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The tender scent of wheatgrass filled your nostrils as you trekked along the path to Waterdeep, the afternoon sun giving you levity that the midday wouldn't. Too often you had to stop for a breather as the heat of noon beat down on you, your cloth robe wicking as much sweat away as it could manage before becoming saturated, leaving you wishing your dragonborn heritage left you impervious to perspiration. Alas, you had no such luck.

But you didn't mind the journey today as your party had a special guest in tow. Carried by the orc barbarian was a kobold wearing suspiciously fashionable clothing, a bandit leader your group had apprehended as requested by a merchant of Waterdeep, where you were headed. You hadn't been before. Thoughts about what splendours you might find in the cosmopolitan city filled your head, awash with luxuries you could only dream of after spending so much time on your feet. You had long wished you met the merchant there instead of on the side of some road in the middle of nowhere.

At least it wasn't all bad. The company you kept entertained you while you traveled, allowing you to regale each other with tales from before you met. The orc, Buck, loved to talk, while your friend Blue, a wizard, loved to listen.

Well, you knew he would be doing more of that if he wasn't so incensed at his fellow kobold.

“I hope those ropes hurt." Blue glared daggers at the bandit even though the other kobold faced the opposite direction.

The bandit gulped. “They could be a little looser. My wrists and ankles are getting sore." His attempts to be affable were cut off by him yelping as the orc held him tighter over a shoulder.

“Not a chance. I've played this game many times in my life, and I promised myself I'd only lose once." Buck's fingers dug behind the taut ropes for extra insurance.

Blue then turned to you. “Red, do you happen to see the city by perchance?" Hope flavoured his voice.

While the idea of confirming was what you wanted to express, you had no choice but to tell him how you couldn't see any of the recognizable features you'd heard so much about before. Excitement for both collecting a bounty and reaching such a fabled destination compelled you to keep going, but exhaustion made the trip increasingly unbearable.

Though it did strike you as unexpected to hear Buck be the first to voice any discomfort. “Given that I'm feeling my energy nearing its minimum, I'm assuming the two of you are ready for a rest."

“I've been waiting for someone to mention that." Blue nearly collapsed on the spot, groaning as he stretched his blue-scaled legs along the ground. Apparently he didn't mind his own cloth robe getting covered in dirt.

With your cohorts ready to call it a day, you comment that the clearing up ahead would make for a good place to set up camp. You heard no arguments for the contrary. With that, the three of you spent a fair chunk of time assembling your sleeping quarters, each temporary domicile being erected as the sun dipped below the horizon. Of course you offered no such reprieve for the bandit; each of you concurred he was fine as he was.

The campfire you made crackled brilliantly against the night sky, the light playing off shadows formed by the moon hanging overhead. You all found topics to converse about that made time tick faster, talking at length until you all felt the weight of slumber creep up. Sleep was important; you had another long day of walking ahead of you, and you needed all the energy you could get.

“I don't suppose you could untie me before you head off to sleep? I promise I won't go anywhere!" The bandit pleaded, mercifully having been placed by the smouldering remains of the fire for warmth.

“Quiet, you," Blue immediately snapped back. “You make us look bad."

With your eyes refusing to stay open any longer you take your spot in your tent, wrapping yourself in the sleeping bag you hauled with you from when you began your adventures. The few holes you'd poked through it since first setting off told you that perhaps it was time for a new one.

You made a note to worry about that when you got to Waterdeep.

***

Warm sunlight blanketed the landscape as a breeze rolled through the meadow you slept in, disturbing the morning dew beaded across each blade of grass. The fire had long since been extinguished, with only a few embers active amongst the sea of charcoal, the smell of burnt wood one of the more pleasant aromas experienced over the last few days. While the farm your party came across the other evening was a great place to stock up on goods and equipment, no one cared for the dung heaps piled behind the barns.

Blue was the first to wake, clasping a hand over his muzzle in a futile attempt to stifle a yawn. Beams of light filtered through the tent opening to land on his face, the disturbance enough to keep him awake in spite of how comfortable he was, leading him to push himself onto his elbows before stumbling to his feet trying to free himself from the confines of his bedroll. His own sleeping bag was the same size as everyone else's, unable to find one in a size that better fit his smaller stature.

The area chosen to camp out at was uneven in its allotment of usable land, meaning his shelter wasn't next to the others and that he had to walk for at least a minute if he wanted to talk with the others. It was then that he noticed Buck making his way out into the open clearing, the telltale signs of drowsiness evident on his face, unable to quite shake off the torpor. “Morning."

“Good morning," Blue responded. “Hope your night was more restful than mine. I tossed and turned a lot."

“It feels like I was in some kind of fight. Obviously that's not the case, but my body is fatigued like I was."

