It’s not Hoax-ish Bullshit, It’s Hulk-us Bulk-us! (Short Story)

It’s not Hoax-ish Bullshit, It’s Hulk-us Bulk-us!

Written by SteeleBlazer

It might be kind of tragic, but I always thought magic was silly and for kids. I stopped believing in it a long, long time ago. And when I found my great, great, grandmother’s spell book while going through some old boxes, I thought it was an interesting artifact, but I didn’t think much beyond that. I mean c’mon who thinks magic is real and actually exists.

Hocus Pocus is just a bunch of bull shit!

Or so that’s what I thought... Until one day I was a bit bored, and also maybe a bit tipsy from the bottle or two of wine I drank... Okay, maybe I was kind of drunk... Okay, maybe I was really, really drunk... Regardless I got to looking at that spell book and I got to flipping through its pages.

There were lots of spells: love spells, weather spells, sleep spells, virility spells, and even a spell about giving someone you don’t like warts... But, the one spell that intrigued me was the strength spell. I’ve always been a little skinny and also really, really weak... So, I thought it might be fun to be strong for a change. And hey, I didn’t think it would really work, but I was drunk after all, and I decided to give it a go...

Hey, it sure beats drunk dialing all my ex-boyfriends.

And so, I started reciting the incantations...

“Da mihi musculos... Da mihi fortitudinem... Da mihi potestatem... Fac me crescere maior... Fac me crescere fortior... Imple me virtute deorum... Da mihi toros femina forti!”

... I’m not certain I pronounced all the words properly, at least not every single syllable, and it wasn’t because I was drunk or slurring my speech... It’s just I never really ever spoke Latin before, and it was harder than it looks, but I think I did a pretty good job.

Good job or not, at first nothing happened...

Maybe it’s because I didn’t say all the words 100% accurately... Or maybe it’s because magic is more Hoax-ish Bullshit, than Hocus Pocus...

Or so that’s what I thought.

But then suddenly it happened, I felt a tingling inside of me. It was a warm, pleasurable feeling, and it tingled and pulsed deep down inside me, starting from the very core of my femininity, the heart of my womanhood. It pulsed with the beat of my heart and beat by beat it grew stronger and stronger, and it started filling up inside of me, and beat by beat it spread throughout my body.

I could feel my body thicken as that strange tingling spread, filling my entire body and filling me out bigger and bigger, beat by beat of my heart. Bigger and bigger I grew, my limbs thickening, my muscles not just swelling but hardening. Veins shots across my body and popped out upon my skin and pulsed along with my heart, they were rivers of power and tributaries of strength and as they spread, so too did the muscular sinews grow and multiply upon my body.

I’ve never felt anything like it in my life, this felt so good, so pleasurable, and I couldn’t help but moan with every pulse of energy that shot through me, expanding me, growing me, thickening my muscles, and just plain thrilling me. It felt sexual, but more powerful than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced, it felt amazing, it felt like pure power! And as I grew, I could feel my clothes getting tighter and tighter upon me.

Moan after moan, and heartbeat by heartbeat, my muscles grew, and so too my clothes grew tighter. Tighter and tighter and tighter, I could feel my hardened muscles pressing against the soft fabric of my clothes, and tighter and tighter still the clothes grew, as my muscles kept growing.

And I just kept on growing so big and so hard that I grew and expanded and hulked right out of my clothes. This spell wasn’t so much as Hocus Pocus, but more like Hulk-us Bulk-us! And my muscles bulged and swelled to such sizes that a male bodybuilder would be envious of my physique, and I still kept on growing.

And I felt myself on the verge of unbridled ecstasy, a type of pleasure I’ve never known or felt, and as I felt my muscles pulse and swell, bulge and pulse, thicken and expand, growing bigger and harder, and harder and bigger, I couldn’t help but cry out and thank the gods that magic exists and that it’s giving me Mighty Female Muscles. I thanked them with my orgasmic cry and kept thanking them with each and every moan of pleasure that erupted out from my lips, as more and more muscles erupted upon my body.

My breasts were spilling out of my bra, I was so big and massive that my bra was so tight on me, I could see my rippling pecs pushing my soft bosom into my bra as it strained and struggled to contain my feminine charms. It was getting really tight, and was getting hard to breathe, and as my pecs grew and thickened with each new steely sinew, I knew something had to give.

But I knew it wouldn’t be me, I felt too strong, too powerful, too muscular, so I took a deep breath and expanded my chest, and I gave a flex to my mighty pecs that made them swell and bulge and ripple with such muscular might that it wasn’t me that cried out in pain, but my bra! With a thunderous tear the bra ripped and snapped and it popped and flung itself off my body like rubber band.

I cried out in triumph and euphoric ecstasy, and I gave my pecs another flex and watched as my breasts bobbed and bounced upon my brawny pecs. I then started flexing my arms and was amazed at how big my biceps bulged out, they were the Mount Everest of biceps, as they swelled and expanded to mountainous peaks that no other person had.

I was naked now, except for my panties... They were all that remained and they were sopping wet, and they too were getting rather too tight upon my burgeoning and growing body. I worked my fingers between my hardened muscles and the soft delicate, but strangely resilient fabric. And with a quick yank, I tore them from my body.

