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Why was he doing this?

Even the nippy autumn air couldn’t pry Matsuo’s attention away from the flier affixed to the telephone pole. Free Praising Session? What did that mean? His mind spun without coming up with anything. It seemed promising at least; the idea of receiving a ‘huge boost in confidence’ sounded enticing upon first glance, but the longer he stared, the more he got cold feet.

First of all, there was no mention of who was performing this session at all. Not underneath the title, not on any of the slips at the bottom of the page, not in the blurb describing the event, not even hidden by the tape as it was see-through. How could one reasonably expect people to take an advertisement seriously when they can’t figure out who posted it? The fact that every slip of paper remained untouched exemplified his point beautifully.

Still, a voice in the back of his mind saw an opportunity. At barely shy of 1.5 metres tall, he was a bit of a shrimp of a water cat, a runt that a stiff wind could get the better of. His size had posed many challenges to him over his life, to the point where a boost like this was something he genuinely wished for more than once. And now one was staring him in the face. Should he go for it?

Apparently the small burst of courage that coaxed him into plucking a strip spoke on his behalf. Immediately he wondered if that was a mistake.

He could just forget it and pretend that never happened. He could crumple up the slip and toss in the trash.

Or, he could actually follow through. A growing part of his mind weighed the different arguments to be made regarding actually going to this thing. As much as the whole thing felt sketchy to him, he leaned in favour of participating. He’d just taken the first step, and while he could bow out now considering no one would be the wiser, it only felt right to him that he should keep going.

Besides, if the address on the slip was accurate, the apartment the session was hosted in was close by. What did he have to lose?

***

That was the third time Matsuo knocked on the door, his blue fur ruffling as he heard nothing from the other side. “Hello?” He tried looking through the side window to see if anyone was home, but the curtains in front offered very little for him to view. He huffed. “Maybe I should’ve trusted my gut after all.”

Just as he was about to leave, a set of footsteps stomped up to the door, pulling it open behind him. “Hey! I didn’t think anyone was gonna show up. Come in, come in.”

He stopped in an instant, his fluffy tail even frozen in place as his head whipped around to see where the voice was coming from. The sight of what appeared to be a kobold greeted him in the entrance, his reedy whiskers flaring after thinking no one lived there. Beige was certainly a colour he didn’t think scales could exist in, and to see horns growing from the top of the being’s head surprised him a bit, even more so when he realized they were curving towards him instead of away. He couldn’t look away even if he tried.

“You, uh… you good there?”

It was only when he saw the being speak that he snapped himself out of the daze he suddenly found himself in. “Uh, yeah.” He shook his head, coming back to reality. Mixed feelings about being there reared themselves again.

“Well, come in then!” And just like that he was ushered inside, barely having a moment to think about the situation he’d gotten himself into. “Alright, so what do I call you?”

“Matsuo,” he responded, his hands tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie. “You?”

The kobold smirked. “Ermengip. I’m not from around here if you couldn’t tell.”

Matsuo could only mentally shrug. “That’s a name if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Heh, I get that a lot. Come, lemme show you where the magic happens.” Without warning, Ermengip whisked him out of the foyer after barely taking off his shoes, leading him to the admittedly spacious living room for an apartment of this size.

But the arrangement of the room perplexed him. While there was a sofa, there was no TV to watch from. The table in front of the couch wasn’t a coffee table, but one meant for eating, clearly not from the same set as it sat higher than the rest of the furniture did. And more perplexing was the one third of the room that held a set of weights, situated right beside a full-length mirror that obviously didn’t belong there. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to why the room was decorated like that.

Still, he figured he ought to make the best of his circumstances. “So, about this session.”

“Yes, of course. I was just getting to that.” Ermengip excitedly skipped over to the couch, beckoning Matsuo forth. “All you need to do is just sit beside me. That’s it, that’s all! I’ll take care of the rest.”

The way in which Matsuo took his place on the sofa could only be described as uneasy, as if the expression on his face wasn’t evidence enough. His breathing quickened as discomfort set in, wondering if it was really the greatest idea to enter a stranger’s place without first consulting someone else, and also how he’d leave should something bad happen. At least he should play along for now, he thought; maybe this would turn into something good. “So I don’t do anything, huh? How does this ‘praise thing’ work then?”

That got Ermengip to purse his lips. “Admittedly, it’s a little hard to explain.” His face then lit up. “It’s best if I just show you!” That was when he grasped Matsuo’s hand in both of his, holding it tight as his grin stretched across his face.

