Daily Dose of Magic - Part 5

Blaine stirred awake earlier than usual. For a moment, he expected to feel his bed’s cool sheets—but instead, his body met a solid and hot wall pressing against him. His body stiffened, and his eyes widened when he was wrapped up in Bryon’s arms again. He remembered the soft words the night before when Bryon invited him to cuddle after the fun they had getting new clothes for the big guy. It had been impossible to resist, even when Bryon undressed and asked Blaine to do the same. Bryon’s voice was always impossible to resist.

Bryon’s strong arms looped around him like a protective barrier, pulling Blaine close to his broad chest and keeping him pinned against a wall of muscle. Blaine’s face was barely inches from Bryon’s, so close that their noses nearly brushed, and their legs tangled beneath the blanket that had long since slipped off. The big jock’s body radiated heat, and his chest rose and fell with each deep breath as his heartbeat thudded like a slow drum against Blaine’s ribs.

At 6’1” and 165 pounds, Blaine wasn’t that small, but pressed to Bryon’s 6’0” body and over 215 pounds of thick muscle—heavier now, with his magically oversized proportions—he felt like a giant was swallowing him. Smooth skin stretched taut over Bryon’s muscles, with a silky and dense texture. His lean frame was cradled securely against Bryon’s enormous pec shelf, with the heavy thickness of Bryon’s cock and basketball-sized balls sandwiched between them. The closeness allowed Blaine to feel every faint stir of Bryon’s cock nudging against him.

Even in sleep, Bryon’s massive body looked magnificent, and Blaine was lost in the overwhelming contrast of his slender build wrapped in that breathtaking frame. Blaine swallowed hard, blushing at the intimacy. He cautiously shifted one hand upward until it brushed against Bryon’s powerful chest. His hand pressed against the thick shelf of pec muscle, feeling the warmth and density beneath the skin. He smirked nervously, almost unconsciously tracing Bryon’s pecs with his fingers. The flesh was firm and unmovable but sleek and smooth.

His thumb skimmed over one of Bryon’s nipples, and at that exact moment, Blaine felt the stirring below. The massive cock resting between them twitched, thickening with a slow, pulsing motion that Blaine could feel against his abdomen. A faint throb accompanied each stir, and he froze as his blush spread to the tips of his ears. His hand faltered against the pec shelf, but curiosity overpowered hesitation, and he let his fingers stay there some more.

Below, Bryon’s basketball-sized balls shifted with the movement, dragging softly against Blaine’s thighs, and their dense weight rolled with a fleshy heft that made the mattress dip under them. They radiated heat, the cum sloshed soundly inside, and the skin was taut and smooth but with a yielding give when they pressed together. Then, Bryon stirred with a groggy smile, slowly opening his eyes to meet Blaine’s.

“Morning, dude,” Bryon said with a lazy grin, glancing down between them and chuckling softly. “Guess it wasn’t a dream, huh? You really did it.”

Blaine’s cheeks burned crimson, and he quickly shifted back, untangling himself and sitting upright on the edge of the bed. “We should get ready for class,” he said, refusing to look directly at Bryon as his eyes still darted to catch sight.

Bryon stretched casually, making his entire frame ripple with motion. His 16-inch-long soft cock swung forward and slapped against his thigh with a thick, meaty sound before drooping across his lap. The basketball-sized balls rolled and shifted as their immense weight dragged into the mattress with a fleshy slosh, spreading his thighs wider. His ass pressed deep into the bedding, rounding outward and forcing the mattress to dip beneath him.

Bryon ran a hand down his cock, marveling at how his fingers barely spanned its girth as he gave it a curious squeeze. The flesh yielded and pulsed in his hand, heavy and warm, before flopping lazily back against his thigh. He chuckled softly at the sight. His other hand drifted lower, hefting one massive ball into his hand, weighing it, and marveling at the heat and firmness beneath the smooth skin. He rolled it gently before letting it drop back against its twin, and both orbs slapped together with a muffled thud that made the bed creak. He gave his massive ass a single squeeze, laughing at its impossible size and firmness, before leaning back with a grin.

“Man… still huge. Still perfect,” Bryon said, proud of what Blaine had done to him.

Blaine couldn’t bring himself to move and ended up turning to look at Bryon sprawling back against the bed and openly exploring himself. The way Bryon’s hands stroked his massive cock, hefted his enormous balls, and rolled the weight in his hand was hypnotic. Each motion was slow, as though Bryon were still convincing himself it was real. Blaine’s breath caught in his throat because he couldn’t look away now. The size, the heat, and the heavy slapping sounds as Bryon’s balls shifted together pulled Blaine in, leaving him staring like he was under a spell.

Snapping back to reality, Blaine rolled his eyes, flustered. “Focus, Bryon. You can’t go to class like this. I’ll use the shrinking spell again, but you need to focus.”

