Daily Dose of Magic - Part 10 (Patreon)

Blaine came back to himself with a hard gasp that hurt his chest. For a few seconds, he had no idea where he was. Red light still stained the edges of his vision, and the image of his dad’s endless body stuck in his mind. He could still hear his father’s voice somewhere inside his head, and he could still see the white geysers blasting upward from somewhere beyond the horizon. Worst of all, he could still hear the last warning as clearly as if his dad were standing beside him instead of trapped in another reality.

He blinked rapidly until the dorm room came back into focus, and the first thing he felt was Bryon’s enormous arm draped across him, pressing him firmly against the gigantic chest beneath him. Bryon’s pecs were still swollen, stretched taut by the muscles and the milk contained within. One of the visibly engorged nipples was trapped beneath Blaine’s body, leaking milk and coating their skins with it.

Bryon was massive but still 6’0” tall, which made the rest of him look even more ridiculous. His shoulders were ridiculously wide, his arms looked like massive trunks of muscle, his hips and ass were so huge that they deformed the mattress beneath him, and his thighs rested apart because they physically couldn’t settle any closer together anymore. His soft cock still measured around 8 feet long and about 3 feet thick, resting heavily across the ruined bed and part of the floor, while his balls had grown beyond yoga-ball size, taking up more space on Bryon’s side of the room than they should.

Blaine shook his head and looked down at his body. His belly was still enormous, pushing outward from his otherwise lean frame so dramatically that it looked absurd attached to him. He could feel Bryon’s cum sloshing inside the rounded abdomen, emphasizing the pressure, the heaviness, and the warmth filling him up to the brim. He placed both hands on his midsection and swallowed, realizing once again that it was impossible to move at this size.

Bryon stirred then, smiling and tightening his embrace around Blaine before loosening it again. “Hey, handsome,” he said, slowly opening his olive-green eyes. “You okay?” He asked.

“I—” Blaine began, but he had no idea how to explain what had just happened.

Bryon’s smile faded. “What’s wrong?” he said, trying to adjust his position to look at Blaine’s face. The movement made the mattress groan. More milk came out of his nipples, and his cock throbbed hard, making Blaine feel like he was in the middle of an earthquake.

“Stay there,” Blaine said, resting his head against Bryon’s massive pecs. “I saw him,” he finally said, softly brushing his fingers against the tits beneath him.

“Who?” Bryon asked, clearly confused.

“My dad,” Blaine said slowly, still processing the fact himself.

Bryon didn’t know how to respond. He had been playful about almost everything that had happened throughout the week, but this topic was different. “What do you mean?” He said, carefully moving his hand onto Blaine’s back.

Blaine remained silent for a few seconds, vividly remembering the landscape that his dad’s body had become, processing the fact that Bryon was going down that same path—a giant chest, ridiculous arms, huge hips and ass, legs that had gotten too thick, and the massive cock and balls resting beyond the bed. “He’s alive,” he finally said, taking a deep breath. “My dad’s alive. Or I don’t know exactly what word works anymore. But he’s conscious. He knows who I am. He talked to me in a vision thanks to the magic.”

Bryon got speechless again. “Okay. That actually sounds amazing,” he responded.

Blaine shook his head. “No. I mean, yes. It is. But it’s also really, really bad.” He tried to sit upright, but his belly stopped him, so he rested more firmly against Bryon’s body. “The place I saw in the dream wasn’t some weird magical vision,” he explained. “It’s real, or something like that. The whole landscape I was standing on, the hills, the muscle, and the skin; it was him.” He paused, replaying the scene on loop in his head. “He got too big.”

Bryon struggled to process the scale of the description. “How big?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” Blaine said, looking up and trying to find Bryon’s face behind the massive pecs. “Bigger than a person can be. Bigger than anything can be here. His body kept growing until reality couldn’t hold him anymore. That’s how he explained it. The magic made another place for him, like a pocket dimension or something like that. A whole separate space big enough to keep whatever he became from breaking the world, I guess.”

Bryon stayed silent for a few more seconds. “What did he say?”

“He said I misunderstood the spells. The book matters, but not in the way I thought. The spells aren’t really the power. They’re directions,” Blaine said, trying to make sense of it all.

“Directions?” Bryon repeated. “What does that mean?”

“Like, if I cast a spell to make your chest grow, the words tell the magic where to go and what shape to take. But the actual power underneath it comes from wanting it.”