Blue just snorted. “Hmm, odd." The need to fully stretch his legs had him itching to go for a walk around the perimeter of the camp, but his intentions were foiled upon hearing a call of distress come from his larger companion.

“What the hell?!"

That got Blue to whip his head where Buck looked. Normally, the orc was the one who saw it all. He'd been through a lot, meaning nothing tended to surprise him anymore, so to hear him blurt out anything in sheer bewilderment genuinely meant something was gravely wrong. What caught his attention wasn't immediately obvious, but following the lumbering barbarian revealed something not even he was prepared for. “What in the world…"

Their esteemed guest, the kobold bandit leader, no longer resembled himself. The ropes that held his limbs together lay in pieces around him, as did the clothes he likely stole of some traveling vendor. In the midst of the shredded chaos, however, was the sight of a gold-scaled mound of hulking muscle mass, the flesh appearing as if like a statue carved by an expert sculptor, the crease between each bulging hill chiseled to perfection.

And if that wasn't bizarre enough, the bandit also sported an impossibly massive set of genitals that jutted from his crotch in a grotesque display of virile kobold masculinity, that phallus nearly eye-level with the orc while those testicles audibly groaned with the production of seminal fluid.

Buck could hardly believe his eyes. He'd come across magic many times in his life before, and while he wasn't much of a user himself, he'd never seen anyone do that to themselves by accident or on purpose, let alone having heard of the ability to conjure up such a spell. His mind raced with some sort of feasible reason for the monstrous spectacle. “Wizard, explain."

With his jaw practically fallen to the ground, all Blue could do was sputter nonsense. He gripped his head in shock. “How in the world could you possibly have me explain this?"

“With words, preferably."

“Not once in my many years of either study or adventuring have I ever come across a peculiarity such as this." Blue circled the other kobold with wide-eyed bemusement. Frantically he paced with urgency in his step, inspecting the muscleblob's limbs in a need to uncover an answer to this most puzzling of mysteries.

“Well, if you've ever wanted to discover something new, you're now in luck."

“This was far from what I had in mind." Fingers stroking his scalp, Blue sat there deep in thought, the gears in his brain working in overtime attempting to piece together what happened in the dead of night with very little evidence. After an extended moment he let go of the breath he'd been holding, flustered at the lack of a conclusion. “Is he… dead?"

“No, look. His chest is moving."

For all that he investigated and probed the bandit's now-enormous body, Blue completely failed to see the unmistakable sign of breathing, watching the other reptilian's pectorals rise high above his head in a scene that melted the logical part of his brain.

But that wasn't all. An errant glance to his right showed the veins snaking along the other kobold's manhood pulse rhythmically. Indeed, the bandit's phallus was alive and well like the rest of him was, definitively indicating the man miraculously hadn't perished under the weight of all that musculature.

“I got a question." Buck took a seat beside the wizard. “If he's alive, that should mean he can hear us. Shouldn't he be saying something right now to show that he's still with us instead of us having to do all this guesswork?"

“There could be too much mass in the way to let that happen. I can't say I know a whole lot about the inner workings of a person's body – kobold or otherwise – but I can say for certain that I can't see his head. It's likely buried in there." Unhappy with their current predicament, Blue huffed as he rested his chin on his fist. “What do we do to transport him? Can you carry him still?"

“I mean, I can always try." Buck pushed himself to his feet, digging his hands underneath the gold-scaled kobold as he readied his posture. With a mental countdown he pushed his bent knees upward, loudly grunting as he heaved his arms up, every part of his body tensing from the inconceivable weight of the bandit that he simply couldn't budge. “Okay, I might be strong, but I'm nowhere near strong enough for this." Several beads of sweat raced down his green-skinned face as he stepped back to view the immobilized man in full.

The two of them shared a moment of silence as they stared at the unusual sight before Blue snapped his fingers, his face lighting up. “There are wagons that travel back and forth down this road. We've passed and been passed by many just getting this far. If we flag one down, we might be able to collect our bounty yet." Proudly, he stood up, dusting his robe with his clawed mitts. There was no guarantee that his plan would come to fruition as every traveller they came across could just say no, but the orc's arm gripping his body tight told him right away that he wasn't the only one who liked the thought.

“Say, that's not a bad idea! We can tell Red all about it when he wakes up."

You hadn't yet woken. All of this was going on outside your tent and you were still sound asleep. What could you possibly have been doing this whole time? Were you still wrestling with your dreams?

***

Tendrils of crimson red continued to swirl around you, the unfamiliar void you found yourself in still having not released you. You weren't sure what realm this was. Barely anything you attempted while in this strange abyss had effect, the most simply producing enough light to see in front of you, trying to make out what lay ahead, walking around until you met… something.

