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Radiant sunlight filtered through silken curtains billowing from the breeze let in by the open window that they were meant to be covering up, hitting Barley Lightfoot square in the face, much to his chagrin. He groaned in annoyance as the sun's beams drew him out of his slumber, flipping to the other side of his bed in order to escape them. Unfortunately, it was of no use; he was awake now whether he wanted to be or not.

He grumbled in protest of being alive as he regrettably shucked his sheets to one side, leaving him uncovered save for the pajamas that he always wore to sleep. They were getting to be a bit tight on him thanks to having first worn them years ago, but he figured that they'd still be good for another couple of years considering how much he'd stretched them out. That's at least what he told himself.

Slipping his bare feet over the side of the bed and onto the floor, he momentarily froze to yawn, his limbs locked in place. Once that was over, he scratched various parts of his body, barely registering the defined musculature that he'd gained from adventuring with his brother. As his younger sibling was the spellcaster, it made sense in his mind that he'd take up a different role just to round their abilities out.

Barley yawned once more as he pushed himself to his feet, his shoulders slumping due to exhaustion that he just couldn't shake yet. He went about his morning routine, making it into the kitchen before noticing how oddly quiet everything was, especially for the weekend. "Mom?" He didn't hear anything. "Ian?" Still nothing. "Huh, must be running errands or something." It was only when he did a double take at the clock on the wall that he realized the reason why he was all alone - it was already in the afternoon. "Ah, I slept in. That explains a lot."

Regardless of the time of day, his needs still had to be met, munching on some leftovers before heading back to his room to figure out what to do for the day. His van had been thoroughly washed the day before; he cleaned his room last week; hell, he didn't even have any laundry to do as his day hadn't come up yet. He found it funny that he'd thought of doing chores considering how much he hated doing them, but it would've given him something to do in the meantime. Seemed like there was nothing that he could do to pass the time.

Until he came up with a brilliant idea.

Unbeknownst to his younger brother, Barley had been the teensiest bit envious of his sibling's latent ability to spell cast given that it was _his_book that they used in their adventures. He never outwardly said anything since they first started, but he'd always wanted to give it a shot at least once. This was his moment!

With a grace that belied his large stature, he unnecessarily snuck into his brother's room to 'borrow' the staff, with the intention of returning it later. Now, back in his own room, it was time for the fun part.

Upon his desk was his 'Quests of Yore' book that he took with him when both he and his brother adventured. His younger sibling had used a number of spells from the pages within the book, though not all. There were several that he'd had his eye on, though he had no idea how much time he had left to himself.

Some might not be the best to first try out indoors - like the spell to summon water, or the one to invert gravity - as they'd only give him more work to do after he was done, while others - like the spell to create armour, or the one to detect danger - were cool, but of little use to him while at home. There had to be other cool ones to attempt, he just knew it!

The charm spell? Rather pointless when alone. The shield spell? What would he be protecting in his room? Calming, voice amplification, translation... these were all neat, but not quite what he was looking for.

And then he came across Magnora Gantuan - the growth spell. His brother hadn't used that on a living being before, at least not in the way that the spell was intended; he wasn't interested in shrinking down again. Though, he wouldn't have to worry about that as the only reason that happened in the first place was that he accidentally distracted his sibling too much, and he wasn't about to let that happen twice. He was much too amped to have it take place again!

Barley assumed what he figured to be an appropriate stance, gripping the staff with both hands, and enunciated the incantation. Nothing seemed to happen at first, so he tried again... only for the same thing to occur. He grew confused and looked at the staff, saying the incantation a third time with the wooden implement pointing right at his face, which is when a flash of light appeared and a beam of energy projected in between his eyes. That was the problem - he needed a target!

He giggled as the energy shot through his body, tingling his nerves from head to toe. The spell ended about as it'd started, making him wonder if he did it right. He had to have. There was only one way to correctly cast it, right? He hadn't shrunk like the last time, so it made sense that he'd done it as intended.

A few seconds of everything remaining the same had him scratching his chin in confusion. Clearly the spell worked because he saw the staff activate upon saying the words, so what gives? It had him rubbing his eyes in frustration.

Thinking that he'd screwed up yet again, a sigh escaped past Barley's lips as he stood there in the middle of his room. Disappointment scrunched up his face the longer that he stewed in his apparent failure, to the point that he didn't realize that he'd actually succeeded until a few seconds after the fact.

His eyes went wide as he saw his heightened point of view, nearly jumping out of his skin when he observed how different everything looked. It seemed like the spell only affected him as the staff in his hand seemed to have stayed the same size as did his clothes, which now made him look like he was wearing a children's set of pajamas. He couldn't stop a triumphant laugh from bellowing throughout his room. "Heh, I might not fit in Guinevere 2 now."

The vantage point that he'd been awarded was unlike anything that he'd ever experienced before. It thrilled him that not only did he get to see the magic work on him like it was supposed to, but also that he was the one to do it in the first place. He wasn't a screwup after all!

He had to admit, it felt nice; real nice, in fact. The sensation of having his clothing stretched tightly over his frame was odd, but rather pleasurable. So pleasurable that he couldn't help himself from doing a few poses.

Truthfully, Barley possessed the exact same proportions as when he'd initially casted the spell, so it wasn't as if he was seeing anything new for the first time. What was nice, however, was that he could witness his shirt visibly strain as he pushed the fabric to its limits, unlike before where it still had a ton of give to it despite him having grown considerably since first wearing it. Nice until he heard a tear, that was. Oops!

