{"sf1_id":1003552,"sf2_id":"GnD0rGjn","title":"The Gray Demon's Bracer","author":"BadRoy","words":2346,"posted_at":"2016-05-20T01:02:00.000Z","tags":["Demon","Magic","Male","Muscle Growth","Story","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1003552-the-gray-demon-s-bracer","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnD0rGjn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/66/c0/66c0f179-d068-4b5b-ac55-06a2918c83c0","description":"#1 of Transformation\n\nAlways be wary of items purchased in shady antiques stores. Always. The incautious may end up as hulking demon monsters, to give an overly specific example...\nThis was written as a commission a while back.","content":" \n* * *\n\n\"I can't believe you bought that thing.\" Sam declares, \"That guy was a total freak.\"\n\n  \n\"What can I say? It looks cool.\" Aaron replies in reference to the decorative leather armband he has   \nrecently purchased from the square's new antique shop. He twists his arm to admire the intricate   \npatterns and scorchwork. Inlaid on it's outward-facing side is a demonic looking face. It is quite to   \nAaron's liking.  \n  \n\"He was a real salesman.\" Sam jests \" 'Zis bracer ees perfect -koff- for you yoong man. Trusssst me.' \"   \nHe adds, mocking the bizarre shop keeper's dry, wheezing voice. Aaron shudders as he recalls the way   \nthe shop keeper appeared from behind a shelf and grabbed his arm. The unsettling, Russian vendor   \nintroduced himself as Modest. He left Aaron and Sam briefly before returning with the leather bracer   \nAaron subsequently purchased and now wears. As Sam had mocked, the shop keeper made a suspicious   \nvow that this band would truly be perfect for Aaron. The young customer simply assumed it was a   \nshowy sales tactic. Regardless Aaron was immediately taken with the thing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"He was... colorful. But check it out, it looks like something out of Game of Thrones or something.\"   \nAaron suggests holding the band out for Sam to see.   \n  \n\"I guess. I know you love your dark, creepy stuff.\" Sam shrugs. The pair have left the main shopping   \nthoroughfare and are nearly at the point where they must part ways for the night.   \n  \n\"Alright man, I have to work this weekend so will catch you later.\" Sam says \"Have fun with the guys   \ntonight.\"  \n  \n\"That sucks.\" Aaron and Sam dap fists. \"Bye Sam!\" Aaron sullenly watches as his friend rounds the busy   \nstreet corner toward his apartment. He continues in the direction of his own building in anticipation of   \nthe birthday party for his roommate which ought to be beginning that very minute.   \n  \nAaron, as he makes his way home, begins to hear a strange sound. He glances from side to side rapidly   \nwhen he hears what sounds like whispering. Or like the quiet speech of a television one room over. As it   \nis a balmy summer afternoon the city streets are filled with every type of person. While the sound is   \neerie Aaron decides that either he is overhearing some unseen mutterer in the crowd or that he is   \nsimply exhausted. He manages to relax. Whatever the source of the ethereal murmuring its words   \ncertainly are not English. Aaron ignores the voice by focusing on the sounds of the city. His apartment is   \nnearly within view.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Aaron has an increasingly difficult time ignoring the upsetting whispers. They have increased in volume   \nand in frequency of occurrence. Aaron does not need to look around for the source any longer because   \nhe quickly realizes that the sounds seem to originate next to his ear though of course no speaker is   \nthere. The whisper has become a low grumbling. Aaron picks up his pace due to sheer alarm. He worries   \nthat he may have hurt his head, or that he has been slipped a drug somehow. Incessantly the demonic   \nvoice speaks to him. Louder and louder still.   \n  \nEventually Aaron is forced to duck into a dark alley to relieve his throbbing brain. Leaving the hustle and   \nbustle behind him he swaggers down the barren alleyway. The sound with no known source is ceaseless   \nand booming. It shakes Aaron to his core. He grips at his head madly with clenched teeth. In his delirious   \nwandering he finds his way to a vacant lot beside a decrepit, unused storefront. He takes refuge inside.   \n  \n\"Ghaaah, my head!\" He shouts in the reclusion of the long-abandoned store. As the voice reaches an   \nungodly volume and as Aaron feels he may split in two from the sheer force of it, the sound suddenly   \nstops. Aaron removes his hands from his head and staggers to lean against a support beam. His body   \nshakes violently in the aftermath of the mysterious sonic assault.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ohhh Goood. Finally. What was--\" While Aaron is happy to be rid of the sound he knows a sudden   \ndread. The silence left in the wake of the voices disappearance is crushing and somehow Aaron   \nunderstands its implication. Something is wrong. Something is present. \"The band...