Ancient Tomes - Part 2

We have a winner! Ancient Tomes is going to get finished, and I've already got some ideas on where to take it. Hope you all enjoy :)

Safely back in his dorm, Gabe was hyperventilating. That had actually happened--he'd done it. He'd cast a spell on someone. Sure, it had changed that person from a cross-country runner into a sumo wrestler, but that was beside the point. He'd done it. He'd cast a spell and performed magic. 

From that night on, Gabe forgot all about his studies and devoted himself to analyzing the book. He poured over every word, every paragraph, and every page, trying to find out what went wrong--or at least, how to alter the spell to be a little more to his liking. 

Not that Gabe had anything against fat people. He just didn’t want to spend the rest of his life having to move through doors sideways. That, and having a sac so droopy you’d need to guide it down a pant leg seemed like it’d become cumbersome after a while.

Gabe didn’t leave his room for three days except to eat or shower, but after three days, he felt that he was ready to try again. 

Once again, Gabe decided to try the gym locker room. It was the only place where he could go and know for sure that the spell had any effect. However, the day that Gabe chose to show up and fake being actually concerned with his own fitness was the same day that the swim team had just wrapped up their first seasonal practice. 

The place was full of lithe, hairless creatures that looked like they’d be great as extras on the next Aquaman movie. Each body moved with grace and precision, completely unencumbered by anything at all. Many of them were of modest stature below the waist, but a few were spectacularly hung. 

Gabe stood and stared for a few moments. It was like being in a room with Greek gods. He desperately wanted to look like that, but he had to be sure that his spell would work. So he went to a locker that was far enough away from the swimmers to avoid notice and started speaking the incantation.

The locker room was loud with chatter, so even when some of the syllables required that Gabe raise his voice (it turned out that ancient Sumerian modulated its language using both pitch AND volume) nobody really paid any attention. Giggles were occasionally coming from the showers as naked men scrubbed the chlorine from their skins using bars of soap, but Gabe couldn’t determine what was so funny. 

With the last word spoken, Gabe closed the book and went about changing into some gym clothes as though he was just about to proceed with his workout. His eyes kept darting around the room looking for signs that his spell had worked. And it did, only not the way he’d expected it to.

Gabe had spent so much time focusing on getting the right words that he never bothered to study how to target the spell. Instead of a single man turning into a blimpy brute, the whole room began to transform.

Like last time it started slow and subtly. Everyone in the changeroom began to shift their stance as their bodies became squat and stocky, hips and shoulders widening to sizes that would make them absolutely useless as swimmers, but likely more suited for wrestling or power-lifting. Sinewy muscles began to plump up, arms and legs thickening with vasculature as everyone took on the body of a Greek God.

And then they all softened, abs and lats and quads disappearing beneath a sudden puffing of the skin, almost as though they were all having an allergic reaction at once. Butts, guts, and chests all became rounder, more curved, before finally protruding in the first true signs of excess. 

Just as before, it didn’t stop. Muscles became buried as the pounds piled on. Bellies sagged. Tits jiggled. Asses wobbled with every movement and thighs collided together with every step. In moments, the entire change room had been transformed into colossal versions of their former selves.

But still, the spell wasn’t done. Gabe noted that even though the final girth of each man varied from merely hefty to morbidly obese, they all had enormous, low-hanging balls that swung below their big bellies. Some were pushed forward due to thighs that provided absolutely no space for testes to dangle, and Gabe saw some sitting former-swimmers with nuts the size of baseballs just sitting in their laps. 

Looking harder, Gabe saw that wasn’t all. Everyone now had a thick, wrinkly foreskin covering their cocks regardless of their former anatomy. Even as he stared, several cut members of the team began to slowly regrow a hood that covered their formerly bare helmets before extending past the tip like a sock made of thick skin. 

Like their bodies, all their cocks were thick, although some dicks were larger than others. 

More giggles came from the shower stalls at the far end of the room, and Gabe was shocked to find that some of the team were invading each other’s stalls. More than that, they were touching each other, their hands molding their soft bodies in a way that was almost certainly sexual. 

Seeing this, some of the men still toweling off in the change area grinned and dropped their towels, revealing erections from beneath protruding stomachs. They began to pair off with hands reaching beneath their guts to start tugging now-uncut cocks, while a few began mashing their huge bodies together as they began to make out openly. Grunts and moans began to fill the room as the newly fattened swim team descended into carnal anarchy.