Lasitor and the Book of Spells (muscle theft fant)
by fucil99
Lasitor was sitting on his bed and leafing through the Book. It was stained with watermarks, probably a hundred years old, and it was faded in some places to near unintelligibility. The words were so hard to read that he had to make up the parts of the words that were actually too faded to read anymore. The Book was a book of spells; it had been in his family for generations and now it was his.
His grandmother had passed away and his mother was named executor to her estate and this was one of the few books he managed to save from his grandmother's grand library of old books. He found this book on the bottom of an old wooden chest that was filled with other books all dating way back to the mid-1800s. He found it in the basement of her old house and it was deemed worthless by his mother who took one look at the box and its faded molding content of ancient ruined books and told him he could have the box if he wanted it.
Lasitor took the box and its contents to his dorm room at the university and began to clean them up and save as many books as he could. He categorized them and placed them in piles of can-be-saveds and can't-be-saveds. He almost put the Book with the can't-be-saved pile. It was coated with a thick layer of what looked like mold that was brushed away from the cover quite easily. It didn't look good for the Book until he did that and then he recognized the Latin words that roughly translated to "The Book of Spells".
Lasitor had been studying Latin for an ancient history class that was part of his curriculum for getting his doctorate in Archaeology, and with this book, Lasitor had hit a gold mine. It was like a Rossetta Stone to him. His grandmother had translated the Latin paragraphs at the top of the pages. These took up about half of page each, and in some places two or three pages, but after each spell written in Latin there was what looked like to him as a rough description of the spell handwritten in beautiful, easily-readable Old English handwriting. He marveled at the style and grace his grandmother had written each word in. "How wonderfully beautiful they wrote back then," he thought. "So legible and clean."
The Book was full of parables and warnings though and some were way too faded to be read with just the Latin words still legible at the top of some of the pages. But he did read the first warning near the front of the book that stated quite clearly the dangers of mispronouncing the Latin words. It stated simply and straightforwardly that a mispronunciation of any word in any of the spells could be disastrous. Lasitor figured the Book was a good way of translating Latin to English and that was about all it was really good for. He doubted the spells even worked, mispronounced or not, but it was fascinating to know his grandmother sincerely believed this to be true.
Lasitor turned each page of the Book slowly and carefully. As he was going through it, he read what he could and guessed at some of the rest where his grandmother's writing had succumbed to time. He was near the middle of the Book when he came to a place where the center of the pages of the book for about 40 pages had been carefully cut out. The sentences and the translations on each of these pages ended at the outlined cut and began again on the other side of the cut out square in the pages, as if this was intended to be there from the Book's conception. In the middle was a thin square wooden box that was hinged and in remarkably good shape. Lasitor took it out carefully and opened it. Inside were three items: a ring of gold, an amulet with Latin writing on it, and--what really threw him--was a larger ring. It was too small to be a bracelet and yet way to big to be a ring.
Lasitor took it out and looked at closely. It weighed way over a couple ounces and it was without a doubt made of pure gold! As he held it though, it got warmer and warmer. He looked at it closer as it warmed quickly to his body temperature and then got warmer and then he felt something even weirder--his cock was stirring in his boxers. He was getting a hard-on and it shocked him. He reached down and felt his stiffening dick with his empty hand and a vibration shot thru his body. As he got closer to his cock with the hand with the ring in it, his dick seemed to be growing stiffer and seemed to be larger than he remembered it to be. He looked at the ring and then instinctively pulled the waist band of his boxers away from his waist and his now incredibly stiff and way larger then normal dick shot up past the waist line of his boxers to a fantastic length. His small once-six-inch rather thin penis was now an easy ten inches and as thick a dick as he had ever seen.
He eyed the ring and felt its warmth. It felt like it was growing heavier in his hand and his dick throbbed. It ached to be touched; it beckoned him to do it. He brought his free hand down and felt the large veins that now ran up and down the now very thick shaft. Every touch sent him into ecstasy. Every sensation was one he'd never felt before. He looked at the ring and then at the now-thick head of his cock. He knew what the larger ring was for. He brought it to the head of his dick and placed it at its tip. It instantly began to slide over his head and then it pulled out of his hand and shot down his thick now almost 12" shaft. It rested on the base of his thick dick sitting on top of a ball-sack that was now at least double in size. The whole package now looked out of place on his body that--although in good shape and well maintained--was nowhere near the body this thing belonged to. He was much too short and too small for it and he was totally unprepared for it. It just looked way out of place.