Bryon instinctively flexed his chest, and his nipples leaked some more milk. “Desire holds magic,” he whispered. “That’s what it means.” His mouth curled slightly into a smile, but it disappeared almost immediately when he realized Blaine sounded frightened instead of excited.

“Dad kept wanting more,” Blaine continued. “It seems like every time he got bigger, he liked it. Every time it happened, the next change was easier because part of him already wanted it before he even started. Eventually he didn’t need to push much anymore.”

Bryon swallowed, noticing how familiar it sounded. “And he couldn’t stop it?”

Blaine shook his head. “I don’t think he wanted to stop soon enough,” he said, aware that their situation was already close to that description. “He said every change felt good, and I guess he kept telling himself one more was fine. Then it stopped having limits.”

Bryon looked down at himself, as much as his chest allowed, and his throat tightened.

“He’s so big that most of his magic is being used to keep him existing. That’s why he couldn’t reach me before. He’s stuck maintaining himself. And his body keeps producing and shooting milk and cum.” Blaine reached for Bryon’s free nipple and pulled at it. “Not like you, though—I mean constantly. He said he’s been shooting like geysers without breaks.”

Bryon flexed his fingers against the mattress. “That’s why you looked at me like that when you woke up. You’re scared I’m turning into your dad.”

Blaine hesitated, then nodded.

Bryon took a deep breath, lifting Blaine with the motion before lowering him again. “Okay,” he said. “So your dad got too big, magic moved him somewhere else, and now he can’t get back. How did he even reach for you now?”

“My mom made his magic stronger in the past, but he didn’t understand it back then,” Blaine started explaining. “She didn’t know about my dad’s experiments; at least I don’t think so. Dad didn’t say she knew anything. But he said her love amplified what he was doing because shared desire is stronger. If love feeds the desire, the magic gets more powerful.”

Bryon’s eyes widened slightly. “Us?”

Blaine nodded. “He knew there was someone because that’s how my magic reached him. He said that we are the reason I could get into that place at all.”

Bryon looked strangely affected by that—in a good way. Under other circumstances he would have smiled, but he didn’t. “Can you get him out?” He finally asked.

Blaine did not answer at first, but Bryon groaned. “He thinks so,” he said. “He said the magic between us might be strong enough to bring him back.” He paused there for a long moment, making Bryon nervous. “But he thinks it might take you instead.”

The hope vanished. “What?” Bryon asked.

“He said the magic doesn’t only stop. If you push it hard enough, something eventually breaks or gets left behind. If I pull him out, all that power has to go somewhere.”

Bryon looked toward the ceiling. “And because I’m—” He waved one hand over himself.

“Because you want this,” Blaine finished. “You love it. You want more. Every time you grow, you make the magic stronger because you’re happy about it. Dad said that kind of desire doesn’t disappear. It finds somewhere to go.”

Bryon was silent for a long time, and Blaine let him be. “If we tried this,” he eventually said, “what exactly would happen? Could I end up like him? “Could I disappear?”

“I think so,” Blaine answered.

“Okay,” Bryon said without hesitation.

“That is not a valid answer for something so serious,” Blaine added firmly, almost annoyed by Bryon’s casual response. “You don’t have to do this. You’ve known me for a week.”

“I know.” Bryon’s dimple appeared faintly. “It has been a pretty intense week.”

“You could lose everything,” Blaine said. “Your parents already think I ruined your life.”

“They don’t know you did it,” Bryon answered.

“That is not comforting.” Blaine frowned. “Your body is already so huge you can barely use a door. You can’t wear normal clothes. And now I’m talking about using you to generate enough magic to tear open another dimension.”

“You’re not using me,” Bryon said. “You’re asking me, and I’m okay with doing it.”

Blaine sighed. “I’m not trading you for him. I won’t do that.”

“Then don’t trade me,” Bryon answered. “I’m not telling you to throw me into some other dimension so your dad can take my room. Bring him back and keep me here,” he added casually, going back to his usual easygoing nature. “You spent the first part of this week making decisions about my body without asking me. Now it’s my decision.”

Blaine’s eyes filled with tears. “Why?”

“Because I love you, Blaine,” Bryon replied without hesitation, pulling Blaine closer until they were face to face.

Blaine groaned as the big guy’s embrace squeezed his cum-filled belly. “I love you too. But you’re crushing the gallons of your cum I already have.”

Bryon laughed, pulling him closer into a kiss that finally broke the tension. They stayed there for a while, kissing and cuddling. They didn’t have to say anything else; their minds were focused on following a plan that sounded insane—just like everything that had happened over the last few days.

