By FerrotRocher
The Incantation
Tarek was a young bodybuilder in his last year of college. At 215 pounds of solid, hairy muscle, he was a stud and he knew it. He was 6 feet tall, with a beautiful dark complexion, a hairy chest and black hair. He spent 5 days a week at the gym, and the results spoke for themselves- massive hairy pecs, defined abs, shredded arms and legs, and a tight ass. A hunk of a man, he was often one of the most attractive men in the room. But this wasn’t enough for him; he wanted more. He wanted to be the biggest guy in the room...the biggest, strongest man in the gym. He didn’t want to be just another fit gym rat, he wanted mass. He wanted size. He wanted to break new records, be the strongest, the biggest. However, as his senior year got more and more busy as finals approached, he found that he had little time between the gym, and hitting the books and meal prep. His diet was suffering… he wasn’t eating enough to grow like he wanted.
One day, Tarek was in the library with his laptop open to his Sociology notes, nose deep in some book about some social theory he never quite grasped. Even in the jacket he was wearing, his bulging muscles were clearly visible. He scribbled in his notebook with his ballpoint pen, something he did when he was frustrated, and after another few short moments of rereading the paragraph he was on, closed his book and sighed. Of course the textbook his professor made him buy wouldn’t be very helpful. He got up and walked over to the aisles and aisles of books, hoping to find any book that could help him. It took him a few minutes to find the section of sociology books, but eventually he found the dimly lit section of books.
There were so many books to choose from, so naturally, Tarek decided to scan the aisles from left to right. After two shelves of duds, Tarek finally found a book that could help, Applied Sociological Research, Vol. II. Score! Tarek thought, and went to go back to his laptop. As he was about to leave the row of books, Tarek’s eye caught on a book that seemed like it didn’t belong. It was old, brownish-gray, and the cover was extremely worn. Out of curiosity, Tarek pulled out the book, which had no title. He flipped to a random page. His eyes narrowed with curiosity as he read:
“To become a man of truly exceptional size and strength: a spell for increasing muscle mass, bulk, and body mass to an exceptional size. Will affect the caster’s body. Will cause an increase of size and strength to the caster, no exercise required. Effects noticeable in only seconds. Beware, the results will be exceptional in size and scope”
He paused, and began to read it closer with more curiosity. He stopped himself as he began to read all of the requirements for the spell. There’s no way this is real, why am I believing this? he thought, chucking, flipping through the rest of the pages. All the alleged spells in the book seemed to affect the body, ranging from height spells to weight-loss spells and even facial appearance. The more that Tarek read, the more he began to believe it may actually be real. Oh, what the hell, he thought to himself as he slipped the old book into his backpack. He returned to his desk, where he continued to study for his sociology final.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Tarek returned to his apartment and dropped his backpack on the table. Walking to the kitchen, he crossed out today’s date on the calendar, lamenting the fact that he didn’t have time to work out at the gym for almost 2 weeks now. He turned on the TV and flipped through channels until he found the first sports channel with a good game. He took off his jacket, revealing that he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath it, and sat down shirtless on the couch. After half an hour of mindlessly watching the game, Tarek’ mind kept coming back to that mysterious book he found in that shelf in the library. It’s obviously not fucking real dumbass, he thought to himself, half of him almost irritated with how he couldn’t bring himself to forget that book.
But what if it was? Wouldn’t that be kinda neat? The other half of his mind butting in. Plus, if it is real, I could find that one that would make me put on more muscles than ever without having to fail my exams!
But since when was magic real, dumbass. His other half shot back. All you’re gonna do is waste your own time.
Don’t you want to be fuckin huge? This might be a way out of losing any muscle mass. He reasoned with himself. Plus, if it doesn’t work then you can kick yourself over how gullible you are.
Fine. You have yourself a deal.
Tarek got himself off the couch and walked over to his backpack. He opened the pouch that had the withered book, pulled it out, and opened it. He flipped through the pages as delicately as he could until he found that spell he read about earlier. “There it is, there it is. ‘A spell for increasing mass and bulk to the caster’s body’ here we go” he mumbled to himself as he finally found the page he was looking for. He read through everything he needed and was shocked at how simple everything appeared to be.
“Necessary components- Fully Illuminated Moon, 3 Candles, DNA of the Recipient, and a Food Offering” Thats all? Tarek thought to himself. Thought a magic spell would be more complicated than this. He laughed to himself, and set the book down. Tarek looked out the window to see the moon, and his eyes widened when he realized that the moon was perfectly round, and all of the requirements could be met tonight! He already owned all the candles he needed, there was tons of food in the fridge, and he could just cut a small strand of hair easily. Fuck it, can’t hurt to try, he thought to himself, and he got up to go gather all of the things he needed. He got giddy with excitement as he gathered all of the things he needed. After a few minutes of walking around the house, he finally gathered everything he needed.