You couldn't be sure what appeared in front of you, but it looked vaguely humanoid. The wisps of dark energy composing its being coalesced into an outlandish-looking visage, one monstrously larger than the average person, and not in just height. The entity possessed size beyond size, a grotesque display of what one might call muscularity given how it presented itself. You weren't anywhere near the thing, and yet you could make out how its chest barreled out into a preposterous set of mounds that for some reason reminded you of a wagon, while its arms bulged out into a ludicrous spectacle that wouldn't have seemed real if you weren't witnessing it for yourself. Those limbs looked thicker than Buck's waist!

If this is what you were to consider as a dream, you'd probably call yourself a madman.

This whole experience had to have been the work of that tome. You told yourself that even browsing the book might not have been a good idea, let alone rifling through its pages, however, as the only person in the party who was well-versed in the language in which it was written, your natural curiosity led you to peruse the piece of work while your friends were preoccupied with solving a riddle they said they didn't need you for.

You should've protested. You should've said that you could've provided valuable information that would've led to the answer far sooner than what they achieved. There was no way for you to know that for a fact, but you kicked yourself for not fighting harder to be included. So instead you spent your time reading a book you immediately told yourself not to.

And look where that got you – face-to-face with a shadowy figure many times your size that wouldn't let you wake.

You had no idea what its intentions were, but it attempted to make a bond with you earlier. An energy built up inside you, your mind still reeling from your spirit being invaded so easily, the event most disturbing. The weird thing about it was how invigorated it made you feel. Nevertheless, you had no idea what the sensation was meant to be, and you thought on your feet about how to deal with it.

With how you were able to affect others with your magic you redirected the spell towards whoever happened to be closest to you, which in your mind you believed was the bandit. A part of you felt relieved that a connection was made instantaneously and that whatever essence supposed to be pumped into you was discharged elsewhere, but you had no idea what the magic's purpose was, and it had you wondering if you even made the right decision.

And while you couldn't make out any facial features, you knew the being was pleased with itself. It did what it set out to do. Apparently it didn't need to be against you, which made you uneasy, wondering what exactly you were fighting here. Even though you couldn't see the results of what the figure accomplished, you could feel it as that magic pulsed out from you and into the bandit.

But that made you realize you couldn't put anyone else in danger. You were the one to make the mistake of reading the tome, which meant you now knew you needed to face this foe head-on if you wanted any chance of a reprieve.

It almost seemed like the demon – or whatever it was – sensed that. The figure morphed slightly, remaining humanoid like it was, but taking on a reptilian visage that appeared familiar in a way.

And then you understood why – that was you. The being took on your form, and you couldn't be certain if that was meant to be ironic or symbolic in some sense. All you could see is what you'd look like if your body gave up its natural inhibitors for size. It made you shudder.

The demon held out a hand like it did before, only this time was different as, unlike the previous attempt, you couldn't deflect the spell it casted into someone else even if you wanted to. Whatever plans it had in store for you, it made sure you were the only one going to endure it.

Not knowing what its intentions were engendered unease in you, stress coursing through your veins as its eyes remained locked to yours. You had to uncover its motive. Being on the backfoot was never something you enjoyed, and considering you didn't fully understand what kind of location you were trapped in, any information felt helpful.

You made an Arcana check to reveal the demon's goal.

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Arcana

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Difficulty Class:

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35

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1d20:

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17

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Intelligence:

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+1

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Arcana Proficiency:

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+4

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Guidance (+1d4):

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+2

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Intelligence Check:

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24

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FAILURE

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What power was this?! The start of your adventure felt like a recent memory, having barely been out in the world as long as many other travelers. Your boots were hardly dirty, and already you were stacked against a foe far stronger than anything you'd faced up to that point. It almost made you want to complain about how unfair the proposition of taking on something so mighty really was, but you shook the thought out of your head, knowing full well there was no one around to hear your cries of injustice.

The entity took that opportunity to strike, streaming energy into you from some unseen source.

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Imbue with Muscle

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Difficulty Class:

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39

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1d20:

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12

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Saving Throw:

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12

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FAILURE

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You gasp in awe at the sheer intensity of the shadow being's strength, able to overcome what should've been your chance to avert the attack. Instead the essence inside you multiplied. You felt it saturate every part of your body, your nerves alight with anxiety as you were no steps closer to figuring out what it wanted from you, your muscles involuntarily tensing as a result.

At least, you thought your muscles were tensing from being anxious.

What the real culprit was, you discovered as your clothing began drawing taut. A puzzled glance down at your arm showed you the sleeve to your linen shirt held onto more of you than when you went to bed. You nearly choked on your surprise.

A careful touch indicated your eyes were telling the truth. Your bicep forced the material to contour no matter which way your limb moved. You couldn't believe it. You wouldn't believe it! When the tome had mentioned a being of unimaginable strength, the immediate first thing you pictured in your mind was someone with unfathomable power capable of commanding armies to do whatever it was they wanted, not something literally more muscular than anyone else in existence.

