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I love Europe. I don't regret at all having stayed there, well, it's not like my home country is in the best condition either, but let's not talk about that, it's sad. As I was saying, I love this continent. I love that perfect mix between history and modernity, where in the same city you can find both a building with centuries of history and some of the new architectural wonders. The people are also very friendly and open, and the gastronomy, at least in the Mediterranean, is exquisite. Being able to enjoy the four seasons of the year is also a dream come true. Although where I live not much snow falls often, I still remember my first snowfall, I may have behaved like a little kid when I wanted to run around in the snow or start making snowmen, as well as drawing snow angels with my body, but I could never do that in the tropics, so in that opportunity I tried to do as much as I could of what I saw many times they did in the movies.

Going back to the subject of that mix of history and modernity, sometimes, when you go out of the cities, even in some of the big cities, you can find buildings that date back to the Middle Ages, even earlier. As for the villages, more than once I visited some that have been inhabited since time immemorial; here they call them medieval villages.

It was during a vacation I took in the summer that I visited one of those villages. It was miles from where I lived, deep in the countryside, surrounded by farmland and the occasional small forest, which may well have survived the logging done by men for firewood or simply to increase the arable land, or had been reforested in recent times thanks to the countless environmental and ecological programs on the continent. The village was small, probably less than a thousand inhabitants. As in the past, it was enclosed by a solid stone wall, and could only be entered through four gates, one at each of the four cardinal points. Once inside, the streets were cobblestone, there were hardly any cars, and most people were on foot, although motorcycles were quite common. The houses were brick with tile roofs, and the windows and doors were wooden. It was curious to note that some doors still used locks from when one was able to see through them.

A huge fountain was placed in the Central Plaza, where the gothic-style church was located, as well as the mayor's office building. The street that crossed the town from east to west was the market street. Various stalls filled this area, both local and from some of the large chain stores.

Something curious about this town was that it was a meeting point for various cultures. Christians, Jews, and Muslims lived there, and it is even said that some Cathars managed to take refuge within the walls of the village. This mixture was not only seen in some architectural pieces or in the local culture itself but also in the world of esotericism. The magic of all these cultures permeated the history of the town. If you knew where to look you could find a grimoire or a magic amulet, almost as old as the town itself.

It was while walking through the city bazaar, full of vegetable stalls, butcher shops, stalls selling spices, and women showing their handicrafts made of cloth or other craftwork, that I stopped at a store located practically at the end of the street, right front of the Eastern gate. It was a small store, situated between two larger buildings, which could make it go unnoticed. A Star of David adorned its door made of good wood, with the typical lock already mentioned. I opened the door to enter the premises, a little bell announced my arrival with a sweet melody. Despite the smallness of the building, there were so many things inside and they were so well organized that the space seemed wider. The smell of incense mingled with the smell of old wood, a soft tune coming from a radio above the counter set the mood of the store. The shelves were full of incredibly old objects, from books to candlesticks, statuettes, jewelry, some rugs, or amulets.

“Welcome," the voice of a little old lady welcomed me. He was behind the counter with a serene smile.

I returned the greeting with a nod of my head.

“Can I help you with anything," asked the old lady.

“No, I'm just browsing," I answered immediately, somewhat embarrassed. The old lady simply nodded his head, so I explored the place. If something caught my eye, I would buy it.

I wandered for a few minutes from shelf to shelf in that store, looking carefully at what was displayed there, wondering what I could take from there as a souvenir. It wasn't until I found a kind of necklace, it was silver and was composed of a thin chain from which hung a sphere carved with the same material. The surface of the sphere was not smooth, it had small inlaid stones, as well as various symbols such as the Star of David and some Hebrew characters.

"Are you interested in the angel caller?" I almost had a heart attack when I heard the voice of the little old lady right behind me. “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

"When did you get here?" I couldn't help but ask him the question. “I didn't hear you.”

“I'm quite stealthy," smiled the old lady. “I think I should wear a rattle to avoid scaring my customers, it's not the first time it has happened and I've been asked that question.”

I couldn't help but laugh when I imagined that old lady with rattles walking around the store. She would look less like a clerk and more like one of those jesters who used to cheer up the parties of the monarchs and aristocrats of yesteryear.

“Angel caller," I said after recovering from a momentary fit of laughter, "Is that what you call it?”

“Indeed, young man," answered the old lady as she took the artifact in her hands to bring it closer to me. “It is said that, with these artifacts, following a series of conditions, an angel can be summoned. It can grant you some wishes.”

I contemplated the object for a few moments, observing every detail.

“Are those stones precious," I asked.

“No," answered the old lady immediately. “They are fragments of quartz, that doesn't make it less effective, quite the contrary, but the fact that it is made of silver is completely true.”

“What are those symbols?”

“They are Hebrew characters," answered the seller. "During the Middle Ages, Hebrew letters were granted mystical properties. I don't know if you are familiar with the Kabbalah.”

