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My breath caught in my throat and my jaw shot open as I sucked a whooping gasp, my fists clenching and my shoulders tensing up, my abs knotted up and my hips thrusted forward like I was yanked by lasso.

The moment the words left my mouth, I was instantly, fully, throbbingly rock hard. My dick was pulling like an iron rod towards him, making my sweats tent in a way I didn’t know the fabric was capable of handling. In my dizzy, star-spangled vision, I could see the same was true for Yellow. He was similarly tensed and flexed, but smiling widely and dumbly with droopy orgasmic eyes and seemed to be experiencing it much more relaxed way than I was.

He panted quietly, “Don’t worry, dude, it’s just the connection being made, you’re gonna love th—HOOOOOO!!”

It must have hit him the same moment it hit me—it felt like a massive, pillowy, slobbering set of lips smooched down onto my mushroom head, tightly forced itself down the length of my shaft, and began thirstily sucking me off! I continued with my shuddering gasps as he gritted his teeth and hissed with his eyes pinched shut, shushing me as he did, so as to… what? Not alert the pigs making calls and typing up reports? I felt like I was going zero to ten in seconds, on the very verge of busting!

Then as I was gonna bust, the wildest sensation imaginable hit me. It felt like thick, oozing, orgasmic energy like mound after mound of warm, lubricated meat was being sucked directly out of my shaft. I looked down at the throbbing tent in my sweats to get an eye of what was happening, but I would only see my mushroom head flaring over and over again, catching an eye of Yellow’s doing the same through the fabric of his pants.

As the energy shot out of my shaft towards him, I could feel what could only be described as levitating. It felt like my body was becoming lighter and lighter and lighter, with pulse after orgasmic pulse. I rolled my eyes back with lustful, dumb laughter, feeling like I could float away. With each pulse, I could feel my clothes breathing gusts of air out around my neck, arms, waist, and feet as they settled loosely on my smaller frame. As I felt my height shrink considerably, I looked down with a dumb giggle as I watched my cock throb, then thin, throb, then shorten, throb, throb, throb, then—

I pinched my eyes shut and yelped involuntarily as finally came. And came. Shit, and came some more! I swear to god I’d never had an orgasm last as long as it did. Plus, judging by the warm soupy feeling in my boxer briefs, I shot more than I think I ever had!

Then—and at this point I knew I had to be going insane—because then? Yellow was… changing.

He kept his breaths heavy but his volume low as I watched his entire body pulse, and pulse. With each consecutive pulse, his stature stretched taller, his frame stretch wider, and—

“Hhuurrrrrnnnnngg…” he arched his back with a gurgling, euphoric growl, clearly also involuntary, since he’d been such a nag about our volume, as he continued to pulse like a giant heart, only this time his muscles appeared to be joining in on the action. They swelled thicker and broader under his increasingly tightening clothes, the ones that were seconds ago basically hanging on him like a tent, making them audibly stretch and become deliciously tighter. I heard the leather of his boots creak and I watched as they appeared to inflate from within as his thighs and claves rounded with size. He gurgled again as his torso, chest, and abs widened and grew and his throat thickened, making each button down his henley pop, pop… pop pop pop down to reveal his chiseled cleavage.

He seemed to hurry now, his breath quickening, as he rushed his bound hands down to his buckle. As he did, his job was made more difficult by his expanding, bulging arms, each snaking with angry chords of veiny muscle, as he frantically undid his belt. He threw his too-tight zipper down, quickly dug in, and liberated his throbbing boyfriend cock. Ah, so he clearly knew what was coming—the sexy fucker could’ve at least warned me.

“MMMPFF, MMPF, MMMNuuhh…” he lightly moaned behind tight lips as I watched his dick bloom outwards and upwards, encouraged by his bucking hips, lifting higher and thicker into the air like a flower searching for sun, until he—! He gasped in a quick breath as he leaned over, making his bench groan under his new weight, as he erupted thick squirting volleys of cum onto the floor adjacent to us.

Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat… Splat. I watched each load shoot out of him in disbelief. Both obviously at the quantity and also what had just been shared—or exchanged—between us in… Well shit, now that the haze from my orgasm was clearing, it couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds since those last words left my lips to now! Now we were both left in a panting fog, the room saturated with our stink, as he finally started to tuck away his fresh donkey dick.

He glanced over at the splatters on the floor he’d made, “Sorry about that,” he muttered, struggling to zip up his pants. “Didn’t want to… y’know, soak my shorts.” He nodded at my sweats—not overtly soaked themselves but threatening to start showing signs, if my overflowing briefs were any indication—and laughed a bit, wincing as he slowly forced his zipper up, doubtlessly strangling his now-sizable package.

I huffed out a laugh along with him, “What—..” I swallowed dryly, hearing the cracks in my voice. “What did you d—?”

“No time, we gotta bounce,” he grinned with a rich, cocky baritone.

He stood up. And up, and up, towering over his former stature. Yellow’s face pinched with effort as I watched his arms flex angrily.

“RRRNNnngg,” Yellow grunted with an animalistic huff. I swear I could hear his guns tightening like rope! With a sharp “NTCCHuuuh…” and an accompanying defeated *SNIP!* the industrial strength zip tie broke like it was made of cheap plastic. He looked down at where it’d landed and glanced back up at me with another cocky grin.

“Well shit,” I remarked with a chuckle, panting out the last of my exhaustion from my sudden transformation. He popped his firm pecs with that cocky grin as he kneeled towards me.

He sniffed as he leaned in, “Woof! You really made a mess didn’t you?” He grinned up at me, slipping a finger then two under my zip ties. I must’ve blushed a little at the comment, because he chuckled back up at me, “No sweat Red,” He tilted his head back to the creamy puddle on the floor. We both huffed a laugh.

My “cuffs” had loosened from the transformation quite a bit. Still not enough to slip out of, but enough for him to slip two of his thick fingers through. He grunted again and pulled until mine snapped too. He tossed mine to the floor with his and held out a hand to help me up from the bench. I accepted and he lifted me up, making me bounce on me feet a little once

I felt… Hell, I looked pretty sick actually! Had a little bit of the look I remember when I was going straight into undergrad! Minus the nubbier but wickedly more sensitive hog I was now sporting. Used to get laid constantly back then, at least way more than now. But now with gig jobs, keeping a steady gym schedule, taking care of my siblings for my deadbeat folks… Who’s got the time? But… fuck! Yellow had really worked his magic… on both of us!

“You just gonna stare?” He snapped me out of it, “Or should we get out of here?”

“Y-you lead, I guess,” holding up my sweats and briefs (being sure to clutch the briefs tightly so none of my spunk dribbled out, couldn’t handle more embarrassment) the with one hand.