“Uh, hi?” The abrupt nature of having his appendage snatched like that made Matsuo chuckle nervously. Was he really okay with some strange man in some strange apartment touching him like that? He thought he ought to consider the possibility of leaving as this might be the last chance to do so. “I don’t think I understand what’s going on.”

“That’s normal. Don’t worry about it.” A mischievous glint shone in Ermengip’s eyes, hidden from Matsuo’s view as the kobold looked down at the hand in his grip. “All will be revealed in time. For now just relax, kick your feet up if you wanna! You look like you need a load off of you.”

“I suppose that’s true in some way.” Matsuo’s eyes wandered, taking in the modern décor mixed with what looked to be architecture from decades past. He was thankful that this place wasn’t built recently as there wouldn’t have been any character for him to look at.

“Well, I’m impressed then because you’re doing an excellent job keeping on.”

Somehow, some way, Matsuo’s situation kept getting weirder. “How do you know? We literally just met minutes ago.” He suddenly felt hot in his hoodie and jeans in spite of feeling totally fine when he walked in.

“Ah, I can see that in you. You’re like an open book to me.”

And as soon as panic began to arise inside him, Matsuo managed to calm down a tad. “Oh, you’re like a mystic or something.” Things started to make sense for him, only for the feeling of puzzlement to climb once more as he realized the kobold wore an outfit similar to him minus the sweater. He’d have thought something more spiritual should’ve been worn, only to then realize he had no idea what that was supposed to look like. Maybe that attire was fine after all.

“You could say that.” Holding Matsuo’s hand turned into rubbing it, both back and palm were being caressed in his grasp, firm yet gentle. “And you, my good sir, are an exceptional fellow who doesn’t get told that enough.” The corners of his mouth curled. “I hope you don’t find it presumptuous for me to say that you’re doing a lot better than people give you credit for.”

A brief laugh left Matsuo’s lips. “Actually yeah, that’s pretty accurate.” To his surprise, the experience so far had cooled down dramatically. His situation wasn’t anywhere near as alarming as he initially imagined. “You sure you’re not just saying that because everyone feels that way?”

“Oh, no, I could definitely see that in you.” Ermengip’s rubbing became more intense. “It’s probably stemming from your size, is it not? That’s the energy I’m getting.”

“God, stop already.” Bringing his free hand to his face, Matsuo stifled his laughter. “Everyone my size goes through that. That’s nothing special to me.”

In contrast, Ermengip remained collected as he continued on with the session, moving up to rub against Matsuo’s forearm. “It doesn’t have to be, I just know you’re going through it. I’m gonna guess you wanna get bigger.” His eyes flicked to Matsuo’s torso, his smile becoming toothy.

“I mean, it’d be nice, but look at me! There’s no way I could—” Matsuo’s entire body froze in shock the very instant he looked down at himself. When he woke up that morning – even when sat down on the sofa – he knew what his appearance was supposed to be, and yet he now noticed the subtle presence of muscle definition through the fabric of what little of his shirt peeked through the top of his hoodie, which prompted him to investigate. He yanked his hand away to grab at himself, stunned to discover his body felt quite a bit firmer than it used to for some reason. His eyes were open so wide that it felt like he hadn’t blinked in ages.

Meanwhile, Ermengip was all smiles, evidently proud of his handiwork. “Hey look, it’s your wildest dreams coming true! Clearly all you had to do was believe in yourself.”

Alarm bells rang loudly in Matsuo’s head, reality itself suddenly upheaved in the moment he’d humoured the advertisement. With fearful eyes he glared at the kobold, his nostrils flared as a gulp sank down his throat. “What are you?”

Ermengip remained unperturbed as he stared back. “I’m an imp,” he calmly stated.

“Wait, you mean like demons and stuff?” Matsuo’s limbs moved on their own as he jumped backwards across the couch, trying to put distance between him and the otherworldly being. “There’s no way I’m okay with that!”

“Easy, easy.” As if trying to appear less threatening, Ermengip held up his hands, also demonstrating he had nothing hidden. “I’m not like that. I promise.”

That did little to assuage Matsuo’s fears. He knew what creatures along those lines were capable of – nasty little tricksters who enjoyed causing chaos. Not only did he not realize they were actually real, but apparently they also lived in his city. Being face-to-face with one wasn’t something he thought he’d be able to cross off his life’s bucket list. He could practically feel the blood rushing through his veins. “But isn’t that what you guys do?”

“Eh, I have no desire to hurt people.” Ermengip shrugged. “I just enjoy giving people a swell time on my behalf.”

