The Voodoo You Do (musc theft)
by Solomon
The dark room was filled with shifting shadows, quiet droning and the beating of drums getting louder and vibrating against my skin. Eyes and claws and tails and all manner of hideous appendages flew about the room as the Darkness swirled. The temperature of the room was falling like a stone, and I could see my breath in the air. I couldn't believe this was really happening, my excitement was almost intolerable. It was really happening, at last, at last...
It had been an ordinary afternoon the day before. I was in the library, once again spending my time roaming the stacks instead of having a "real" social life. I then thought I heard the sound of distant drumming. At first I believed it was apparant everyone, but no one I asked seemed to have heard a thing. I followed the sound into the deepest and most unfrequented part of the library, the rare and "one of a kind" section. I pulled heavy, musty volumes off the shelves to find the source of the noise. When I had removed about four thick volumes the phantom noises ceased and I reached in behind the shelf and pulled out a single, yellowed page.
The page seemed to have been torn from a larger volume, but it didn't seem to match the size of the volumes in front of it on the bookshelf. The page itself seemed possessed of an eldritch force and a jolt of power shocked my fingers when it came into my grasp and the thing burned with a bizarre inner light. The page was written by hand but it was in plain English, albeit in a more "turn of the century" phrasing. It was instructions for a ritual of some sort, and reading it, I realised what the ritual promised to give. My heart began to pound, surely, surely this was some elaborate joke. This couldn't be genuine. But if it was...
I stole the paper from the library and gathered the necessary components to preform the ritual. I don't know if I was under some outside compulsion or whether this was strictly of my own desires, but the paper nagged me with its presence, to do it. I know it should be deeply unethical, but I was far beyond caring at that point. I waited till night had fallen this evening, drew the symbols on the basement floor and walls and drew my protective circle and spoke the words.
My riviere was shattered and my attention was drawn to the shadows whispering and swirling around the room. Nightmarish shapes of creatures spawned from the deepest centres of unconscious fears of the human mind. Their words were light and faint, I couldn't really make out what they were saying, and the spirits were really beginning to panic me with their goulish forms and maddening whispers. However, I knew I couldn't leave the circle I drew on the floor without making myself exposed to them and if they could get at me...I shuddered at the thought. Finally the shades gathered into a cloud of darkness, as deep and dark as entropy's end. And from the darkness, somehow I could percieve jaws parting into an even deeper, darker abyss between the shadow teeth. Suddenly, from the infinite Void of Nothingness, their voices made sense and the whispery chorus spoke softly into air, "Hear the words of Mordiggian."
"Take the Talisman if you dare, wield its power with great care, should the Talisman ever break, what was taken will be lost and your nightmares will awake."
And out it came, floating out of the Void, was the Talisman. I was shaking like a bough in a windstorm, but with my teeth chattering at the freezing cold I reached out and grasped the innocuous little death mask on its leather cord, the Talisman. As soon as oval obsidian piece was tightly in my fist the world turned inside out and thunder boomed. When the room stopped spinning the shadows and shades had dispersed and I stood alone in my basement once more. I stood there panting, scared out of my wits but inutterably excited about what this meant. I wasn't going to be a scrawny little weakling anymore. The Talisman throbbed with a dark, menacing aura, but it mattered little. I took the basement steps two at a time.
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I stood outside the gym closest to my house, watching the thick muscle men pound out reps through the large glass windows that made up the front of the building. The air was chill and autumn leaves rustled down the pavement as the wind took them for a ride. I inhaled deeply and smelled the earthy, mossy scent of the fresh air. I liked living close to the Wild, not in cities. It was better, I thought. Done appreciating nature, I touched the Talisman beneath my shirt to reassure myself and I took a deep breath. Re-tying my loose shoelace I straightened up and walked inside.
"Hey Danny," said the owner, a muscle man if there ever was one, brown eyes and dark hair, his workout shirt stretched to the limit by his marble muscles. He was a tall man, older but hadn't really grown at all in maturity. Somehow he was still some beer swilling frat boy on the inside.
"You coming to try and hit the gym again, or are you looking for something else?" He said with a wink. I'd come here before, first to try and put on some muscle mass, but after, failing that, I made due with sucking off the muscle studs who frequented the gym. It was degrading having these muscle studs use then discard me till they wanted another fucktoy or blow job, but that was all going to change.
