Having arrived at his home, Drake put the lamp on the living room table, sat down in the sofa and tried to figure out which aspect of his body or mind he should change next. The possibilities were endless, however, and Drake couldn't seem to decide on a specific change right now. He switched on the TV, hoping that some of the crap which was usually on at this time would inspire him. After flipping channels for a while without finding anything interesting, Drake had almost decided to turn off the TV when the end of a commercial caught his attention.
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Of course. That was it. Drake picked up the lamp from the living room table and rubbed it with the front of his shirt. Once again the geenie appeared, cloaked in musty fog.
"Greetings, Master. Beldazarr is ready to fulfil your wish."
"Beldazarr, I've always wanted to know what it feels like to grow into a huge bodybuilder. I've always wanted to know what it feels like to grow so huge that your muscles burst through your clothes. So please, Beldazarr, make me grow more and more muscular until I burst out of all the clothes I am wearing now. Make my muscles grow until I am completely naked because all of the clothes I'm wearing have been ripped to pieces."
"It is done."
With these words, the geenie disappeared again. Drake put down the lamp and got up from the sofa. He stood in the middle of the living room and looked down on himself. Nothing seemed to be happening, and for a moment Drake wondered whether for some reason or other the geenie's spell wasn't working this time, when he suddenly noticed a strange feeling. A tingling sensation crept over his body, and he suddenly felt a surge of energy wash over him. Drake moaned in ecstasy as he saw that the outline of his pecs was starting to show through the fabric of his shirt. He touched his stomach with his hands and noticed that the former flabbiness had been replaced by a firm, as of now only faintly defined six-pack of abs, which was becoming more and more pronounced by the second.
Drake touched himself all over, standing in the middle of his living room, and enjoying the feeling of increasing strength and size which the growth of his muscles gave him. He flexed his right arm and could see his biceps bulging higher than it ever had before. He flexed his arm again and was delighted to see an even bigger bulge now.
Drake's growing thighs were starting to push against each other, and he quickly adjusted his stance to give them enough room for their growth. He watched in amazement how his jeans became filled up with muscle, stretched more and more tight against over his inflating quads. Drake flexed his arms again, unable to resist the temptation of seeing his biceps rise steadily higher, of seeing the muscle pump up, feeling it increase in size. His t-shirt was becoming very tight now, being filled up not only by the increasing mass of his ballooning pecs, but also struggling with the growing mounds of muscle on his shoulders, with pound after pound of muscle which was being pushed into his back, and with his flaring lats, which were spreading like glorious muscular wings.
Drake kept moaning and feeling the size of his muscles with his hands, running over his by now clearly defined and rock hard eight-pack. His pecs were starting to push against each other, the crease between the two bulging slabs of muscle deepening with each added pound of muscle, with each surge of energy and strength.
Drake realized that his pants were becoming painfully tight now, the striations on his quads clearly visible through his jeans. He cried out in pleasure as the ballooning muscles ripped through the fabric, tearing his pants apart at the seams and revealing a pair of legs like tree trunks, pulsing and bulging with muscles. He was still wearing his shirt and his underpants, though, so the growth would not stop for some time to come.