Daily Dose of Magic - Part 6 (Patreon)

Bryon gasped loudly before his breathing quickly turned into a heavy panting as his heart pounded faster in his chest. The heat spread, and he felt an invisible wave washing over him from head to toe. Then, an oddly familiar tingling started around his pecs and spread through his whole body, making his muscles twitch and flex involuntarily. He felt it intensifying as sudden trembles hit him, one after the other, as if preparing his body for something big.

He groaned involuntarily, low and guttural, as if the sound came from the deepest space in his chest, vibrating through his ribs. He arched his back slightly off the mattress without even controlling his body, led only by pure instinct. Blaine felt the tremor travel through the pecs beneath his hands, and his glowing fingertips flared brighter.

“I’m already loving this spell, and it’s only getting started,” Blaine whispered, grinning as he leaned forward and kissed Bryon’s massive tits.

Bryon barely heard him as the sensation intensified all over his body. It started slowly, but then his traps thickened violently, rising behind his neck in sudden bursts that made them rise like mountains beneath his skin. Each heartbeat made them jut higher as the thick cords of muscle stacked atop one another. His neck looked narrower by comparison, but it wasn’t because it shrank but because his traps demanded space, pushing outward and upward with a force that made his skin stretch and gleam.

Then his shoulders exploded outward. He already had broad shoulders, making him look imposing, but now the frame was becoming monstrous. The deltoids didn’t only round out; they pushed outward with such force, weight, and density that the mattress groaned beneath the sudden shift. Each head of the muscle ballooned, thickening, layering, and deepening until the caps of his shoulders resembled cannonballs. With each passing second, they swelled again, bigger, rounder, and harder, taking over the bed’s space.

Bryon gasped, overwhelmed by the growth. “Oh, Blaine! It feels so good.”

Blaine’s hands were everywhere. One was kneading one of the swelling pecs with greedy pressure, digging his fingers deep into the rapidly thickening flesh as though he could shape the growth with his bare hands. The other slid lower, gripping the taut skin beneath the pec with a possessive firmness, squeezing hard enough to make Bryon gasp. Blaine’s actions weren’t gentle. He squeezed, kneaded, and dragged his hands over every inch of swelling muscle as if desperate to feel each new ounce of mass the moment it formed.

Blaine leaned forward and changed the slow kisses on Bryon’s pecs to a more passionate, almost hungry, attention. He sucked at the tightening skin and kissed each pec, applying more pressure on each spot to enjoy the heat and the expansion beneath his lips. Then, when he found Bryon’s thickened nipple, he slowly circled it with his tongue in a wet, teasing motion that made the big guy moan. Blaine grinned and used his teeth to graze the sensitive tip, nibbling lightly, then harder, and tugging at it in a way that sent a shockwave through Bryon’s entire body.

Bryon shuddered violently as his back arched off the mattress and a strangled moan tore from his throat. The sensation didn’t only travel through him; it detonated something inside him, destroying inhibitions and boundaries and setting everything on fire. Every contact of Blaine’s lips against his skin sent shivers down his spine, magnified tenfold as his swelling pecs throbbed. His whole body trembled with pleasure so intense he could barely breathe, and each touch fed directly into the growing magic coursing through him.

His arms thickened next, and it wasn’t only a simple increment of mass. The growth hit him with such force and speed that the pressure coming from within made the muscle jump visibly. His biceps didn’t only swell, but they burst outward, rounding into enormous globes that pushed so aggressively against his skin that it shone under the room’s light. Each new inch he gained arrived with a heated-up sensation, as if someone was injecting his muscles with fire that forced them to expand in all directions.

His triceps fired a second later, bulging massively into horseshoe shapes that seemed to fight for space along the back of his arms. Thick veins snaked up his arms, rising higher, pulsing harder, and expanding with every beat of his heart until they looked like rivers pumping blood into the new mass like never before.

Then his forearms followed. He already had strong arms, but he was gaining so much mass, and his muscles swelled so much that Bryon gasped at the sensation of bones and sinew thickening, layering, and strengthening. Each pulse made his hands tremble as new density filled them, and the tendons stood out like coiled steel cables.

Bryon lifted his arms instinctively, unable to stop himself from staring as the monstrous masses ballooned even further. His whole body shook, trembling with the effort of containing so much new power. When he flexed—because he had to, because the urge to feel the fullness overtook him—his biceps rose higher than before, looking sharper and pushing harder against his deltoids and forearms as every muscle demanded more space.