He approached the door to our holding room, grateful that it was some cheap office door with a shitty lock, and quickly but forcefully pushed outwards with his boulder-like shoulders. He and I both huffed out a satisfied laugh as it gave with little of his effort, uttering only a small *crack* as the lock gave up its measly effort inside and swung open.

We hurried it to the end of the long corridor of other holding rooms until it T-intersected with another hallway, and we looked both ways. On one end of the connecting hallway, we could hear the click-clacking of keyboards, the cacophony of calls coming through too-old landlines, and the hubbub of the chatter coming from the station’s staff. On the other end, a fire exit door, with the trademark red illuminated EXIT sign over it with the machinery connected to the door that would set off the alarm once the door was opened.

He leaned in to whisper to me, “We’re gonna have to split up once that alarm goes off. You know Francisco’s?”

“The diner?” I replied back. Good old Francisco’s Diner, always there late at night when you need a ton of carbs after a night of binging. “Waaay too well, yeah I know it.”

“Let’s meet up there. 7 o’clock? Gives you about an hour to get more, uh, decent?” He chuckled back at me.

“Fuck you,” I laughed back, “Ain’t my fault I need to clean up.”

“HEY! What the hell you think you’re doing?!”

We both looked down the other end of the hall, where some fatass pig was moving towards us. Both of our hearts jumped.

“Remember, 7 o’clock, Francisco’s!” Yellow grabbed onto me and shoved me in the direction of the door. I stumbled forwards, making my way to the fire exit, looking back behind me to see Yellow give the pig a linebacker’s shove, forcing him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him, then turning to sprint the way I was going.

I pushed out of the fire exit door, momentarily blinded by the afternoon light and deafened by the accompanying ring of the alarm and bolting to the right, out of the parking lot. I only looked back once to see Yellow sprinting out of the building too, laughing out loud as he ran away from the three cops uselessly chasing after him, tripping over themselves. Thankfully with all of their attention on him, the last thing I saw before I turned the corner was him effortlessly hopping the stone fence on the other side of the parking lot.

I continued running—gliding honestly, the lighter size feeling totally abnormal but thrilling—block after block after block, until I made it to the courtyard of my building. What spunk hadn’t dried against my crotch had spilled out of my briefs and down the leg of my sweats creating a sticky, cool sensation. I checked the time on the ornate courtyard clock. 5:45. Still plenty of time to get cleaned up!

Cleaned up, plus a little exploration. Damn, I felt the same way looked: svelte and sexy as hell. My nubby cock was already greedily throbbing before I unlocked my apartment door.

———

The bell hanging above the door of Francisco’s Diner jingled as I walked in (a fashionable 20 minutes late—what the hell, I got, uhh, distracted). Of the things that would’ve fit me in my closet, I settled on a skate brand tank top I hadn’t worn since college and a pair of gym shorts, drawstring tied extra tight. All of it still hung off me, I must’ve looked emaciated.

“Ay, Red!” Yellow waved over at me from one of the booths along the window. He sported an undershirt and vest along with his own pair of gym shorts, except all of his looked way too tight, compared to my way too loose apparel. What a pair we made!

I slid into the booth, grinning and sighing, “Sorry I’m late, I—”

“Had to give it all a test run, huh?” He chuckled into his coffee mug. I shrugged with a grin. “Don’t sweat it! Meee too, man, me too. I only got here like 5 minutes ago.”

“That was crazy how you got us out of there, man. Any trouble?”

“None! Actually, once I was over the fence around the parking lot, they’d basically given up. You?”

“Not at all. Thankfully all of their attention was on you!”

“Not surprised! Can you imagine what a prize it would be for them if they caught all this? I’m lookin’ like fuckin Superman now.”

He punctuated his cocky brag with a tight flex of his guns, bursting with both his and my combined strength.

“Gotta say,” I shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee he’d ordered me. “Looks fucking good on you, dude.”

“Hey, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow with a grin, bouncing his pecs at me. “You’re looking pretty good yourself there, Red.”

We sat for a few moments sipping our mugs, the obvious horny mist between us simmering and the unspoken recognition of each of our hard-ons adding to our admiration of one another’s bodies. I had to admit, Yellow had one me over. Whether it was because of his charm, his solidarity, his magic, or his bod, the short time we’d come to know each other had caused some kind of spark to ignite.

At the moment I was going to quietly ask that we go somewhere more private, he piped up, stretching and arms and back behind him against the booth.

“Well, a promise is a promise. You ready to get your size back?”

I smiled, “That would be great... Wait, here??” I remembered the mess we made at the station. Surely a mom and pop diner like Francisco’s wouldn’t appreciate a display like that in their establishment.

“I think the bathroom might be a better option. After you,” he gestured his arm out of the booth.

I sauntered over to the bathroom located behind the counter of Francisco’s open kitchen, looking back to see if Yellow was following. He’d left a $10 on the table for our coffees plus a generous tip for the staff and was already close behind me. I opened the door to the single use bathroom, while he held the door, slapping my ass inside as we both chuckled.

I heard him click the lock of the door as I turned around, “So how are we gonna d—”

Yellow had me pinned against the sink before I could finish my question, his hard body pressed against me as his lips and tongue danced against mine, pausing only to shuck his vest off with his undershirt, as I lost my tank top. We grinded our bodies together, feeling our hard tools poking into each other’s hips as we made quick work of liberating them from our shorts. Once we were both completely of our clothes, we resumed our intense make out, each of our hands ravenously feeling up the others, gripping firm mounds of muscle here, sliding fingers down cascading backs there…

“I should thank you properly for helping us both out,” Yellow panted.

He forced me down onto the toilet seat by my shoulders, then slid his hands down my torso, then gingerly tugged at my raging nubby boner. I could see that his was a throbbing, eager railroad spike as he knelt down in front of me and leaned in to swirl his tongue around my mushroom head.

“Fucking hell, Yellow, where you been all my life?” I panted with an exhilarated gasp, running my hands through his stiff dirty blonde hair, feeling his head bob up and down on me.

He released me with a sucking *pop* and grinned up at me, “I’m Doug, by the way. Douglas, but call me Doug.” He continued his greedy assault on my cock while I gasped a few more orgasmic breaths.

“C-Curtis. I’m Curtis,” we both laughed, having only just exchanged names while his mouth was around my dick. His deep laughter reverberated splendidly inside of his mouth against my leaking glans, stuffing his mouth with my pre, without a doubt.

Releasing me once more, he looked up at me. “Hey?”

“Yeah what’s up?”

