Growth (hypno musc)
by Derek Williams
I could feel it happening again. His fingers digging into my muscular back, his smell in the air, his ass around my cock. He rode himself, up and down, up and down. I could feel my muscles pulsing, my breath ragged, my mind on fire. I could feel the strange force, pushing me towards climax, just like every other time.
I came.
Now I could feel myself shrinking, deflating, becoming weak again. I could feel his hands becoming coarse, his chest pushing out as mine deflated. I could feel his thighs tighten and his ass bubble and his biceps pop out, and I knew they'd never go back down again. I could feel my ribs poking out hard against my emaciated flesh.
His body was charged with more energy than it ever has been or ever will be again. As he grew he spurted his load all over me. With gasping breath, he fell onto the bed and tried to pull me down with him.
My hands were bony now, but I managed to push him away. He gently passed into a deep sleep. That kind of sex really takes it out of you. At least for me it does.
I never felt guilty about doing this. I mean, come on, I give gay boys the bodies they stay up late jerking off to online. He might have to buy some new clothes, but I just saved him fifteen years worth of gym memberships. Maybe he's not quite as smart as he used to be, but what kind of guy wouldn't trade brains for the body of a god.
I slipped out of his apartment, feeling skinny and weak, just like every other time.
I wouldn’t stay like that for long. I looked like a corpse when I made it back to my place, but by morning I knew that I'd look like your average skinny guy. A few days later, I'd have it all back. And if I didn't give it away, a few days after that I wouldn't be able to move without bumping into my own muscles. If I had to guess, I'd say that heart failure would follow a couple days after that. For me, it's potentially deadly to go a week without getting laid.
I went to sleep. I hated feeling so weak and out of control.
* *
When I first found the magic shop, I was six feet tall and a hundred and ninety pounds. I looked fantastic. I was so ripped that I routinely got offered modeling jobs, but I was pretty shy in front of anyone without my shirt. It's funny how being a tiny teenager instills fears into you, long after you've shaped your body exactly how you want it. My boyfriend thought it was silly, but Dirk said he was happy to have me all to himself.
My bud Jared and I had been walking around downtown, killing time before a concert. We had taken a turn down this unmarked alley, winding past the junk shops and the cool little record stores, and finally we hit a dead end.
At least I thought it was a dead end. Jared said "Hey, any idea what this place is?"
I turned and looked again, and sure enough there was a dark wooden door set back into the brick wall. I'd never seen it before. There was something funky about that door. It belonged in a Goosebumps book, not a hipster alley.
"Nah Dude, let's just head back. I want to hit the mall to try on some v-necks and see if they'll look okay on me,"
“Yeah right,” chuckled Jared. Like you’ll ever wear something that shows off even a little chest. Let’s go in here.”
And without waiting for my answer, Jared pushed his way into the shop and I was left to follow.
If I knew then what I know now...
Inside it was dark. Not regular dark either, like someone forgot to turn on the light. Cloying dark, like I could feel the shadows closing in on me whenever I turned my back. I had a seriously bad vibe about this place.
Near the back, rustling around there was a young guy. He couldn't have been more than twenty five. It didn't fit. This was the kind of shop that should have had an eighty year old guy behind the counter.
It was obviously a magic shop, with charms and crystal balls and all sorts of spiritual looking stuff. I wasn't raised with any of that nonsense, so I felt kind of put off. Jared was taking his time and checking out everything. He’s a total flake for that kind of crap.
The shopkeeper approached us. "Hey, can I help you guys find anything?"
He had this puppy dog look about him, all unconfident features and Hugh Grant hair. And he was definitely checking me out.
"Uh, thanks man, I think we were just leaving," something in the way he looked at me was making me uncomfortable. His vibe clashed with his looks, making me doubt my ‘puppy dog’ judgement.
Jared brushed me off when I tapped his shoulder, prodding him to go. He was starting deep into some crystal ball, his eyes wide and his mouth ajar. The ball glowed a deep green.
"Are you certain? I think your friend found something he likes." The shopkeeper had this coy little smile creeping onto his face.
I looked at Jared more closely. He wasn't moving. I plucked the ball out of his hand and put it down on the shelf, but he just stayed there in the same spot, staring into space. Mouth ajar.
"Dude, snap out of it," I shook his shoulders and tried to rouse him.
"It won't do any good," the shopkeeper said. "He's one of mine now. But don't you worry, most of him will be back out in a minute."
I didn't know what that meant, but I was starting to lose my shit. "You'd better fix him right now you little twerp, before I beat your fuckin’ skull in."