Matsuo had been unable to look away from the shorter man as his fight-or-flight reflex kept him frozen in place, his hand gripping the top of the sofa trembling. “I suppose that’s something…” He didn’t know what to think at that moment. Nothing about that afternoon made sense so far, especially the imp’s reasoning behind the whole event. “So, why are you doing this to me exactly?”

“Because I can tell you’re a great guy, and you deserve it,” Ermengip said matter-of-factly.

“But,” Matsuo stammered, “I could be a terrible person in actuality. You don’t even know me!”

Hearing all the protesting had Ermengip erupt into laughter, much to the confusion of Matsuo. “I do now. All I had to do was get close to you and then I could see you for who you are.” Almost an entire minute was needed for him to settle back down, his expression just as warm as before. “I get this is unfamiliar, but I assure you that you can trust me on this. I’m not here to hurt you at all.”

To say that Matsuo was conflicted would be an understatement. This was easily the best and last chance he had to leave, just book it out the door and never look back. Allegedly – if the imp could be believed – there’d be no consequences for doing so. But this creature being as friendly as he was, could he be believed? The answer didn’t come to him right away. “So, you do this often?” He sensed control of his limbs come back to him.

“Nope, you’re my first patron!”

“Right…” A bit more at ease, Matsuo slowly retook his seat on the couch, his breathing slowing back down to normal. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead and matted his white cheek fur. “So, why don’t you do this to yourself then? You clearly have the power.”

“Because I don’t need to.” Ermengip leaned back on the armrest. “I’m plenty powerful, that’s true, but I’d rather have fun with people like you who’ve desired for this kind of situation to happen to them before. You can’t say you’re not even the least bit intrigued about what I can do.”

A breath got caught in Matsuo’s throat. “I am. I didn’t know this was even possible.”

“Oh, it’s very possible! Watch, I’ll do some more.”

Matsuo didn’t even have a second to process the conversation before he found himself beset upon by the imp once more, this time with one hand on the arm closest to the kobold and the other on his chest. But now he wasn’t nearly as freaked out. The knowledge of what this session really entailed had finally been revealed to him, which, while appreciated given that his initial questions had been answered, only brought about new ones yet to be solved.

But Ermengip was definitely the real deal as he felt the imp’s power flow through him, the energy seeping into every part of his body as his muscles slowly warmed up. Now that he knew what was happening it was less concerning, if still a bit considering this was a complete stranger doing this to him. But it started feeling good. Real good. It enticed him to relax like mentioned at the start.

“And this is what a guy like you deserves. You put in so much effort at work and don’t get rewarded, so how about I do that instead?” With an air of determined focus, Ermengip gripped the parts he was holding onto with vigour, his eyes locked where his hands were. So invested was he that he began leaning in as if to further enhance the experience.

And it paid off as Matsuo physically felt the rumblings of growth this time, not needing to discover it as the sensation could be felt across his form. The clothing he wore was baggy – normal for him at any time of the year – but it was decidedly less so with actual pectorals puffing up from his chest consuming some of the space his shirt had to offer.

At the same time, his arms tensed as they surged slightly bigger, the muscle fibres weaving tighter and into larger bunches to give him both size and strength. Having any sort of definition there floored him as he’d never been able to feel what flexing was supposed to be like. Sure, he knew how to do it, but there being an actual physical response coming from his body was brand new, never experienced before. He couldn’t help but let himself pump his limbs for a few seconds.

It wasn’t much right now, but he could sense his back getting the same treatment, certain movements feeling tighter along the cushions he leaned against. Rolling his shoulders back wasn’t as bony as he remembered, actually perceiving some level of padding that only increased as time ticked away. The discovery that his neck had grown thicker cemented his observations as verifiable fact.

“Maybe what you needed this whole time was for someone to show you how good you could look. I mean, show you as well as everyone else.” He tugged at his pants as the kobold teased him. The denim was less flexible than what he wore up top, being not as welcoming to the beef inflating his legs, even though he knew they had no choice. He couldn’t tell for sure, but it almost seemed like he was adjusting himself with every dozen pounds tacked onto them, every errant flex showing him how much huger he was getting from doing absolutely nothing. It was quite nice, actually.

The thickening of his torso also brought about the tightening of his abs, the one part of him not currently contacting any fabric. He didn’t even have to verify their existence with a touch, merely flexing his core was enough to illustrate they were there, but it didn’t hurt to check for himself. Gliding his hand over the area completely validated what his brain told him, his eyes wide in amazement that it was real. He’d never had abs before!