“Somewhat, not much," I admitted.

“Well, in essence, that's it, it's something like runes today, each one had a meaning, so they carried an innate power with them, which, when inscribed on something, could imbue that object with that power.”

I remained meditating for a few moments on the old lady's words. I was fascinated by all this, even though I did not consider myself a religious person. So I asked her, determined to buy it, about the price.

“Fifty euros," answered the woman. I considered it rather cheap for such a beautiful work, but I didn't complain, so I took the right amount out of my wallet and handed it to the man, who walked back to the cashier, with me behind him, to make the purchase.

“Do you want to know the spell for it to take effect," the clerk lifted her head from the register and gave me a somewhat mischievous look. I shrugged and agreed, thinking it would be fun to try, even though I was sure nothing would happen.

The old lady took out a sheet of paper and a pen and scribbled some instructions on it. It was a rare sight to see someone from this part of the world writing in cursive handwriting, as writing by hand was practically anecdotal. Nevertheless, the woman wrote impeccably, in beautiful, immaculate handwriting.

“You must go to a church on a full moon night, at midnight, and place yourself in the east wing of it, it can also be a synagogue or even a mosque, while you do it with those specifications, then you have to chant this incantation," she said as she handed me the paper.

“Ma’am, can you transcribe this for me in the Latin alphabet," I said while pointing to a fragment of text written in Hebrew characters, "I still don't have a C2 in Hebrew.”

“Oh, excuse me, sir," said the clerk after recovering from a slight fit of laughter, "It's the custom, allow me.”

And with that, she wrote another one and made some specifications about how each sound was pronounced. Fortunately, cell phones can record sounds, so I took advantage of that technology to record the lady and then make the attempt at home to make it look as good as possible. Just in case, who knows if by chance I was summoning a demon instead of an angel.

After returning from my vacation, I waited for the next full moon, I also looked for one of the temples that the seller indicated, one that was relatively secluded to avoid prying eyes. Fortunately, where I lived, there was no one there.

I left my house a few minutes early to arrive at the synagogue without a single minute's delay. There was not a soul there at that time of night. I placed myself, as the lord said, on the east side of the building, directed my gaze towards the horizon where the sun was to rise, took the angel caller, and rang it seven times, after which I said the following words:

Shomer hash?ar, lokhem helehavoth

Rev mehashamaim la?noth liqri'athi

'Attem, haqrovim lelohim, t'aqshivu liðvaray

T'en li sholosh mish'olot' vt'ushvi? et' livi.

A ray of light descended from the starry sky the moment I finished the invocation. A crystal staircase materialized under that light, descending from the heavens to the very ground in front of me. At the top, I saw a figure slowly walking down the steps. I was stunned as I contemplated its appearance, for it was not at all like any representation of angels I had ever seen in my life. First of all, it wasn't even human, it looked more like a tiger walking on its hind legs, an anthropomorphic being as if someone had put on one of those feline costumes. He had no wings (well, I had read that the original representations of angels didn't have them either) and was dressed in a white and blue robe, with a belt and gold bracelets, a halo of light illuminated his face. His body was slender, somewhat toned, but rather delicate.

“Greetings, Oh mortal who has invoked me, my name is Ishmael and I am at your disposal," spoke the angel when he finally reached the last step of the staircase. His voice was clear as the bells contained in the angel caller.

It took me a few moments to articulate words in response to that being, as I never expected it to work. I had done all this as a game, I had never been very religious.

“You have the right to make three wishes, oh young mortal," the angel spoke again.

“Oh, yes, sorry," I was finally able to get rid of my silence. “Well... my first wish is that you will do everything I tell you to do for a month.”

The angel looked at me perplexed at those words, he was about to say something, but I interrupted him.

“Heh, heh, you didn't expect that, did you? In theory, I hadn't broken the clause, it must have helped me to have been with a lawyer for some time, I haven't broken any rules, I just took advantage of a legal loophole.

“But...”

“And for the moment you will be called Charlie, it's just that we both have the same name and it would be a bit weird to call you with the same name.”

“But, sir...”

“Well, tonight it's a little warm and I'm thirsty," I interrupted him and turned around, "Let's go to a bar somewhere.”

“Sir, you..." A chain materialized between my right hand and his neck which, as I walked and he stayed in the same place, pulled his neck and again he couldn't finish the sentence.

“Well, this is interesting," I said as I saw the chain. “Well, let's go on, Charlie.”

It was a quiet night even though it was already Saturday, so there were few cabs in the area, so we walked to a nearby bar (about a kilometer from the synagogue). Charlie kept complaining and trying to reason with me, I pretended to turn a deaf ear, I was enjoying the moment. Taking someone by a chain seemed exciting to me, it activated my dominant side.

“Charlie," I said when we were halfway down the chain, "Can people see you?”

“No, only you," he answered, somewhat relieved that I was no longer dragging him all over the street.