And its goal was to infuse you with that same level of muscle mass that it possessed? You now wished you read more of the book so you could understand why that was important to the entity.

All over your physique grew, from your chest forcing your collar to have something to now show, to your thighs uncomfortably grinding against the fabric of your pants. Were you not still ostensibly a sorcerer with all the studies you'd completed and the specific attire you wore, someone else might mistake you as perhaps a fighter or a paladin.

The demon struck again, and since you were far too preoccupied with investigating the changes taking place across your reptilian frame, you had no way of preparing yourself for a second attack.

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Imbue with Muscle

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Difficulty Class:

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42

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1d20:

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3

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Saving Throw:

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3

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FAILURE

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Again the magic raged into your system, infusing you with strength beyond what you'd ever wanted.

The moment you felt that power congregating in your muscles was the moment you heard a tear come from your top. Eyes wide as saucers, you pinpointed the exact spot where the rip occurred, discovering a noticeable gap in the seam around one shoulder that was soon matched with near mirror precision. No matter how much you tried to fight it, there was nothing for your mind to latch onto, merely ending up a passenger in your own body watching some entity swell your body with some sort of muscle magic.

Other areas of your shirt followed suit, the material far from able to keep up with your billowing physique. So much bulk filled out your chest that you resembled other dragonborn you'd come across in your travels, ones who'd honed their bodies for either physical labour or combat, having spent years doing so. That caused you to feel weird given how you equalled their size without having to lift a finger.

Your back also made things difficult for your top, having pulled the fabric away from your front as the different muscle groups blimped with heft materializing out of nowhere. The hemmed collar to your shirt became the latest casualty as sizable rips formed where your newfound traps grew in, not equipped to deal with someone leaping several sizes in the span of a few seconds. This all felt so real in spite of this clearly being some kind of dream dimension.

And then a tear sounded out below your belt. You whipped your head down to see what the commotion was – having to crane your swelling neck past your bulging pectorals – and determined that the basket of your pants began to give out, your breath getting caught in your throat. In all the time you'd been examining yourself, you failed to realize that the demon had more in store for you than what was initially understood. A tentative touch of your enhanced package revealed how real it was.

You officially encroached onto Buck's territory with a body this big and muscular.

A jolt of energy flooding into your form shook you from your engrossment with your blossoming genitals, alerting you to another barrage of essence coming your way. You were ready this time.

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Imbue with Muscle

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Difficulty Class:

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46

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1d20:

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18

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Saving Throw:

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18

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FAILURE

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And it was all for naught. Somehow, someway, this demon was simply too powerful for you to take on, leaving you more than a little afraid of what your chances in this fight realistically were. You'd never been in a position like this before, and it left your soul convulsing with apprehension.

Another rip resonated through the void, this one far more powerful. You followed the sound to your leg where quadriceps that you never particularly regarded before had suddenly exploded out of your increasingly fragile pants. You'd never seen this magnitude of muscularity on a person before, and if it wasn't being transferred to you for a reason you didn't understand, you might have thought it to be interesting for the sole purpose that you didn't comprehend a being like you could even get that large in the first place.

Your other pant leg didn't fare any better, shredding down towards your boot as muscle mass piled on uncontrollably. Watermelons would weep in terror at what your thighs had become, the massive fruits now dwarfed by legs only seen on beasts out in the wild, needing the size to carry their tremendous bodies across great distances. For what purpose would you require such immensity?!

As the structural integrity of your pants rapidly diminished, it led to your phallus punching right through into the open air, not relenting to anything in its path. That paved the way for testicles bigger than your head to follow. How was any of this even possible? And why would anyone actively want a set of genitals too unwieldy for any sort of sexual relations? Whoever created or became this demon had a multitude of questions being sent its way that you innately knew would never be answered.

And then to top everything off, the shirt you wore as part of your sorcerer's ensemble disintegrated from the violent expansion of your torso, leaving the robe it belonged to plummeting to the ground around your feet. You shook your head in disbelief, not thinking your eyes were telling the truth about what they relayed to your brain.

But you knew they would never lie to you. Your body had destroyed clothing that always felt a smidge too big for you to truly fit your lithe frame, yet you thought that comfortable considering how much had to move around.

Now you possessed a physique that would put any barbarian to shame. You never wanted this, but you still had it. What would a person of your talents want with a chest that could reduce rocks to rubble if placed between the slabs of meat you were meant to call pecs? Or arms that could rip a steel door from its hinges? Or legs that could kick down brick walls? Or a cock that could penetrate the earth itself?

Oh, why did it have to stiffen when you thought of that?

***

“What do we do?"