In a moment, he turned dark. That’s when I realized that this wasn’t just a creepy kid in a curio shop. His eyes dropped to a deep and cloudy gray. The clothes he was wearing all blackened until the eye just fell into them. His face was the scariest thing of all. The smiling young clerk had gone, now he was malicious, clear and simple.
"Nobody threatens me," he gave a half smirk. "Here I am, trying to feel just a little less lonely and you're threatening me."
"Less lonely?" I asked, stumbling half a step back.
"Yes. It's lonely in here. When other people wander in, I take a little bit of them. I keep it safe, and I keep it happy. I leave them with enough, they're usually just a touch on the stupid side.”
I thought he was a total head case. Whatever the crystal ball was doing to Jared, it couldn’t take part of his soul or whatever. We had to get out of there.
“Really, I'm doing society a good deed, plenty of people who are happy to push a mop or swing a sledge hammer for a living."
"You can't do that," I protested. "Magic is just fake, for fun. Like —"
"Enough," the kid cut me off. "I was just going to keep a little of you too, but you’re too annoying for that."
He was eyeing up my body and I couldn't move a muscle to retreat towards the door. Somehow the kid was keeping me paralyzed.
"Thanks," I said with sarcastic bravado, "but I've already got a boyfriend and I’m fucking crazy for him."
The kid’s smirk grew until it looked like his whole face was changing around it. And it was. Somehow he was morphing. He gained a couple inches so that he towered over me. His shirt pushed out and his arms started to strain the fabric of his t-shirt. His face became hard and masculine and cruel. Every part of him that I could see pushed itself to epic proportions.
"You think I want your body?” he thundered. “I want to be loved. I want people to stay with me forever so I won't have to be alone."
He breathed in and out a couple of times to calm down, and then instantly melted down to his previous form.
"Bodies are easy. It’s love that’s hard."
Jared was starting to snap out of it behind me. He could feel him start to shuffle around. Amazingly, he just kept looking at the trinkets, but with a far worse attention span this time. He browsed the store, not really looking at anything in particular.
"But since you're so concerned with your body, here's your curse. I’m going to make your body swell up constantly. But you wouldn't last very long if that's all, and frankly I wouldn't get any friends from the deal.”
“Fuck you, freakshow.” It’s safe to say I was feeling a little hostile, and anger is always fear in disguise.
“So when you have sex, you'll lose your muscle to your partner,” he continued undeterred. “And when they orgasm, a piece of them will come here for me as compensation for your rudeness. I may as well give the muscle to them, since they won't get any of the normal benefits of finding my shop."
The guy snapped his fingers, and suddenly I was loose. I wanted to run, but I wasn't leaving Jared.
"Jared, come on," I shouted. Jared turned away from the display he was skimming and trundled over to me. God, he walked like he was completely out of it. But there was something else different. He was undefinably handsome and he glowed with happiness.
Was he high? He had to be high. That was the only rational explanation.
"I don't just take," the shopkeeper smiled at Jared. "I give them happiness and beauty. Now, go and atone for your threats."
The urge to leave became overwhelming. Jared and I left the store. Just as the door swung shut, I heard the shopkeeper say "You should come see me when you're ready to apologize."
I turned to answer, but the door was gone.
* *
I hadn't taken the curse seriously at first. I thought that the guy had dusted some sort of drug on that crystal ball and Jared was going to be fine after he came down. We met up with Dirk, went to the concert, and afterward I dragged Dirk home with me for our regular gymnastics.
Most couples fall into a routine, and Dirk and I were no exception. We got ready for bed, and then curled up. Until I held him, neither of us ever knew if we were in the mood.
"Have you been working out more hon?" Dirk asked, running his finger down the side of my right pec.
"Not really," I said. "But I still think I'm pretty alright."
Dirk grinned and groped me. Yup, we were definitely in the mood. Pretty soon I was on top of him, sucking dick and grabbing ass. Dirk has this major thing for when your cock touches his, so I was making sure to move up and down his body, brushing up against him as often as possible.
Pretty soon Dirk was begging me to fill him up. I wasn't much of a top, but sometimes you do what you've got to when you like a guy. I lubed us both up and squeezed myself into him.
Dirk moaned under me and I took that as my cue to start pumping in and out. In and out. I could feel my muscles pumped up like never before and soon I was on the brink. My brain felt weird, like my own thoughts had ceased and I was just following through on a well rehearsed motion. I tried to resist it, but I wasn't the one in control of my body for that moment.
When I came, I felt this sudden weird sensation. I’d been released from the force that had caused me to fuck with such strange intensity. A few moments later, I realized I was shrinking down. Becoming small and weak.
