Actually... I was wondering. Could you make me fat, like Francisco was when I found him?" Brad blushed. "I've been wondering how that must feel." Francisco and Marco looked down to see that Brad's enormous cock was pushing out from the fabric of his pants.
Francisco looked over at his beefy boyfriend. "What do you think?" he asked. Marco shrugged his huge shoulders. "Well, it was fun being fat. But we couldn't possibly leave him here if we swell him up 2000 pounds. Maybe just for a little while, then we'll change him back."
"Perfect!" Brad said enthusiastically. "Can you guys do me another favor.... I'd like it if you would both be really beefy, with big guts and huge cocks." Marco and Francisco looked at each other, then at Brad. "I know you two are together, but... come on, you must be a little interested?"
Francisco and Marco started to talk to each other, backs facing Brad. They discussed something, and Francisco turned around. He was clutching the book, he cleared his throat.
"All you now are in a rut.
All shall pile weight on,
for all those present will grow big guts."
With that, the three of them shuddered. The already massive marco bulked up further. Pounds filtered into a round ball belly on his midsection that inflated like a baloon. The lean francisco was bulking up as well, his gut was rivaling Marco now. In fact, it was a little bigger. Brad was making the most progress, his gut swelled larger and larger, his legs kind of buckled a bit while he steadied it by cradling his arms below it. The inflation of their guts soon stopped. Marco's must have been 75 pounds. Francisco was pushing 90 pounds of gut, and Brad was way over 100, but he was going to be even bigger soon.
Francisco read another chant.
"Muscles pulse and grow in mass.
Giant pecs and inflated ass.
Growing muscles are this story.
massive muscles in all their glory."
Francisco's lean muscles began to grow, his body thickened and grew more defined, so he shed his clothes, not wanting to ruin them. He looked like a bodybuilder who swallowed two or three watermelons. Soon, he was a hulking 520 pounds, just like Marco. He chanted off another spell.
"hanging lower,
growing thick.
Chant this now,
for a massive dick."
With that, Francisco's tiny dick started to swell, inching larger and larger. Draping down, first it passed by his sac, then trailed halfway down his thigh, then to his knee. Soon, halfway down his calf... it was still soft, but it was thick as a pop bottle. He whipped out the book one more time and looked at Brad. He cleared his throat and read aloud.
"Make him larger,
Make him round.
Increase his weight
pound on pound.
Chant this chant, and just like that
Brad will gain pounds of fat."
Brad shivered a bit, then his big gut began to droop further. Then his muscles began to soften. His pecs smoothed over and started to grow flabby, and his thighs touched. He moved his hands over his gut and his growing chest. "Wow, this fat... it's so soft. I've never felt a body like this before." he said.
Marco chuckled. "Well, you're going to feel a lot more of it soon Brad. You're going to be pushing 2000 soon in a few minutes."