“Yeah, when I’m through with you, no one will realize that you used to be so small. All they’re gonna see is one good-looking dude strut his stuff everywhere he goes.” That’s when his outfit started feeling snug. Not realizing he had his eyes closed, he looked down in amazement to find that what little bulk he had before had all but exploded into verifiable musculature, the brawny definition of his pecs visible through even his hoodie. His eyes scanned the room in order to find a clock of some kind, confirming his suspicions that hardly any time had passed since he’d first sat down. It’d only been minutes and he already looked like he went to the gym everyday for several years? What else was possible?

But the pressure from his clothing kept mounting the bigger he got. Arms swollen like a bodybuilder’s made him understand how small he really was as the fabric grew taut around his newfound gains, cocooning his torso in two layers of soft material that he couldn’t take off now if he tried; he cursed himself for not predicting how quickly this would happen.

His jeans in particular were a bit of a nightmare as they had way less stretch to them, to the point where he almost considered ripping them off himself. The thought sounded funny until he considered that he might realistically have the strength to do so now.

However, he wouldn’t get that chance as his enlarging heft bloated even further, now keeping his body flush with the entirety of his outfit, his eyes widened as he didn’t know how to proceed. He wouldn’t get the chance to make a decision as seams from head to toe started to pop open from the increasing strain placed on them, his fur poking through the newly-created holes.

There wasn’t a time he could recall his clothes tearing quite like they were now. Splitting open after a fall onto something sharp, sure, but not because he outgrew them while he was wearing them. Even the act of raising an arm was enough to shear the sleeve of his hoodie off, his shirt sleeve coming along for the ride as his shoulders inflated larger. In fact, that was the reality of his attire as any random movement produced yet more noise to echo through the room, unable to accommodate his billowing beef and splitting to their basic parts.

Despite it looking like those pieces could fall off now that they weren’t attached, his burgeoning musculature made sure that they weren’t going anywhere. They were firmly fastened around his swelling form so much that any attempt to tug at them would only cause them to rip not only from having no reprieve from the relentless pressure, but also because of his increased strength. Eventually his body reached a point where his creaking muscle mass had piled up so much that his clothing then couldn’t withstand anything else and shredded to ribbons that fell messily around him as he merely watched in disbelief.

Which then persisted as he witnessed for the first time what the imp had been giving him. At the bottom of his peripheral vision were pectorals, not an illusion like his brain originally thought as he never used to have them. His hands verified that they were indeed his, and that they surprisingly couldn’t be played with very much as their densely-packed nature made them firm to the touch. A growing part of him became accepting of these changes.

And those arms; no longer were they the noodly limbs that he’d had forever, now they were packed with enough muscle mass to make gymrats jealous. He used to think if his biceps were ever the size of baseballs, then he’d be happy. They actually resembled coconuts and it thrilled him to his core. And that led to him discovering his triceps, and how they were in fact the more impressive of the two. He’d never even considered them before, now seeing firsthand that the magnitude of those croissants made his limbs before look petite. Wow, he understood why people worked out now!

“Yes, now that’s what I’m talking about!” Ermengip pumped his fist in the air.

The sudden change in attitude in the imp caught Matsuo off-guard, even though it was positive. “You’re really getting into this now.”

And that was the first time Ermengip struggled to articulate his feelings, his mouth left hanging open as nothing came out, causing a blush to develop across his beige-scaled cheeks. “So, I may or may not enjoy this as much as the other person does.” He nervously chuckled. “I’m incapable of doing so on my own, actually. You have to like it before I can.”

“And I do,” Matsuo said as flexed an arm out in front of him, noting genuine veins pop out for the first time in his life. The experience had really swung around, his enjoyment rising dramatically as he inspected his swollen physique, never thinking about how interesting something like that could be until going through it himself. And then he came across his underwear-clad junk nestled in between his bulging thighs, as inflated as the rest of him. “So, that’s not a muscle.” He looked at the kobold with a cocked brow, only to be met with the happiest grin that only an otherworldly being could muster.

“Do you care?”

Matsuo snickered. “Not really, no.”

“Then let’s keep going!”

Now both of Matsuo’s eyebrows had raised, his head jumping back slightly as he continued to stare at the imp. “More? Really? You weren’t done here?”

“ MORE! ” Ermengip wasted no time in grabbing hold of whatever he could get his mitts on, squeezing the beef in his grip as a bit of a deranged look adorned his face. Stains of sweat painted the underarms of his shirt.

Like before, power flowed into Matsuo, who wholeheartedly accepted it now. His own hands had started groping his impeccable form, fingers tracing along striations he never knew existed, exploring a body he never thought he’d possess. Every inch of him tingled with the pleasurable sensations of growth, causing several parts of him to flex in appreciation. But it was only when he pressed his back into the cushioning of the sofa did he recognize something else had changed. “Oh, now you make me taller.”