“I want people to be able to see you, of course, as a human, only I will see you in your true form," I said then. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, I figured I would have to get to the bar to find out if my wish had been granted.

We entered the bar without any problems, when I passed the guard I knew for sure that people were already able to see Charlie since he lightly checked us both before entering. It was quite lively that night, there were people both at the bar and at the tables, as well as a small group dancing in the center to some electronic music. I led Charlie to a secluded corner of the bar, for the moment I wanted to keep the encounter a little more reserved.

“I'm going to get some drinks," I said as I sat him down at the table, "Anything in particular?”

“A little wine," the angel said shyly.

“This is not a restaurant," I laughed at the request.

“Well, something not so strong, I'm not much of a drinker" His gaze alternated continuously between the table and me, despite the fur, I could perceive that he was sweating despite the air conditioning of the place. I thought it was cute.

“I'll be right back," I said before walking off to the bar. I ordered a couple of Jack Daniels.

“Here," I held out the glass of Jack Daniels to the angel who was still nervously sitting in his seat, while I sat right in front of him, took mine, and took a sip.

“Ah, just what I needed," I said satisfied when that liquid, a mixture of whiskey and Coca-Cola, moistened my throat. Charlie, on the other hand, hadn't touched his “Come on, it's not that bad, give it a try.”

Charlie grabbed the glass slowly with his delicate paw, lifted it from the table, left it for a few moments in front of his face, swallowed dryly, and remained there for a few seconds before bringing it to his lips and letting the contents spill into his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, he was not adapted to drinking alcohol, but he did not say anything, on the contrary, he continued drinking until he left the glass empty and put it back on the table.

“Heh, apparently you liked it," I said, smiling. Charlie still had his eyes closed, although I think I could glimpse some relaxation in his face.

“It wasn't too bad, although it was a little strong," he said at last.

“Another round," I asked, and he nodded shyly.

It was funny how the poor feline gradually changed his expression with each round since there was more than one. He became more relaxed as time went by, smiling, he even didn't drink the drinks in one sip anymore, he enjoyed them. There came a time when he even began to move his head to the music playing in the place.

“I think I'm drunk” said Charlie with a smile on his face “I should feel bad, but I don't, I feel very happy and content” His speech was more careless, he was slurring his syllables, his look was also a little unfocused.

“Don't they have parties in heaven," I asked, I had drunk much less than him, besides I was more resistant to alcohol.

“Yes, there are, but they are boring," he drank the fifth whiskey of the night, and by this time he was already drinking it neat. “A little wine, some very soft music and that's it.”

“It seems more like a rich people's party than a real party," I commented.

Charlie pondered (or at least tried to) on that comment. “I think you're right, although I haven't been to or seen many parties in the mortal world.”

“I think it's time to go...”

“No!" he shouted, "I still want more!

“Charlie, you're drunk...”

“I know," he interrupted me, "but I want something else to drink.”

“Well, one last round and we'll go," I said, but not before glancing around to make sure no one was watching us. I managed to distinguish a few glances directed towards us, some with a bit of disdain, others just curiosity.

Charlie nodded a big "yes" and raised his arms. In a way he looked cute, luckily, he turned out to be one of those drunks who don't give much trouble. Once we finished our drinks and paid, we left the bar, it would be dawn in a few hours, so I headed back to my apartment. I held Charlie by the shoulder, and the poor guy staggered with every step he took, now and then he would laugh for no reason or say something in my ear, many times it was just gibberish.

When we got to my apartment I led him to my bed, helped him settle in, and covered him with a blanket. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, I, on the other hand, positioned myself on the other side of the bed, closed my eyes, and drifted off into dreams.

“Thank you," I managed to hear before sinking deep into my dreams.

It wasn't until the sun's rays reached Charlie's eyes that he started to wake up. As was always the case after a night of drinking, he woke up with a heavy hangover. He tried to hide his eyes behind his hands and then under the blanket he had laid out for him the night before, he grunted under his breath as he tossed and turned in bed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead” I greeted him, it was at that moment that he stopped, sat up on the mattress with a thump, put his hands to his head, and with great effort opened his eyes, perplexed. Apparently, he had not yet realized his situation.

“What happened, where am I?" he was indeed unaware of his situation. Charlie was torn between a pounding headache and disorientation.

“You're in my apartment, in my bed," I replied.

Charlie's eyes widened at these words, if he were human, he might have gone pale.

“What happened last night? Don't tell me...”

“Don't worry, I just put you to bed and me next to you, nothing else happened," I interrupted him to clear things up, "You didn't want to do something else, did you?”

Charlie blushed (or at least that was the impression his face gave) at my comment.

“I... I can't," he stammered as he avoided looking me in the eyes.

“Well, I'm going to get you something for that hangover you're having," I went to the kitchen with a loud laugh, he was so cute.

Now much more recovered, I invited him to go to the bathroom to take a bath, although I wasn't sure if it was necessary, maybe, being an angel, he didn't need a bath, but he accepted the offer. Half an hour later he came out, and his face looked better.