I could see as my finely tuned gym body flowed into Dirk, I saw him buckle under the new weight and orgasm from the sudden sensation of bulking up. My mind had foreign thoughts rampaging through it. For just a few seconds, my brain was on fire, a part of Dirk pouring through me, making it’s way back to the magic shop.
Dirk fell onto the bed and I quickly got up. I was woozy, my body barely able to hold itself. Dirk, on the other hand, was huge. He was face down, but I could see from the spread of his back that his upper body had taken on gargantuan proportions. His legs were sculpted and cut. His neck had thickened and his feet had grown and his golden hair had taken on a new healthy shine. He'd never looked so incredible.
I stumbled into the bathroom and took a look at myself. I felt so weak that I was clutching the doorframe just to stay upright. I was a skeleton.
It was impossible. I sunk down in the bathroom and bawled my eyes out. I couldn't believe just how small I'd become. The reality of the curse sank in for me. Fuck. I’d fucked all my muscle away.
In the morning, Dirk came to and found me curled up and naked on our bathroom floor. I didn't look like a skeleton anymore, but I was still a far cry from the guy who pumped iron all the way through high school.
Dirk and I broke up the next day.
I asked him to leave, sent him to stay with our buddy Sam. There was something horribly wrong with me, and he wasn't the same man I knew anymore. Overnight, he’d turned dumb. I couldn't talk to him about this, and I needed to talk to someone. Anyone who might understand.
I went over to Jared's place. He was there, and I was hoping that he might have some ideas.
We sat down. "Sorry man, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Nah bra," Jared grinned. "I was just sittin’ here."
It was true. He'd actually just been sitting on his couch, staring into space and waiting for it to be time to go to work. The shopkeeper seemed like he took a little too much. But at least Jared seemed happy. Well, not just happy, he seemed downright pleased with himself that he'd had such a fine day staring at the blank wall.
I couldn't bear to think that I'd done this to Dirk. It’s hard when you do this to a buddy, but it’s even worse when it's a lover.
All Jared could suggest was "well didn't the dude just say to come back and apologize?"
And so that was my only plan. Find the damn magic store again and beg the shopkeeper for forgiveness. I had to do it quickly too, before I filled out too much.
That was weeks ago.
* *
Searching the city for a magic door sounds like it could be interesting, but to tell you the truth, it’s just monotonous. I couldn’t even spend every day searching, because every few days I’d have to take time off to fuck some guy into a BMI defying jock.
You think I'm an idiot, right? I'm cursed, and all I have to do is find the right store and I'll be okay again. But it's not so easy, the shop moves around.
My gut feeling is that it likes narrow little side streets and back alleys and dark places at the back of deserted malls. So those are all the places I check.
You can measure the week by the clothes I wear. If it’s Sunday, I toss on some skinny hipster jeans and a faded concert t-shirt and hit the streets. Monday makes the hipster clothes uncomfortably tight, so by Tuesday I’ve transferred into a hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans. That’ll be gone by Thursday. I didn't want to have a repeat of that time I'd ripped my shirt in public.
Friday is a long day of hunting for the shop again. That’s the day I get to wear my old clothes. My favorite T was pushed out at the chest and the jeans were starting to fill. The scale in the bathroom said 185. I almost looked like me again, but I knew it wouldn't last. I had to go hunting again, but for something else. I needed to find myself a new guy to give this body to.
There's a sweet spot for getting laid. Once I'd let myself get into bodybuilder territory, convinced I was going to find the shop and put an end to this, but instead I had to find the smallest guy I could to shove this body off on. It wasn't easy either, most skinny guys are sure the bodybuilder is going to beat up on 'em.
So on Friday night, I go out and pick up. I was getting pretty good at picking up a guy and having sex on the first night. I slipped on a loose tank top and some cargo pants. When you grow as fast as I do, everything has to be looser, at least when you put it on.
* * *
I met my next victim at the bar, and attached myself to him. He was in his late twenties and a tiny little Asian guy. He was wearing this ugly dress shirt and mismatched slacks and I doubt he'd ever had a guy who looked like me even glance at him.
So I chatted him up and convinced him that I was just, like, really into Asians. And I guess he didn't want to tempt fate because he took me home right away. I didn’t even have to humiliate myself on the dance floor.
He practically skewered himself on me once he had the door shut. There were no preliminaries, not even kissing. Thank fuck, since he smelled like cheap cigarettes. As I rode him, my body went on automatic again. Soon I came and he came and my mind became a conduit for his.
He was a poet, I got that much. As I watched that tiny chest explode into a ripped bodybuilders physique I thought about how he'd never write another poem again. His ass filled out and his lower body bulked up. On his height, the 100 pounds of muscle that left me made him look like a brick wall.