He groaned in bliss and gasped, then his breathing broke into a ragged moan of disbelief and awe as the transformation continued to ravage his body. Blaine smirked against Bryon’s nipple before closing his mouth fully around it, sucking slowly and intensely. His glowing fingertips dug deeper into the pec he held, and Bryon’s back arched violently.

“B—Blaine—oh, fuck—” Bryon cried out as his lats erupted outward with a violent, audible creak of stretching skin, flaring beneath him so fiercely that he felt himself lifted from the mattress—hoisted by the mass blooming under his ribs. The expansion was as violent and sudden as the rest had been. Each burst of growth hit like an internal shockwave that shoved his arms outward, whether he wanted to move them or not.

His torso thickened with overwhelming pressure as every inch of him swelled with new mass. His abs were still defined and segmented, now pushing outward as the muscle beneath them created a heavy swell at his center. It wasn’t only a hint of a rounded belly, but it was the birth of a pressurized roundness forming as if his core was preparing to hold his upper body when he stood up. He couldn’t help but reach for his middle and caress it, testing its firmness and roundness as it pushed outward with the rest of his body.

Blaine grinned, sliding his free hand over the new curve and giving it an appreciative caress. “Look at you. You’re getting bigger everywhere. I’ve told you, the belly suits you.”

But Bryon barely heard him over the cascading sensations. His hips broadened with a seismic shove that rocked the whole mattress, widening the lower half of his body as though his bones themselves were pushing outward in expanding waves. His ass cheeks didn’t only inflate; they pressed against the mattress and made it sink so much that it creaked. The glutes expanded, but each cheek also gained fat to look bubbly, and what had been basketball-sized grew even bigger, rounder, heavier, and impossibly pumped.

The pressure was intoxicating and overwhelming as more mass filled Bryon from the inside out. It wasn’t passive expansion; it forced him to feel every inch of new mass as it spread through his hips and rear. His ass throbbed, twitched, then ballooned again, straining his thighs apart until he had no choice but to spread them wider. Each new inch dragged a moan from him as his voice cracked under the intensity. He writhed uncontrollably, his back arched and his heels dug into the mattress as the growth overtook him.

Then, between his legs, his balls inflated rapidly. A sloshing pressure surged inside them, so heavy and full it almost sounded wet as a churning weight dragged them downward. The growth hit violently, swelling them from basketball-sized to monstrous in mere breaths. With every pounding heartbeat, the orbs ballooned, rising past cantaloupe, swelling so abruptly that Bryon gasped at the loud, fleshy stretch of skin pulled to its limit. His balls bounced under their own weight, wobbling, sloshing, and trembling between his thighs like overfilled water balloons ready to burst as their surface gleamed, glossy, tight, and hot to the touch.

His cock reacted instantly, not only growing but also lunging forward with each pulse. It thickened violently, stretching wider than his thigh, with veins bulging like roots rolling under fever-hot skin. He groaned as it lengthened beyond two feet, then pushed past that in heavy, throbbing increments. The shaft slapped heavily against his swelling tits as it grew, and the weight alone was enough to make them bounce. By the time it reached four feet, it lay across him like a monstrous beam of heat, twitching, pulsing, and drooling thick precum that oozed down the massive length as Bryon moaned helplessly at the overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck! That’s hot,” Blaine breathed, staring as if witnessing a miracle.

He reached down, carefully wrapping both hands around the base of Bryon’s monstrous cock, smirking at how his hands looked like tiny and helpless things trying to hold a titan. The moment Blaine touched him, Bryon shuddered, and a guttural moan ripped from his throat as the massive shaft twitched violently in Blaine’s grip. Blaine squeezed, and the cock responded with a deep throb that he could feel travel through the entire length. It was like pressing into a coiled beast made of heat and pulsing veins that reacted at the slightest touch.

Slowly, Blaine guided the enormous shaft upward. Its weight made the motion slightly easier since it was so big that it leaned toward Bryon’s torso. Blaine moved his hand over the massive shaft, feeling the thick veins rushing blood into the flesh to make it longer, thicker, and firmer. As he pushed it higher, the underside of the cock slid along Bryon’s swollen core, dragging a thick smear of precum across his skin, leaving Bryon gasping and arching his back.

