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[VERY LATE] August 2023 Prompt: The Growth Note
🕑 Added 2024-01-21 23:04:59 +0000 UTC(Content warning: Weight Gain / Muscle Growth / Reality Warp / Mini-Macro)
In the world we live in, there are a variety of special books known as Notes that grant power to the wielder. These often relate to the forces of life and death and how the writer of the book would orchestrate deaths of those whose names they know of. This story will not be focusing on any of these books and their cruel writers, rather we will observe one man using the Note in his possession to grant his greatest fantasies.
“The Growth Note?”
In a small suburban yard sale, a man named Seth had been looking over one of the tables where there were books piled high as other people milled around picking stuff off the other tables and boxes. The young man made a point of stopping by these sales to find stuff that could be interesting, he had gotten plenty of good deals out of it. Though today Seth was more just browsing having seen the sale happening as he was making his way to his evening lectures. Seth’s eyes had briefly passed over the different books, most being either diet books or nothing more than pages tied with string, before his eyes had called to the aforementioned book. Seth recalling all the fantasy stories he’s read and contributed to. The odd title intrigued him before he picked it up, turning it over to find besides the title it was blank. Even flipping the pages saw it blank, save for some which had weird sentences written in pen. Picking it up as it might be good to use for his assignments, Seth brought the book up to the middle aged man who was working the sale.
“Hey, how much for this?” Seth asked after the guy waved off someone who looked to be carrying blankets. The old man blinked when he saw the book that was being offered. He turned the book over before flipping it over, a flash of recognition at the written stuff.”
“Ah, this was my son’s. He was always writing weird stories and ideas, though I think he might have been doing some kind of journal before stopping it,” The old man said, shaking his head oddly fondly before offering the book back. “About one-fifty for it.”
“Okay,” Seth really didn’t need the life story for the book, but he figured it was worth the price of getting a rather good quality notebook without dealing with predatory stores. Though it was already written in, it was good quality paper. Handing over the small change, Seth waved the guy off as he left, not seeing anything else that was worth buying.
Though Seth almost did a double take when he caught someone lifting a cloth from a table. Initially, Seth thought it was a blanket, till the buyers opened it up and revealed it was a large pair of sweatpants. Even though the guy was holding the waist out with outstretched arms, the fabric was still slack.
Figuring it must have been a gag gift, even if Seth saw the slight discolouration and thinned seams that meant it had been worn before, the young man walked off. Seth’s mind kept going back to those huge pants as he made his way on to the university for his afternoon course. Seth had to stop every once in a while as he had to keep from getting aroused at the idea of some huge guy stretching out the oversized clothing.
Seth had been struggling to keep from being visibly aroused, and from actually jerking himself off to the idea, that’s he just made it to the lecture hall and got into a seat. Breathing a sigh of relief as he tried to catch his breath, Seth pulled out his notebooks as Professor Codaroy began to present on the hero’s journey and the concept of the myth. Seth tried to take notes on the points of the concept and the varying arguments surrounding it, but he found his mind drifting back to the yard sale, specifically on those pants and the notebook he got. Switching books from his notes to the ‘growth note’, Seth opened it up to look at what was written on the pages. Whilst most were either illegible or crossed out, his eyes focused on the last one written.
‘I grow into a huge,king sized bed crushing bear of a man without any health issues and everyone would think my size is perfectly normal.’
Seth blinked at the odd sentence, the handwriting looking rushed. Considering what was written, he guessed maybe the guy wasn’t focusing on writing and probably jerking off as they wrote in the book.
Thinking of what was written, Seth glanced up a bit. Seeing his fellow course mates either taking notes or watching videos on their laptops, Seth decided it couldn’t hurt to write something. With a look at his old professor gesturing to the board on the topic of refusing the call, Seth grabbed a pencil and wrote a simple sentence.
‘Professor Codaroy belly would grow that the front button of his shirt would pop off. No one but me would notice the professor grow.’
Adding that last bit just in case, Seth placed down his pencil before looking back up. Eyes falling to the professor, Seth blinked before biting back a gasp. He watched the older man droning on, none the wiser that his stomach was slowly inflating. Professor Codaroy turned to give his side profile to the students as he gestured to some examples, though all Seth could do was stare as his frail professor’s stomach plumped up larger, pushing further out. No one, not the students in the front seat, nor the professor himself noticed the growing gut. A slight ping echoed through the hall as a button popped off the growing man, immediately seeing Professor Codaroy’s growth come to an end as the man now looked to have swallowed a ball. The only sign anyone but Seth noticed the growth was the professor pausing to tug on his shirt, muttering about the shirt shrinking before going on.
‘It worked…’ Seth looked down at the notebook. He realised he could change people, he could make men huge. Hell, he could have his own harem of large men if he wanted to. His cock leading his thoughts, Seth wrote another sentence.
‘Professor Codaroy was ten feet tall with an impressive powerlifter build. Everyone but me would think this is normal.’
Seth wrote out, almost desperate when he finished the sentence. Turning his head up to take in the sight of his professor growing. Only to be stunned as the man was huge. Towering over the desk and front row was the large thick man. His tweed coat and button shirt had grown out, stretching over the immense form as the professor could easily play a stunt double for an off-season hulk. The button shirt straining against the swollen chest and gut, the top buttons open to expose a dense forest of silver chest hair. The man's swollen arms thicker than Codaroy’s waist used to be, gesturing to the board that wasn’t as wide as his back. THe man’s suit pants visibly strained the immense thighs and prominent shelf that was his ass.
And still no one the wiser as the lecture went on even as the colossal man continued with a significantly deeper voice.
Seth blinked, trying to figure out why the huge giant who went on about literary theory didn’t visibly grow like the first written sentence. Tearing his eyes off the bowling ball sized biceps, Seth looked back to the sentence he wrote. He bit back as he saw that he didn’t actually specify the growth, just the final size.
Trying not to give in and jerk himself off to the colossal professor, made harder when he turned around and gave the class a look at his broad back, Seth worked to see what he can and can’t do with the Growth book.
He quickly ascertained he could only change people whose name he knew when ‘That guy outgrew his clothes’ didn’t work whilst ‘Dominic was the largest member of the university’s sumo team’ did work. A quick glance over saw the huge student taking up his seat. The loose graphic t-shirt and jeans were replaced. Dominic’s hairy belly and chest on full display as he was clad in but tight shorts across his thick thighs and an open robe. Seth casually watched as the bloated Dominic rubbed his belly slowly, giving his fat rolls a shake.
Seth also transformed Simon, a shoo in for valedictorian, writing he was a muscle bound himbo who was struggling with his grades. A glance at the seat Simon was at now had a huge hulk of a man taking up three seats easily. His burly face scrunched up in confusion as he tried writing in a comparatively tiny notebook and pencil, the hand that was more a baseball mitt struggling with the tiny pencil between two fingers. Even the hulk’s clothing was changed, the button up shirt and pants now a tank top and shorts. The tank top showing off the thick arms and chest with the swollen nipples visible from the open arm holes.
Before Seth could do further testing, already changing Debbie and Cecilia into huge men, their greying beards covering their chests, the clock chimed the hour. As the lecture hall was a buzz with movement to clear out, Seth took a few seconds to try and calm his hard erection.
‘Might as well see what I can do in the canteen,’ He thought to him, watching the impressively wide backs of the men he changed as they tried to squeeze their bodies through the door leading out.
Comments
Sibre Collard
Interesting premise! Wouldn't mind seeing this one continued.
Anthony Williams
Awesome - so wish I had that notebook!!!