Eventually Blaine looked toward the spellbook across the room. “We can’t do this here,” he said. “If you grow even a little more, you’re taking out a wall.”

Bryon looked at the dorm room—at the destroyed bed, the sticky remnants of several cum loads, and Bryon’s body nearly filling his side of the room. “Probably smart,” he admitted.

They agreed to wait until late at night when most students had either gone inside or settled down for the night. Privacy was impossible in any meaningful sense since videos of Bryon’s half-naked body and 8-foot cock had certainly spread across campus by this point. They were choosing nighttime for safety, not secrecy. The athletic practice field on the far side of campus seemed like the best option. It was wide, flat, and isolated after dark, with enough open space that if things got out of hand, Bryon would not crush a dormitory around himself.

Getting there was the problem. Both of them remembered how Bryon had barely fit through the doorframe earlier and how difficult it would be to move around with his current size.

“I’m shrinking you,” Blaine finally said, remembering a spell he had already used.

Bryon’s smile disappeared. “No.”

“Temporarily,” Blaine replied.

“No,” Bryon repeated. “I finally get comfortable looking like this, and now you’re telling me I have to get smaller.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds before Blaine snorted. “You know, for somebody willing to risk becoming a landscape, you are weirdly dramatic about being normal-sized for 10 minutes.”

Bryon sighed. “Fine.”

“And I need to use it on myself too,” Blaine added, patting his belly. “I’m not walking across campus carrying this. Let’s see if the spell works on it.”

Blaine concentrated and whispered ‘Faoiseamh Meáchain’ from memory after spending an entire school day desperately maintaining it on Bryon’s genitals. His fingertips glowed red, and Bryon’s body shivered as the effect looked strange because there was so much more to compress. His shoulders drew inward first, though they seemed to resist, trembling under the spell before slowly losing width. His traps lowered around his neck. His arms thinned, gradually reducing from monstrous trunks to human-sized proportions.

His pecs followed, and Bryon grimaced as they shrank. The yoga-ball-sized mounds slowly drew inward toward his torso. Milk dribbled more freely from his nipples for several seconds as the compressed tissue adjusted, and Bryon looked offended when he could see down past his chest again.

“It feels so wrong,” Bryon complained.

“You were a lot smaller five days ago,” Blaine reminded him, snorting.

“I was young and stupid,” Bryon replied. “I’ve changed.”

The spell moved lower. Bryon’s abdomen pulled tighter, his hips reduced, his thighs thinned, and his enormous ass shrank beneath him. The goal was mobility, not erasing every magical change so nothing returned to its original size. His enormous balls began contracting under the spell, and the 8-foot soft cock lying beyond the bed shortened and narrowed.

Eventually, Blaine stopped when Bryon’s anatomy reached dimensions that ordinary oversized clothing could contain. Still, he was enormous by any normal standard.

Blaine then focused on himself, looking down at his belly. He rested one of his glowing hands over the taut skin, concentrating on compressing the immense amount of cum filling his guts. At first nothing happened, but he frowned harder. Then the belly shook and started reducing in size. The sensation was different from normal shrinking. Nothing inside him disappeared, but the pressure folded into a more reduced space.

His belly moved back toward his torso in stages, reducing from two-yoga-ball size to a beach-ball-sized mound that he could hide under loose clothing. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. For the first time in hours, he could straighten without his enormous abdomen dragging his balance forward.

Blaine smiled, and then Bryon flexed his pecs, and it was enough to break Blaine’s concentration. Bryon’s shoulders exploded outward several inches, his chest pushed forward, and his reduced cock throbbed hard, gaining a few inches in a heartbeat, and at the same moment, Blaine’s belly burst forward.

Blaine staggered backward as the weight returned. He clenched his hands as the red light brightened around his fingers, and everything compressed again.

“Do not flex,” Blaine said, pointing at Bryon.

“You lost concentration because I flexed?” Bryon asked, clearly pleased as Blaine blushed and nodded. “That’s adorable.”

They practiced for a while before leaving, and Blaine discovered that he could maintain both compressions simultaneously. It was still hard because Bryon’s body wanted to spring back toward its larger version, while Blaine’s belly felt so pressurized that it was almost unbreakable. Even a laugh could weaken the spell, and Bryon bouncing his chest weakened it so badly that one pec inflated halfway back before Blaine shouted at him.

Eventually, they reached a workable state. Blaine dressed in loose clothes that gave his temporarily reduced belly some room in case of small slips, while Bryon found the stretchiest oversized sweatpants and shirt they could manage. Nothing looked normal on him, but at least he could pass through a door without having to squeeze his shoulders against the frame.