“I wanted some good proportions going first!” Ermengip started out the session as the smaller of the two, continuing to make that statement truer as time went on, not letting go for anything as his fingers splayed out because of the embiggening beef.

Matsuo couldn’t help his tongue from sticking out as he sat there and enjoyed the excitement of expanding without stopping, his reedy whiskers jostling as a shiver ripped up his spine. His body had become an ocean of blue and white fur pulled taut across musculature that put bodybuilders of every weight class to shame no matter what height he climbed to. The ecstasy brought on by growing led him to be more than content with simply sitting back and letting the magic flow through him.

And then a tear echoed through the room, drawing his attention downward. His juicy pectorals had become a bit of an obstacle in the meantime, though he didn’t need to see everything to know that his flaccid cock had punched through the fabric of his briefs, relentlessly reducing it to confetti that joined the rest of the clothing worn that day. Even his pillar had joined in on the fun by trying its best to look like a third leg, though if what the imp said was true, that might end up being a reality.

He couldn’t know for sure without any means of measurement, but he wagered a guess that he had to be closing in on the two-metre mark soon; it was really difficult to gauge without standing up. And so he tried, and nearly tumbled to the floor as only then did he realize that his centre of gravity had shifted, the amount of muscle mass pouring into his body giving him an obviously higher weight that he needed a moment to adjust to.

And Ermengip’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. “Look at you, Mr. Muscles! To think you had that in you the whole time.”

“Uh,” Matsuo face contorted in bemusement, “I had nothing to do with this.”

“Sure you did. You’re such a swell guy that this came naturally to you.”

Matsuo just scoffed. “Did you just make a pun?”

“I did, and I’m liable to do it again.” Way more energized than when he started, Ermengip eagerly ushered him over to the far side of the room. “Check yourself out!”

Matsuo took a tentative step, his mind adapting to the way his body moved with several hundred pounds more heft added to his frame, his gait modified to allow all that muscle to glide past each other without fighting for space. A breath he didn’t know he was holding slipped from his lips as his pace became faster, each step easier to take than the last. All the while his chest did its best to hide his feet from view.

Then he got to the mirror, now understanding both its true purpose and why it was full-length. And the water cat reflected back looked good, damn good if you asked him! Every aspect of him had exploded in size, his dimensions alien to him, and yet very real. He’d need time to get used to his larger proportions.

“I bet you’re enjoying the sights, but there is something else I thought you’d like to have a go with.”

Matsuo cranked his head around to see what the imp was referring to, his gaze landing upon the weights he’d forgotten about. That got the gears in his brain going. Never before had he ever wanted to try the art of weightlifting, and yet here he was, dumbbells in each hand and not feeling a thing. That surprised him given they were thirty kilograms. It was only when he went to hoist them in the air that he realized that they barely weighed anything at all to him, prompting him to switch them out for heavier ones – fifty kilos. Even these weren’t a challenge for him, but at least he felt something.

He pumped those weights with gusto, biceps rising into split peaks that bulged bigger than his head, veins snaking along the surface that popped out as his beef tensed. This was easy!

Too easy, actually, and only getting easier as the seconds ticked on. At first he figured that he must just be getting used to it, but he remembered that adapting to challenges like that didn’t come that quickly. That’s when he discovered the true culprit – Ermengip. The imp had been clutching onto his left thigh the whole time, pulsing that power into his body faster than before, his body creaking huger as a result. Fifty-kilogram dumbbells soon felt like a children’s toy as he looked more at home hauling cars.

The jump in size led to him needing to choose a larger size if he wanted a better display of his strength. He didn’t even know that weights went as high as ninety kilos, but more and more of him thought that’d be more than suitable for him now.

And they were, if not as heavy as he predicted. Which was insane to think about given how much one of these outweighed what he used to be.

But as soon as got to lifting them, he noticed how they felt lighter than when he first grabbed them, indicating that the kobold hadn’t yet stopped making him bigger. It took him by surprise until his gaze landed on the mirror and saw what he now looked like, jaw agape.

Being two metres tall was a thing of the past, now on his way to three and not stopping any time soon, grateful he hadn’t yet reached the ceiling, though he was closing in fast. And that wasn’t the only thing his eyes were drawn to as he realized he needed to take a step backwards in order to fully fit himself within the metallic silver frame, his body having gotten too wide.