Bryon raised an eyebrow, still sprawled naked across the bed like a king holding court. “Why would I want to shrink down? I feel amazing, Blaine. You can’t just take this body away.” He propped himself up slowly on his elbows, and the movement made his cock swing forward like a massive pendulum, tugging visibly before it thudded against his thigh. The enormous shaft swayed once more before coming to rest, only for his balls to follow, colliding together with a thick, sloshing bounce that made the mattress dip. The fleshy heft echoed in Blaine’s ears, and his jaw went slack as though he were watching something impossible and hypnotic unfold right in front of him. “What? You don’t like your handiwork?”

Blaine gasped as his face blazed red and finally managed to stand up and move at least a few feet away. “I—it’s not that! I do like it, okay? But people will notice. You’ll be humiliated!”

Bryon grinned, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The shift of his oversized assets was hypnotic—his cock slid forward across his lap, his balls dragged and then hung low between his thighs, and his ass spread wide into the mattress. When he rose, it was unhurried, and the heft of his balls bounced softly against his thighs. Standing before Blaine, he leaned down, tilting his head, brushing his lips against Blaine’s lips a moment before their mouths met.

The kiss hit Blaine like a storm. Bryon’s lips were hot, full, and insistent, crashing against his with an audible smack that deepened instantly. Blaine gasped into it, only to have the air stolen from his lungs as Bryon pressed harder as their tongues tangled, and the suction was wet and hungry. Their chests collided, with Bryon’s pecs grinding against Blaine’s lean frame, while below, the immense weight of cock and balls nudged into Blaine’s crotch and thighs.

Blaine’s knees gave way, and a low moan slipped from him as Bryon’s mouth devoured his lips. When Bryon finally pulled away, Blaine was gasping for air, his chest heaving, and his lips swollen, breathless, and undone.

“You’ve done more than enough,” Bryon said with a grin, giving his hips a playful sway. His cock and balls swung in tandem, smacking lightly against his thighs, while his massive ass shifted side to side. “Now relax. Enjoy the show.”

Blaine was frozen in shock, with his face burning, as Bryon turned and rummaged through his pile of newly bought clothes. He casually pulled on a pair of oversized underwear that stretched tightly over his massive bulge and ass, then slid into the sweatpants they had found at the mall. The fabric hugged him snugly, leaving no doubt about the sheer volume contained within. He topped it off with a V-neck T-shirt that hugged his torso like a second skin, emphasizing the breadth of his chest.

Minutes later, Blaine was still reeling from the kiss, too stunned to comment while Bryon walked proudly through campus. Every step made his oversized ass sway hypnotically as his bulge pushed forward with impossible prominence. Students turned their heads in shock and awe as he passed, whispering, gaping, and some laughing nervously.

A tall, athletic student passed by, grinning openly. “Damn, man, you’re packing some serious mass there!” he teased, unable to stop looking at Bryon’s lower body.

Bryon laughed and struck a playful pose, turning to show off his massive bulge and butt at once. “Thanks, man! You know it, the bigger the better,” he said, flexing one bicep for good measure. Then, with a wink, he slung an arm around Blaine’s shoulders. “Admit it, Blaine—you like it as much as I do.”

Blaine’s ears turned bright red, and his voice cracked as he denied it. “Y-you’re drawing too much attention!” But Bryon’s grin only widened. He knew Blaine’s denial was a lie.

When they finally reached the lecture room, Bryon faced the predictable struggle of fitting into a standard chair, but this time it was like watching a battle in slow motion. His basketball‑sized ass spread wide, straining against the narrow chair, and the wooden frame groaned and creaked as though it might snap at any second. He shifted slowly, trying to wedge himself in, and the swollen mounds of muscle forced the seat to bend around his bulk.

The massive swell of his balls sloshed into his lap with each adjustment, and their heavy weight dragged and bounced audibly with a fleshy thud as they settled. His cock bunched thickly between his thighs, sliding and twitching with each shift, rolling and flexing as though it had a mind of its own. Bryon twisted left, then right, and the sound of straining wood mixed with low groans as he tried to balance the impossible load as his oversized parts slapped with every motion. The spectacle was both comical and hypnotic.

Bryon groaned louder than he meant to, twisting, wincing, and adjusting again. “These chairs weren’t made for big guys like me,” he said with a cocky grin.

Blaine leaned in to whisper. “I can shrink you just a bit—”

Bryon only chuckled and waved him off. “No way. I’m good.”

His voice was smug and sweet, the tone of someone who knew he was driving Blaine crazy. Then, as if to prove the point, Bryon leaned back, spread his legs wide, and smirked as his hand slid down to absently caress and heft his bulge under the desk. Each rub made him grunt softly, while Blaine could only stare helplessly. Every stroke and adjustment drew him in like a hypnotic trance he couldn’t escape. He couldn’t focus, but at least they were in class.