When it finally reached Bryon’s pecs, the massive length slid into the canyon of muscle with a wet, heavy sound—skin against skin, heat against heat. The shaft sank between the pecs, settling into an impossibly tight embrace as the weight forced the pecs apart before they swallowed around the girth. Bryon let out a broken, helpless cry as the slick length nestled deep, and the motion caused his pecs to jiggle, bounce, and then clamp instinctively around it.

Blaine pressed the cock deeper, watching the pecs mold around it, feeling the vibrations of Bryon’s moans travel through the muscle and the shaft. The pec‑flesh squeezed back, plush and firm and overwhelmingly hot, trapping the colossal cock with such force that it made Bryon tremble uncontrollably.

“Fuck—Fuck—” he gasped, and the sound cracked with raw bliss as his cock throbbed violently between his pecs.

Blaine smirked, tightening his grip around the base as he pushed the last few inches into the slick valley of Bryon’s chest, and the cock settled in place with a deep, heavy shudder that echoed through Bryon’s entire frame, who moaned helplessly. His pecs were still swelling further, rising like inflating beach balls. The nipples thickened, lengthened, and darkened. Each squeeze of Blaine’s hand made them throb visibly.

Blaine kissed one. “How much do you like the tits I gave you?” He whispered, and Bryon’s answer was a breathless, desperate moan. “Would you like them bigger?” Blaine asked.

“Yesss—Blaine—yes—” Bryon cried out.

Blaine planted his glowing hand firmly on the pec, gripped as much of Bryon’s massive cock as he could with the other, and spoke with a wicked, delighted smirk. “Bainne-Tuil Mór.”

Bryon’s whole body seized. His pecs swelled outward violently and breathtakingly, firming and rounding so massively they blocked his vision almost entirely. The skin stretched tight, glowing with heat, and trembling under the pressure of rapid expansion. Each new inch gained made the massive orbs jump, rising higher, heavier, and fuller, as if two mountains were forcing their way out of his chest.

Below, his balls didn’t only balloon; they erupted in size. The growth hit fast and hard, and the orbs swelled with a liquid weight that sloshed loudly, obscenely, as each movement created ripples that pulsed through the room. They expanded toward yoga‑ball enormity, dragging heavily against the soaked sheets as though gravity itself had become obsessed with them. The skin stretched to a glossy, near‑shimmering tightness, and every vein stood in stark relief as the churning pressure inside increased.

His cock convulsed with such force he couldn’t stop the broken moan tearing from his throat. It throbbed violently, jerking upward like a seismic jolt that rolled through the monstrous shaft. Thick veins bulged along its length, pulsing with blinding heat as the head swelled, flushed dark, and shone with a constant spill of precum that streamed down the massive length. Every heartbeat sent another shockwave of growth through it, a visible lunge forward, a heavy bounce, and a twitch so powerful it rocked Bryon’s entire torso.

The sound of it all was overwhelming. The stretching skin, the wet slosh of his expanding balls, and the heavy throb of the massive cock sounded like a symphony, making the expansion more dramatic.

“This spell’s a bit playful…” Blaine teased, lowering his mouth to Bryon’s nipple. “It means ‘Great Milk Flood.’ Or something like that. Let’s see what it really does,” he said, and latched on hard, using his lips, teeth, and tongue to work on the engorged nipple.

Bryon screamed, and everything exploded at once. His pecs didn’t only erupt; they burst open like ruptured hydrants as milk blasted from both nipples in body‑shaking torrents. The stream feeding Blaine hit his mouth with such force that it made his cheeks bulge as milk went past his lips in an endless flood; he struggled to swallow fast enough. The second torrent arced violently, splattering across Bryon’s chest with the heavy percussion of a fire hose on full blast, slamming against his pecs, splashing up his neck and face, cascading in sheets over his arms, and pooling instantly beneath him.

His cock convulsed and then detonated with a violent jolt. The eruption was a cannon blast of cum, firing across the room in a thick, roaring wave that struck the wall with a deafening, wet smack that echoed like paint buckets hurled at full speed. The torrent didn’t thin; it intensified, exploding from his slit in massive, unbroken surges that spilled outward with enough force to rattle the bed frame. Each involuntary thrust of Bryon’s hips unleashed another tidal wave, spraying across the ceiling, raining down, and coating furniture in thick sheets that slid down the walls.