I looked up at him, which I do for a lot of people being only 5' 5" tall or so. I made a wry face, and buried my irritation, as per usual.
"Hey Greg," I say with a rueful grin. "Yeah, I'm looking for the something else." It's amazing how I don't seem to come off as rude.
"A young man like yourself could do with putting on some muscle" said Greg, slapping me on the back with his huge hand, sending me stumbling a bit, which sent Greg into hysterics. I gritted my teeth, a bad habit I know.
"Yeah, yeah" I replied with my fake good humour, but inside I burned with rage. Perhaps Greg should be the first to feel the Talisman's power. But no, he I should save for later perhaps.
One of the men lifting iron at the weight racks, handsome, blonde and at least 220 lbs of muscle was looking me up and down from across the room. I could see the gym logo on the back of his tight shirt in the wall mirrors but I didn't recognise him. He must be new, I mused. I had hoped that one of those guys who love to make smaller guys suck them off would be here today and it looks like I found one.
"Hey thanks Greg, I think I found my something else, I'll see you later" I said, walking over my obviously unsuspecting prey.
"Be careful Danny, you wouldn't want him to break anything" said Greg and burst out into more guffaws. I balled my fist but kept walking.
I got a closer look at the guy who was looking at me from across the room. He had blue eyes and looked to be about 6' 3" tall. His shoulders were broad and rounded out with muscle, and his pecs pushed out from beneath his tight, white Underarmour shirt and his quads stretched his sweatpants. He had a broad face with a strong, square chin, his muscles were only vaguely vascular with a pump, I suspected his muscles were mostly smooth when they were not.
"Hey there little man, my name is Matt" said the muscle man in a deep, rich voice and with a southern drawl. He bounced his pecs a little and gave the arm closest to me a little flex. I watched the display as his bulk shifted his overly tight clothing.
"Why don't you wait for me to finish up my workout and you can get to know me a bit better?" His thick log of an erection was showing through his pants, topped on the two hemisphereical bumps of his balls. Man this guy just loved showing off his body, it would be oh so sweet to take his pride away from him.
"Sure man, I'm Danny. I'll be waiting." I said, with a wicked grin on my face. Matt returned the look with a dazzling smile of his own, mistaking the fierce look for something with more good intentions than what truly lay in my heart.
I walked across the gym floor, seeing my small, scrawny reflection in the mirror as the men plugged away at their workouts. I pushed the big blue door of the locker room open and sat myself down on the slatted wooden benches and waited. Matt obviously must have been very horny or nearly done his workout because it wasn't a long wait in the locker room before he came in, breathing hard and looking horny as hell. We kissed with passion and I had to wrap my arms around his neck to keep the embrace. I could feel his strong traps, his broad shoulders and thick torso against my own. I was off the floor hanging on his neck. I could feel his erection throb with his heartbeat against my leg.
I put my hand under his shirt and began feeling up his meaty pecs, tracing the valleys and curves of the scintillating muscle. The Talisman grew hot under my shirt and faint drumming and whispering could be heard. This was it! This is what I had been waiting for. The dark power of the Talisman awoke and the obsidian oval throbbed with a cold heat. Matt groaned and stood still and erect as I began to massage and knead his muscles, from his thick arms to his powerful legs. I felt the thickness, the power of those muscles. The thick bulges of his pecs, his full triceps, everything. I wanted it, needed it, above all else. I was losing all focus exept for how horny I was becoming, how much I wanted to drain him.
"Shit, I feel kinda dizzy," he intoned, and the Talisman burned ever hotter with its otherworldly cold heat, the chanting whispers and drums were incessant and getting louder. The sound of pounding weights outside grew quieter and quieter.
"Man, I've never felt so horny before," moaned Matt. "Ngggg..." he groaned but I silenced him with a passionate kiss as I squeezed more tightly against his thick torso. I wrapped my left arm around his strong core and we held together. Then it started, the muscles under my hands began to wither under the power of the Talisman. The tight clothes Matt loved wearing were loosening as the twisted artefact exerted its unnatural power. I could feel the heat of his skin against my hands, smell his masculine scent. He was even getting shorter as he got slighter, yet his hardon was raging even more than before.