*

By lunchtime, Bryon was chatting animatedly about sports, gesturing with his hands and leaning forward with a sparkle in his eyes as he recounted last week’s football game and his favorite plays. He laughed easily, at ease despite his oversized lower body filling the space. At this point, he acted like this size had always been his natural proportions.

Blaine sat opposite him, barely touching his food, watching every motion with a dumb grin. Each time Bryon flexed his arm to emphasize a point or tossed his head back in laughter, Blaine felt a flutter in his chest. Blaine found himself chuckling even when he didn’t understand half the stats Bryon rattled off, captivated by how Bryon’s eyes lit up and how effortlessly charming he was.

That was when another student—a muscular, confident jock—strode over with swagger, with his eyes roaming boldly over Bryon’s frame. “Hey, man, what’s your routine? You look like a beast. Those arms, that chest—seriously, you look like a pro.”

Bryon grinned, clearly delighted by the attention, and pushed himself up from the table. “Lots of hard work,” he said cockily, flexing one arm until his bicep bulged like a cannonball. “And good genes.” He twisted at the waist to show off his V-shaped torso, and his enormous bulge and basketball-sized ass shifted and bounced dramatically with each pose.

The other jock circled Bryon like he was admiring a trophy. “Dude, you’re unreal. I didn’t think anyone could be built like this outside of comics.” He reached out to squeeze Bryon’s bicep, letting his hand linger, then tapped his chest. “Solid as a rock, man. And that back—what are you, a machine?”

Bryon only laughed, puffing his chest and striking another pose. “Nah, just disciplined and some magic, you know.” His tone was both teasing and proud.

Bryon gave his pecs a bounce for good measure, making the other jock whistle. The stranger’s fingers trailed dangerously close to Bryon’s oversized butt, brushing the top swell as he circled. Bryon didn’t flinch—he just smirked, clearly reveling in the show and enjoying every bit of attention. Blaine’s stomach clenched with a sharp twist of jealousy, and his jaw tightened as the other jock whistled louder and firmly gripped Bryon’s ass.

Without thinking, Blaine whispered, “Mór-Cliabhrach.” His fingers glowed red under the table. He only wanted to scare that other jock.

Bryon’s breath hitched, and a guttural groan rolled out of his chest as a warmth spread across his pecs. At first, it was subtle—the broad shelf of muscle lifted, nipples pushed forward, and the skin tightened as if pressure built from inside. Then the mass grew faster and fuller, and each pec rose with a stretching creak as fabric strained against the expansion beneath.

Blaine heard the faint pop of stitches and the dragging rasp of cloth pulled too tight. Bryon moaned louder, arching his back as his pecs ballooned outward and his nipples thickened and lengthened, jutting forward like swollen caps under strain. They pushed insistently against the thin fabric, visibly poking through as they swelled. The V‑neck strained, stretching down over an outstanding cleavage that grew deeper with every inch of growth.

Bryon’s fingers reflexively rose, pressing into the inflating muscle, sinking his hands against the swelling mass. Each touch made him groan again, equal parts in shock and pleasure, while the shirt audibly strained with a chorus of creaks and tears. His pecs swelled larger and larger until they loomed like basketballs strapped to his torso, with the skin gleaming with heat and adorned with huge, darkened, and engorged nipples.

Students gasped, and the other jock stumbled away in shock—his wide eyes caught between fear and fascination, clearly aroused but unsettled. Bryon stood panting, his massive chest heaving, the nipples visibly throbbing through the fabric as though even they pulsed; his presence made time stop and scattered any lingering whispers into stunned silence.

Bryon gasped as the growth finally ceased. He panted, and sweat beaded along the deep cleft of his cleavage as his nipples jutted proudly through the strained fabric. His breaths were ragged and hot, and his torso rose and fell before he steadied himself. Then, catching his breath, he turned to Blaine with a slow smirk. “So you don’t like people looking at me, huh?”

Blaine’s face flamed red. “Y-you were just showing off too much!”

Bryon’s laugh rumbled as he flexed his new chest. “Jealousy looks good on you. And hey—you gave me even more to show off.”

Blaine playfully raised his glowing hands to show him he could reverse the spell, but as the glow disappeared, nothing changed. Bryon’s pecs remained huge, nipples engorged, and straining his snug shirt.

Bryon laughed and shifted with a long stretch, raising his arms high as his pecs swelled forward. “Seems like I’m keeping these big puppies,” he said as the taut fabric groaned in protest until a loud rip split down the center of his shirt, and Bryon only grinned widely.

“What the—? Why is this happening? I’ve used this spell before, and your pecs went back to normal,” Blaine said, clearly confused.

The big guy pushed his pecs together with both hands, proudly making them bulge even more, bouncing them playfully as other students gawked. “Feels different than last time—now that they’re free. It’s like they’re softer but plump,” Bryon teased, firmly massaging his overinflated chest.