His face grew flush as he saw the slight rip in his shirt collar, the material unable to contain his flexing chest. He didn't think that he was that strong, but apparently he was! Maybe it was time for something else.

Flipping through the book, he wondered what other spell he could try while inside. There were so many interesting choices, but nothing really spoke to him.

That was until he found Might Magnora, the strength spell. "Oh, that could be useful. I've always wanted to be stronger!" In all honesty, it was about the only thing he'd really wanted to try of the ones that wouldn't damage the house. The last thing that he wanted was to invoke the wrath of his mother.

Like before, Barley took his position after he memorized the incantation, though he made sure to point the staff at himself to start with. Half of a second had passed after saying the magic words, causing another beam of light to shoot at him. It tickled like the last one did, though an inherent warmth accompanied the energy ray this time.

Unsure of what was meant to happen, he gasped when his body lurched forward, immediately thinking that he might've done something wrong in spite of him following the instructions to a T. The heat spread through his body, radiating out to every one of his limbs and blanketing him in the alien warmth. It would've made him freak out had it not actually felt good.

Indeed, the sensation of euphoria washed over him as he examined himself to see what was going on. It was there that he noticed the flesh on his chest twitch involuntarily, confused at first until he saw it jump, not from movement, but from growth. In a matter of seconds, his pectorals had doubled their heft seemingly out of thin air, the slabs of beef peeking past the collar of his shirt. "Oh, that's what the spell means. Neat!"

His arms followed suit, swelling instantaneously before his very eyes. His sumptuous limbs caked on muscle mass like it was drawn to them, giving him a bulky, top-heavy look that he actually kinda loved - kinda really loved! A quick flex forced them twice as big as they were at rest, showing off his split-peak bis while the size of his tris made him look like he could punch through concrete. His measurements had to be way closer to triple digits than anyone else could fathomably achieve.

Not wanting to be left behind, Barley's cannonball-like shoulders jutted out, broadening his frame so that his body could pack on more mass. Between his delts exploding and his traps swallowing his neck, it really spelled doom for his shirt, and it shredded to ribbons as his torso widened with additional musculature, not that he particularly minded in the slightest. He had abs like cinder blocks now; that was worth pretty much his entire wardrobe!

The magic beefed him up as it flowed through his body. His lats flared out as wide as a phoenix's wingspan as his back erupted in hilly mounds of bulk that tensed with every movement. He couldn't see any of it - for obvious reasons - but he could certainly feel it, and it felt damn good!

Then his lower body got in on the action. Already thick and stocky from all the running that he'd been doing recently, his quads ballooned in size, practically tripling their mass in an effort to match his arms in their magnificence. So, too, did his calves benefit from the surge of energy, thickening twice as wide as his shins in a perfect teardrop shape. He'd never really paid much attention to them before, but he certainly will not!

While it certainly wasn't something that he'd ever given much thought to, Barley couldn't deny just how amazing feeling his ass getting swollen was. Every tense tightened up his glutes as the dimpled masses inflated with more densely-packed beef. The overwhelming pressure caused by his incredible musculature mimicked what happened with his top and turned his pants into fabric confetti that piled in heaps around him. Finally, his gorgeous physique was free of its constraints, and ready to be admired!

And what good would a body of his impossible size be if he didn't have a meaty schlong to go with it? Already thicker than a wine bottle, it surged up his torso the longer that he relished in his growth, slithering past his torso until it nestled under his prodigious pec shelf. It paired nicely with the medicine-ball-sized nuts that hung deliciously from his crotch, covered in a fine dusting of hair that'd also grown in. He didn't think this would've counted as part of the spell, but no way would he complain!

It was a shame that he didn't have anything in his room to view himself with, but the next best thing was being able to feel his enormity. He let his hands wander along his engorged frame, reveling in the bloated nature of his inconceivable muscle mass. His turgid shaft throbbed with need, achingly hard from how in love with himself he was. He couldn't tell if these spells would be temporary or not, but if they weren't, he'd be a hell of a better adventurer now.

More flexes were what came to his mind as he watched what little of his physique that he could tense and relax with every movement. Even without thinking of sex, it was orgasmic. Never before had he thought of how amazing being huge was, but now he'd crave it, especially the way that his muscles grinded up against one another. Having his bulk fight for space was a sensation that he'd make sure to feel again and again.

Even feeling his chest swell in his grasp with a simple flex was enough to get Barley moaning. He couldn't believe how overly sensitive he'd gotten since beefing up, but he couldn't get enough of it. So huge and taking up so much room...

A thought just occurred to him. There was something that he'd seen other men do before that he'd wanted to try for himself, but he wondered if he could actually do it as well.

It took him a hot minute to get the proper feel for it, but with some practice he was able to get a single pectoral tensed up on its own. Success! He didn't really know just how he did it per se, but the sensation of which muscles needed to be flexed had been burned into his brain. Now confident, he tried it with his next pec, achieving the same thing. He couldn't believe it, but he did it!

Barley got a rhythm down as he kept at it, flexing one pec before letting it relax and moving onto the next. He got so proficient at it that he was able to quicken his pace, bouncing them whenever he pleased. He'd do one, then the other, then both at the same time...

He'd become a machine, flexing his pecs so hard that he could push them nearly to his face! Those mounds of beef couldn't normally be contained with both of his hands, and when flexed he'd pretty much need at least two other people to help him. Heh, he'd probably just let them fondle his meaty chest as much as they wanted, like he was doing now.

Oh yeah, he could get used to this.