“Well, tonight in the afternoon we are going to a concert," I said as he sat down on the sofa, next to me, but still at some distance from me.

“A concert, what about?" he looked at me with curious eyes.

“A metal concert, one of my favorite bands came to play in town.”

At the mention of the word "metal," his countenance changed from curiosity to discomfort.

“I don't think I can go," he said as he turned his head to the side.

“Let me guess, God forbid that music because it's from the devil," I frowned. Charlie didn't say another word but looked down in embarrassment. “Well, you'll have to come, after all, you have to do everything I tell you to do because of the first wish I made.”

Again he didn't answer me immediately but looked away.

“Would you change your mind if I told you that there would be drinks? I would most likely have to bring them myself, but I still wanted to see his reaction, in fact, I won his interest again “Heh, you liked last night, huh?”

Charlie didn't answer, but blushed and looked away, she was so adorable.

"Well, say no more, we're leaving tonight!" Shortly after I served breakfast, I took him straight to bed, which he was grateful for, apparently, despite having almost completely recovered from the hangover, he still had some left. Once breakfast was over, he went to wash up and then we both sat together on the living room couch to watch some series on TV.

We left the apartment at nightfall, I went for a moment to a local store to buy some drinks for the concert, and then, by subway, we went to the stadium where the event would be held. There were no difficulties getting in, as soon as I showed the tickets we went in. We sat in the closest place to where the band was and waited patiently for them to start playing. Charlie was still nervous, now and then I would run my hand over his back to try to calm him down.

At 7:30 in the evening, the members and accompanists began to go on stage to prepare the instruments, at 8:00 it seemed that they were about to start, five minutes later, the vocalist said a few words to the audience, greeted us and, with a few touches of the drums, the concert began.

They started with one of their most famous and liked songs. As soon as everyone in the audience realized which song it was, we immediately stood up and started to follow the rhythm of the song. Some were shouting or trying to sing it, others were bobbing their heads to the rhythm, waving their long hair in the air, and others were playing imaginary instruments.

Charlie remained seated next to me, in clear opposition to me who kept singing, shaking his head (despite my short hair), and pretending to play the guitar. However, I could sense that the angel was not entirely dissatisfied or displeased with the music. His feet betrayed him, I could see how he was marking the rhythm with them.

“Come on, join the party," I shouted, as in any rock concert, the volume was very high.

"The thing is..." He didn't finish the sentence, it was evident that he had mixed feelings in his head.

“Now you're with me," I told him as I held out a hand, "I can see you're enjoying this, so stop being silly and move that skeleton, scream, shout, relax, feel alive, enjoy this night as if it were your last.”

Charlie looked at me as if I were a saint who had just told him the truth about the universe, and then he rested his eyes on my open hand, still hesitant, but in the end, he took it and stood up.

“That's it," I exclaimed, "Have a beer, I'll have another," I said as I opened my backpack and pulled out two cans of beer. Charlie's eyes sparkled.

A few minutes later we were both having fun with the rhythm of the songs played by the band, but there was a moment when Charlie stopped in his tracks, he put his fingers to his snout as if he was thinking something. Then he gestured something with his hands and a flute materialized in the air.

“May I?" he turned to me.

“What do you intend to do," I asked.

“I think the sound might improve a little with something I'm going to do," he explained. “Of course, if you don't want me to, I won't do anything.”

“Go ahead," I answered.

Charlie put his flute to his mouth and instantly brought out a beautiful melody, which integrated amazingly with the band's music. What was my surprise when I discovered that everyone had stopped to watch the angel playing that wonderful tune unperturbed, or when I realized that the music could be heard over the gigantic loudspeakers.

The band stopped for a moment too after realizing what was happening, but seeing that the tune sounded so good with what they were playing, they continued. Charlie changed the melody with each song the band played, always remaining silent for a few seconds as if analyzing which one would be the best for the occasion. It was fascinating. Nearby spectators began to applaud Charlie's interpretations.

The concert ended at midnight. Charlie and I walked home, the night was cool, the stars were shining in the sky, and the moon, no longer so full, shone beautifully. Charlie walked with a cheerful step, now and then he would bring out some melody or other from his flute, although in certain places I asked him to stop so as not to disturb the neighbors until I remembered that I could ask him that the sound of his flute could only be heard by the two of us.

We arrived at my apartment, and after a quick bath I got into bed, I was exhausted. Charlie, on the other hand, seemed to have some energy left, since, even though he slept with me, he looked restless.

“Play me a lullaby," I said in the hope that his energy would run out and he would go to sleep. A soft melody was his response, it was sweet and pleasant. I hugged the pillow as I noticed my eyelids getting heavier, my body relaxing, my breathing slowing and deepening.

I think I felt the caress of a furry hand before I completely sank into one of the best dreams I've ever had in my life. I slept like a rock, with no mishaps, no nightmares, nothing, it was just a deep sleep.