Tarek almost couldn’t believe he was doing this. But deep down, something inside of him told him that this was going to work. He set down the candles, the leftover Barbecued Chicken he found, and a single strand of his hair on the table in front of the couch. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” he said out loud, as he lit the candles. He began to read aloud the incantation written on the bottom of the page in a language he couldn’t even attempt to identify. He repeated the phrase 3 times, and after the third time, he stopped.
It felt almost immediate. As soon as he finished saying the phrase, he felt a tingle. A wave of energy wash over his body. He shifted his weight. His stomach growled in hunger. Tarek’s mind went slightly foggy, and he didn’t realize as all of his muscles began to bulge outwards ever so slightly. Tarek’s shirt felt a little snug. His shoulders widened a little more, his arms thickened. Tarek looked down at his muscular body, and it looked like every part of him was starting to just… grow. His arms, his chest, his legs, his belly…. He looked like he was blowing up with mass by the second. Tarek felt his pecs, they were rounder, heavier feeling. His chest was definitely getting meatier. He then lifted up his now tight shirt just to see his tight abs starting to fade with a small yet round muscle gut. What the….? Tarek thought to himself as he watched his muscles all steadily grow further, pushing his whole physique larger in seconds. Gently placing a hand on top of its hairy musclegut, Tarek’ realized that his pants were now tight, and every part of him was starting to balloon in size.. His legs and ass were inflating with new bulk like the rest of him. The growth had spread everywhere, and it wasn’t slowing down. His pecs, arms, shoulders, all were getting huge “ Holy shit!” he screamed in panic as his body continued to grow bigger and thicker with offseason mass.
Tarekcould feel as his pecs grow heavy and shelf-like from all the bulk his body was adding. He grabbed his ass, it felt firm and muscular, and groaned as he felt it continue to inflate even after he grabbed it. His arms were growing massive, but losing definition, and his already powerful legs had really begun swell with pounds of muscle and fat, growing immense. Tarek’s traps grew up higher, more rounded and more pronounced as his already thick neck grew wider and thicker. He looked down at his bulked up form. He’d probably put on 50, 60, maybe even 70 pounds by now. He felt it too. His pants were becoming incredibly tight. Putting his hand under the curve of his mounding muscle gut, Tarkan unbuttoned them right away, creating an immediate sensation of release. He yanked down the fly and struggled to pull his pants down. His bulging, rounded muscle butt was expanding by the minute, and had already grown so big that it was making it hard to pull his pants off.
Now in his boxers and a skin-tight shirt, Tarek could take stock of what was happening to him. His whole body was ballooning with muscle and fat at a shocking rate, rounding out and growing wider and wider. His belly was starting to stick out more and more, looking like a hairy powerlifter’s belly. His shirt was now impossibly tight. He tried pulling it off and even that was a struggle. He tore it at the seams trying to yank it off of his growing body. Now shirtless, Tarek looked down over the huge hairy mounds of his chest, down to the hairy expanding, and increasingly spherical mound of his muscle gut. His arms looked massive, maybe 20” or more.
He guessed that by now he had to have put on over a hundred pounds. In a panic, Tarek looked at the page in the book that contained the spell, and his stomach dropped for a second time when he saw that nowhere on the page did it specify how big he would get. Only that he would grow to “truly exceptional size”. As he crouched over the book, he could feel as his body continued to swell, and as his pecs began to block his view, turning into massive muscular, hairy shelf. He felt his thighs begin to press against each other, and his back was growing so muscular and wide that his lats were pressing against the back of his gigantic arms. As he moved his shoulders he could feel his hulking traps press up against his powerfully thick muscular neck. He realized as he read the details of the spell, this was going to grow him to truly immense proportions.
As Tarek heaved himself back up he realized that he was absolutely starving. Magically, almost without thinking, he sauntered his enormous over-bulked body over to his fridge, feeling as each step sent a ripple through his magnificently overgrown body. He opened the door to the fridge and he began to open any container he could find. Tarek’ rational mind was lost to his magical sensation of hunger, and he began to tear into entire meals using only his hands. Burgers, Protein Shakes, Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes and Burritos were messily shoved into his mouth and into his growing body, which didn’t seem to be anywhere near done growing. He didn’t even notice the feeling of his boxers ripping apart, torn to shreds by his tremendously thick thighs and bulbous muscle butt.
He continued to stuff his face with thousands upon thousands of calories, and he kept rubbing his firm blown up-belly when he moved on to a different container. He had lost track of how big he had grown, and was oblivious to the fact that he was now surpassing even the largest powerlifters in size. As he ate, he grew into a complete behemoth of a man. 400..430...450 pounds…. His stance had to widen again as his legs thickened further. His chest pushed out further, his belly rounded out more, his arms grew past 28” around, blowing him into almost comically large proportions. The last threads of fabric from his boxers fell to the kitchen floor, leaving him completely naked. His traps grew higher and higher and his back widened into a massive wall of muscle.
Tarek’s belly rumbled as he reached his massive arm into the fridge, but to his dismay, didn’t find any more containers of food. With sauce and food all over his face and he grabbed his phone and immediately dialed the closest pizza place. His movements felt strange and foreign to him. His body was so heavy, like a tank. He could his unnaturally wide back pressing against his tremendously overgrown arms, his pecs pumped up so big his chest hair was tickling his chin. His traps were pressing up close to his ears now, and he could feel them pressing against his neck, as if the muscles on his body were fighting each other for space.