“What could we possibly do?" Blue frantically flipped through one of the books he carried with him, scouring through the pages as fast as his fingers could manage. “I consider us lucky to have discovered Red before the same affliction immobilized him like the bandit, but I'm not seeing anything written down even remotely related to our current situation. Myomancy was never an expertise taken seriously. We'd likely have to go out of our way to find a solution to our problem, one in another part of the world."

Buck's face twisted into a grimace as he regarded you, your body having busted through both the clothes you wore and the bedroll you slept in. He knew from the scraps held in his hands that there was no putting any of it back together. “There's really nothing in there that can help us?"

Blue shut the book with a huff, a cloud of dust briefly forming before disappearing again. “Let's just say my mentors were ill-equipped to deal with a scenario such as this." A palm rubbed the side of his face as he carried the book under his other arm. “I'll have a look through my other tomes in the hopes I find something. If an idea to help Red springs into your mind, have at it."

***

What twisted mockery of a person was this being making you become? Mobility slowly evaporated the more mass you took on, unable to do anything about it other than accept it all. You huffed in disbelief as one hand palmed a bicep from the same arm, never before having seen someone else do it, yet now here you were, casually performing the feat as if it was something you'd done countless times before. So thick had your arms become that each of them made what used to be the size of your torso seem dainty in comparison.

And your shaft only kept growing. It slithered up your broad trunk, throbbing with need as blood rushed its way, allowing it to expand beyond anyone's wildest fantasies into an endowment bigger than some creatures you'd encountered in your travels. If its heightened sensitivity didn't make its surging size feel so good, you might have already lost yourself to anguish.

Surely that was it though, right? What else could it want with you? You'd already made the largest of warriors look meek with a chest the size of a giant's packed onto a body many magnitudes smaller, those mounds permanently taking up residence in your peripheral vision. Not to mention the growing battering ram between your legs poking up from underneath your pectorals.

But the demon looked to be winding up for another attack. This time, however, you were prepared, having understood what the monster was capable of and knowing exactly how it affected you. Surely this time you could overcome this foe!

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Imbue with Muscle

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Difficulty Class:

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51

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1d20:

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19

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Saving Throw:

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19

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FAILURE

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It was as if you'd never undergone any magical training at all. Never in your life had you resisted an enemy quite this powerful, one you barely knew anything about, one that only seemed to get stronger the more you did, yet your increasing strength couldn't do anything to stop it as you never learned the ways of the physical arts like other adventurers had. You were at an utter loss for words.

Which didn't matter to the shadowy entity in the slightest. In an instant it had you in the same invisible grasp of might, bestowing upon you muscularity you never asked for as your hide continued to stretch around it.

A sudden moment of worry hit you as you discovered you had trouble looking around when you never did before. Reaching your hands to your neck as much as they could revealed the reason why – muscles you'd heard were called your trapezius had overtaken your neck, rising up to your jawline in an outlandish presentation of dragonborn hypermasculinity.

But that was only the start.

The rest of your back followed suit, the peaks of the other muscle groups soaring higher than what you considered possible, resembling a mobile mountain range that only attracted more mass that the figure kept pumping into you. Untold amounts of powerful essence saturated your bloating frame. The demon's whims curled around your limbs, pulsing into your billowing flesh that continued to tense bigger with every second that ticked on. You struggled sensing where your innate magical ability ended and where the other being's began.

The longing to wake up from this unrelenting nightmare grew as you did.

***

A flurry of pages flipped through Blue's trembling fingers as he rifled through an old tome. “I-I don't know what to say," he whimpered, his voice painted by hysteria. “This is beyond my understanding of the world. For once in my life, I can't think of what to do!" He snapped the book shut, gripping onto the covers tight with his claws as his eyes remained glued to your swelling body. While the two of you weren't quite the same species, your shared attributes were enough to conjure an image of the same thing happening to him, filling him with dread.

Which contradicted what his orcish companion showed, much to his annoyance. “Do you seriously not see this as a problem like I do?"

In spite of the dire circumstances, Buck remained composed as you kept his rapt attention. He clicked his tongue, gaze shifting to the kobold, a strange calm emanating from him. “I might have a way to help us with the situation at hand."

Blue's expression flipped in a matter of seconds, hope rushing through his veins for the first time since waking up. He stared at your throbbing erection gradually being pushed upright by so much sinewy bulk piling onto your widening frame. “And what might that be?" The thought of a prospective solution split his mouth into a happy grin, his head flicking to his party member. That was when his face dropped. Staring back at him was the orc, but a reciprocative smile revealed fangs far too long for someone of his race. It was as if all the blood rushed from Blue's face as a preventative measure. “How long were you prepared to keep that from us?"

“Until I decided it was fortuitous enough for me to disclose the secret." Buck's tone held onto its gruff demeanour. “So, likely never."

