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[Com] Anon: A Spell Gone Wrong.
🕑 Added 2023-11-01 00:01:47 +0000 UTCcontains: Demons, Muscle growth, Hyper, Immobility
He fucked up.
In the lower rings of Hell, a slender demon was speeding through the imposing halls and styled masonry, keeping his head down whilst silently cursing under his breath.
Alastor was a simple demon, a lower rank to match his slender form, but he had always dreamt of being one of the big guys, rivaling Mammon and Leviathan in power and size. He thought he found his way when he came across an old spell that promised the caster the power of size and masculinity. A rather specific spell that might have been drafted by some of those horny and repressed Victorian scholars back on earth. Alastor had snuck off with the writings and followed the spell’s instructions, especially since he was teased with the included sketches of immense sized circus strongmen that came with the writings.
Going through the rigmarole of gathering the ingredients, forming the candle framed circle and chanting the words, all Alastor had gotten were wax stains on his floor and a burnt shirt.
At least, that’s what he thought at first.
Now though, the demon was trying to figure out what to do with his predicament before coming to a halt as he ran into something.
“Oi, watch where you’re going,” Alastor looked up to the demon he had run into, recognising the azure skinned demon as one of those who spent time in the upper levels. Before Alastor could look away, he could only stare as the curse he had inflicted on himself took effect. The suit wearing demon just continued to berate Alastor, unaware as his body began to grow out more. The lithe formed demon’s voice grew octaves deeper as muscles piled onto his form, stretching the fabric that grew enough to keep the seams from tearing. His shoulders broadened out as he grew taller with every word he spoke, biceps growing to rival Alastor’s own head as the steadily swelling Demon’s pecs, each big enough that Alastor could hide under them, forced the top buttons of his shirt to open, exposing the deep blue skin and dark hair growing denser. The swelling demon barely stopped talking, even as his voice grew into deep groans, lantern jaw grazing the top of his pecs as he swelled more and more. Alastor chanced a glance down, barely having to look far to see the immense thighs and legs straining the pants, each limb more than twice as big as Alastor. But what Alastor noticed just under the thick waist was the massive, obscene bulge that pulsed and throbbed as it grew, outpacing the rest of the blue demon’s growth as the damp head began to brush the floor along with the mounds that were balls that rivaled exercise balls in size.
“-Now if you’ll… ughh.. Excuse me… I gotta get some relief,” The immense demon said, voice so deep it shook Alastor before the hulking mass began to waddle off. Alastor had to scurry to keep from being knocked over or crushed as the massive hulk waddled, his thick legs and cock fighting for space. The broad shoulders and arms grazing the hallway walls that were far enough to let multiple demons pass through easily. Alastor could see the gradual growth still occurring, the heavy footsteps getting louder as the near immobile beast kept going off, sweat staining his once crisp suit that left little to the imagination.
Forcing himself to look away before he made another immobile demon, Alastor headed further through the halls to the department of curses, leaving more and more huge beasts of demons, some so big they could do nothing but sit on their couch crushing asses as they sucked off cocks that rivaled their old forms.
“I need to speak to the head warlock!” Alastor said, trying not to look too long at the huge secretary imp that went from a rather portly short guy to towering over Alastor, his round gut pressing against his cock as the massive hulking beast typed out the request with fingers that were easily strong enough to crush the small demon with little issue.
“He’s in his office, take a seat.” The growing imp said, a deep voice rumbling as his seat shifted from an office chair into a bowing bench. Alastor did take his own seat and tried to keep calm, even if the floor kept shaking with the many near immobile beasts that he created. It didn’t help how those afflicted didn’t notice the changes. Hoping the old man in curses could help him out, Damon risked a glance towards the closed door, passing over a young imp who went from wearing a loose shirt and shorts over a slim frame, to blowing up into a massive hulk. His horned head grazed the ceiling as he waddled off, giving Alastor a view of his thick back and ass, tail lazily swaying behind him, before Alastor forced himself to keep his eyes down.
“You can go in,” The massive imp called out, earning more growth as Alastor glanced over at him. The growing receptionist groaning as his huge cock and balls pushed against the desk, that massive hulk looking confused as he tried to reach the computer with his large biceps and pecs limiting his movement.
Alastor turned away, he could have sworn he saw the massive imp had begun to stroke his obscenely gigantic cock. Hearing panting and moans, Alastor tried to keep moving even though the moans rivaled the orgy pits in the circle of lust. Getting into the office, Alastor forced himself to keep his eyes down on the floor, not needing even more hulking brutes.
“Hello young man. What seems to be the trouble?” An old voice called as Alastor headed into the room, breathing in the smell of old tomes and leather. Taking a seat, Alastor reached into his pockets and produced the spell he had found and cast.
“I had used this spell, only instead of giving me the muscular body, it caused every man I look at to grow huge,” Alastor said, keeping his eyes on the floor, just seeing the edge of the old carved desk as he slid the papers over the desk. Making sure they were more than halfway across the desk before pulling his hand back, eyes on his feet.