Monday finally came, I left Charlie at home, as I had to go to work. I was a little worried at first, as I didn't want him to be lonely, but he assured me there would be no problems. Anyway, I showed him a few things to keep him entertained, such as the console I had in the living room, as well as the internet. I gave him a technical minimum of how each thing was used, after which, I went out into the monotonous routine.

I arrived home around five in the afternoon, I found that the angel was sitting on the sofa, with the console controller in his paws, completely focused on the video game that was projected on the screen, apparently, it was an RPG game, in fact, it was the one he was playing until recently.

“Did you by any chance play another game," I asked with some concern.

“No, I continued the one you had," he said without taking his eyes off the screen, "Well, by the way, I didn't feel you come in.”

A cold sweat dampened my forehead at the possibility that I had lost everything I had saved so far.

“Don't worry, although I lost everything in the first deaths, I managed to recover completely and even add more things to the inventory and level up the character several times", the angel calmed me down, apparently, he noticed my concern.

“How long have you been playing?”

“All day since you left," he answered as he delivered the coup de grace to the enemy he had been facing since I had arrived. A cinematic started running, apparently, he had killed a level boss. The now familiar breakdown of leveling up, increased attributes, new skills added, as well as money earned followed one after the other.

“It's amazing how you got the hang of it so quickly," I said with my mouth wide open in amazement.

For the first time he let go of the remote and turned his face towards me, I could see then the most beautiful smile he had ever given me since I summoned him.

“I guess it's a gift," he said without erasing that smile.

“Well, now I'm going to the gym," I said after placing my backpack on a couch, "I'm going to change, I'd like you to come with me too.”

"Ok," he answered and then put the game away. “Do you need me to wear something?”

I looked at him for a few moments, at that moment he was wearing the toga he came to Earth with, it would definitely look weird in the gym.

"Wear something just as light and more in line with the current times, like a sleeveless and some shorts, let me see if I have something that will fit you.”

I couldn't finish the sentence, because, at that very moment, he made his clothes disappear and immediately replaced them with the ones I had told him.

"Right, I had forgotten that you could do magic.”

A few minutes later we were in the gym. That day apparently it was not very crowded, in fact, it was almost deserted, something I was tremendously grateful for since it would take less time to complete the routine.

We started, as I told Charlie to do the same as me, with a fifteen-minute warm-up to avoid injury, but just as I was about to get started for real, an idea popped into my head.

"Can you change things," I asked Charlie.

"What do you mean?"

"For example, transform people or objects," I explained.

"Yes, I can. Do you want something specific?" his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Make me stronger and more muscular," I answered as I pointed to one of the posters showing several beefy men posing and showing off their muscles, "I want to be as strong as those guys, you don't have to give me a six-pack, I like my tummy."

Charlie snapped his fingers and an intense heat came over my body. It was as if I had completed the most demanding workout, I felt my muscles tense and tired, and I was bathed in sweat, so much so that my T-shirt had stuck to my body. Right after that, a new sensation came over me, much more pleasurable.

The first thing to grow was my chest. Both pecs inflated in unison, projecting forward. Then it was my shoulders, which filled out with muscle and expanded sideways, giving more width and space to the pecs and, later, my back.

For the first time, I could see the veins under my skin as my arms gained muscle mass. I couldn't help but flex both and watch as my biceps emerged like mountains of pure strength. My trapeziuses rose, my neck thickened, and my hands became coarser.

Next came my legs, which became a pair of trunks as strong as an oak tree. On the other hand, my buttocks rounded out, becoming a pair of perfect globes to squeeze, touch, and savor.

I looked in the mirror, I almost had an erection. It was everything I had wanted up to that point. It was almost as big as the strongest bodybuilder in the center, careful no more. I took out my cell phone and took countless pictures in every possible pose.

"Now it's your turn," I turned to Charlie. I had been planning to do some things with him for a while. "Although with you there will be other changes."

Charlie looked at me in terror, I could have sworn his fur was whiter than usual, his eyes wide open, his posture stiff.

"I want you to have a muscular physique as well, although in your case I'd like you to keep the six-pack. I also want you to be hairier, especially in the chest. And I want you to look a little older, like a person in his thirties, almost forty."

Just as he was about to snap his fingers I stopped him.

"I suppose that transformation will be immediate, won't it," I asked. He confirmed with a nod of his head. "Slow it down, I want to see it in detail."

A halo of light covered his body entirely, and immediately changes began to be seen all over his body. I could see her figure grow larger, her delicate limbs gaining mass. Charlie gradually began to gain inches in height. He, up to this point, had been about my height, but in a matter of seconds he began to carry me a head, then another, possibly ending up 6'2" tall.

He was relatively broad-shouldered, but after I made my wish, the distance between them widened. I saw the way his trapeziuses rose above his shoulders, how they rounded and enlarged. I witnessed the thickening of his neck and heard his voice grow thicker, the purrs turning to low roars that reverberated throughout the room.