“I see." It took Blue many attempts to turn the information revealed to him into something unthreatening, leaving him shocked that his compatriot shrouded a hidden origin from the group for so long, while also a tad bothered that it never came up until that very moment. Nevertheless, he knew it was something they could work with. “What exactly is your plan here?"

Buck cleared his throat, stepping to his feet as his view jumped between you and the wizard. “The basic idea is that, by sucking the blood from our dear friend here, his muscles will have less of the stuff to pump themselves with, and will then shrink as a result."

Well, in an offbeat way that logic appeared sound, leaving Blue amazed at the proposal, if still curious at the proposal. “And you're certain that will work?"

“How should I know? Do you think I've seen this before?"

Despite Blue's mouth opening to say something, no words came out. He scoffed, hands clenching his book less firmly, his shoulders loosening. “I suppose we have no choice. And I did say to go ahead with any idea you came across, so…" He shrugged. “Have at it."

Were you awake to witness it, you would've shrieked at the visage of an orc barbarian approaching you with fangs bared, ones more akin to piercing flesh like a pair of needles. Though you didn't make the act easy with so much of your muscular body in the way. He laboured to try and find a position that allowed him access to your bull-like neck while being comfortable for him, your heaving chest consuming more space than his.

But his teeth made contact, requiring some force to break your now-thick skin. Blood then flowed freely from the puncture marks which he took no time in swallowing down. The process stayed smooth all things considered; you weren't conscious enough to panic from the sensation.

Blue watched with bated breath as the orc vampire suckled tenderly on your bulging trapezius, at first seeming as if the idea bore no fruit until your flesh quivered, the slightest bit of size being extracted. “It's working!" He jumped to his feet, nearly getting tripped up by his robe. “I-I can't believe…" A wheezy chuckle left his lips as he observed what he assumed was an impossible feat taking place before his eyes. “I'm not saying I doubted you, but I have a distinct lack of knowledge in this area of magic."

Hearing such high praise from someone well-versed in supernatural power put a smile on Buck's face as he kept drinking of your blood. You'd be surprised how much of it there was now.

But then he stopped – not because the flow of your blood did, but because a leather band wrapped around his burly bicep had suddenly snapped. The other members of your party had been so engrossed in the lessening of your condition they failed to notice that Buck's own body had started growing instead. It was his turn to be left floored. “You know, I didn't actually anticipate this to happen, but I can't say it doesn't make sense."

“You need to keep going."

Buck whipped his head around to the kobold, eyes wide as dinner plates. “Blue?"

With determination in his eyes, Blue ambled over to the orc. “I'm serious. You must continue for the sake of our leader."

“I mean…" Buck hesitated as he stared down at himself, prodding a plump pectoral with a sausage-like finger. “I can keep sucking Red's blood, sure, but," he stammered, “what if I end up in the same predicament?"

The question stuck with Blue. His eyes dropped to the floor as he pondered an answer, gently biting his tongue. Gears turning in his mind had his brows furrowed until the most natural solution arose. “Go until you can't. Hit your limit." He nodded. “I'll keep looking through my stash to see if there's a way I can assist you." The tome hung heavy in his hand, but he kept it held tight to his chest. “Whatever this is, we might be able to save him from it yet."

***

By now you'd had enough of the figure's wicked antics. Not once could you fathom a reason for its bizarre desires, its machinations remaining a mystery whose answer was seemingly lost to time. The rational part of your brain barked for this to end, but the perverse pleasure now coursing through your veins spoke loud inside your head. Resistance grew difficult.

The slimy tendrils of shadow pulsed with demonic energy once more. You wanted to fight it with everything you had. You were tired of being its object of fascination, its muscular plaything, but the sensitive nature of your third leg clouded your mind with ecstasy. Even breathing became an inadvertent way to play with your endowment as your pectorals rubbed against its swollen flesh, the tip of it visible in the periphery of your vision.

Still, you had to combat this cryptic foe with everything you had.

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Imbue with Muscle

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Difficulty Class:

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59

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1d20:

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8

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Saving Throw:

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8

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FAILURE

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Admittedly, you didn't have much with how your body was assaulted with euphoric bliss. The entity's power overcame you easily, bestowing upon you yet more size that you neither needed nor wanted, though had no choice but to accept.

Your body's lack of any additional height meant the added bulk had nowhere to go but out, leaving you increasingly flustered as your prodigious chest kept pushing against your chin. You panicked, thinking you were about to lose the ability to look around, but a solution forced itself on you that you didn't see coming – your frame creaked wider to accommodate all that muscle mass stuffing itself under your scaled hide. That required you to adjust your stance, your quadriceps pressing against one another as their size each made other people look small.

That led to your backside bearing a hefty load of the essence pumped into you. Those mounds had grown from flat to engorged with beef in what felt like hardly any time at all, your tail thickening alongside them as the swelling never ceased. Any way you moved tensed them, their hypertrophic musculature unheard of, dimpling into preposterously massive globes able to crush even the hardest of materials known to man.