Blaine’s face flushed crimson at the sight, and panic seized him as he imagined the scene escalating into another full‑blown spectacle. Without thinking, Blaine darted forward, grasping Bryon’s wrist and tugging insistently. “Bryon—enough! Come on!”

Bryon laughed, still pressing his pecs together with a mischievous grin, feeling his chest jiggling with each step as Blaine hurried him toward somewhere more private before the big guy could put on another show.

As soon as they entered their dorm room, Bryon flexed his chest, bouncing the massive mounds with a fleshy slap that echoed in the small room. The motion made them quiver and jiggle hypnotically before he hooked his fingers under the ruined fabric and tore the rest of the shirt away in one powerful rip.

Bryon’s pecs surged forward into the open air, perfectly rounded globes that left Blaine breathless. His nipples jutted proudly, larger than before, flushed dark and thick, glistening as if they begged for attention. He cupped and massaged the heavy domes with both hands, digging his fingers into the flesh and squeezing until the pliant mass shifted and bulged between his fingers. Each knead made him moan aloud as the mounds trembled and bounced.

“Blaine—you gave me boobs this time. And I love them,” Bryon said with a cocky grin, squeezing harder and sensually, and the sound of his hands smacking against the firm flesh only made the strain in his pants more obvious.

His cock throbbed to life, lengthening, stiffening, and rising, pressing urgently against the fabric until it tented, and every beat of his heart made it pulse. Each squeeze and bounce of his chest sent little shivers of visible pleasure rippling across his face.

Blaine was speechless, his mouth hanging open, eyes locked on Bryon’s chest, aroused beyond reason. He barely had time to react when Bryon suddenly caught his hand and pressed it firmly against the vast mounds. The heat radiated through Blaine’s hand as the flesh rose and fell in rhythmic heaves that made his fingertips quake. The skin was slick with a faint sheen of sweat; the texture was velvet‑smooth and iron‑solid beneath the surface.

Blaine shivered, gasping as Bryon guided him downward across the heaving shelf of pecs. The muffled groan rumbling from Bryon’s chest, the faint slap as the mounds quivered and knocked together, and the intoxicating warmth that seeped into Blaine’s trembling fingers made each sensation ten times better. The pecs responded to Blaine’s touch with a subtle, springy give, drawing him deeper into the hypnotic rhythm of Bryon’s body. Blaine’s composure nearly shattered, tensing visibly as Bryon leaned close.

“Admit you like it,” Bryon whispered in a husky, teasing growl.

Blaine gasped, and the tension snapped all at once. “I do! I liked you even before the spells. But now—I can’t stand it!” His words burst out before he could stop them, and then he lunged forward, pressing his lips against Bryon’s in a hungry kiss.

Blaine’s hands clutched and kneaded Bryon’s swollen chest, sinking into the warm flesh as if to test how real it was. Bryon’s grin broke through the kiss, and his eyes sparkled even as he pulled Blaine closer.

With a laugh full of delight, Bryon dragged Blaine toward the bed. “Then let’s enjoy it in bed,” he said with a wicked smirk. “Looks like we’ll be spending lots of time here this semester. And we can test other spells, over and over again.”

Blaine’s restraint finally snapped as he lowered his mouth, kissing Bryon’s swollen tits with wild hunger. His lips dragged across the sweaty slopes, using his tongue to circle and flick the engorged nipples until Bryon cried out and his voice broke into moans. Blaine squeezed the mounds with both hands, kneading the mass as he suckled each nipple in turn, pulling at them with greedy slurps.

Bryon’s back arched, and his head fell back in pure bliss as the wet, noisy worship went on. Then, with a guttural groan that rumbled from deep in his chest, the fabric of Bryon’s pants split with a series of sharp tears, and his cock burst free. The massive, two‑foot cock sprang outward with a heavy lurch, with thick veins pumping blood into it, making it reach its full glory, thick and magnificent. Bryon moaned louder, and his hips jerked as though the sudden freedom sent a rush of pleasure through him. The shaft twitched, pulsing as it arched across his torso.

Blaine’s lips never left Bryon’s tits, his mouth suckling hungrily even as his eyes flicked down in stunned awe, watching the impossible size unveiled, hypnotized by how it throbbed and strained with every breath Bryon took. The room filled with the sounds of Bryon’s desperate gasps, the wet suction of Blaine’s mouth, and the heavy throb of the massive.

The mattress shook beneath them as desire and magic intertwined deeper than ever. “I’ve been saving this spell to use it at the right time,” Blaine said, teasingly looking at Bryon’s handsome face. “Fás Neart Fir,” he added, and his fingers started glowing red, but his eyes suddenly got that same glow, and Bryon’s entire body started heating up.

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