"Uhh...ahh...Dan...I feel so strange" Matt whispered. Even though I'm sure he could feel his strength being siphoned away as surely as I could feel it pouring into me, he ground his hardon and mine between us. He was horned up like he hadn't gotten off in months. His eyes were closed and he moaned quietly. I could feel his body shift against my own, the fabric of his shirt loosening draping over him more and more.
I could literally sense his masculinity passing from him to me by way of the Talisman around my neck, it was incredible! His every masculine feature was being drained right out of him. But even so I didn't want to stop and I could feel my body changing too.
"I...I feel so weak..." Matt panted as we continued to kiss and grind against one another. I continued to massage and feel the thick muscle meat that was swiftly becoming mine, while it was still his. He struggled to hold me up around his neck as he lost strength and I gained mass, I was getting heavier and heavier! I felt the force of Earth's gravity like never before.
While Matt continued to groan and shrink, my clothes started getting tighter. I was getting taller, thicker, the Talisman was pouring his masculine energies right into my frame, and it felt gooood! I could feel my clothes shift and pull and tighten as my muscles began to grow. My shirt and pants sat on me differently as my body changed beneath them. Now I was the same height as Matt, and still growing!
"Nggggg!" I groaned as my chest, meat pouring onto my frame, began to strain my shirt. I never imagined that muscles in tight clothes could feel so good. I felt my pants, shirt, everything growing from snugg to too tight and constricting, then the seams failed one by one to my steadily growing body. Shirtsleeves, then the whole tee shirt itself, followed by my jeans, tearing their sides then falling off completely. Shucked like a butterfly's chrysalis by the growing muscle beneath. My shoes, having grown so tight they felt like they were crushing my feet also gave way and burst. Soon I was left in only my briefs which were so tight and so completely failing to contain my growing package they may as well have been a thong.
Now Matt was shorter than me and had to wrap his arms around my thickening neck to hold on. I pressed him against my bulging chest, he couldn't have been more than a buck sixty now and rapidly diminishing. My cock was thickening and lengthening, I could feel it strain against the tight fabric, my balls as well were tight and constricted but I loved every second, I had never felt so BIG and so HEAVY down there before. Matt was getting lighter and lighter in my embrace, he barely looked like his former beefy self anymore. Other than the colour of his eyes and hair, his whole body had lost its size, even his face was thin now.
I could feel his shrinking chest pressing tightly against my own and as my arms and chest bulged and heaved with growth, his waning frame was being engulfed by my bulk. After what seemed like an erotic age, though I knew it could have only been a few minutes the Talisman cooled off and the whispers and drumming died away. Finally my underwear snapped and let my balls and cock flop free. I dropped Matt and he sagged to the floor, moaning, his voice much higher now. His once too tight clothes tenting his now puny body.
"Fuck yeah!" I said in my new, deeper voice and I flexed, feeling the thickness of my muscles bunch up on my every limb. Each movement was erotic in its every aspect, simply breathing in my new body is making me hopelessly horny. I could feel every breath getting sucked into my broad, deep chest. My thick rod hung out in front of me and I grasped it, it felt so big and seeing little Matt lying on the floor, robbed of all his size and muscles I was brought over the edge. Cum rocketed from my enlarged balls and slammed into the lockers, blasting them with thick cum. I just kept cumming, where was it all coming from? I thought, as I continued to unload the biggest load I'd shot in my life, thrusting my hips like never before and loving every second. Finally spent, I succumbed to gravity and groaned and fell to my knees the Talisman now nestled between my pec clevage. My dick felt fat and heavy against my quad and balls felt a bit too big and even though I just blew the largest load of my life I got horny again.
I looked over at Matt, passed out on the floor. I got to my feet and stole his over-large clothes and his shoes and put them on. They felt eroticly tight now and I let out a soft moan. Steeling myself, I took a moment to admire the bulge my new package made in my sweats. Then I walked out of the locker room and left through the front door of the gym, getting perplexed stares as to who this muscle stud was and why he was suddenly coming out of the locker room. I stepped out onto the street and the Talisman throbbed at my beefy chest, now filling out my shirt sexily. I couldn't wait to put on more muscle and I swaggered down the street, finally having the masculine body that had eluded me for so long. I wanted more and I wasn't going to rest till I was satisfied.
To be continued?