Brent grinned at me over his massive pecs.
"Oh, yeah, now this feels good."
He bounced his pecs, which his part of his face when tensed. The power in each one could knock me out hit by
it. A pec punch out...
Then there was that fat cock pressed hard and erect against his abdominal wall. I was a glutton just wanting
to fill myself with his spunk.
"Lets test this muscle out, little guy," Brent boomed.
He grabbed me by the belt with a hand and quickly pulled me up into the air. After a few quick curls he
dropped me back down.
"Not enough for these fucking pythons...perhaps I should curl a car or some shit". He struck a most muscular
pose that would stop bullets. I was so stunned by the shear sight of muscle that I hadn't realise that I had
taken the wand out of my pocket.
"Ah, so, that is how you are doing this?"
His long, thick arms whipped out to grab the wand. It took me a few seconds to realise what he just did. I
looked up at him, grinning over the wand.
"You...can't use it! You, er, don't know the magic words!" I lied. The last thing I wanted was for someone
else to take control of this, especially someone like Brent. My words were useless though. The wand merely
acted on the wishes of the holder and the current holder was starting to grow again. This time he wasn't
putting on massive layers of muscle. Sure, that pec shelf was forcing its way out further. And those arms
probably could bench a car now. His legs were a column of muscle thicker then my torso of skin and bone.
However mostly it was this feeling of power - he wasn't just growing in size but mostly growing in strength.
He looked invulnerable, like he really could stop bullets.
Suddenly he thrust out his arm, effortlessly smashing a hole in a locker and the wall beyond. The force of the
punch created a hole many times larger then his fist. The debris flew at least a hundred metres.
"And that wasn't with any force. Yeah, this will do for now."