“You can have your 50 pounds back, Curtis,” he grinned then quickly buried his face back into my crotch.

It happened just as quickly and just as intensely as it did the first time. I felt the same electrifying jolt of energy shoot through me, making me groan and arch my back as I felt waves of pleasure crash into me. Now fully nude, I could see the transformation affect both of us with delicious clarity. I watched my perspective grow taller and taller, seeing and feeling my legs, arms, and torso stretch back to their normal size. “Fuuuuck yeeeeaaah,” I couldn’t help but moan as I watched my arms, legs, thighs, pecs, feet, hands, abs, fucking everywhere, throb and swell with dull, increasing pressure, flexing everything as my size returned to me. Then, feeling my balls pulse and sag, I dropped my hands to his head, gripping fistfuls of his hair, as I animalistically bucked into his mouth, feeling my meat throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, deeper and deeper and deeper into Doug’s throat. He gripped my rounded, swelling ass as I gripped his head, finally feeling the dam burst as I flooded his guts with another massive serving of my seed, only causing him to gag just a few times, but still swallowing it all like a champ.

Both of us gasping with exhaustion, he stood up, his cock appearing to do some king of hiccuping motion as it shrank back. He was still shrinking in intermittent spurts, his arms deflating back to their respectable size, his pecs receding back to their typically sized mounds, his arms and legs dwindling back to their normality as he shook them out. His stature had diminished back to his short king height, and I could tell my the quickening of his cock’s hiccuping motions that the last part was coming. I reached out with both hands to tug his shrinking tool and massage his balls, hearing him whine/moan as his hips bucked with my motions. Very soon after, he erupted several copious volleys at me, splattering against my arms, my pecs, and my upper chest.

He collapsed onto me with exhaustion, his thick thighs and massive ass resting on top of my thighs, both of us panting in the orgasmic fog we’d created as he leaned his smaller self against my larger. His seed squished between our heaving, panting chests as he and I wrapped arms around each other to make out again.

Doug was unlike anyone I’d ever been with… Shit, by a long shot. And it’s crazy how much, though unspoken, he and I were both into this whole size play thing. Hell, I could spend way more time yo-yo’ing with him, seeing how big we could really make him. Creating a gym schedule with him so we could both add more mass to ourselves and go even crazier with this gift of his. Tricking assholes to loan him some of their size so he could turnaround and dump it all into me.

It was a day like any other, yet Steven could feel something incredible was going to happen.

There wasn't a true reason for it. As far as he knew, magic wasn't real, luck was unpredictable, and he hadn't done anything recently that merited a cosmic reward of any sort. Still, his step remained jaunty as he wandered around that morning. Hope as alive as it could be that something good would happen that day.

That's when he saw him.

It was a man. Tall, broad shouldered, handsome beyond measure. Curly hair combed back on a gentlemanly flow. Intense eyes. A smile, too knowing, at once cheeky and inviting. He was wearing an impeccable suit, and there was a je ne sais quoi to him that made Steven unable to look away. Like a fly trapped by a Venus flower, or a moth seduced by a murderous light.

Somehow, danger wasn't as important as the effects of his allure.

"Well, hello," the handsome stranger said. "How do you do? Such a sight is rare to find this early during the day."

Steven felt his cheeks go warm. Smiling despite his will. The man's eyes were captivating. Magnetic, in an almost literal sense. Was it even possible to look away, if he wanted it?

"I'm doing wonderfully, specially now," Steven replied, voice soft. "I'm Steven."

The stranger chuckled. Getting closer. It wasn't an invasion, merely a conquest. An easy one. An unresistant one. Welcomed, even.

"I'm Mr. Hexum. You may call me John, however. Not everyone gets to," Mr. Hexum said, his smile turning sultry. "It seems fate wanted us to reunite, Steven. Fate can align things despite how much one plays with it. Would you agree to cup of tea? I assure you it can be life changing."

Steven was already nodding before Mr. Hexum finished speaking. Like his brain had simply gone on vacation, leaving Steven's cock to do all decision making. A terrible state to logically be in, but one that was so pleasurable, it didn't matter at all how moronic it was.

Thusly, Steven couldn't help but be surprised when he realized he wasn't on the street anymore, but on old fashioned room. A fancy tea room, to be precise. It was a palatial space, the walls a soft warm pink. Relaxing yet heartwarming. The paneling on them was exquisite. On the side opposite from the door where Steven and Mr. Hexum were now standing, a painting hanged. It could have easily be something painted by Bouguereau or Cabanel, if it wasn't for the subject matter: Multiple beautiful naked men taking a bath next to an idyllic waterfall, while organized in graceful classical poses. Although all the men, unlike most art of this style, seemed to come from everywhere in the world. Steven even saw one who, like him, could have been recognized as native.

The furniture of the room also looked expensive and elegant. Something that you'd pay for a lifetime, were you to break it.

Mr. Hexum offered a chair to Steven, and the young man simply sat without thinking much about it. Mr. Hexum sat on the opposite side of the small table. His presence seemed to fill the room, without being overwhelming in the slightest.

With a snap of his fingers, the table was full. A white kettle with pink flowers letting steam out, and tea cups of the same set already on the correct place. Pink pastries, all delicate, all with wonderful soft scents, being offered in beautiful plates.

"Well, don't be shy. I assure you everything is delicious, my friend," Mr. Hexum said, as he served the tea. "There's plenty for us to discuss, and conversations are always better when our stomachs are full."

"Is there that much for us to talk about?" Steven asked, instinctively. Then he frowned, as he finally caught on that things weren't making any sense. "Wait! How did I get here so quickly? And how did you make everything appear so fast? The table was empty but a moment ago!"

Mr. Hexum chuckled. Even his laugh was distractingly gorgeous.

"Oh, that's very simple," Mr. Hexum replied. "I'm a Hexer, Steven. A wizard, a warlock, a sorcerer. The term isn't relevant, truthfully. What matters, is that I can use magic as I desire. And I'm specifically known for using it to help people, especially men, to make their wishes come true… Mostly. I do get to have my fun too. Especially since not everyone knows what they truly desire."

Steven wanted to just laugh. But Mr. Hexum obvious confidence and sincerity didn't make it easy to pretend nothing extraordinary had happened. Perhaps this was why he felt something good would happen today? Because somehow he knew Mr. Hexum would appear on his life? Steven had never believed magic was truly a thing, but he had hoped it was. Still logic and science demanded…

The young man stayed quiet, even within the realms of his own mind. He was more open than many to this sort of stuff, even though he didn't believe it possible. He had already seen proof, more than he had ever expected or hoped to see, but maybe… Just to have a simple confirmation…

"I can indeed prove you how magical I am," Mr. Hexum said, while a tea spoon on its own was putting sugar on Mr. Hexum's cup. The man's hands rested on the arms of his chair. "I can change you into what your heart most desires, whatever that may be."