Your mind felt weak amidst all these intense changes happening to your body. Not only was your physique so grotesquely powerful that you barely recognized yourself, but the head of your shaft now met your eyes at their level too.

Surely the greatest extent of your dilemma would soon be met, right?

Right?...

***

“I'm hoping the oldest book in my collection might have something to help us." Blue scrambled through a volume of some magical publication that appeared to be more dust than paper, the ink faded from the ravages of time. “I can't guarantee I'll find anything, but if there's something I could use to help, this should be where I find it."

That was met with Buck gasping for air as he backed away from you, his body having tacked on more than double his starting weight in muscle mass. Gone was his attire, rendered to shreds at his feet. He didn't think he needed to remove his clothing as you were expected to awaken by that point, but your perpetually growing form necessitated his continued attention, leading to him forgetting that the fabric's limit was below his.

Blue didn't even look up as he rifled through the pages at a breakneck pace, his eyes taking less than a second to view the name of a spell before moving on. “You're doing a wonderful job. Don't give up now."

“That's easy for you to say," Buck coughed up a bit of your blood. “I get that orcs are on the bigger side of things, but I've never met any of my kind who looks like me." Consuming so much of your essence took its toll on his body. The green-skinned barbarian naturally commanded an impressive visage of masculine excellence befitting a warrior of his mighty calibre, but in trying to alleviate your condition he'd blown well past where a man of his stature should end up.

So much bulk had been transferred from you that his arms could no longer come to rest at his sides, his biceps fighting for room with his swollen pectorals, leaving them hanging away at an angle. Shoulders capable of throwing open a door if given a running start could now bust through them like cardboard, his deltoids having inflated beyond logical means.

He had no choice but to spread his legs apart as he sat, not only because he couldn't stand his thighs rubbing together so much, but also because his girthy manhood demanded more room than it should've needed. The member throbbed as it grew, the diameter thicker than his wrist and only getting bigger.

“Aha!" Blue rushed over to the orc behemoth, finger underneath the title of the page he had flipped to. “It's not quite what I had envisioned, but this is the closest spell I've found that would lessen Red's affliction."

“Good, I'm glad." Buck wicked the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Will it cure him?"

Blue hesitated. “Not exactly…" He sighed. “Okay, it won't. But, this will let me transfer magic affecting him to me."

“It'll let you become a conduit of sorts?"

“Precisely!" Nostrils flared, Blue's eyes hastily ran down the page to ensure he was adept enough to even cast the thing in the first place. “The words are a bit faded, but I should be able to recite this." Tongue practiced from many incantations, he raced into the spell, hand held outward to accept the mystical power saturating your form. The brilliant spectacle of the magic streaming out of you would've been impressive to bear witness to had you been granted the privilege of alertness.

But it worked as expected. The essence leaving your body took size with it, slowly shrinking you and relieving you of your burden. You'd commend the wizard if you were able to.

Up to a point, that was. By taking on some of the hardship for himself, Blue quickly discovered the effect that gaining muscularity did for a man of his short stature. What was only a couple dozen pounds of beef immediately bulged out his frame, his mind having been too preoccupied with ensuring the spell was successful to account for the difference in size between him and you, leaving his proportions to expand far faster than either you or Buck did with the same amount of mass. In an instant he ballooned with muscle, the seams of his robe stretching to contain the abrupt increase in kobold bulk, his blue scales peeking through to the world outside, causing him to break his concentration, but not before the damage had already been done. He might have woken up wearing a single garment, but his rapid enlargement turned that into many.

Buck could only sit there and watch the carnage unfold. “Oh yeah, I was gonna mention that."

A shaky reptilian hand came up to clutch Blue's face, his expression one of utter disbelief at the sight of his short body having bloated into something a wizard would never look like. “I didn't even give that consideration…"

“Ah, it's not so bad," Buck said as he gave the smaller hunk a firm pat on a rippling shoulder. “You're in good company here." The show of support was appreciated, if ineffective in its mission of assuaging the kobold's fears. He then turned his attention back to you, a renewed sense of fortitude surging through him. “Come on, we're making a difference. I can't say for certain when – or if – Red will wake up, but if we keep at it, he won't turn out like our guest did."

“I'm glad," Blue grunted in annoyance. “I wasn't ready for the volcano to erupt so abruptly." Raising his hand, he glanced over to the barbarian. “Ready?"

***

Enough.

You'd had enough.

You were done being toyed with by some cryptic entity unknown by normal folk. Whatever this demon was meant to be mattered little to you anymore. All you wanted was for this nightmare to be over, and in order for that to happen, you had to lead the charge. No longer could you be the recipient of its power; you had to take control of it.