Blaine clung to him—sucking, swallowing, choking, moaning—as the cream pouring into his mouth became a flood, slapping audibly against the back of his throat. Cum and milk didn’t only flood the room, they overwhelmed it. The bed soaked through instantly, and the mattress gave up as a waterfall of white poured off the sides. A puddle became a pool. A pool became a rising lake as waves of hot, thick fluid sloshed outward as Bryon arched and convulsed, releasing more than any man should physically be able to.

He was barely conscious, trembling as his entire body jerked and shuddered, overwhelmed by waves of bliss moving through him. His toes curled so hard they dug into the soaked sheets, his fingers clawed helplessly at the mattress, and his hips bucked without rhythm as pleasure far beyond anything human tore him open from the inside.

His tits throbbed violently, and each contraction forced another heavy gush of milk from the swollen nipples. His cock showed absolutely no signs of stopping. The monstrous shaft continued to erupt in torrential waves that fired through the tight canyon of his pecs, which Blaine kept squeezed closed around the girth. The torrents roared out of him, slapping against pec‑flesh, spraying upward, and raining down across his already drenched torso.

Minutes passed, and the sound of flooding liquid, milk splashing, and cum crashing heavily into the rising pool around the bed continued. However, Blaine realized that the bed wouldn’t be able to handle Bryon for much longer, so he stopped holding the growth spell, immediately realizing that the changes didn’t fade. The growth spurt was permanent.

Still, he enjoyed the overflow for a while longer until he finally let go of the spell, and it slowed, but only slightly. The torrents softened into powerful, steady pours as milk streamed in thick ropes from his nipples while cum flowed from his slit. And even though Blaine’s glow faded from his eyes and fingertips, the flow didn’t stop. It refused to. It also seemed to be permanent.

He collapsed forward onto one of Bryon’s enormous, yoga‑ball‑sized tits and lay atop it. The pec was so massive that Blaine didn’t only rest on it; he sank into the warm, muscular curve, cushioned by dense, squishy mass that radiated heat. He wrapped his arms around the immense orb, hugging it, feeling it pulse under his cheek with Bryon’s racing heartbeat. Each throb made the pec subtly lift him, as if lying atop a breathing hill.

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked, noticing Bryon’s blank expression.

The big guy was barely conscious. He couldn’t focus his eyes or think of anything clearly. He panted beneath Blaine, with his breath ragged and uneven. Every inhale shuddered through his swollen chest, and every exhale came out as a broken moan. When he finally managed to force out words, they were barely more than a whisper, bliss‑drowned.

“Better… than ever…” he said.

His eyelids fluttered open, heavy and unfocused. It took several seconds for his gaze to steady on Blaine. But when it did, Bryon’s expression flickered with disbelief. He looked down as far as he could past the towering wall of his pecs and saw nothing beyond them. They were too large, dominating his field of vision. It wasn’t until he tilted his head that he caught sight of the monstrous cock still nestled between them. Its massive length was still pulsing, still drooling thickly. His balls were swollen to an impossible size, resting like a pair of planets against the soaked sheets, rising and falling with each sluggish churn inside them.

A faint, astonished groan escaped him as he realized how massive he’d become, how tightly the bed framed him now, and how little space his gigantic body had left.

Blaine lifted his head, smiling warmly, though his eyes still shimmered faintly with magic. He reached down and slid a hand along the enormous, throbbing cock that was as long as he was tall and thicker than his torso. Even the veins that adorned the surface were thicker than Blaine’s arms. Bryon shivered violently at the contact, moaning as the massive shaft twitched beneath Blaine’s touch.

Blaine leaned in and kissed along its length, and each kiss drew a ragged breath from Bryon, who trembled as though every nerve in his body was unbearably sensitive. It was a sensation beyond words that left him sleepy and drained.

“You did amazing,” Blaine whispered against the pulsing cock. “You deserve some rest. It was a lot,” he said, smirking.

Bryon groaned in agreement and slowly closed his eyes, sinking back into the bed that creaked under his massive weight, as his shoulders alone were broader than the mattress.

“But we’re far from done.” He shifted upward and curled atop Bryon’s enormous tit, draping himself across the orb like it was a mattress. The pec rose beneath him with every breath Bryon took, lifting Blaine’s entire body in slow waves as his hand lazily explored the surface. “I’ve still got more spells to test…” he whispered, smirking as his fingers slid down the pec’s curve to find the colossal cock again. “If this is all permanent, then we’ve only just begun.”

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