Coal puts the tome down and slids back from it, leaving a slimmy trail of cum. Swet continues to bead on his body as he can feal the room growing in temperature.
"Oh my god, the words..they arn't english, how stupid could I be..." Before Coal could finish his thought, he gripped his stomach in agony. Clutching tightly to his gut through his sweaty T-shirt, he could feel the muscles ripple beneath him. Ridges formed and expanded and hardened. He lifted his shirt to confirm what he was feeling and saw a perfect rock hard 6pack staring back at him.
Before he could concieve another idea, he felt the pain shoot into his chest. He fell back to the ground as if hit by force and began to wrythe around in a pool of swet and cum. He could feel his chest swell, ballooning outword. His plump pec muscles expanding rapidly stetching his already sensitive nipples larger untill the sensation of them rubbing against his shirt sent orgasmic waves of pleasure through his body.
His back thickened, his shoulders widened and his neck became taught with muscle. He could sense the lushious flesh of his shoulders bulge as he rolled onto his side. His chest bulging out obscenely as the two bulbous muscles pressed into one another.
His arms followed suit, each muscle vying for dominance, his triceps swelling to the size of small hams and his bi's growing round and hard like baseballs.
He was pondering how his now overstretched T-shirt was holding together when he felt the sensation hit his legs. His thighs began to bevel outward, curving massivly. His hamstrings filled up like they had a waterhose attached, thier bloated muscles overflowing into Coals ass, which was also engorging with flesh. He could here his pants stretch and creak under the expanding musculature.
As quickly as it started, it came to an end. Coal lay a moment on the the warm stone superhested by his body thinking. He then propped himself up and made his way lathargicly twords an old dusty full length mirror also in the basement.
"Holy Shit. That...that can't be...me?!" He said as he saw his reflection. Coal had always been slender, but now he was swollen from head to toe. He didn't seem to change in height, still standing at about 5'9 but he gauged he wieghed in at about 180 or 190 of thick bulbous beef.
Flexing a bicep he heard a rip in his shirt as the fabric tore a little. He reached forward and wiped more of the dust away to get a better look at his body and was shocked by his face in the mirror. His hair had increased in length, longer than his shoulders now and his once boyish face was the epitome of masuclinity. His brow deep and strong, his nose wide and thick. His lips had grown full and firm but silky smooth and reminded Coal more of a cunt than a mouth.
"Xan...I gotta find Xan!" Coal turned and grabbed the tome from the cold floor and raced upstairs back to his room. But what Coal didn't realize, is that the story hadn't finished yet...