He couldn't help but feel his hard erect prick was so firm, so sensual, so intriguing. Waves of pleasure rolled up his body as he gently and soothingly stroked this monster-sized cock. Vibrations swelled up his torso in unison to the strokes he made up and down its thick shaft, its very veins thick and full of blood as they pulsated with each touch he made. He felt stronger with each thrust he made. He felt like his torso was growing with each slow sensual stroke upwards and his thighs and legs felt the same with each downward stroke he made. He did each stroke nice and slow, allowing himself the extreme pleasures he got from just the feel of this monster cock.
He stood up still grasping it firmly and stroking it now with vigor and delight, his body reacting as it never had before he felt his cock continue to grow. It was getting bigger. He took his free hand and rubbed his chest and found much to his delight that it had thickened and firmed and distinctly thick pecs now adorned it. He used his hand to fondle at their thick-muscled bases and he felt how firm they now were. His abs had tightened and he could feel the very valleys that now contoured his abdominal region something similar to that of a bodybuilders eight-pack abs. He kept his eyes closed as he pushed hard against the lower part of his now-thick pecs each moved as one tight muscle and didn't giggle as they usually did to his pushing them. They just had to be real but how?
He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his chest and abs and, to his delight, his hands had not lied to him. His pecs and abs were those of a supreme bodybuilder's with thick pecs that mounded from his chest and obscured the tops of abs that were as tight as any he'd ever seen on a guy. They were knotted and firm to the touch and appealing to the sight. His cock felt wonderful in his hands as he continued to stroke it vigorously and with each stroke he seemed to feel like he was getting taller as well. And his legs seemed to thicken as well, he could feel his very calf muscles tightening and filling out. His body was adjusting to his cock's new size and was growing in both height and size, somehow growing to match this monster that now lived and seemingly almost even breathed between his legs.
The ring was tight and constricting now and it seemed to hold back what he knew was coming. He was about to shoot the wad of a lifetime and it was crying in pain to be released. Lasitor made his way to the bathroom's door where a full-length mirror graced its front and there standing where instead of a modestly-built young college student should have been staring at him was a Greek GOD of a man, tall and strong. Finely toned over-accentuated muscles adorned his body thick and vascular in every way. It was covered in a nice coating of manly body hair thick on his pecs and a prominent trail lead down to where a new thick forest of pubic hair filled his boxers, and sticking straight up to past his belly button in front of abs tighter then those on a true bodybuilders was his thick now huge cock. It no longer looked out of place but actually looked like it belonged on him now. His face, although pretty close to his old one, still had his well-groomed goatee and thick well-groomed head of dark brown hair but now he had long bangs sensually gracing his face. He still had his trademark sideburns that reached to his now more thickly sexy stubbled beard. His dimples were still there albeit maybe deeper and more defined now. His face seemed it to had gained all the right attributes that went with this body and its huge sensual package.
Lasitor knew he had to somehow get the ring off so he could relieve the tension that had been dammed up behind its now constricting golden circle. His dick's skin concaved inward on each side of the rings circumference and below in his now swollen balls was a load of cum that screamed to be released from behind the ring's now tight encroachment around the base of the monster cock. Lasitor managed to start to work the tight ring upwards towards his now hugely bulbous cap that was three times what he had before. He doubted the ring would even fit over its base as it got closer to it, with each inch it moved up the cock swelled with what it so desperately wanted to spew. It thickened with each push upwards and his mind reeled in delight at the very feel of its fluid journey upwards to it ultimate goal--ejaculation.
He stopped it at the base of his dick's head and caressed the fluid-filled shaft. It made him jump and sent chills of excitement up his spine and gave him goose bumps on his thickly-veined, now muscular forearms. He could feel his biceps react and tighten as he stroked it. His pecs thick muscles jumped in unison and his thick thighs reacted by tightening to near painful tightness. Even his calves felt like they too had felt this needed release of cum. They went taut and he could feel the new muscles jump and tighten with each stroke. It was almost too much for him to bear. The whole experience was just too much for him to take and he could feel the pressure building and then as quickly but a lot more painfully the ring pushed past his cap's walls and flew off his dick. It hit the glass and made a hell of a sound but didn't break the glass.