"You can?" Steven asked. "Wait, I didn't even say… Did you read my mind?" Mr. Hexum nodded with an amused grin. "Damn. Okay, sure. So I guess you should know what I'd want then."

"Indeed, I do," Mr. Hexum replied. "Despite being a beautiful man, you're not satisfied with your looks. Not entirely. Which is not a problem, most people want to improve or change at least one thing."

Mr. Hexum stood up, walking until he was behind Steven. His hands, big and warm, slid down Steven's arms like a caress. His face almost touching Steven's cheek. Steven could feel the heat coming from his skin, the warmth from his breath.

"But what to change? You love being Native American, so that can't go. Your long dark hair is shiny and healthy. It can't be improved, really. Gorgeous tan skin, soft as velvet. Hmm… Indeed, most would envy you, Steven. Yet, you want more…"

The erection in Steven's pants was almost painful. The way Mr. Hexum's voice made him shudder in delight should be worrying. Scary, even.

"What you want, is to grow," Mr. Hexum continued. Voice lower, a husky whisper. "To take your lean elegant muscles beyond their current limit. To enlarge them with a might that seems so foreign to your current graceful shape. Indeed, that's what you want the most. That's the only change I could make that…"

A pause. Mr. Hexum smiled. Steven caught a mischievous expression on Mr. Hexum's face. It was so brief, Steven wasn't sure if he had imagined it.

The Hexer turned Steven's chair around, and leaned down. Almost close enough to kiss him. Steven breath went still for a moment, his eyes widened. Cheeks so hot Steven was afraid to pass out. However, he was unable to look away.

"I'll change you. But, would you make me a small favor in return?" Mr. Hexum asked, leaning down further to whisper in Steven's ear, before returning to his former position.

"It depends… What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing much. I'm sure you'll like it yourself," Mr. Hexum replied. "Maybe, if you're up to it, once your muscles finish growing… You may consider returning here, to me, so we could… Say, enjoy your new muscles together?"

Steven gulped. And after less than a single second of consideration, he said yes.

Mr. Hexum snapped his fingers, and everything was covered by a pink mist. Once it dissipated, Steven found himself again in a place without knowing how he got there. But this time, at least, he could recognize where he was. In front of him stood the gym that was nearest to where he lived. He hadn't entered before, as it was too expensive. Prohibitedly so.

Looking down at himself, his body seemed to look the same. But his clothes were different. A sleeveless pink compression shirt, and black shorts. He wasn't wearing any kind of underwear, however. His sneakers, like the shirt, were pink too. And more comfortable than any type of shoe he had ever worn before. His long hair was on a neat bun, that would allow him to move freely.

There was some pink powder on his forearm. A remnant from the mist?, Steven couldn't tell. He blew it away, quickly forgetting about it. Although a part of his mind couldn't help but think that the powder hadn't actually gone away... But was instead absorbed into his skin...

But that couldn't be true, right?

On his hand, Mr. Hexum had left a pink card. Something told Steven to go inside the gym, and as long as he used the card, he wouldn't have any issues.

Just how powerful is Mr. Hexum? Steven asked himself, Have I made a deal with the devil without realizing it?

After speaking with the receptionist, Steven was basically a premium member of the gym. Everything paid, for a lifetime. Steven's doubts only grew at learning that. Too good to be true.

Still, he decided to work out. He could almost hear Mr. Hexum's voice telling him to do so. He was the kind of man you never wanted to disappoint.

Steven got to a machine. A pec deck. There was a mirror in front of him. Admittedly, he looked good on the gym gear. The pink of his compression shirt had seemed to be chosen to be the perfect shade to go with his skin tone. His face looked radiant, and his dark hair gleamed thanks to the ceiling lights.

The situation may be bizarre, but no one could deny it was hot. Steven hard on was more than enough proof of it. The nice bulge his seven inches long cock made was enough to stop worrying, at the moment, and to simply enjoy working out. His bulge was incredibly obvious, due to his current lack of any kind of underwear. His fat cock pressing directly against the dark fabric of his shorts.

He began building up sweat with the first rep. His tan skin glistening as if he had oiled himself up. Had he changed at all? Steven hadn't really been paying attention to his reflection. Mr. Hexum wouldn't defraud him. The man obviously was capable of great deeds of magic that Steven had no chance to understand. Even though the Hexer was mostly an stranger, Steven had trust on his word.

So, he could only feel satisfaction as his pec exercises had shown incredible results. They were clearly more prominent. Tightly showing their shape against the pink compression shirt. Steven was delighted. But his pecs weren't the only thing which had enlarged. No, for his shoulders were clearly broader than they had been this morning. His bare arms also seemed bigger, but they didn't show as much growth as his pecs.

So whatever muscles my exercise tackles, they'll grow. Even from a singular rep.

That was enough for him.

Machine after machine he went. Focusing on all the muscles he could think of. Looks of fellow gym goers grew more frequent after Steven used a machine.

"You need to give me your pec routine, dude, they're huge!" said a man.

"Bro, look at your guns!" another guy complimented.

"Man, you clearly aren't missing leg day, how do you grow your calves this much?" a personal trainer asked with admiration.

"That's the best ass in this gym, homie!"

And so many men spoke to Steven as he continued growing. From the lean build that you'd expect of a high fashion model, he had transitioned to something more akin to a linebacker. But he hadn't stopped growing. Not until he was fully a body builder. Not until he had the body of his dreams.

Steven, always fond of pecs, returned to the the pec deck he had used at first. He had used almost every other machine at that point. So it felt only natural to return.

The reflection now was completely different. He wasn't a lithe man anymore. Although he had kept some of his leanness, which mostly made his muscles pop with greater clarity, he had gained multiple pounds of pure muscle. As broader as he was now, he felt he was as big as two of his former self. Although, without weighing himself, Steven couldn't be sure.

He flexed his arms. A smile on his face. Gorgeous. Sexy. Huge. He was a new man.

It was almost too hard not to want to grow more.

As he was about to finish the new rep, a guy approached. A fairly normal gym goer. Muscular, the kind of guy Steven would easily hook up with. He had an easy smile.

"Trying to compensate for something, eh, buddy?" The guy said, his demeaning words said in such a flirty tone, Steven didn't know if to get offended or more turned on than he already was. "You must like to be such a little guy, if you're making your muscles this big"

What the…? Steven asked himself. What could the guy mean?