The wave of growth then expanded to his arms. Both biceps and triceps, as well as forearm muscles, exploded in strength, veins snaked like rivers across their surface, carrying precious oxygen to every cell. His delicate hands thickened into strong paws capable of bursting a melon just by squeezing it.

Then came his chest. The pecs gradually gained mass, from a pair of discrete elevations on his torso they became a pair of strong, juicy plateaus, so large they might as well block his downward view. They were so large that the untucked shirt could barely contain both masses of flesh, so much of her pectorals could be seen without trouble, even her nipples.

Two by two the abdominal muscles emerged until six graced that region of her belly. They were big and hard; you could almost say they were fit to serve as a punt.

I wasn't able to appreciate very well how his back developed, since he had been facing me the whole time. But I did notice how his arms pulled away from his body a bit as the sides grew. His upper trunk had become a wall of muscle.

Finally, came the lower body, the legs quickly gained thickness as they had to support the weight of the body on them. The quadriceps collided with each other at the crotch, while the calves rounded out and filled the region between the ankle and the knee with flesh to eliminate the goosefoot effect. Later I could see that her buttocks were also affected by the change, as he gained a nice pair of buttocks, round and firm, perfect for whipping, squeezing, and sinking your face between them.

As for his features, they hardened. His lower jaw became squarer, his orbits projected forward, which gave the impression that his frown was always furrowed, the thickness of his eyebrows not helping much to soften that impression. A bit of beard grew on his jaw, while on his chest, armpits, and forearms, part of his fur elongated and thickened as if it were body hair.

I licked my lips when the transformation was complete, I actually had to muster tremendous willpower to avoid getting an erection at that moment.

"Perfect," I exclaimed, "Now let's hit the weights."

I led him to where the machines were and we started the routine. I told him to do the same as me, after all, he was as strong, even stronger than me at that moment. We spent a whole hour going from one machine to the other, carrying more and more weight, soaking our clothes with sweat from the effort, pushing our muscles to the limit.

Once we finished the routine and did some stretching, I led him to the showers. By the time we got out of our clothes, I realized that Charlie had nothing down there. By that, I don't mean that the place where his genitals should be occupied by a vagina, but that there was a total absence of external genitalia, neither male nor female.

"Is something wrong?" he asked me, apparently he had noticed the astonishment on my face. Rather than answer him, I simply pointed down there.

"Oh, this!" he exclaimed with some embarrassment, "Didn't you know that angels as such don't have sex?"

"No," I denied without taking my eyes off that region of his body. It looked so strange. While I had already seen several cartoons where they didn't show the genitals of the characters to avoid adult content violations and it didn't bother me, seeing it in real life was very different. It was at that moment that a new desire popped into my mind.

"I wish you had a penis and a pair of testicles down there. But I don't want the penis to be entirely human, just the shape, but I want it to have some spines too, like a feline penis."

Charlie blushed again at that wish, but there was nothing he could do, after all, he had to obey me for a whole month.

I watched as a small lump grew in the groin region. That bulge gradually grew until it became three, two of them kept growing downwards, and the skin became like a kind of very loose sack, on the other hand, the third bulge grew first forward, then, by the effect of gravity, it bent downwards, likewise, covered by a thin layer of skin. The dimensions were not bad, but my perversion wanted more.

"A bit bigger and fatter" The penis grew another centimeter, both in length and girth, as did the testicles. "A little more" The same thing happened, by then his penis must have been 5'9 long with 5'5 in circumference, while his testicles were as big as small lemons.

"Perfect, let's go to the showers," I said satisfied.

Charlie thought about taking, as was logical, a different shower from mine, but I didn't let him. I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to my shower.

"What are you doing?" he shouted in fright. I pressed him against one of the shower walls, our breaths mingling from how close we were.

"I'm very horny" I whispered in his ear, then ran my nose from his ear to his chest, all the way down his neck. He smelled good, a mixture of sweat and wet hair.

"But we're in a public place," he tried to pull away from me, but I didn't move an inch.

"That turns me on more," I whispered as I continued to revel in his scent.

"But..." I didn't let him finish, as I sealed his lips with mine. To my surprise, he put up no resistance to the invasion of his mouth by my tongue. I tasted his lips, his tongue, his mouth, he, after a few moments, did the same, although his movements were awkward and shy.

"You liked it, didn't you?" I asked him after breaking the kiss. For a few moments, I saw that his eyes had been closed and his mouth, as if he wanted more.

-Hey, I..." Again that embarrassed face. He had definitely liked it, personally I had acquired a taste for corrupting him little by little.

"Don't say anything," I said after giving him another kiss, this time shorter. "Let me guide you then."

We continued kissing and caressing each other for a long time. We explored our bodies with our mouths, our hands, our noses, and our tongues. There was hardly an inch of exposed skin left that hadn't been touched by one of those body parts.

