Marco looked at the book, wondering what his next course of action was. Shrink his dick to less than an inch, and increase francisco's to over 2 feet, like he had promised? He could even have more fun... he could make Francisco even fatter so he couldn't move, then Marco could leave with the book for some fun. He let his mind slip, and the book fell to the floor. He bent down and picked it up, seeing it was open to a new page of "self" spells. His eyebrow cocked when he saw the title. "Muscle growth"
He walked to the living room mirror and looked over his body... a nice, lean frame, obviously in shape... but what would it be like to be a bodybuilder. He looked down at the chant and instantly decided to try it out.
"Thick, harder, larger still.
Up with muscle, your body will fill.
Muscles larger than you've ever known
Your body shall become, overgrown."
Then, Marco began to tingle, knowing from his last change that this signalled the beginning of the transformation. His already good chest began to puff out, the skin straining a bit as the defined muscles grew beneath it. His abs began to become even more visible, as well as larger. He felt an odd sensation as his lats touched his swelling triceps. He looked at the muscleman in the mirror before him... He looked like an amateur bodybuilder. He struck a pose, and began to get hard, looking at the man growing before him. He was having the time of his life, watching as what would be years of hard work, and maybe steroid abuse piled into him.
His burgeoning muscles were running into one another. His quads, about as thick as his waist... well, his old waist since he now had a muscle gut, were pefect. His adductor muscles touched almost all the way to his knee. As he turned, his muscle butt knocked a vase from the table behind him. "WHAT WAS THAT?" Francisco shouted from the bedroom. "Nothing! Sorry!" Marco shouted back. When his gaze returned to the mirror, he was shocked by how much he had grown. His trap muscles were touching his jaw! His neck was just a few centimeters from his chin, it was so muscular. He felt an odd sensation as his large pecs folded his nipples underneath them as they grew. It was getting a bit hard to move now... he was guessing he was 450 or more. "Stop." he said, quietly. And it did. Marco surveyed his huge body. He better keep his promise to Francisco too.... he picked the book up and found the spell to shrink his cock. He chanted it aloud, then watched his 25 inch erection shrink, inch by inch, keeping perfect proportion. It tingled as it shrank.
20 inches, 19 inches, 18, 17, 16, 15. He was still huge, but it looked so small compared to it's enormous size just moments ago.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. "Stop." he said, catching it at just a half inch. He picked the book up and lumbered up the stairs. His whole body strained with each step. He walked into the bedroom, and it finally overtook him. He was having way too much fun with the book... Francisco looked up at him. "Wow! You're massive! I like the muscle look on you... and you shrank it? That wasn't necessary..." and then he was cut off by marco, chanting again.
"Make him larger,
Make him round.
Increase his weight
pound on pound.
Chant this chant, and just like that
francisco will gain pounds of fat."
"What are you doing, Marco?" Francisco said as he began to swell again. He attempted to pull himself up, but his fat body was too large, and he was growing again! "Stop this marco!" he shouted. "Not right now, Francisco... I want to play with this book a while, and I can't have you leaving here just yet." Marco came over and rubbed the enormous gut as it grew, then playfully jiggled it. "I promise, I'll be back later." Marco got up from the creaking bed and searched francisco's drawers. Pulling out a pair of briefs, a large white shirt, and a pair of shorts, and pulling them all on, none of them fit him as they should. His muscular ass poked out of the top of the waistband, his 2 lower sets of abs were completely visible... the only part that wasn't skin tight was the crotch. "I'll fix that in a while..." Marco thought.
"Where are you going?" Francisco asked as his fat began to spill off the bed. Marco shrugged "Nowhere far.... I'll try and be back before the boys show up, and I'll turn you back." Which reminded him to say "Stop!" Francisco stopped growing. "Marco, you need to come back with that book. I can't live like this! I must be close to 2000 pounds!" Marco nodded, and promised to come back, and then, left.