I Mean It Was Only A Curse In The Technical Sense--something I Magicked Up To Tweak The Laws Of Nature

I mean it was only a “curse” in the technical sense--something I magicked up to tweak the laws of nature a little and put a little twist in Harry’s life. He was a big sturdy rugby player, so I figured I’d be helping him out.

My little incantation swapped his horniness for hunger and then amped it up through the roof. Harry’s brain and his balls were now totally rewired. Wolfing down burgers, cramming caramel covered popcorn into his mouth, washing it down with thick milkshakes, all made his dick lick like a faucet. Every night after rugby practice he’d sit down, promising himself he wouldn’t do it again, but then he’d just try to scratch the itch, just a little--just one chocolate bar--and he’d find himself naked on the floor writhing in a sheet cake he’d full-body tackled before shoveling it into his mouth by the fistful. After one of those fits I happened to stop by and find him on the floor, driven wild by these sensations but unable to fully cum.

Lucky for my boy I showed up with a family-size pack of hot-dogs and fed them to him two at a time. The last one I dangled above his anxious, desperate mouth, teasing him him for minutes until I finally let him swallow it--and his steel-pipe dick exploded all over the two of us. (I made him eat that too.) I just left him there in his mess. He probably tearfully, shamefully cleaned it all up, took a cold shower, and promised himself he’d never do that again before sobbing himself to sleep.

The pounds are just packing on Harry’s body. That’s part of the spell, too: where a normal man would get flabby and soft, Harry’s only going to get thicker and more dense the more he eats. Watching him stretch before his match, I’d estimate he’s twice the size he was when this all started, and I had no intentions of letting it stop anytime soon. I wanted to see him blow up so much he could barely move on the field, swell him into my own personal meat mule built only for feeding, fucking and cumming.

Honestly, he should be thanking me instead of tearfully asking me why I did this to him (easy answer, big fella: being pleasantly shaped but failing to like me back is enough to earn this). I’m bringing his body and his pleasure thresholds to new heights. I couldn’t wait to see how far I could take him.

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Nobody saw me swap the spray tanner out for my own little concoction, but they sure saw the effects: on stage, Victor’s shiny mass seemed to get an extra pump, seeming to expand under the heat of the lights. Victor was all too aware of the boost in mass, and even though he didn’t understand the source he had no intentions of being shy with the extra size, newly added inches flexing in crowd-pleasing bulges. The size should’ve weighed him down but he felt even lighter somehow, like he could leap three feet off the ground if he wanted to. Even his lips felt more full and supple, his mouth swollen into a big flirty pucker, but he just went with it, and the crowd loved it.

It was the swelling in his dick that finally distracted him enough to think something was wrong, then the stiffness that spread across his limbs. Victor had just shifted into relaxed pose when the formula hit its final stages: his eyes froze into a thousand-yard stare, mouth surprised into an O, then his whole body froze in place--and then slowly toppled backward where it bounced around the stage like a rubber toy.

Victor was still conscious in there, still alive (and yes, it WOULD wear off eventually), but he’d been transformed wholly into a living blow-up doll, one that would feel massively magnified pleasure with every touch. Standing backstage, watching Victor lying back, his perfectly bloated form rubbery and helpless, I knew my formula was going to put Real Dolls out of business.

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Fit for Fun - A special "Growth" drink

Here we have it - another growth drink from the Victor GmbH. ;) But this time muscle growth isn't all. Imagine: What will be when you get muscles - but you h...

HOLY. CRAP. This is phenomenal. Thanks to @jo9mark (a constant source of inspiration for this tumblr) for pointing it out!

More vids starring me?

Those few upshot vids I posted of myself have generated a lot of attention, so I’ve got to ask: if I were to do more, what would you like to see me doing?

Upshot stuff, wearing different things for giant-play, that sorta stuff. I was also thinking maybe down the road getting some over-sized clothing and pretending I’m shrinking out of it.

Would love to hear requests, and I’m 100% willing to take commissions as well.

“When I Fight Authority, Authority Always Wins” THIS story... If you’ve never tasted of Onix’s work, you’re absolutely missing out. Each of his stories is fully formed, full of well-rounded characters and some of the hottest transformation scenes you’ve ever witnessed. Most of his stories revolve around a character named Damien Vaughn, a practicing with who magicked himself up a nice big bodybuilder’s body and does his best to grant the wishes of those around him (filtered through his own horny desires, of course), whether they want them or not. This story is about a cocky football player subjected to a simple spell: do whatever your coach says. It was meant to improve him on the field, tone down some of the confidence that was working against him, but once his coach realizes he has a hunky college quarterback willing to obey his every command, things escalate quickly. It’s mostly a mental transformation with some nice dom/sub scenes with an older meaty coach and his muscular quarterback (you know how I’ll do anything for some football stories), but there’s a REALLY juicy physical transformation at the end that you might not expect. It’ll satisfy both your human and reptile brains, guaranteed. What I wouldn’t give to be 1/10 the writer Onix is (also, what I wouldn’t give for one night with that dude). 

Hi! Big fan of your stories. Would you consider flipping the script and writing about a a beefy stud being shrunken down by his fuck buddy who bottoms and happened to lace his hole with some special lube or something which shrinks his beefy top buddy down as small as a butt plug (or maybe even into a butt plug)for the bottom to use as he pleases? I have this visual of the bottom’s hole looking tight to the cocky top and then appearing large and gaping when he’s tiny and right beneath it

Love this scenario. Kind of wish @worldofsize would use it for inspiration for a montage--but while it’s in my head, maybe I’ll work on it!