I was naked, I was more muscular than I ever thought I could possibly be, more muscular than I thought any human could possibly be, and yet I was still growing! And I was also growing hornier and hornier as well, which I too thought that was rather impossible, as I’ve never felt so damn horny and randy in my entire life. And pulse by pulse my body swelled and my veins throbbed with power, but that wasn’t the only part of me that was swollen and throbbing.

My clit was rock-hard, and I’ve made love with men with softer dicks than what my clit was right now. Hell, I’ve fucked men with tinier peckers than my rock-hard swollen clitoris.

It yearned for me to touch it, it begged for me to touch it, and I too yearned and begged for that touch. And so, I touched it ever so gently and ever so softly... And a tidal wave of pleasure swept across me, taking me to such heights of carnal pleasure I never knew existed.

I couldn’t help but finger myself more, just a few soft and gentle tickles to the very tip of my femininity, and each touch brought with it a fresh tsunami of euphoric carnal ecstasy. My pussy throbbed, and so too did my meaty forearms, the corded muscles thickened and swelled and the veins in my forearm pulsed in unity with my pussy.

I stuck my fingers deep down into my womanhood, hungry for pleasure, and hungry to grow and hungry to become even bigger. In and out, and out and in, I furiously thrust my fingers in and out of me. My heartbeat and breathing quickened and synchronized with my fapping fingers. I pumped my pussy with pleasure, and I could feel my own body pump up more and more with each pump. I saw the veins spread out and pulse upon my abs, and each ridge and bump swell up, and I saw my abs multiple, from a 6-pack to an 8-pack to 10-pack to a magical and muscular ripped and chiseled 12-pack!

I pumped harder, punching my pussy now with my hand, really pounding it harder and harder, and so too I could feel my muscles growing denser and harder. I could see the rippling striations of my thighs dancing upon my skin, pulsing and throbbing along with each fap, each moan, each breath, and each beat of my heart.

I wanted more, more, more!

More pleasure, more muscle, more of that euphoric magical ecstatic rhapsodic carnal tingling.

And as I beat my pussy meat, my meaty muscular body throbbed and pulsed and grew, sweating sweat droplets of sweat, as my pussy dripped and dribbled sweat juices of its own.

Thicker my thighs grew, harder my abs grew, my gams becoming more and more engorged with rock-hard muscles, and my shoulders widening and becoming more and more massive. My tits hulked out and muscles formed on my luscious mammaries, as my pecs pumped up further and further. Muscles upon muscles upon muscles I grew, each muscle growing atop another, getting thicker, denser and harder. My arms were titanic and thick like tree trunks and my neck so swollen with meaty muscles became so thick that my necklace snapped and flung itself off as if in fear of my growing muscular body.

This was all too much… too much pleasure, too much muscles, too much magic... And to think I used to be a non-believer. Not now, not anymore... And I finally reached peak pleasure, peak size, and I knew I could not take anymore, could not grow anymore... And I didn’t know what to do... Something had to give.

And so I shouted!

It was the most intense, loudest shriek of pleasure and passion and it erupted out of me with a fury and loudness that shook me to the core of my being, to the very heart of my womanhood, but also shook the very foundation of my house.

And just like that... As easy as Hocus Pocus, I was now a gorgeously engorged massively mammoth Amazon with Mighty Female Muscles. Muscles far bigger and no doubt far stronger than any man in the entire world.

Only I guess you kind of should say Hulk-us Bulk-us instead!

And just like that I passed out from the sheer pleasure of it all. My body trembled, and my muscles spasmed with sensual delight and my pussy quivered with satisfaction… I was spent... But, I was sated... But, more importantly I was super buff, super jacked and shredded beyond all physical reality. I was magically muscular.

I don’t know how much later it was when I woke up... I do know I was naked, and I was still just as buff as ever...

I was buff in the buff…

I was also still horny... But, I was through playing with myself, I wanted a man... I needed a man, and I thought perhaps I’d cast a fun little love spell on one of my ex-boyfriends... But, then I thought better of it, as fun as it would be to see their reaction to the new muscular me... I think it would be more fun to go out and seduce someone new, and I knew with these gorgeous engorged muscles of mine, that I didn’t need any love spells.

Just a little flex... Well, not so little with my massive and mammoth muscles, and I know I’ll cast a spell on any man, and they’ll be mine. Just like magic, only I guess it is magic, and these are magic muscles... And I couldn’t wait to show them off to the entire world.

Why, that’d have to be quite a magic trick, and I couldn’t wait for the reveal.

But, I was revealing a bit too much as I was still naked, and so first things first I’d have to put on some clothes.

I couldn’t wait to get dressed so that I could go out and flaunt all these new sexy and sleek muscular curves. However, getting dressed and finding clothes that actually fit, proved to be a challenge, nothing seemed to fit, and the clothes that did, didn’t withstand the pressure check. As I would give my muscles a nice solid flex and they would burst through and rip and tear my clothes and once again I’d find myself hulking out of my clothes.

Hulk-us Bulk-us indeed!

And as I looked at myself in the mirror with the tattered remains of my newest failed outfit, I couldn’t help but flex and admire myself. It might be a bit tragic that none of my cute clothes fit, but I’ll find something to wear, and I’ll have fun buying up a new wardrobe, just as I’ll have fun picking up a new boy toy to play with.

Who knew playing with magic could be so much fun.

It turns out that Hocus Pocus isn’t a bunch of hoax-ish bull-shit after all... It’s actually more like Hulk-us Bulk-us for me and my magic muscles!