Following the handsome stranger's eyes, Steven ended up looking at his own crotch. Then at the reflection in front of him. Instead of his familiar seven incher, what he found was a bulge that was quite far from his original size. It had to be four inches, at most.

Steven felt cold sweat on his back and neck as he realized he was hard. As hard as he could be. But his cock didn't look it at all. He had always been a grower, but his soft cock was about the size his new bulge suggested. If not a big bigger.

Quickly, he stopped exercising. He didn't bother to excuse himself from the flirty stranger, instead he went looking for the nearest bathroom. As soon as he found it, he locked the door behind him.

He was alone.

Still, he checked. Twice. He needed to be absolutely sure no one else was inside. Once that was done, he stood in front of the mirror, and lowered his shorts.

As he feared, his beautiful big cock had dwindled. Did it look smaller now than when he was at the pec deck? Steven couldn't be sure.

He took off the shorts. And the tight compression shirt. He left them on the counter where the sinks were. Steven's body was huge. Gorgeous herculean musculature. Yet, similar to Heracles in Greek art, his cock was a tiny thing surrounded by a powerful physique.

Steven stroke his cock. Trying to make it longer. The opposite seemed to be happening, however. In front of his own very eyes, his cock was growing shorter and shorter. Too quickly four inches felt like a generous estimate. Then the same was true for three. And even for two.

The shrinkage stopped at a single inch. A girthy, yet so very short micro penis. Steven had been frozen dead watching his cock dwindle thus, and he didn't know how to react now that the diminishing transformation had finally ceased.

This wasn't what he wanted. Sure, he had the muscles of his dreams, but he already had a cock he loved. One he hadn't agreed to give up in exchange for his new mighty form.

I need to find Mr. Hexum, Steven thought, looking at the reflection of his face on the mirror. He has to fix this.

As if his thoughts had summoned it, a pink door appeared next to Steven. The young man, startled, gave a step back. After a moment to recover, he remembered he had locked the bathroom door. Steven unlocked it, knowing someone may need to go inside eventually. He then opened the pink door, and stepped inside.

Only once the door closed behind him Steven remembered he hadn't put his clothes back on. And so, he stood in an unfamiliar room merely wearing socks and the pink sneakers. Which made him feel more naked than he would have felt being completely in the nude. A second of doubt was enough for him to lose his chance to go back, for the door disappeared into thin air before he could return for the clothes he had left on the gym's bathroom.

Ignoring the shame for the moment, except to cover his reduced cock with a single hand (two was now complete overkill), Steven decided to look at the room he had rushed into. It wasn't the tea room of earlier, although the obsession with pink and the male form seemed to be equally present. Plenty of sculptures and paintings of handsome men were decorating the space. Still, the room was full of shelves with all sorts of mechanisms and artifacts. None of which Steven knew anything about.

Steven stepped onward, determined to find Mr. Hexum. There wasn't a need to look far. In less than a minute he found the Hexer. Mr. Hexum was waiting for him, sat on a velvet high wingback chair as if it were a throne. Smiling. He was wearing a completely different suit. The one from earlier was a navy blue, while the new one was black with white stripes.

"You came sooner than I expected," Mr. Hexum said, his carefree demeanor not changing at all as he spoke. "I had hoped I'd wait for you in bed. Alas! You were either more eager than you seemed this morning, or something went wrong."

The Hexer stood up, with a grace that was surprising for his monumental figure. He walked towards Steven, going around him as if he was examining a brilliant marble sculpture.

"Growth is evidently not the problem. The nudity was not caused by me… Oh, I see it now. Would you kindly remove your hand from your crotch? If I'm correct, something went amiss there."

"Of course something went… Amiss?" Steven replied, his indignation tamed by his confusion. "I mean, my cock shrank a lot! We never said anything about you taking my cock size away!"

Mr. Hexum chuckled. On his response, Steven had removed the hand that covered his now shrunken cock, as he was gesticulating wildly with his hands. Thankfully, his dick hadn't decreased in size any further, although it did feel like it did. Mostly, because Steven's cock had gone soft, and he was still a grower, after everything.

The Hexer had leaned down to examine Steven's cock more closely. Steven, despite his fear and anger, was helpless at containing his erection. Mr. Hexum was still too handsome and enticing for Steven to remain completely unaroused.

"I must apologize. It seems I was a bit careless. You see, I only meant to give you a muscle growth little spell. Those are fairly easy, and shouldn't have any secondary effects at all. The problem was that I accidentally also gave you a hex. In a fairly minor quantity, but enough to have an effect. Which ended up leaving you with that charming tiny thing."

"A hex? Isn't that an evil spell?" Steven asked, as he covered his diminished cock again.

"Well, it certainly is the way most non magical people would understand the term. It had a fairly negative connotation from the moment it began to be used in English," Mr. Hexum replied. "But in the original German it was more neutral. Nevertheless, nowadays we use the word mostly as having an effect the hexed person has no control over. That is, something they probably won't approve of, although not necessarily. Hexes tend to be more powerful than normal spells too."

Steven simply blinked. Not saying a word.

"In your particular case, my friend," Mr. Hexum continued. "I gave you a little hex that would turn you into someone more appealing to the next person you wanted to have sex with. Or, to be precise, it was supposed to turn you into your next sexual partner's ideal man. And since that was going to be me… Well, your cock ended up being merely an inch. As I'm particularly fond of smaller dicks... Ironic I didn't do it on purpose. Most of the time I'd do something like this, but it wasn't something I intended this time."

"Well, can you fix it?" Steven asked, too worried to keep it out of his voice.

"Of course I can! But it won't be instantaneous, I'm afraid. I could find something to temporarily fix it, on one of these shelves, while I work on the proper solution."

And thus, Mr. Hexum turned away from Steven, and towards the nearest shelf. Magically, the shelf began moving to show the Hexer the different objects he had in store. He stopped, taking out a neat little pink box.

"Here's the hex you have on. Some of the powder must have gotten into you. Terribly sorry, this stuff can easily get everywhere. Next time I should make it something easier to control. Like a paste. Powder was a terrible idea, honestly."

Steven took the box from Mr. Hexum. The Hexer warned Steven to be careful with it, and then turned towards the shelf to keep looking for something that could help with Steven's situation.

As he examined the box, Steven couldn't really understand how to feel. In a way, Mr. Hexum seemed truly sincere. Maybe the Hexer hadn't shrunk Steven's cock on purpose. Yet… Could Steven really trust him? The man seemed all powerful, or close to it. And if there was something Steven knew, was that powerful men didn't have much scruples on getting their way.

Could he use the powder on Mr. Hexum? Could I give him a taste of his own medicine?