What followed was pure ecstasy. His dick undulated under one wave and then another of a pure cum fountain of fluid release that was one undulation after undulation of released unstoppable cum. It shot from the head of this spectacle that was now his dick. The mirror paid part of the price when a large creamy white coating hit near its top and slowly dripped downwards. Another hit the door above it. He spun around in a desperate search to find a towel or anything to house the fluids before they coated everything in the room. The feeling was like nothing he'd ever felt. He suppressed the rest of the creamy sticky cum in his tee shirt, a tee shirt now too small for his new size now.
Lasitor let out a sigh of pure satisfaction and audibly panted heavy breaths as he quivered and the last of the monster load filled the shirt beyond soaking point. His cock ached like it never had before it throbbed like it was alive. "WHEWWW!!!" was all he could say as it finally began to go flaccid. Lasitor got up and slipped on his boxer briefs and felt how extremely tight they were. He was impressed they were loose on him before but he liked them that way but now it felt great to feel them this tight and filled to their capacity with his brand-new and more-than-manly package. His now way thicker pubic hair pushed the fabric out as well.
Quickly he searched the floor for the ring and found it covered with his own sperm. He picked it up and wiped it clean of the sperm. He was walking now on thickly muscled legs. He ambled towards his bed with the now flaccid cock banging against his thick legs as he went. He felt great like a god walking to his bed, thick arms with now 22-inch biceps and massive vascular forearms swung in tandem to his steps with hand tightly clutching the now warmer cock ring.
Lasitor was too tired to read anymore from the Book. He felt a wave of pure exhaustion overtake him and he fell fast asleep almost the moment he laid back on the bed. The bed's thin mattress that once supported a 5'10" 175lb modestly-muscled body now gave way and contoured to his new Greek-god-like 6'5" huge, 280lbs of pure unadulterated muscles. A handsome demigod of a man now slept deeply on his bed, still clutching tightly the cock ring responsible for all of this.
The next morning brought the sun's raging bright light right into Lasitor's tightly closed eyes, his eyelids no match against the brightness of it. His curtains gave up their battle of blocking it out the moment the sun rose high enough to shine in through them. Lasitor awoke and covered his eyes. They seemed to be overly sensitive to the sun's light and he hated the morning sun in his room anyways. He cursed himself for not drawing the blinds and turned over on his side. He drifted in and out of sleep that morning to weird dreams that were so vivid and so real.
Dreams of him as he was before the ring and then dreams of him after, and then really weird dreams of him even different than ever! Him as a pathetically weak little man with no real masculinity to his body, a weak frail thing clutching the cock ring and stalking through the streets in search for something that wasn't clear in his dream but the lovemaking in his big new body was. It was as if it was happening to him for real. His lovemaking in that body had him in complete control and he was the top, the man of the scene.
Lasitor went back into a dream as him as the weak guy again and it shocked him awake. He was sweating profusely and his hair was drenched with sweat. He was sporting a hard-on he could feel so bad that he sat up in his bed and with his eyes closed to shield them from the bright sunlight he went to stroke his now more favorably-sized cock. He stuck his hand under the covers and felt a shocking discovery. The cloth-covered elastic waistband of his tight-fitting cotton boxer briefs now that even at his old size clung to his waist quite nicely now didn't even touch his waist and the cock that yesterday night would have take four guys' cupped hands to reach its top now disappeared in his hand, His eyes popped open and the light hit them harshly, but that wasn't all that hit him harshly. His grand body, his muscles from hell and even his old modest covering of body hair were now all gone! His hand engulfed a raging hard-on but what it engulfed was gone from his sight. A skinny bony almost boyish hand covered it completely. His other hand still clutched the ring tightly he had never let go of it even in his deepest dream state.