\"  \n  \nAaron's heart begins to race. The change has no apparent cause, but the young man's heart is pounding.   \nSoon Aaron realizes that this is no mere disorder of the heart. He feels as though is veins course with   \ncarbonation. The blood boils as it travels his body. He is burning. Suddenly, and very rapidly Aaron's   \nright arm grows. With no small amount of cracking and popping his right appendage extends three feet   \nor so. The bones within ache as they lengthen and change.  \n  \n\"Aaahh!\" Aaron shouts. More suble changes occur in his enlarged arm. First its skin changes from a   \nhealthy shade to a dark, dark gray and grows tough and leathery. With a popping of the delicate joints   \nAaron's hands double in size. Knuckles now large and knobby. His fingernails vanish into the spreading   \ngray skin and are immediately replaced by long and sturdy black claws. Unable to lift the arm Aaron's   \nhand sits on its backside with claws wagging in the air. Only then do the larger changes take place. With   \na surprising 'Fwoomp' the muscles of his right shoulder explode to enormous proportions. Aaron is left   \nwith one oversized arm and a super-muscular shoulder the size of a beach ball.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Acck, What is happening?!\" He shouts groping the hunk of muscle that was his shoulder. It's thick skin   \nrepulsive to him. He has little time to wonder as his right arm is soon alive with steadily building muscle.   \nHis biceps fill out to outrageous proportions. As the muscles grow they leave Aaron sore and even   \nfurther unbalanced. His muscular arm weighing down the normally sized rest of his body. The bicep   \nceases to grow as Aaron worries it will burst through the skin. He can see the sinew twitch and flex with   \nnew vigor. A vein pumps away within it. When he tries flexing the muscle he is able to lift the inert lower   \narm. His forearm is next to bulk up; reaching three times its former size. The area is highly venous. The   \nvisible freeways of his electric blood wind through and around his new musculature. Finally the muscles   \nof his hand reach their proper size. His fingers grow thick and calloused to support his black, rending   \nclaws. He is now able to move the huge arm freely, though doing so threatens his balance.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Grraa. Hunhh. That is huge!\" He shouts. The changes begin to reach his chest. With the muscles of his   \nback and chest puffing out to the same insane proportions of his transfigured arm. His right pectoral   \nmuscle is a taut, gray-skinned watermelon which twitches and spasms as it grows still further. With   \nmorbid curiosity Aaron lifts his monstrous arm toward inward. It is enormous. He places his relatively   \ndainty hand on the clammy and throbbing surface of his right bicep. His massive muscles pull tight the   \nleathery skin and rapidly pulsing veins intersect his human finger's path. He takes his right hand, which is   \nnow larger than his head and almost thrice the size of his normal hand. Its long claws look as though   \nthey could rend metal. He flexes them and watches the muscles of his sausage-like fingers coil. What   \nshocks Aaron the most beyond the changes themselves is how very heavy the arm is. He wouldn't be   \nable to lift it with his normal arm. He reflects that the raw strength of the thing reminds him of the leg of   \nan ox or other strong-legged animal.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Grrah, hhuuurtss.\" Aaron moans while doubling over. The muscles of his back are growing far faster   \nthan those of his chest. Like slow-filling balloons they swell.   \n  \n\\*Krk-krk-krkrkrkrkr\\* \"AAAHH!\" Aaron's voice, now inhumanly deep and throaty, resounds in the   \nabandoned store as his spine extends. With each crack and pop of his vertebrae he rises an inch higher,   \nthough he is bent over in pain. To an observer his back would look like an intricately carved slab of   \nstone. Not only because of the thick skin's gray color, but because of the impervious aspect of the   \nmuscles below. Though he is racked with pain Aaron knows that his new, unwanted musculature will be   \nmetal-like in its hardness. His vertebrae are prominently seen on his spine. The deep cleavages of his   \nmuscles are pulsing valleys. His back continues to gain muscle as his other arm grows to match the size   \nof its counterpart.   \n  \nWhen Aaron's left arm has fully transformed he is left with a gigantic upper body and with his   \nunchanged human lower half. He braces himself against the support beam to hold his top-heavy body.   \nAtop his mountainous and wide neck sits his human head which, to his displeasure, is the next body part   \nto undergo transformation.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hrrng, not my -Krrbruk- Uhhhh\" As Aaron groans in his gravelly voice his mandible juts out and is   \ncoated with thick skin. This leaves him with a cartoonishly large under bite. Yellowed, fanglike teeth stick   \nupward into his view. His jaw hangs open with its long tongue dripping saliva to the ground.  \n  \n\"Aww, whu?!\" Aaron moans. Soon though his skull proper and upper jaw meet the position of his   \nchiseled lower jaw. Though not of course without a great degree of discomfort. The reshaping of his   \nskull is the worst pain Aaron has ever felt. No hangover or headache could reach this terrible pinnacle.   \nHis head is now blocky and huge. His eyes have reshaped into larger, glowing yellow orbs. His brow is   \nheavier now and his nose has been slightly upturned. He imagines that he must look horrific. 'Like a   \ndemon.' He thinks.   \n  \nFinally Aaron's legs begin to catch up to the rest of his body. First his butt puts on layer and layer of   \nmuscle readily shredding his khaki shorts. They hang on by threads. After the firm rump is formed   \nAaron's penis grows. He flushes under his gray cheeks as his shorts are soundly filled by steadily   \nexpanding cock. His khaki shorts struggle to contain the mass of meat within. To say that the bulge is   \nexcessive would be a conservative assessment.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"-Pant, pant- Too. Big.\" Aaron groans in his unfamiliar voice as he takes his new endowments delicately   \nin his clawed hands.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nNext muscles groan and grow in his thighs. Alternately they expand here or there. As with his upper arm   \nhis thigh muscles are extremely bulbous. Aaron is happy, at least, that he can support his upper body's   \ntremendous weight now. Though his minor relief at this discovery is shattered by the realization that at   \nthis point he is almost entirely monster. After his calves and lower legs fill out his feet are all that remain   \nof his human body. Of course the uncontrollable transformation soon removes this final reminder. The   \nankle bones shift painfully causing Aaron to wince despite his imposing figure. Then the soles of his feet   \nbecome thick and stout. He stands atop two humongous gray skinned feet now and his claws are just   \nbeginning to form. As those of his hands had they swiftly erupt from each toe and dig into the tile   \nbelow. Black and glistening. The dark magic which had brought this misfortune upon Aaron finally began   \nto dwindle. Aaron's complete form now pulses a few final times as his overblown musculature reaches   \npreviously unthinkable size and potency.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No. Nooooo!\" Aaron bellows while looking down over his rack-like pectorals at his burly, clawed hands.   \nAfter the initial wave of thorough self-disgust has washed over Aaron's pained mind he becomes aware   \nof a new sensation. His body, his humongous and demonic form, feels incredibly tight. The thick gray   \nskin which now covers him is pulled tautly over his newfound brawn. He feels anxious. He feels the need   \nto put his muscles to use. Growling and stumbling he takes his first monstrous steps toward the nearest   \nwall. He realizes just how massive he is when he is able to look clear over the store shelves which had   \npreviously been as tall as he was. He plants his huge hands against the wall and, with little effort, shoves   \nthe entire section of the wall inward. The concrete and dry wall give way to his work. The loud sounds of   \ndestruction are music to his confused ears.   \n  \n\"Hunh, hunh.\" Aaron pants. He forms two fists and flexes his entire upper body. His neck is forced   \nupward by the resulting growth. His body needs action, Aaron learns. His muscles beg to be used.   \nBeneath this all-encompassing anxiety to use his formidable strength the human aspect of his brain still   \nmourns his lost humanity. 'Trapped in this disgusting body...' he thinks. Some phantasm unites these   \ntwo drives. Aaron is filled with purpose. His sharp teeth gnash and his claws grasp at imagined future   \nopponents.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"All going to pay. Pay for what they do to me.\" Aaron inarticulately slurs. The beast doesn't understand   \nwho he aims to harm. He has no clue who set this spell upon him, but he knows that he is going to put   \nhis muscles to bear on any and every person until he learns. With his beastly tongue lolling out of his   \nmouth Aaron walks to the partly demolished side of the building. He crouches low preparing for a jump.   \nHis leg muscles bundle and coil into an excited ball of potential energy. With a crack of the very floor   \nbeneath him Aaron soars off into the night. He would go on maraud and destroy to his heart's content in   \nan effort to 'find those who did this to him.'   \nLeft behind in the until-recently abandoned store sits the shredded leather bracer. The accessory comes to life and hugs its frayed edges together until it has fused to be whole once again. It eagerly awaits its   \nnext wearer and victim.   \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Transformation","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1003886-the-supine-sissy-pose.json"}}