Seeing that we both had a strong erection, I turned on my back, lifted my buttocks, and offered myself.

"Since this is your first time, I yield the honor," I said as I wiggled my round ass.

Charlie shyly approached, placed his hands on my buttocks, and pulled them away to reveal my anus, then, a long wet thing touched its outer walls, he was licking it. I was thankful his tongue wasn't like a cat's, I don't think it would have been very healthy.

The angel licked my anus gently, but relentlessly. Gradually I relaxed and he was able to enter my rectum. With his muscular tongue, he pushed the walls apart, pressing that spot from time to time, which made me moan with pleasure.

Minutes later, I feel that tongue come completely out of my anus, immediately after, something hard presses against it, something more or less cylindrical, with a somewhat conical and blunt tip. That object immediately enters inside me. I could feel its pressure on the walls of my rectum. Charlie apparently wasn't going easy on me. He put his hands around my waist and began to move his waist back and forth. I could feel the thorns rubbing inside me, at first it was a little uncomfortable, but I immediately got a taste for it. They weren't that hard, they had the consistency of a small pimple, so they didn't hurt anything in there, it was more like they were massaging the area.

"Ughh... feels good" I grunted. For his first time, he knew how to move.

"I like it too," he gasped.

"All this makes me think you've always liked men," I said as I felt him speed up his thrusts.

"I guess... Ughh... I never thought about it," he gasped. I took his hands and guided them to my pecs, as he moved closer for a more comfortable position.

"Well, this is going to happen again in the future," I said and my penis ejaculated a small amount of pre-seminal fluid. Charlie's length and thickness were perfect, if we added the roughness of his member, it perfectly stimulated every millimeter of my rectum.

"Yes... it feels so good... I want more," he grunted, with his thick hands he squeezed my pecs and his mouth closed over my neck. I liked it.

A few minutes later, he accelerated even more, and my body vibrated with his onslaught, I knew he was getting close, I was panting, I was bathed in sweat and water falling from the shower, I moaned with each of his movements, but I could still resist. Finally, he roared, and a viscous liquid fell inside my rectum, he pushed even further inside his penis, and another discharge of semen rushed inside me, then another and another, all warm, but each time with less volume.

Charlie, having partially recovered from his first orgasm, pulled away from me and moved to the stream of water that had not stopped falling.

"My turn," I pushed him back against one of the walls. He opened his eyes, astonished, but did not say a word, as I closed his lips again with my tongue.

Making use of my newfound strength, I loaded him heavily on my hip. He, perhaps instinctively, braced his legs around my waist. My penis was hard as a rock, without pausing for a second, I thrust it fully into his virgin anus.

"Ah!" he shouted as my member was thrust into his rectum. A penis even bigger than his.

"I won't be the only one sodomized here," I said with a mischievous smile on my face. Then I started to fuck him against the wall. His face went from pain to a mixture of pain and pleasure to complete pleasure.

"Do you like it?" I asked him as I pinched his nipple. My hands had gained some freedom because he was holding onto the wall with his hands and to my waist with his legs.

"Oh, yes," he moaned in that deep voice, which turned me on even more.

"Well, I have more for you," I grabbed him again and slowly lowered him to the floor, then, with a quick movement, I pushed him against the floor, with his ass raised, and penetrated him again.

"And now?

"Ah... I like this too."

Just as he had increased the speed as he was approaching his climax, so did I. My penis was doing violence to his rectum without any need for a thrust. My penis violated his rectum without hesitation, he simply moaned in ecstasy. I enjoyed his tightness, his heat, the way my foreskin stretched back with each of my thrusts, and the feeling of dominance.

Finally, I ejaculated. It was possibly one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had so far. I wasn't a tiger, so I didn't roar, but I did grunt as I felt those ejaculations, one after another, all well-charged with my seed.

We went back to the apartment after showering. I never knew if anyone saw or heard us, Charlie might have cast some spell that prevented us from seeing people. I never knew that, since I never asked him, but I had a fantasy that we were seen and heard.

Nothing was the same from that day on. Charlie no longer grumbled every time I asked him for something, apparently he had learned that all my wishes ended up in something fun. To further enhance his image, I wished for him to wear piercings on his nose, nipples, and another on his penis.

The morning of the day after our encounter at the gym, he noticed my morning erection and proceeded to suck me off. Our days consisted of nothing but fun (and work, on my part, of course). We would get up, and I would leave for work, while he stayed home playing something on the console, in the afternoon we would go to the gym and then fuck. I showed him my collection of porn videos, as well as some gay adult comics. More than once we gave each other a hand-job while watching some of it.

Other times, thanks to his powers, we tried to imitate some of the scenes we saw. My room often became a sort of sex dungeon where we gave free rein to our debauchery.

But it wasn't all debauchery. Many times I would invite him to a café, a restaurant or to see a movie at the cinema. Other times, we would simply walk around the city hand in hand, or sit in a park, under the shade of a tree, either in front of an artificial lake or some other place with a nice view. Many times we would simply stay at home watching a movie or a series, the two of us sitting on the couch, cuddling.