The poor worker didn’t even get a whole sentence in before Tarek said, “5 Extra-Large Pizzas with everything on them, FAST!” and burped into the microphone before hanging up. His whole body was so inhumanly massive now, glistening with sweat, and was still continuing to inflate with growing bulk. His pecs, once perky and muscular, were now so overgrown they pushed up close to his chin, with each pec as big as a large watermelon. His titanic 30” arms were now pushed out to a 45 degree angle, as his lats were squeezing out more and more space on his physique. His ass was now huge,like a massive shelf that stuck out 2 feet behind him. His traps rose way up to his ears, framing his head with bulging mass on both sides. His entire body was bigger and more massive, more offseason, more packed with muscle and fat than any other man on the planet. At least, more than any man Tarek had ever heard of.
Tarek no longer looked like a bodybuilder, not even like a massive powerlifter. He looked like an absolutely overgrown, overbulked behemoth. A monster… His fog-like magical trance continued as he stood in silence, watching as his massive body continued to swell in every direction. After only a few minutes, he heard the doorbell ring, and he sauntered over to the door ready to fill his gut with pizza.
The delivery boy was younger than Tarek was, and gasped when he saw the sight of the 700 pound wall of muscle and fat that met him when the door opened. Tarek, now completely naked, stepped outside to meet the much smaller twink. He struggled getting through the doorway, as his body was so wide and thick, his shoulders especially, barely allowed him to get out. He had to angle his tank-like body carefully through the door to avoid smashing it. Even still, he barely got through. He wondered how much longer he would fit through the door. By now, Tarek had weighed 720 pounds. The delivery boy looked bewildered as he took in the monstrous sight of Tareks’ titanic, hulking body. The poor young man didn’t could hardly register what he was seeing.
After paying for his pizzas, Tarek entered his house and moved as fast as his monstrous body allowed to prepare to eat more food.
The first 3 pizzas went into Tarek’ enormous muscle gut without any resistance. As he ate the pizzas, he had one hand eating pizza while the other hand rubbed his hairy gut. And the other flexing his 32” arms. He admired his bulk, his truly inhuman size, knowing that eat bite was making him bulk up even larger. Tarek finally began to feel stuffed after he finished the fourth pizza, but that fifth pizza was going to be a challenge to get inside of him. After only two slices, his gut began to rumble; not from hunger, but as a protest to the sheer quantity of food being stuffed inside him.. By now, his belly was painfully stuffed, but Tarek wasn’t about to back down now, in his size-hungry haze, he wanted all the growth he could get. Who cares if he wouldn’t be able to fit through doorways by the end of it.
Tarek powered through four more slices, but winced as he picked up the last slice of pizza. It taunted him, the last obstacle between him and a full belly. He was able to eat half of it before he had to take a break. He was breathing heavily now, stuffed to the brim and then some. However, at that moment, the spell kicked back in and he gobbled the last part of the slice in a trance. He burped triumphantly as he realized that he just finished all 5 of his extra large pizzas.
As the last slice of pizza worked its way into his gut, Tarek leaned back in his kitchen and felt his ass press against the cabinets that were several feet behind him. This was, or at least had been, a large kitchen, and now he barely fit in it. Fuck, how big had he made himself? His gargantuan body tried to process all of the calories that were shoved inside of him. He began to rub his huge hairy muscle gut with both hands, and let out a moan of relief as the tightness in his gut was massaged. He continued to move his enormous hands all over his huge hairy ball gut, which finally had stopped swelling.
He was beyond immense. He was beyond freaky. Tarek was an utter mass monster, pushing beyond the limits of the human form. Every limb was packed to the brim with muscle and fat. His whole body was heaving, overgrown, mass pressing on mass, a series of parabolic curves of bulk. Everything about him was round. His bulbous, vision-blocking hairy pecs were resting on top of his titanic beach-ball sized gut, and his nipples were stretched with the amount of muscle and fat underneath them. His traps were now as tall as he was, reaching to just about the top of his head. Tarek was much wider than the doorway now, in every direction. 900 pounds of hulking, inhuman beef.
So many heavy layers of bloated muscle and fat. He barely registered as human, or even having a human shape anymore. His motions were restricted by the sheer amount of bulk. He had force fed himself like the huge overblown tank he was.
Mind still hazy from the spell that had completely blimped up his body into these obscene proportions, Tarek eventually managed to heave himself through the doorway of the kitchen, tearing apart the wood frame in the process. He sauntered his excessively oversized body back to that magical book he’d found, the entire way. He turned the pages of the book until he stopped on the page that read “A spell to Permanently Keep your Current Body Weight” and began to repeat the incantation at the bottom of the page. Tarek wanted to remain the largest, strongest, most exceptionally overdeveloped and over-bulked man on the planet, and he was going to get his wish.