He shook his head. No, it didn't seem fair. Mr. Hexum had made a mistake. But he was clearly determined on working out a way of helping Steven. Betraying him now, for no reason or evident gain, wouldn't help any of them.

So, Steven decided to give the box back to Mr. Hexum. But as soon as he did, he tripped. The knot of his laces had come undone, and thus, Steven fell. Mr. Hexum had turned in that moment, probably having read Steven's thoughts. He was as surprised as Steven however, and didn't react with the speed he would have otherwise used.

Mr. Hexum caught Steven before he fell on the shelves, but doing so meant he completely ignored the powder box with the hex. Which, in the chaos, had fallen over Mr. Hexum's head. Covering his hair and part of his face with the pink magical powder.

Steven moved away, not knowing what this could mean for any of them.

Mr. Hexum simply sighed as the powder got absorbed by his body. It was too late to do anything about it. Still, the Hexer stopped the shelf from moving, and stood in the middle of the passage way with a resigned expression.

"Well, I don't know how much this will change me. So we should go to a safer place," Mr. Hexum said, perhaps too calm given the circumstances. "Wouldn't want to cause any more accidents."

Soon, they had left the room with the shelves. Instead, they were on a bedroom. The changes had already made themselves known. Mr. Hexum's suit had morphed into gym gear quite similar to what Steven had been wearing. But, in a way, more revealing. The shirt felt rather pointless, as it revealed most of the chest, and from the sides it was possible to see plenty of Mr. Hexum's torso. As for the shorts, they were tight and the legs were so short they almost were in line with the crotch level. Mr. Hexum's shiny Oxfords had shifted into male pink Jordans.

The bedroom was as nice as all the rooms Mr. Hexum had taken Steven into. Pink was also ever present, which had become predictable, to some extent. It was clear Mr. Hexum had something going on with the color. Whatever it was. Decoration was exquisite and refined. Something Steven expected to see on a documentary about European palaces, more than a place Steven could simply go and stand naked as if it was a normal thing to do.

At least, for once, Mr. Hexum didn't seem to fit there either. Which wss strangely reassuring.

Steven didn't really know what to do about the situation. He felt guilty, for one. Even though he had considered using the powder on Mr. Hexum, he hadn't intended to actually make his temptation into reality. His drive towards revenge had been merely a lapse of judgment.

So, instead of doing anything useful, since he couldn't really come up with anything, Steven sat on the bed, and took off his sneakers and socks. Somehow he felt less naked that way. Probably due to all the naked men decorations around him.

Something interesting was that he felt way heavier than he was used to. After all, he had gotten his big muscles so promptly, he didn't have the time to get used to their weight.

Steven was exhausted.

Although not tired enough as to not notice the changes Mr. Hexum was experiencing.

The Hexer remained mostly calm, arms crossed. Standing. His hair had gotten shorter, into a classical jock haircut. His understated elegance, that seemed so inherent to him, had diminished bit by bit. A backwards pink cap appeared over his hair, augmenting the reach of the jock look.

After his hair, his body began to change. Similar to the growth Steven had experienced earlier in the day, Mr. Hexum's muscles increased in size: broader shoulders, inflated biceps and forearms, thicker quads, and a bubblier butt. He looked like a bodybuilder, although one who still cared about the aesthetics and not merely the growth.

His height had also gone up. His legs and spine growing longer. Until Mr. Hexum was a massive guy. It was almost frightening, if he didn't look so hot. He was already big, but now...

Steven was hard from seeing the Hexer change this much. Especially as the changes didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

Mr. Hexum's tiny shorts showed the next shift with impressive clarity. His bulge, until then not truly prominent, began to make itself quite noticeable.

Not only that, but Mr. Hexum's cock was growing so big, it ended up leaving through one of the leg holes. Going down his muscular thigh. It was thick, uncut, and getting so massive it felt impractical.

The Hexer sighed, adjusting his shorts to make space for his newly enlarged genitals. He didn't seem happy about the change. The adjustment barely made a difference. His new schlong was simply too massive to be contained inside such a small piece of clothing.

"You truly love big cocks, huh?" Mr. Hexum said, both amused and in awe at how truly ridiculous the dimensions for cock size Steven had as a preference.

Steven could only nod at the Hexer's words. Mr. Hexum's cock was still growing! Soft it was already longer than a foot. Steven began salivating at the idea of how truly huge Mr. Hexum's new dick would be once he was hard.

"How much until the transformation is done?" Steven asked, barely able to keep his eyes away.

"Not much longer," Mr. Hexum said. "Most of the physical changes are done, so that leaves the… mental… ones…"

That idea was enough to silence Steven again. He hadn't expected any mental changes from the powder. That was way worse than only changing physically.

It almost made having his cock shrunk seem a relatively minor thing. Even if he was still unhappy about it.

Mr. Hexum's face was changing. It was less hypnotic, in a way. Less intelligent and suave. Broader, a manly square of an ideal jock. More angular, at once brutish and manlier.

"My head feels funny, bro" Mr. Hexum said, as his face settled into its new dumb jock shape. "It's like I'm not, uh, even myself. Crazy, right?"

Steven squeaked. That was bad. That didn't sound like Mr. Hexum at all! The voice was similarly deep and magnetic… But the vocabulary, the cadence, the diction were all wrong!

And despite his guilt and regret, he was so damn turned on.

The tiny dicklet between his legs was leaking. Completely hard even if it was merely an inch at most.

Mr. Hexum had noticed. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Yo, baby! Look at that tiny thing!" Mr. Hexum said, his eyes looking almost deranged as he stomped towards where Steven was.

With a snap of his fingers, his clothes disappeared. All except for the backwards pink cap. Leaving him naked in all his muscular glory. Steven gasped. It was the most marvelous body he had ever seen. Arguably better than Steven's new muscular self.

Mr. Hexum's enormous cock was hardening as he finally reached Steven. It was definitely more than a foot long. Thick, veiny and uncut. It had to be at least fifteen inches long! An absolute monstrosity of a cock... One Steven couldn't help but want to worship for the rest of his life.

"Damn, you're hot, bro. That's the hottest tiny dick I've seen," Mr. Hexum said. "Wanna fuck?"

Steven almost said yes without thinking. Too pleased, too horny to think this through. That cock was too big to do anything with. And… Well, even if it wasn't, Mr. Hexum was barely recognizable as the same man. It wouldn't be a good thing to do anything with him when he wasn't being himself.

Right?

"Mr. Hexum…" Steven tried to say. But Mr. Hexum put his index finger on Steven's lips. Silencing him. Smirk on his face.

