Magic Book Preview!

Here's the first section of my latest. The Patron Suggestion was "magic book on unsuspecting victims", and this was where I went with it. We'll see where it ends up :)  Enjoy!

Gabriel had picked the perfect locker with a view of the gym’s showers, allowing him to appear as though he was getting dressed for a long day of work while surreptitiously watching the last few shower stalls. It was a bizarre design choice to have shower stalls without any doors for real privacy, but Gabe wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It didn’t take long for someone to walk up to the stall on the end, towel in hand, and step beneath a hammering spray of water to wash off the sweat of a long workout.  That’s when Gabriel sprang into action.

Inside his locker was an unassuming book, bound in leather, untitled but for some unknown symbols decorating the spine and cover. Gabe had come across it in one of his many dives into the school library, and at first thought it was some kind of planted gag. When he opened the tome to find it written all in ancient Sumerian, a language he was only familiar with enough to recognize, he felt there may have been something more to the book than met the eye.

It was difficult to read not simply for the ancient language but also because the pages had originally been on a scroll before they were bound in leather as a book, so the text sometimes cut off part way through without explanation. Finally, after months of careful translation and piecing together each paragraph, Gabe felt he understood what the book was - it was a magical codex. 

At first, Gabe scoffed - while there may have been some value to the book as a museum piece, he didn’t believe in magic in the slightest. On a lark one night he decided to flip open the codex and find a spell that purported to induce a flame. He stumbled through the syllables clumsily, fully expecting absolutely nothing, but when the small candle he’d placed in his kitchen immediately erupted in an inferno that required him to use the nearby fire extinguisher he quickly changed his opinion.

This change of heart eventually brought Gabe to the gym locker room. Gabe had always been slight of stature, and had yearned for the kind of body built by spending hours working out rather than reading nonfiction. He hadn’t found any spells that had been labeled “turn into Conan the Barbarian,” but he had found something he’d best been able to translate as “become potent male”. It sounded promising, but he’d also remembered what had happened in the kitchen the night before, so he decided he needed a guinea pig to ensure he’d gotten the “potent” part right.

Said nameless guinea pig had just finished washing his hair by the time Gabe had finished the last syllable. At first nothing seemed to happen, and Gabe wondered if anything even would considering the guy was already fairly well built and likely needed no additional “potency”. Then he noticed something - he seemed to be broaden, widen before his very eyes. His neck, shoulders, chest, waist and hips all seemed to spread until he appeared squat and stocky despite having lost no height. Then there was a general rounding, his angular features and ripped abdominals disappearing as his flesh filled in and smoothed every sharp edge he seemed to possess. In seconds he looked like a star rugby player just back from practice.

But it didn’t stop. The flesh filling in his abs pooled, and then surged forward into a definite paunch. His pecs kept getting heavier and heavier until they sagged under their own mass, losing their rectangular shape as the nipples which capped them grew into perky eraserheads atop silver-dollar sized areolas. Fat wrapped around his chest until it formed a crease on his back and held his arms out at an angle. His neck disappeared between the rising meat of his shoulders and his descending double chin, until his head was just a round, jowly face perched atop an enormous barrel torso.

His limbs then seemed to catch up with the rest of him, each arm becoming a ham-like appendage with utterly no sign of the powerful musculature they once displayed. His fingers swelled into sausage-like digits until his closed fist was nearly the size of Gabe’s head. His wide-set legs grew into sturdy tree-trunks, easily able to handle the bulk they now had to carry. As he turned to rinse off the shampoo Gabe noticed his ass inflating like balloons until they each cheek were two enormous, jiggling spheres of fat battling for dominance of his backside. As he completed his rotation Gabe could see his stomach had grown to match, now a massive tank that sagged over his waist with lovehandles the size of tires flowing into it. 

Gabe had never thought in his wildest dreams that this massive fat-ass before him was the ancient Sumerian idea of potent, but the spell wasn’t quite finished. Beneath his quivering belly and between those powerful thighs he could just make out something stirring. His balls seemed to be descending slowly down his thighs, and then blowing up from mere golf balls to the size of tennis balls. Each simple movement as he scrubbed the last of the soap from his body would cause his now massive testes to bounce and jostle while the rest of him quivered and wobbled. The whole display was almost hypnotic. 

In fact, he didn’t even notice when the guy turned off the shower and began to walk back to his locker to dry himself. Each thunderous footfall as he moved was overshadowed by a dull slap as each thigh bounced his massive balls off the other with each step. The rest of him was no less a symphony of motion as his tits, belly, and ass shook with his movement.

“Hey - eyes up here.”

Gabe blinked, and then realized he’d been caught staring. The guy had walked right up to his locker and was only a few feet away, although his enormous bulk made him seem a lot closer. Hos moon face was twisted in a smirk, like having caught a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

“See something you like,” he asked, with his free hand jostling his almost grocery bag sized sac, the same arm’s tit jiggling in sync. 

Gabe tried to be apologetic, but when it seemed like he was blowing the guy off the newly fattened gym-goer stormed off in a booming huff. Gabe then quickly stowed the book in his bag, got dressed, and left without looking back.