“Now let us see here,” The old curse master spoke, the sound of ruffling papers confirmed for Alastor that elderly demon had taken the spell papers and was looking them over. The younger demon couldn’t keep from ringing his hands, tail twitching and belaying his nerves as the curse master hummed and seemed to mumble the documents. “Well, I’m afraid there is not much that can be done. The spell isn’t really a curse, so it was never intended to be broken.”
“What?” Alastor looked up, shocked to hear there seemed to be no help for him. His eyes landed on the frail old demon behind the desk, noticing how his slim form seemed to be swallowed by his suit. Once Alastor’s eyes landed on the elderly demon, he watched the man start to grow, his silver hair that had thinned began to thicken as his shoulders and chest broadened out, filling the suit. The demon rose as his unseen ass began to push against his seat. The elder’s arms thickened out, steadily filling the sleeves before Alastor glanced back down, catching sight of the demon’s sunken in stomach now swelling out into a true gut that had begun to strain his shirt buttons. “Then what can I do? I can’t just keep looking down my whole life.”
“Well boy,” The elder spoke, his voice deep and smooth like chocolate. “I can try to send this to other experts to see if there’s a way to stop the spell, though I don’t believe there’ll be a way to undo the effects. Though I have to say, from what you described, I don’t think it actually works. I mean, I haven’t seen any demons suddenly hulking out.” He said, like everyone else, blissfully unaware of how he’s changed.
“You have! You were a frail scarecrow of a demon when I came in. Now you look like you could eat your old self for breakfast!” Alastor practically yelled as he looked up again, having to tilt his head further up as the older demon continued to hulk out more with every second. His shoulders broadened out more and more as his pecs and gut swelled, traps and dense neck threatening to swallow the behemoth’s head. The elderly powerlifter demon couldn’t help but chuckled deeply, pecs and gut bouncing from the laugh as the desk began to push against the massive hulk.
“Well boy, I’ve always been huge. Besides, I’m just saying what my husband would say, he’s the one who you should talk to about this.” The old man said, raising his thick arms as he stretched, showing just how broad and immense he already was. As he lowered the arms, still forced at an angle with his muscles fighting for space, Alastor wondered what he had meant.
“Aren’t you the head of the curse division?” Alastor asked, turning his eyes away from the massive hulk to see photos behind him. The wall had before been filled with certificates and other important documents. Now it was littered with photos where the huge hulk’s body was on full display. One being of the hulk winning a wrestling competition, clearly oversized compared to the other demons. Another showed the huge demon seeming to be beached as his gut was swollen, apparently from winning an eating contest in gluttony as a smaller old demon was proudly rubbing the Boulder of a gut.
“Oh no, I never had the brains for that. My hubby does that, I just file papers, carry boxes, and help him when he’s stressed.” The massive hulk said, letting out a pant before the desk was tipped over. Alastor rushed back taking in what had pushed the desk effortlessly over.The massive hulk’s thick legs were splayed, showing at some point reality altered as the beast was seated on the ground. His round solid gut spilling over his thick thighs as a massive cock pushed up. The large member pressed up against the demon’s swelling gut, pressing into the layer of fat as the head creeped up to the dense valley between the swollen pecs.
Realising this was going too far as the hulking brute tried to bring his baseball mitt sized hands to stroke his cock, Alastor turned and left, hearing the old man moan about needing his husband to get him off as Alastor rushed off, not even bothering looking down as he left growing men behind him.
It took him too long to get back home, letting out a sigh after almost getting trapped when he took the transit, leaving huge horny giants in his wake as the lithe demon found himself safe at home, no longer afraid of shifting more men into blimps of mass. As Alastor began to kick off his shoes, he froze when he heard a voice call to him.
‘No.. by all the damned souls. No.’ Alastor thought, cursing when he heard his dad’s voice call out again. Letting out a tired sigh, Alastor just decided to give in to what was happening. ‘Might as well pull the bandage off.’
“Hey dad, didn’t know you were coming today,” Alastor called, walking into the home before coming across his dad in the kitchen grabbing a drink from the fridge. The quick glance shifted the older demon’s slightly out of shape form, giving him more of an off season physique. The steadily growing demon smiled as he turned to face Alastor, giving him a view of this hairy chest and gut plumping up with muscle and fat. Faust’s shirt opened to give a direct view as his work pants stretched more, the thighs straining the fabric as the bulge in the front grew more prominent.
“Yeah son, decided to give a visit. Besides, had to get out of my place for a bit,” The swelling Faust said with a chuckle, voice growing deeper with every word as the man walked through the room. Deep steps shaking the floor as he brushed Alastor, the simple touch almost sending Alastor over as the older hulk made way to the couch, sitting down with a grunt as the poor furniture creaked ominously.
“Something wrong at your place? Though it was going well.” Alastor asked, taking his own seat on the arm chair, seeing his dad tilt back his head as he chugged his drink, thick neck swelling with every gulp as he steadily swelled. His legs forced wider as his bulge grew. The mounds of his ball and cock growing more visible as the fabric seemed to thin trying to contain the older demon.