He quickly let go of the ring and it dropped to the bed's surface. He whipped his covers off with his free hand and let out an audible gasp. His legs were like sticks, no real muscles at all, and hardly any hair at all as well. They looked like what a skinny boy's would. "NOOOO!!!!" Lasitor screamed as he let go of his hard on and stared down at a dick no larger then the thumb of the Greek god he was just last night. It stuck up unrelentingly still and showed no sign of withdrawal at all--a permanent tiny hard-on! Lasitor frantically looked for the cock ring and found it he quickly placed it on this pathetic little cock that wasn't even half his old size. The ring's circumference was twice what his was now and it wasn't growing as it did yesterday. It hung there like what a girl bracelet does on her thin wrist. His own wrist now looked that thin. He pulled the cock ring from its resting place above his now boy-sized, almost hairless balls and he just cried tears that rolled freely down his face. He had at least a modest build, a swimmer's build, before but now he had the build of a concentration camp refugee.
He ran to the mirror having to hold up the boxer briefs as he went. They threatened to leave his bony skin-covered pelvic area as he went. What he saw in his mirror this time was by no means erotic or sensual or even slightly appealing. He was a skeleton of his former self. His goatee almost gone, replaced by peach fuzz and his hair had lightened to that of his 14-year old age. He had seemingly regressed in both size and age. He wouldn't even be able to wear his old clothes, not without looking ridiculous. Lasitor cried for about an hour before he realized somewhere in the book was an answer to this problem. Somewhere in there was the way to gain back his old body and maybe even that fine one he had for one evening. The dreams. He remembered the dreams. He could remember the ones of his old body and even the new one quite vividly but the one as him as he was now eluded him. It was fuzzy and detached and scattered in remnants in his memory.
He got the book out and went past the cut out opening and there on the very next page was the warning about the cock ring! He sighed and with tear filled eyes he read about it and its curse and how to use it. He was to stick it over the cock of a young man of a well-toned body, earnest conviction and self-confidence. It would then take from the wearer and give it to him. It would last for only a month and then he would wake up the same way as he did today! There was no other way for the curse to be removed. The warning to never wear it in the first place was there all along he had just not read it and now it was to late for him. He looked around the room thinking frantically of whom he could use the ring on and how would he be able to even seduce someone in his present state of body.
He thought of Kevin, his quarterback roommate, asleep in the next room. He knew he slept deeply and he had made casual advances towards him when he had the swimmers build, but he didn't think Kevin would be too thrilled to sleep with a skeleton of a freak like he was now. But if he could gain the muscles Kevin had he would be nearly as well-built as he was just last night. The cock ring now stole for him size and offered only him its theft, so no matter. What if could get this on Kevin then it would increase Kevin's size and of his dick and give him the best orgasm he had ever had and then leave him the same size as he was now the next day. Some of the words to the spell were hard to read and Lasitor guessed them as he said them aloud, knowing full well it clearly said not to say the words wrong but he had no choice anyway. He had to do this.
Lasitor grabbed the bottle of chloroform he used to preserve insects in jars with and stealthily made his way towards Kevin's room while still sporting the tiny never-ending hardon he had its tiny body, bobbing back and forth as he went like a tiny thumb jutting from his bony abdominal area. It sickened him when he looked down at it. He opened Kevin's door and found he was fast asleep and to his delight he was coverless and in the middle of what appeared to be a very good wet dream. He was as hard as his 5-inch dick got and it stuck out perfectly for his needs. His dick wasn't impressive but everything else about Kevin was. His face was that of a model's; his body was international male catalog material and as firm as any he'd ever seen. Tight thick throwing arms graced his long arms thick forearms and bugling biceps graced them. Tight abs and a thick set of pecs adorned his torso and below his small but adequate hard-on, strong running legs with noticeable quads, and thick calve muscles stretched one off the bed halfway and the other on it as laid growing in his deep REM sleep.
Lasitor felt bad about placing the ring of golden hell around his small erection but he had no real choice. He brought it closer to Kevin's penis and it jumped skywards as if beckoning for it to be put on it. Kevin showed no signs of waking, his eyes clearly darting back in forth under his eyelids. He was dreaming deeply and the ring slipped easily over his thinner than even Lasitor's original sized dick. It had room to spare as it fell on top of his rather small but very hairy ball sack. The softer looking golden colored pubic hairs glistened in the diffused lighting of the blind-pulled windowed room.
"Welcome back to prepubescence Kev old boy!" Lasitor said in his now almost child toned voice. Kevin's dick hardened and grew to match the cock ring's diameter and then grew even more till it doubled in size and began to throb. Lasitor walked over to the window and reached in behind the fine curtains and drew up the blinds. The room filled with light just as Kevin woke up to his burgeoning hard-on, his eyes wide with amazement over his dick's new size. He didn't even look at Lasitor as his right hand just grabbed it and felt its girth. It was so sensual, so enticing, so erotic and firm; blood pumped through the veins and could be felt with in his clutched hand. His heart raced with excitement and intrigue, his mind a complete blank except for the feel of this monster cock.