But how? Your magic was far too inexperienced to compete with the power of this brutish figure. Not to mention any spell you could conjure up would likely be unsuited for a fight like this anyway. You needed to break its fixation with you, but the way to do so wasn't coming to you.

At least it wasn't until you looked down. Of course! The inexorable blimping of your physique would make an owlbear think twice about attacking you, unable to get its arms around you to hug you into submission. It gave you a great idea on how to deal with this entity.

Intimidation.

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Intimidation

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Difficulty Class:

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15

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1d20:

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20

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Charisma:

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+3

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Intimidation Proficiency:

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+4

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Hulking Physique:

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+20

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Charisma Check:

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47

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SUCCESS

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With a mighty roar you established dominance over the shadowy being. While it didn't flinch at your monstrous display of dragonborn masculinity, there was an aura of respect that encircled the demon. Was that what it wanted this whole time? You had no way of knowing without the book it came from in your hands, but in a way it seemed to make sense to you. A being of immense muscularity likely cared about the same in others.

And strangely it didn't run away like you expected it to. How peculiar. Instead, it bowed before you like a peasant would before a noble, its hazy, red eyes showing admiration for your efforts. The realization burned a part of you. Was that genuinely what you were meant to do to get it to cease with its obsession towards you? Whoever created this… thing must have granted it a marked intelligence to even acknowledge something like that.

But then it vanished, as if never having appeared at all. The void felt emptier now in spite of still being unable to see anything else around you. A piece of your brain wondered why.

That was a puzzle you'd have to solve some other time, if ever, as the telltale signs of exhaustion overtook you, your body dropping to the ground like an anchor, if an anchor was scaled and its weight peaked into quadruple digits.

After everything you'd just been through, you welcomed the sweet embrace of sleep.

***

Discomfort was the first thing that came to you as you stirred from slumber. You let out a grunt of dissatisfaction at the restless night you had, your body still limp after lying in one position for so long. At least now you wouldn't have to deal with any more dreams quite like that one.

“He's awake!" In your lethargic state you struggled to discern noises, but those sounded like words, and you believed they came from Blue, the voice too high-pitched to be the orc. You grumbled something in return as you attempted to open your eyes, the light from the sun feeling like it was piercing your retinas. But you eventually managed to let the world around you filter through your eyelids…

Which is when you discovered the blue-scaled kobold was several times the man he went to sleep as. You screamed in shock, fingers trembling as he gazed concerningly down at you.

“He's not the one you should be surprised about." That had to have been Buck. You immediately pushed yourself up, your body still rather limp from the deep sleep you'd been in. But when you found a good position to rest yourself in, you learned that he, too, no longer resembled the barbarian you had been traveling with. The state of both of your party members gave the impression that they too tussled with the demon you'd been cursed with, however, you knew neither of them had read from the tome you did, meaning there wasn't an obvious explanation that your mind found purchase on. “I don't mean me either, for the record."

In your bleary state of mind you tried to piece together what the orc relayed to you, only to uncover the answer when you peered down at yourself and nearly jumped out of your skin.

That wasn't a dream. Well, it was – you knew it was – but the effects of it were very real. All the mass you accrued had transferred to your living body, swollen with muscle with a shaft huge enough to kiss you on the lips. Though, upon a second look, it almost seemed as if you were a tad bit smaller than you were in your fight. Granted you were still gigantic compared to what you looked like when you initially went to sleep, but considering what size you could've been, you were happy with this.

And then your thoughts spilled forth from your mouth, your brush with the demon still fresh in your mind. For what felt like hours you talked at length, illustrating every detail you could remember, invoking every sense affected as you recounted your battle with the shadowy being, first deflecting its power to the bandit leader in an attempt to escape its clutches, then having to face the threat head-on as there appeared no other way to free yourself, capping off the story with a promise that you will never peruse material that your party didn't agree to in the first place.

“That's genuinely disturbing." Blue's face rested on his oversized pectorals as he sat there listening to everything you had to say.

Buck was in much of the same position, but given his race and class, gaining an inconceivable amount of mass out of nowhere didn't seem as unusual as it would for a wizard. “I'll say. It's a good thing one of you had to deal with that as I probably would still be asleep."

You inquired about your quarry, which your companions were happy to show you hadn't budged in the slightest, though were less than happy to reveal the explosion of seminal fluid that now coated your campsite. No doubt you'd find the face of a happy kobold under all that gold-scaled muscle mass.

Off in the distance you spied a wagon trundling towards your group. A moment of panic hit you as you realized your mark was ever so slightly heavier than you would have liked him to be, but Buck soothed your nerves by showing you that he could hoist the bandit off the ground, not very far, but far enough to get him situated on the vehicle.

You thanked your lucky stars you didn't need more than one.