The stage lights are blaring, the show is about to start. A magical show of transformations by Madame Illusia. In the front row sits a college-age guy. He came so early this time, the tables were almost empty and he managed to take the seat right in front of Madame. He's been here several times already, always ignored, but he wants it so much. Being transformed is a once in a lifetime experience.
The show starts. One guest, another, so on and so forth. Madame calls them out of the audience, but no matter how much attention the guy in the front row tries to bring to himself, he remains ignored. Until…
“And this is another happy guest transformed!” Madame calls to her audience and receives a blaring of applause. “Now, who's going to be next? Oh, I know! The poor boy in the front row. I remember you since the last several performances. You, yes, you!”
The guy jolts off his seat and straight up climbs the stage, ignoring the side stairs.
“Eager much, are you? What's your name, boy?”
“Evan.” he declares.
“Well, Evan, what brings you here today? Wait, don't tell me. I know, you want to be bigger, stronger, but why exactly?”
“Dear Madame, I feel like I've hit a plateau. All the other guys in the team are already pinning themselves with roids, but… I don't want to.”
“And you think my magic is better than steroids?”
“Yes, Madame! It's so much better!”
“Well, I don't know.” she turns to the audience. “You, in the back, is my magic better?”
“YES!” he shouts, which results in an avalanche of ‘yes’ from all the other guests.
“Very well then, but my magic comes at a cost. Although I don't feel like it. How about… a deal? I will grant you your wish and more, if you bring me the smallest, the scrawniest, the weakest guy you can find. Oh, and he must come willingly!”
“I will do anything, Madame!” Evan replied.
“Poor choice of words, boy, but I'm a kind witch. Anywho, let's have a teeny-tiny transformation to sweeten the deal. I didn't bring you on stage for nothing, right?”
Madame Illusia snapped her fingers, and electric sparks coated Evan, his body twitching from electricity within. Then every muscle, tendon and even bone started to grow. Just a little bit, just noticeable enough, but not as much as Evan's true wish is. His body was fuller, stockier, like every muscle in his body was pumped chock-full of blood, but it wasn't blood, he just grew everywhere.
“Now, go and find me what I want, if you want to be even bigger.”
Evan jumped off the stage and squeezed through the crowd, eager to start his search.
Back home Evan decided to postpone the search. Better wait for tomorrow. Or maybe even till Monday classes to find the smallest geek in college.
In the meantime, he took off everything, but his jock and looked at his body in the mirror. Oh, yeah, he's hot. He was good looking already, just smaller than the other needle-pinning jocks, but that little push from Madame made him even hotter. Bigger biceps, bigger chest. He even grew taller! Around one more inch, bringing him to 6’5”. Slowly Evan peeled off his jock. With gentle moves he brought his cock to full mast, then measured it as well. Oh, that's bigger too. His cock is now just short of 8 inches erect, while his nuts are the size of chicken eggs. Since he's already got a boner, Evan decides to rub one out. His palm slides up and down his shaft, his fingers quickly getting sticky and wet. What? He takes a proper look and sees precum dripping out of his dick. That's new, he never had pre before, but having natural lube is so damn hot. He increases the pace, while his cock leaks even more precum over his hand.
After a good 10 minutes wank Evan came all over the mirror. Panting, he grabbed a towel and wiped his cum. He took another glance at himself. Damn, that's the first time he got himself hard like this. Fuck, man, that's so good. And he's only going to get bigger, once he brings Madame that small nerd.