His abs popped out. His jaw broadened. His toes went from being delicate to stubby. The part that struck me the most was how his thin arms swelled into well developed branches coming down off his body.
He fell down asleep, and for once I stuck around. I stared at him, the perfect body. He didn't have any worries anymore, he was too dumb to look far enough ahead to worry.
I read through his notebooks. The poems were actually pretty good. There were love letters to old boyfriends and even a whole notebook just full of couplets that he wanted to use one of these days.
I stayed up all night, watching my chest fill out into something resembling a person again. And I thought about how I was justified in doing what I do to these guys. This was literally do or die territory.
When he woke up, I read him a line from his Shakespeare book.
"Oh spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!"
All he did was grunt and scratch himself, then lumber off for the shower. I’d say it was heartbreaking, but that’s not a strong enough word.
There was nothing else I could do for him, so I left.
It was time to stop doing this to people. When I got home, I broke down, just like I did after Dirk changed. I spent all day just lying on my living room floor, feeling like crap.
The next morning, I dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and went out to find the magic shop.
It was in the first back alley that I looked into.
* * *
The little bell above the door signaled my arrival. I could hear the shopkeeper bustling around in the back.
"Hello," shouted the shopkeeper. "Ready to apologize."
"Yeah," I said. "I, uh, ...., look, I can't do this anymore."
"So you're sorry that you threatened me? You know I'm not hurting anyone, I just can't be lonely."
Like hell, he wasn’t hurting anyone. I pushed down my anger. ‘Please’, I prayed to nameless god.
"Well, I'm sorry I threatened you. I can't handle being the guy who ruins so many good men like this."
"But you're making them better," explained the shopkeeper in a tone that made me feel like a very small child. "You're making them happy.
“In any case, I can see that you're sorry."
The shopkeeper made a motion with his hand. "The curse is lifted, you're free to go."
I turned around, a little bit dazed, and started towards the front of the shop. I could run. This wasn't my problem anymore.
"Wait a sec," I turned around and stared down the shopkeeper. "I'm not just going to let you off the hook on this."
The shopkeeper looked like he was going to laugh at me, then suddenly he swelled up again into that giant who had threatened me the first time. The darkness in the shop seemed to rally around him.
"And just who are you to threaten me?"
“I’m a man in love,” I held my ground. “And you took him from me.”
For a moment, the giant faltered. I took advantage of it.
“I know you just want love, but please don’t get it by stripping it away from everyone else. All the men I’ve turned, all the people who you’ve stolen a little piece from. They deserve better.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off. If I was right, there was still a chance.
“Dirk deserves better.”
The giant was gone, and the young man stood in front of me again.
“And what do you deserve?” His voice was very small.
"I don’t deserve much, but if you’ll let me, I’ll be your friend.”
He looked hopeful. Puppy dog eyes and Hugh Grant hair. I was beginning to understand.
“My friend?” he asked. “So you’ll stay here with me if I let the others go?”
I shook my head slowly. “No, but I’ll visit you from time to time. And if you want, you can always come and visit me.”
The shopkeeper looked confused. “No, that’s not how it works. I’m in here.”
“Have you tried to leave?”
He looked uncomfortable. The shopkeeper waved his hand dismissively again. “It’s done, I’ve released all the men, though I’m letting them keep their new looks. And you, I’ve restored your old body.”
I didn’t even glance down to check. We were getting close to something. I wasn’t letting him off the hook this easily.
“Have you tried to leave?” I asked again.
The shopkeeper leaned back onto a display case, crossing his arms and staring at his shoes.
“Once.”
I waited.
“He was a lot like you. Big and buff, and for that night I decided to match him. In the morning...”
We stood in silence for nearly a minute.
“In the morning, he said it was just a fuck. So I left and came back to the bar that night with a crystal ball like the one I used to trap Jared. I was wearing a different face, he didn’t even know it was me until I had him in my collection.”
And now I understood. I waited a long minute before I said anything.
“You know it’s not always perfect, right? It can take a long time to find the guy.”
“Yeah.”
“I was thinking of heading out with a few of the guys tonight, now that we’re all back.”
“Yeah.”
“You should come with us.”
The shopkeeper finally made eye contact. He nodded slowly, an uninhibited grin spreading across his face.
“I’ll swing by here around nine,” I said. “You’d better be here.”
“Without a doubt,” he said.
We stood there again for an endless beat.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to close the shop and get ready. But if you ever need anything, you just come looking and I’ll be here.”
I smiled at him and turned to exit. My cell rang.
“Hon.” It was Dirk. “Get your ass over to Sam’s. You’ll never guess what’s happened.”
END