Wide. That word meant something different before that moment. The people who worked out like it was their job – in some cases it was – those people were wide. But here he was making them look puny with a shoulder width somehow inching closer to what his height was, already more than halfway there, with an abdominal wall that might as well have been made out of bricks. That allowed him to surpass the four-digit mark in weight, his physique now looking more grotesque compared to what others attained, but they would appear just the same as he did had they the means of doing so. In contrast to what he thought he should’ve done at that point, he smiled.

And apparently got so excited that by what he saw that his shaft went from half-chub to full-on erection as he took in the sight of his enormity – the tip barbed – and internalized just how fuckhuge he really was. By that point his major muscle groups were comfortably heavier than his weight used to be, with some likely heavier than a growing percentage of the city’s population. His chest continued to encroach on his muzzle’s territory, bumping into his chin as they rampaged the space around them, fighting with arms verging on the size of beach balls as they were steadily pushed away.

Watching that all unfold in real time is what got him to look down at the man who made it all possible, the grin across his face cheekier than it had been that afternoon. “I bet you wish you were as strong as me right now.” The cocky smirk he got in return was to be expected. What he didn’t expect, however, was the kobold stopping the growth in order to suddenly hoist him off his feet by his calves, not even breaking a sweat. He gulped. “Point taken.”

Being placed back down on the ground wasn’t as graceful as he anticipated it to be, his soaring weight impacting the hardwood with a thud as his body braced for support, jostling whatever stood free, which included those kettle bells he called nuts. The idea that testosterone factories like that were possible on a person without some horrible side effect revved up his libido hard.

Which had Matsuo feeling the effects of all those hormones raging through his very being, his heart fluttering as the fiery inferno of lust hit him hard. He’d never quite felt this way before. Sure, he’d had his fair share of horny thoughts, but not to this degree, and never while looking at himself. And yet he couldn’t pry his eyes away from his swollen reflection, not that he wanted to. No, this tickled him harder than anything else did. He wouldn’t stop, not when it was just getting good.

His hands had jumped to his length without him knowing, only discovering that fact when their mere touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through his nervous system, his cockflesh having grown far more sensitive than it ever was before. It only enticed him to continue.

And both hands were needed as that pole of his couldn’t be encircled with just one. Slowly they bobbed along at first, picking up speed with every euphoric grunt that leapt from his throat, his fingers gradually splaying out as they slickened with preseed. All that fuckmeat just throbbed in his grip, helped along by his hips bucking into his grasp. There wasn’t any way he was going to last long.

With an embarrassingly needy cry, he slammed his hands to the base of his crotch at the same time his balls pulled up, his prick pumping out what had to have been more than a gallon of seed, painting the mirror in a slimy, pearlescent coat that dripped down the reflective surface to pool on the floor below. Several more volleys launched from his cumpipe, only for his pillar to be angled upwards and splattering all that jism against the wall, joining the rest of it on the hardwood.

By far, that was the most intense orgasm of his life, and it had him feeling pretty damn spectacular that it even happened at all. He must have shot off multiple years’ worth of cum in that moment – the exact number he wasn’t sure, but more than one seemed right to him – and it left him utterly exhausted and wanting to take a breather.

At least, it was supposed to.

Lo and behold his refractory period was all but nonexistent, fatigue having never set in to force him to settle down and rest. In fact, his breathing was incredibly normal given what he’d just been through.

That meant his engorged meatlog had stayed tumescent even after jerking off. He couldn’t help but marvel at its rigidity.

“Wow, now that’s a body you deserve!” Ermengip exclaimed. “I bet you could punch a hole through the wall with that thing.”

To hear that made Matsuo blush a deep crimson red. “Okay, well, I wouldn’t go that far. I’m not the destructive kind.”

“What about your clothes?”

“As I recall, that was your doing.” Matsuo pointed at the now pint-sized kobold.

Ermengip stared at him for a moment before giggling. “Fair.” His expression then turned as impish as he was. “Don’t go thinking I’m done, by the way.”

Matsuo’s face dropped. “Not done? I’m huge! How much bigger do you want me to get?!”

“Ninety kilograms isn’t even the heaviest I’ve got. Those suckers go up to five hundred!”

That stuck out to Matsuo as odd considering he lifted what he thought were the biggest dumbbells, prompting him to double-check. He was correct in observing that they were physically the largest available for him to heft, however, that didn’t mean they were the weightiest. Immediately succeeding them were smaller ones with a higher number painted on the ends, which then continued the pattern, rising higher and higher until he confirmed the existence of five-hundred-kilo dumbbells, much to his shock. He knew for a fact conventional gyms didn’t stock anything that heavy, so it being here completely floored him.

And yet…

Ermengip went back to clinging onto his rippling thigh, burying his face amidst the bulging musculature. “Yeah, you got the right idea! Show those things who’s boss.”