“Ehh. It was. Just, landlord wasn’t happy that I broke the doors again. Just sometimes hard to remember how strong I am.” The older demon said, smiling proudly as he flexed his arms, the thick limbs bulging with mass and strength. The sleeves starting to tear as they struggled to contain the hulking mass. Alastor blinked and gasped. In one blink, his father went from dressed in his suit to being in just a pair of tight boxers. His heavy form fully exposed as his thick red skin glowed with his sweat. The enormous Faust’s body hair dense as the cavern between his meaty pecs were covered in a dense forest of hair, trailing down his gut as the demon’s bulge swelled further, clearly softy as it dragged on the floor between the legs. “Something wrong boy?” Faust asked, tilting his large head on his thick neck as much as he can as the older demon looked down at his son.
“Just… didn’t expect you to visit in just your underwear.” Alastor said, not sure how to speak before having to hold onto his seat as his dad laughed. The deep guffaw shaking the home, his large hands slapping his dense thighs that only showed how powerful the demon was.
“Son, that’s a good joke. You know I wear my box- jockstrap when I’m here, I can't waste cash on clothing when I need to eat and grow. It’s why you let me stay here in the first place.” The massive hulk that was Faust said, his voice now a low baritone as he looked down at his son. In mid sentence, Alastor caught how his father changed what he was wearing, glancing down the impossibly huge demon torso and stomach, seeing that the older demon’s boxers were gone, swapped for a jockstrap that left little to imagination. The straps stretched and dug into the demon’s dense waist and ass, all covered in hair whilst the front had the forest of pubic hair and swollen thick base on display as the cock steadily swell, clearing getting aroused as it began to rise and grow.
Alastor glanced away at his hulking father, blushing a bit at his impossibly masculine form before his father’s booming chuckle pulled him.
“Don’t be shy, boy, not like I can tame this beast alone. Come help your old man,” Alastor snapped his head to his father, seeing the massive Faust smirk down at him. His horned head reached the ceiling even as the older demon was sitting on the cracked floor. Faust’s massive pecs and biceps forced the dense arms into a permanent angle as the behemoth’s cock twitched and leaked, pressed up against the swollen gut that was so big, Alastor was sure he could rest on it. A part of him hoped he did in this reality. The small son approached the huge hulking older man, Alastor hugged the massive cloth straining cock, breathing in the dense musk coming off his father before grinding his lithe form against Faust. Feeling the massive cock twitch and throb under his touch, his own clothing being soaked with the hulking Faust’s sweat and precum that stained the jockstrap fabric. Alastor was so lost in the experience of jerking off his room-filling father that he almost didn’t hear the older demon comment on something.
“What’s this?” The huge demon said, voice slightly slurred from what Alastor assumed was a mix from his meaty pecs limiting his jaw movement, and the arousal of being tended to. Alastor was ready to ignore what his dad was taking about, leaning his face into the musky cock before freezing when Faust’s deep voice began to speak, recognising the words spoken. Snapping his head up, Alastor gasped when he saw his massive dad holding up a paper, having to hold out due to his heavy pecs and biceps. Alastor didn’t have to see the form to know what his dad was reading.
“Dad, stop readin-“ Alastor said, trying to climb up his father before suddenly being silenced as the gigantic man shifted his body slightly, causing Alastor to be pinned between the musky giant’s torso and huge cock, the massive body pinning the smaller demon effortlessly. Alastor’s muffled calls fell silent as he felt a shift in the air, knowing his father had casted the spell.
“What’s that sonny?” Faust called, unaware what was wrong as he grunted, trying to move his gigantic body enough to let his son out. The small demon falling out of his pinned place, soaked in the giant hulk’s sweat. Faust saw his lithe son past his shelf of pecs and round gut, eyes widening when he saw the smaller demon swell slightly.
“Ugh. Dad, tell me you didn’t cast that spell?” Alastor asked, getting up. Though the smaller demon grew out, Faust realised that Alastor wasn’t aware of his body growing. The giant wondered how he can play with that, though the thought disappeared as the massive hulk’s cock craved attention.
“No talk. Jerk me off!” The huge demon practically growled out, trying to thrust his cock. The horny giant watching as his steadily swelling son went back to work on getting him off.
Alastor initially wondered whether his dad had used the spell, though as he worked on the immense cock, Alastor was confused why he even needed the spell when he and his dad were big. Those main thoughts began to fade as Alastor himself found reality changing, his clothing struggling before disappearing as he himself was left in a jockstrap. The demon bloated with muscle as the two tried grinding their cocks against one another, the asses and balls pushing them taller and taller until they broke through the cramps house. The walls crumbling under their tectonic mass with little resistance as their moans for pleasure echoed through Hell. Every demon who came to help tend to the giants fell under the spell, growing themselves into hulks even as Alastor and Faust could see less and less from their high heads being surrounded by the bulging muscles. Their sweat dripped off them in rivers as their musk formed a dense cloud around them.
Yet none of the swelling hulks cared even as their muscles and cocks left them pinned to the cracking ground. All they wanted… was more.
Comments
Anthony Williams
Awesome! Love this story!!