One night, as we both lay asleep in bed, a bright light flooded our room. Its intensity was so great that we immediately woke up, and in front of us was a menacing figure. It was an anthropomorphic lion, dressed just as Charlie had appeared at the time, but, in addition, it carried a sword at his waist. He possessed four pairs of wings, as white as snow. Unlike Charlie, this being was muscular, like a warrior hardened in a thousand battles. His mane was as red as a fathom, in fact, he seemed to be covered in flames. But the most overwhelming thing was his eyes, they were full of anger, and his whole body was tense as if he was ready to attack at any moment. My blood ran cold.

"This has gone beyond all limits," roared that beast, and my entire apartment shuddered. "You perfidious human, you have sullied our brother's integrity with your actions, you have violated his immaculate body and soul!"

I tried to speak, but my mouth refused to move.

"I'm coming to take my brother before it's too late if it's not already," he continued in that voice that sounded like thunder, "Your contract is permanently nullified, he will no longer obey your impure desires."

The chain that had formed between Charlie and me broke instantly, and with that, Charlie returned to his original form. I watched in amazement.

"Ismael, come with me," ordered the lion.

"Levi, please..."

Charlie couldn't finish the sentence, a force dragged him out of bed and took him to the lion's side who was already apparently turning around.

"You have nothing more to do here," he said. "And get ready, because you have to answer for your actions."

Charlie cried and begged, he turned to me as if imploring for help, but I couldn't move a muscle in my body, I didn't know if it was because of terror or because the lion himself had cast some spell on me. All I could do was watch and cry. I didn't want him to leave, not like this.

They both disappeared in a halo of light and the room was plunged into darkness. I could finally move, but it was only to cry, I cried like I had never cried in my whole life.

I had to work the next day. I went, but I was apathetic, the image of the "rapture" of my angel was still in my head. I remember I immediately went to where the angel caller was, but it was gone. I searched the entire apartment, but there was no trace of it, I came to the conclusion that Levi had either destroyed it or taken it with him.

It was a horrible few weeks. I missed him, incredibly I had forged a bond with him, but now it was useless, I would never see him again. Unless I had to go to work or do some shopping or errands, I didn't leave my house, I just roared in my pain.

It was the last day of the month, I had gone out to do some shopping. I was walking down the street with my eyes on the ground. Suddenly, a hand rests on my shoulder, I raise my eyes and direct them toward the face that belonged to that hand. It was a middle-aged man, well built, very strong, with a dense beard, both the hair and the beard were black, the eyes, on the other hand, blue.

"Do you remember me?" he asked me, and I shook my head. "Maybe this will remind you."

He took out of his jacket a flute that seemed to be made of gold, then he put it to his lips and began to play it there, in the middle of the street. From the first chord, I knew what song it was, my eyes filled with tears again and I rushed to him.

"Charlie, is that you?" I was hanging on the neck of that man, who had to stop playing the flute.

"That's right." After saying it, he kissed me on the lips.

"But... What happened? I thought I would never see you again," I was stumbling over the words, confused and nervous.

"Well, they held a trial and tried to rehabilitate me unsuccessfully," he pulled me aside a little. "So they banished me from heaven. Officially, I am a fallen angel.

Despite the joy I felt, I couldn't stop my heart from squeezing. I had ruined his life.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault," I said, still with tears in my eyes. "I was selfish."

"Don't say that," I looked at him and I could see again that sweet look he had always had. "I spent the best days of my life with you, and what a long life it has been. You taught me to live, to have fun, to be myself. Also, despite what they say up there, you're not a bad person. I could see how you were trying to help your own who are still in your country, how you are a good worker, how you are trying to carve out your own future here in this country. Also how you are with your friends. You are not a bad person, on the contrary."

I hugged him again, this time with all my strength, I cried once more. I was happy, happy for him, happy for me.

"So, are you going to stay," I asked him.

"Of course.”

"So, you're not an angel anymore, I'm saying that because I'm seeing you as a human, not as a tiger."

"Let's say that now I'm a 'fallen angel', that means that I lost many of my powers, but don't worry, I can still return to my divine form, plus a few other things."

That answer comforted me. I went back to my apartment that day much more cheerful. A few days later, Charlie decided to work as a teacher in a music school (with his angel magic he made some degrees and documents that credited him as someone who studied music). Subsequently, he entered a talent contest where he won the first prize. He could not only play the flute very well but also had an impressive voice, ranging from countertenor to baritone.

Thanks to that, the band with which he played in that concert hired him for a while to make a joint album, which was an immediate success. As a result, other bands would hire him from time to time, and other times he would play as a soloist.

Through it all, our relationship didn't change at all, we are still together. Now we may not have as much time as before, but whenever we can we go out together. And of course, we have our nights of passion.