Now, what Matsuo just did should’ve been impossible – even the most dedicated of gym rats struggled lifting five hundred kilograms with their entire bodies, let alone one hand. But not him. He was in a league of his own, confirming that when each hand held a dumbbell, grunting as the weight proved to be an actual challenge. Heaving it upwards was a herculean task that required his full concentration.

Teeth gritted, nostrils flared, veins bulging along forearms that could tear a steel cable to its individual strands – he was genuinely attempting to do to those weights what he could do to all the others, and beginning to wonder if it was even possible. His entire upper body tensed as a result of trying to overcome the force of gravity.

And then he noticed progress. Slight to start, but the metal weights visibly moved, inching higher into the air the more pressure he applied.

And then they moved even further.

And then further still.

And then suddenly they were curled as much as his bloated biceps would allow, with him in disbelief that he accomplished it. Another rep was needed to verify that he could actually do it, and it wasn’t until about halfway through the motion that he realized that those dumbbells were being hoisted rather fluidly.

His eyes weren’t deceiving him; lifting five hundred kilograms with each hand was becoming as trivial to achieve as lifting thirty.

And it was only when his concentration had fully broken that he uncovered the reason – his body had grown even bigger.

He had to double take when his biceps, in his mind, jumped to the size of wrecking balls, his chest even huger than that as boulders now seemed like an offensive comparison. Looking around became difficult as so much bulk piled onto his back that it exploded in magnitude, now jutting out in an attempt to consume all the space it could, his traps in particular swallowing his neck and rising to the top of his head. Such muscularity was unthinkable to him until he possessed it.

“See? I knew you could do it!” Plastered across Ermengip’s face was a lust-driven look, his hands having remained in place throughout the entire set. The tent poking out his pants illustrated his deepest desires.

Matsuo then grew aware of the increase in mystical energy gushing into him, his hypermuscled form pulsing ever larger in all dimensions with every beat of his heart. He no longer fit within the bounds of the mirror again, but judging from how little was reflected, he figured he might have to back up across the room in order to look at himself again.

His eyes then wandered down to the dumbbells he was carrying, forgetting he was even holding them as their paltry weight didn’t even register with him any more. They might as well have been twigs picked up from outside.

But then he got to wondering just how strong this body of his actually was. Clearly those weights were made of something super dense in order to be that small, but he’d overcome them. An idea formed in his head as he brought them to his incomparable pectorals, hastily shoving them into his sweaty valley so deep that there was no chance for them to drop, and then tensed his chest as hard as he physically could. It amazed him that he didn’t feel their presence even though he knew they were there.

And then once a few seconds had passed he let go, letting out the breath he held as the newly-formed metal disks crashed into the floor at his feet, smashing the hardwood upon impact as it wasn’t rated to support dropping a ton of weight on top of it.

In fact, his exponentially growing weight was becoming more and more of a problem for the floor as cracks formed wherever he stepped, his heels where his mass was concentrated.

That got him horny beyond belief.

The rising lack of space around him made it hard to tend to his aching erection, with him just about touching multiple walls at once, prompting him to back up to where the couch was. His hands refused to be pried away from an obelisk encroaching on the size of a tree trunk. More and more his fingers massaged his throbbing flesh, tugging along the monumental length as it surged beyond the top of his pecs to force itself into view before climbing ever further. Following the trajectory of his cock’s growth had him momentarily lose his balance.

The sofa never stood a chance.

Ass cheeks that could flatten a tank cratered the floor below, having demolished the wood meant to protect the foundation, which gained a fracture that traveled several metres underground. A splintered wooden frame and barbed metal did nothing to dimpled glutes that could render diamonds to dust with an errant flex, their presence all but nonexistent as his attention was directed to his colossal crotch cannon.

And all the while the miniscule imp kept clinging onto him, an audience to this most unexpected ascension, and the driver behind it. Those hands never left him, pumping constant unadulterated horny energy into his gargantuan physique with no reason to stop. Not that he minded, of course.

More and more his body expanded as if that was its sole purpose, his abs putting cinder blocks to shame as they too expanded. What he used to look like was difficult to recall as his form was flooded with unrelenting pleasure battering his very soul, every touch from both of them contributing to the deluge.

As much as his height dwarfed what it was when he woke up that morning, the top of his head wasn’t the tallest point on his body anymore. That distinction belonged to his titanic traps, which closed the gap between him and the ceiling, his meaty frame easily being the winner should the two entities clash. He paid it no mind as his primary goal was exclusively to get himself off.