"Don't call me that, dude," Mr. Hexum said. "I ain't your friend's dad. Although I can be your daddy no prob. If you wanna call me by my name, though, call me John. No, Johnny. Yeah, Johnny! We're bros, you should call me Johnny."

Mr. Hexum, or Johnny now, used the same index finger to raise Steven's face, making him look up. Johnny was so tall, especially since Steven was sitting down while the Hexer was standing.

Yet Steven had little time to appreciate the size difference, for Johnny was leaning down to kiss him. Later he would congratulate himself for at least considering at the moment to push or to stop Johnny in some way. Yet, that momentary thought didn't do much at present. Before Johnny's and Steven's mouths collided, Steven's arms already were surrounding Johnny's neck.

As they kissed Johnny held Steven up. Positioning him better on the bed. Johnny's schlong was pressed against Steven's abs. It was so huge. Steven almost came from feeling the warmth of it against his skin. It truly did feel as if Mr… As if Johnny had grown a third leg.

That won't fit inside me, will it? It's way too big!

The kiss came to an end. Both men panting. Looking at each other. Steven was flustered. Johnny resembled a brute dog who had found a partner in heat. Almost no remnant of his original composed self remained. Barely some similarity on the facial features. Worst part was that Steven couldn't bring himself to care.

Johnny went down. Licking his way with a pass of his tongue. Neck, collarbone, the massive pillowy pecs Steven now owned, then Steven's abs… Until Johnny reached what he was looking for. Steven's hard one inch rod. The look on the Hexer's eyes induced wariness and arousal in equal measure.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, bro. It's so fucking tiny. I'm so glad I gave you so much gains. It makes it looks even smaller. So fucking small," Johnny said, his tongue covering the totality of Steven's cocklet, as Johnny's eyes went white from ecstasy. "I'll change you back, bro. No prob. I promised. But, duuude! Why would you want anything bigger? Bet you there isn't a better cock in the world!"

Steven barely remembered Mr. Hexum mentioning he preferred smaller cocks. It seemed it was true still, even in this brutish and dumber form. Not that Steven would complain. If he had such a hung stud obsessed with him, then why would it matter if his cock was small now?

Of course, he had little time to keep thinking, even if just to reply something. Johnny was showing his devotion, his mouth doing its best to worship Steven's shrunken tool.

And wow was it working!

A last caress of Johnny's admiring tongue was more than enough to finally make Steven cum. Although it hadn't been the case, Steven did feel as if he had been edged all this while. This release felt better than any he had experienced before. His tiny dick was so sensitive… It truly did every touch feel like it was more significant than it actually was. His compressed manhood had reunited all the nerves on a smaller containment, and it made all contact feel way too wonderful.

It almost, just barely, made Steven wish to keep his cock this small. But his desire to have a huge cock was simply too great, even when presented with the evidence of the benefits of a micro dick.

"Yo, that's not enough, dude! You came too quickly! You came so good... But I want to make you cum again, bro. I want to fuck you so good you won't be able to want anyone else," Johnny said, nuzzling his face against Steven's now flaccid cock. A stream of cum falling from Johnny's mouth like drool.

"Oh that'd be… Wait!" Steven said, suddenly alarmed. "Mr… I mean Johnny, wait! I'd love if you fucked me, truly. But there's no way your cock will fit!"

Johnny laughed.

"Then I'll make a way," he said, tongue kissing Steven again. Giving Steven a taste of his own cum.

And, as Johnny did so, he also snapped his fingers.

Steven whimpered. His asshole, until that point, had been completely normal. But he knew it was changing, as distracting as Johnny's mouth could be.

"Did you…" Steven tried to say, between kisses. "Did you make my ass self lubricate?"

Johnny looked confused for a moment. A cute frown on his stupid face. Then he grinned, nodding. Going back to making out. Bodies pressed, limbs intertwined. Until Johnny's hand, a thick meaty paw, found Steven's asshole. Pliantly, the hole seemed to adapt to Johnny's meaty fingers. Steven couldn't help his moans. Couldn't help but be ruled by his senses.

"I think you're ready now, dude. Last chance to back out!" Johnny said chuckling, straightening his posture, sitting on the bed.

Steven, instead, simply lay on his back. Opening his legs. Johnny, even though he was so much stupider now, understood the signal without any help. He got in place, putting Steven's muscular legs on his shoulders, and making appear a pillow underneath his ass to help with the position.

"I'm less flexible now," Steven said, biting his lip. "Downside of being so muscular, I guess…"

"Are you not comfy?" Johnny asked, stroking his huge member. His massive fifteen inches of meat.

"No, I am. I am comfy. It was just took a bit more effort than I'm used to."

"Stay still. I'm going in," Johnny said. "Ready to fill you up."

Steven didn't mind the ridiculous phrasing. Perhaps he even liked it. This was simply too hot for him to hold any rational thought. It wasn't a moment of reflection. But one of pure animal instinct.

He whimpered as the head finally went in. His magically improved asshole was a better host than Steven had ever imagined it being. The lubrication made the huge dick's entrance so easy, his hole seemed able to grow just enough to accommodate its new giant visitor.

As expected, they went slow first. Johnny seemed barely able to be patient enough for it, but he kept himself slow. With such a massive cock it was a necessary sacrifice. More than it would usually be. Steven, on the other hand, didn't mind. At all. Feeling such a massive schlong was exhilarating. An feeling so pleasurable, words simply came too short to describe it.

A soft, slow and continuous movement. Pain was minimal, almost absent. Yet its presence wasn't a deterrent for the pleasure. It intensified it. At least, until the delight reached such heights, all other feelings were eclipsed as a whole.

Then, it happened. Somehow, only possible thanks to Mr. Hexum's miraculous magic, Johnny had gotten the entirety of his massive cock inside Steven's ass. Both men kept still, Steven full of an erotic glee he had never experienced before. Who else could say they had gotten such a magnificent piece of meat inside them, buried to the hilt?

The pause came to an end. Johnny receded, not enough to get completely out, but almost. Going back again immediately after. Quicker this time. Back and forth. Each time increasing the speed just slightly. Such a minimal amount Steven sometimes wondered if he was imagining it. But no, it truly was faster. Rougher, within reason. So delightful, so primal. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Any reservations Steven had felt about magic were completely gone. How was it possible that the human body wasn't built for sex like this? How was this only achievable thanks to magic? Of which Steven had no confirmation it existed until this very day, and may never experience again after?

"I'm so close… Again…" Steven said. His new muscular body was so much heavier, with such different energy thresholds, than he was getting tired faster. He couldn't complain, however. He loved the sensations his new physique brought him.

"Of course you are," Johnny replied, his thrusts going faster. "Who owns you?"

"You, Johnny… You…" Steven replied. "You daddy, you own me."