It was like no feeling he'd ever had. It was all-encompassing and totally engulfing. It sent chills down his thick forearms in the form of goose bumps and he shuddered with each stroke he made on his powerfully thick new cock from heaven. His mind reeled with excitement at every touch of this rock-hard super-sensitive new organ. Lasitor's own tiny cock undulated as he watched voyeur-style all of Kevin's moves. It was so erotic to watch the well-built guy jack off like that, so sensual were his moves that Lasitor shot off with his tiny cock sending his cum a pitiful two feet from him on to Kevin's bedroom floor. It was then that Kevin saw him standing there by his mirrored doorway to his closet.
Lasitor backed away as Kevin stood up still holding his cock and for the first time seeing what cock ring was doing to him. Kevin regained some of his composure and tried to frantically remove the ring to no avail; his cock was too big now and deep with in his now tripled sized ball sac. His very manhood ached to be freed. It pulsated deep in the engorged sac and filled with his future demise. Kevin's handsome face showed his recognition of that release and his blonde thick eyebrows pointed up at the middle on his forehead now laced with worry lines both vertical and horizontal. His eyes squinted showing crows-feet, painful wrinkles forming on the sides of them as the pressure of release increased to mammoth proportions deep in his aching groin. His body looked magnificent standing there with a strong hand clutched at his cock meant for a guy his size. His bicep bulged nicely, an easy 16 inches around his forearm taut and strong looking. His pecs so broad and full stood tightly above equally taut abs that had been exercised to perfection from years of diligence seem to stretch to his ever pulsating dick and ball sac. Thick legs, well-muscled and covered with thick blond colored hair, supported him as he stood there. And then all at once, the ring pushed up the shaft driven by his manhood to tip of his now monstrously huge bulbous head. It pushed the head to near popping before it finally broke free of its shroud and shot across the room and fell at Lasitor's feet.
Lasitor picked it up and placed it on his stiff little dick; his dick jumped as he did as well. He could feel the energy being given him from the cum that now spewed from Kevin's dick in load after load of pure ecstasy! His mind was numb but his face was full of pure excitement over this shot from hell from this monster cock--this marvel that was now his. It undulated as wave after wave of pure cum filled and soaked the carpet in front of him five feet and more. His mind reeled as he watched in awe as the skinny child like guy he did not know at first started to begin to look like more Lasitor knew. His own body felt weaker for some reason and a strange feeling of vertigo took over where extreme delight had just ruled his world. Kevin looked to the mirror and saw his reflection. He was started to see the changes that went with the feeling he had. His broad shoulders began to get narrow on him; his fine throwing arm still clutching a cock that was shrinking quick. Also shrinking in size was his thick moustache disappearing from beneath his cute ski-sloped nose. His sideburns and two days of lazy beard stubble faded away from his face as well as his thickly-coated darker blonde chest hair receded back and itched his chest as it went and retreated back to where they came.
His jaw dropped open as he watched years of hard-earned muscles fade from him and his size and age retreated back with the seconds and the last drips of his once fine dick's tip shrank in his hand as his hand shrank too and soon it was covered by his now almost child-sized hand. His body looked weak and pathetic now, barely-covered in any manly hair at all. A wisp of pubic hair covered where golden soft but thick pubes were. He stood there like a freaking skeleton reminiscent of his former quarterback glory, a shell of a man in a boy's body. He was skinnier than even the guy he first saw and now whom he recognized as Lasitor. He had gone from 6'2" and 195lbs of well-toned good, quarterback trained muscles to 5'2" and less then 80lbs. He fell to his knobby knees and passed out in a puddle of his own cum.
Lasitor's body returned to last night's glorious frame and he felt the thickness of his cock pulsating against the ring's circumference. He was afraid to touch it for fear of being reduced again and he walked through Kevin's sperm to his laying frail body and picked him up and placed him in his bed. He then drew the shades and turned out the lights and walked out with a full 14" hard on and went back to the Book. He needed to know more.