That kobold appeared to be an endless source of the power making him the behemoth he was, and it had him wondering if it was possible for the well to run dry. The walls he tried so hard to avoid were well on their way to welcoming him back, his toes just touching the side opposite to him before pushing through the drywall, spurring him to bend his knees to ensure everything above him didn’t come crashing down on top of him, even if he wouldn’t have felt it. Demolition was never an aspiration of his.

But his overly-swollen orbs might not have gotten that memo as they filled themselves to the brim with what had to have been an Olympic swimming pool’s worth of frothy catbatter, eagerly awaiting the moment he was able to crack the dam open and let the torrent free. He wanted it, no, needed it, and was doing everything he could to achieve it.

Hands nowhere near able to even think about enclosing themselves around a cock that could drill into the earth for oil furiously zoomed along the length, lubricated by a nonstop flow of precum spewing from the head of his barbed rod that let them glide over the angry veins that supplied his tool with all the nutritious blood needed to stay erect. Breathy grunts battered his pectorals as their immensity pressed into his face, his nostrils unearthing his heady scent that implanted itself on his brain and only enticed him further. There’d be no holding this back.

All the while the little imp kept fastened to Matsuo’s ever-growing bulk, grinding that comparatively tiny cock into his mammothian quad. So much masculine essence had been infused into his very being that his arms were continuously pushed farther and farther away from his inflated form, which made it fortuitous that his pillar grew at the same rate so that he could relish in the ecstasy of pleasuring himself.

But release was imminent. Too great was the pressure building up in his lower half, his taint bigger than a car and bulging so hard that it destroyed what little of the table his balls didn’t smash. It was then that the mother of all orgasms reared its head, forcing its presence to be known as his jerking slowed down, his breathing laboured, and his eyes having trouble staying open. All he could do was sit there as the euphoria consumed him and let loose the load of a lifetime.

Muffled by his chest was a cry – more of a roar as he was rocked by pleasure – the signal that heralded a veritable tsunami of creamy spunk that flooded the apartment, not only in the living room, but also spreading across the kitchen floor beside him, as well as the back hallway leading to every other room. There’d be no doubt he’d leave a layer of cum that was level across the place.

Every volley of jism was the size of a small pond, smacking against the opposite wall as it coated everything. Literally everything. Not one square inch of that side of the room remained uncovered by his output. And that was the part of the living room that contained everything electronic, which meant none of it would work again unless someone knew how to fix cum-soaked gadgets.

White-hot jizz continued to rise up the sides of his overmuscled legs, the substance matting his blue fur as he stayed reeled from the gratification of climax. His entire body had tensed as a result of the mind-blowing pleasure, face thoroughly buried in his chest as he breathed in nothing but the intoxicating aroma of his own hypertrophic masculinity. So inundated he’d become that he was essentially frozen in place, unable to move as his bulk prevented him, his musculature flexing twice as big as it did at rest. And yet he didn’t complain, not that he could.

Sexual bliss turned the minutes to hours as his fattened cum tanks did everything in their power to rid themselves of their produce, taking what felt like an eternity to finally get his flow to trickle to a crawl. His pelvis flexed as he sensed the last remnants struggle to get out, his dick nearly scraping the ceiling when it shot straight up.

But it was done, and he was sated. The lack of exhaustion allowed him to open his eyes right away and survey the damage, his cheeks glowing red when he noticed how much of the stuff in the apartment was floating amidst his spunk.

Like the imp, for instance.

Composure having returned to him, he took one of his mighty arms and plucked the kobold from the lake of his musky jizz, placing the little beast on top of his pecs where he saw him sputter before rousing awake. Someone overestimated their capabilities.

Ermengip pushed himself to his feet before looking down at his clothing soaked in seed, ultimately shrugging. “So, I got a bit carried away. That’s my bad.”

“Bit of an understatement there.” Matsuo chuckled, his heaving chest throwing the imp around. It was then that his gaze went back to the state of the room, noting how everything that used to be functional wasn’t, purely because of him. His ears drooped as he let out a heavy sigh. “Hey, uh, I’m really sorry about the apartment.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s not mine.”

Matsuo’s four reedy whiskers stood on end. “What do you mean it’s not yours?”

“I looked online and it said no one was living here.”

In complete contrast to how a colossus of his calibre should be behaving, Matsuo panicky flails sent waves of cum splashing through the room. His mind spun as exits he recognized earlier no longer existed thanks to all the tonnage he now sported. “How am I gonna get out of here?!” He stared at the kobold, eyes wide and hopeful for an answer he liked.

Ermengip grimaced as he scanned the area. “So, you know how you said you weren’t one for destruction?”