"That's right. I own you, bro. I am your daddy with a big cock. And you're my baby with a tiny one. A puny, cute, baby dick. Fit for a baby like you..."

Steven shivered. He normally wasn't into being shamed for his size. Hell, normally he was the hung one! But he had to admit the severe difference between him and Johnny at the current moment was simply too great to ignore. It was undoubtedly hot.

Had this awakened something within him? Perhaps. It wasn't time for such musings, however.

No, it wasn't at all. Because as Johnny shamed Steven for his one inch cock, Johnny had also stimulated Steven's prostate just enough. With a whimper, back arching, Steven came for the second time that afternoon.

And then, and only then, he felt Johnny cum too.

The giant cock throbbing, almost as if it was somehow expanding inside the walls of Steven's asshole. The warm cum filling him, to an almost overwhelming degree. Johnny had came so much some was already dropping out Steven's asshole. Although Johnny had not yet moved away.

Johnny backwards pink cap was slightly askew, probably due to how intense his thrusting had been just now.

Steven smiled, so lost in heavenly pleasure he simply didn't have anything to say.

He didn't notice when he fell asleep.

When he woke up, clearly some hours had gone by. The windows showed a dark sky, and the lovely lamps on the side tables were turned on, giving the bedroom a nice cozy vibe.

On the corner, sitting on a chair, Mr. Hexum was looking at him. One leg crossed over the other.

"Mr. Hexum! You're back!" Steven exclaimed, waking up properly, or as close to that as it was reasonable to expect.

As much as Steven had loved Johnny, and would fantasize about him for the foreseeable future on lonely nights, he truly was glad to know Mr. Hexum was back to normal. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself if his accidental mistake had permanently erased the real Mr. Hexum.

The Hexer chuckled.

"Of course I'm back, Steven. There's no need to doubt my magical prowess. I wouldn't create any type of hex that I couldn't reverse were I ever be to be affected by one of them," Mr. Hexum replied. "Besides, as anyone, I enjoyed that little while as a dumb jock! So do not worry needlessly, my friend!"

Mr. Hexum stood up. Long gone was the gym gear and the backwards pink cap. Instead, he was wearing another impeccable suit. It was dark red. His hair was also back to normal.

"I'm a man who keeps his promises, my friend," Mr. Hexum added, sitting down next to Steven. A gorgeous enchanting smile on his face. "And so I have found some solution to our predicament. See, I was able to resolve most of the transformation. But your love for big penises, and my love for small ones, makes that particular change decidedly difficult to reverse. Thus, I needed some time to come to a reasonable fix. Maybe not a way of breaking the hex, but a way of acting over it. If we don't meet for long enough, the hex will probably wear off on its own after that."

Steven blinked. Although the relief and excitement of seeing Mr. Hexum back to his own self had helped him wake up, his mind was still somewhat muddled by sleepiness. Hence, Steven had almost entirely forgotten about the need to reverse the transformation his cock was a victim of.

"Wait… So it's like a momentary solution?"

"It is, my friend. I know it may not seem like the most reassuring of news, but alas! It's what I can offer. As things stand, doing anything more drastic could have… Unintended results. But worry not. I've found a simple way of restoring your size, and it's incredibly simple. I've created so many trinkets and spells, I sometimes forget about them."

Mr. Hexum then moved his hand on the air. On his palm appeared a device that resembled an old MP3 player. With two buttons. A pink one, and a blue one.

"What's that?" Steven asked. Not from doubting the Hexer, but out of genuine curiosity.

"It's a little device of my invention. I'm quite fond of it," Mr. Hexum said, with a smile. "I call it a Phallex. The name is quite telling. The first part of the word means phallus, or penis, and the ending comes from exchange. So, it's used to swap cock sizes between two individuals. This device is an early version. A more advanced one allows to actually exchange penises directly, among other more specific things."

Steven looked at the device with newfound awe. He clearly had a lot to learn about the world of magic, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Which reminded him:

"You said we wouldn't be able to see each other in a while if we used this, why is that?"

Mr. Hexum sighed.

"Well, as I said earlier, hexes are quite powerful. The Phallex is not, at least not to the same degree. But because the Phallex is very much an specialized tool, it may work to fool the hex. However, if we remain too close, the hex may notice I changed things, and would forcefully reverse everything. Plus, the Phallex interference may also be able to distract the hex, so it doesn't act with any sexual partners we have in the meanwhile."

Steven nodded. Sad, since he would have loved to actually get to know Mr. Hexum better. But clearly, this was less of a definite separation, and more of a temporary goodbye.

Mr. Hexum pressed the blue button of the device, while pointing at Steven. As soon as he did, a feeling of expansion filled Steven's cock. Not dissimilar to the feeling of blood making his dick hard. And that was on top of his actual erection.

Other than invigorating, the change was also fast. Mr. Hexum seemed as invested on losing his cock size as Steven was on gaining it back. Steven uncovered himself, to see how his dick was changing. The growth was rapid. By the time Steven was actually watching it, his cock had already passed the four inch mark. Then it was five. Then six.

At last, he had returned to his original seven inches. Steven was satisfied with his original size. It was a good one. Just big enough to be impressive, but not so massive as to be impractical.

But Mr. Hexum was still pressing the button.

Eight inches. Then nine. Ten. Steven looked at Mr. Hexum with shock. This needed to stop, he knew. It was already too big… But could a cock ever be too big, really? Wasn't a big cock the best thing ever? The thing Steven liked the most? He had loved the fifteen inches erection Johnny had sported, after all.

But one thing was fantasy, or magically assisted reality, and another was daily life. What use would there be for a massive schlong? Steven would have no choice but to bottom, which was also true for the one inch long cock. However, a micro cock could at least use a strap on, or something similar. While a fifteen inches dick…

Eyes widening, Steven realized with horror, and lust, that his tool was double his original size. More than that. It was now the fifteen inches monstrosity Johnny had fucked him with.

He touched it. And immediately removed his hand, as if burned. Somehow, his growth had not diminished the sensibility on the slightest. With his fifteen inches hog, Steven was as sensitive with this oversized hog as he was with his one incher!

That was bad, that was terrible!

But before he could say a word, Mr. Hexum smiled at him, and spoke:

"Goodbye, Steven. It'll be a while before we see each other. Ta-ta!"

And with a snap of Mr. Hexum's fingers, Steven found himself back on his own bed, in his own home. Naked, as he was, and with the biggest cock he had ever seen.

Steven had no idea what he was going to do now. If there was anything to be done at all. At least for a while... Of which he had no way of actually knowing the length of, he would have to adapt to having a fifteen inches long cock.