The walk across campus started surprisingly well for about two minutes. Then, Bryon started talking about how it felt like everything was trying to come back. Blaine tried to focus on the spell to keep it working, ignoring Bryon’s words, until the big guy mentioned how his balls felt weird. Blaine insisted on changing the subject, but as Bryon mentioned how his crotch seemed to be on the verge of bursting, Blaine lost it.

Bryon froze mid-step as his cock and balls grew rapidly in his pants, doubling in size within seconds. His cock thickened under the fabric, his balls pushed lower, and the fabric stretched across them. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and repeated the spell, managing to regain control as Bryon’s body reluctantly compressed again.

“If I hear another word about your balls, I’ll leave you here,” Blaine said, taking a deep breath. “And no more flexing.”

Bryon laughed, and Blaine’s concentration broke again. This time, Blaine’s belly ballooned outward so fast that his shirt rode up, exposing the smooth skin. Bryon’s chest swelled under his shirt, and one seam snapped while his cock sneaked halfway down one pant leg. Between arguments and jokes, their bodies grew and compressed several times on their way to the field as Blaine kept getting distracted by Bryon’s simplest actions.

It took them nearly twice as long as expected to cross campus, stopping several times as their little accidents kept happening. The worst slip happened when Bryon whispered, ‘Your belly’s coming back.’ Blaine instinctively looked down, but it wasn’t true—Bryon had tricked him. The distraction caused it to happen anyway. His abdomen pushed outward at the same time Bryon’s cock and balls expanded so violently that the front of his pants looked seconds away from exploding. Still, Bryon laughed and enjoyed the moment.

By the time they finally reached the field, Blaine’s forehead was damp with sweat. The main lights were off, leaving the field almost dark.

Bryon looked around. “This should work.”

Blaine breathed out slowly, nervous again now that they had arrived. He moved farther onto the grass, with his fingers still glowing faintly from the effort of maintaining the spell. He stopped near the middle of the field with Bryon standing several feet in front of him. He looked at the yard lines around Bryon’s feet, the goalpost beyond him, the bleachers, and the fence. Ordinary things looked smaller with Bryon’s body there—even in his reduced form.

“Ready?” Bryon asked, smiling at Blaine.

Blaine nodded, took a deep breath, and released the spell. Their bodies rebounded immediately. Blaine doubled forward with a gasp as his belly pushed outward so quickly that the sudden increase in weight nearly pulled him face-first into the grass. The compressed volume of cum inside him expanded back into physical space, making his shirt roll up. His waistband disappeared beneath his belly as it grew past the size it had reached during their worst concentration slips. It quickly got so heavy that he had to spread his legs awkwardly to stay up.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as the weight increased even more. He managed to take two weak steps before giving up and lowering himself to the grass. Once seated, his belly filled his lap, forcing him to lean backward onto one hand.

Across from him, Bryon was having an even more dramatic return. His shoulders exploded outward, and the shirt instantly tore across the upper half as Bryon’s chest and back expanded beneath it. His traps thickened around his neck, and his arms ballooned into their true massive proportions—his biceps and triceps became huge rounded masses again. His pecs pushed outward until each returned to the enormous yoga-ball-scale mass, and milk began gathering at Bryon’s thick nipples. His abdomen expanded, his hips widened, his ass filled out heavily behind him, and his thighs grew so thick that his stance was forced wider.

Then his pants failed. Bryon’s balls swelled out of the compressed state and quickly surpassed any space the fabric could provide. The front and inner seams stretched, groaned, and tore apart as the orbs regained their beyond-yoga-ball dimensions. His soft cock followed, lengthening toward the ground as it returned to 8 feet long and around 3 feet thick. A strong burst of cum shot from his slit, quickly spreading a large puddle beneath them.

Bryon looked at himself and flexed, making his gigantic chest bounce. “That’s better.”

Blaine laughed despite everything. “You missed that?”

“So much,” Bryon answered immediately.

“You had it gone for maybe 20 minutes,” Blaine said.

“Worst 20 minutes of my life.” Bryon flexed even more to tease Blaine.

Blaine shook his head, then he took a deep breath, thinking about the spell he was about to use and considering the possible outcome of what they were about to try. He watched Bryon’s enthusiasm, which helped him calm down despite the fear of losing the big guy.

“I’m ready,” Bryon said, clearly excited. “Hit me with it.”

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