Bakecraft and broomsticks

by Ferin Rosca

A new bakery opened in town. You just gotta try their sweets, they are absolutely life changing!

It had been another long day of classes at the local university. Andrew walked down the sidewalk towards his apartment building going over his lesson plans and homework in his mind. He was deeply absorbed in his tasks and didn’t notice when his shoulder collided with something solid and heard someone say, “what the hell man?!”

Stumbling back a little bit and snapping out of his trance, Andrew looked to see who he hit and blanched. It was Tadd, the top wrestler at their school, and a bigger jerk you could not find. Andrew meant that literally as Tadd was one of the biggest jocks on campus and liked to throw his weight around. Easily 6’6” and built like a brick house, his considerable strength was used both on the mat and on campus, just not in any way that was good to those on the receiving end. Andrew also had a prime view of Tadd’s other big source of pride as his considerable crotch was right in line of sight as Andrew kept his head down. It was no secret Tadd was the most endowed man on campus, the singlets he wore for competitions guaranteed everyone knew that.

“Oh crap, sorry Tadd,” Andrew said as he dropped his gaze and hurried to move on from this awkward and potentially bad situation. “I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see you,” Andrew stammered as he hoped to disappear instantly.

Tadd wheeled around and saw Andrew, his face changing from mild annoyance to malicious delight as fast as a light switch. “Well, if it ain’t little ol’ stickbug,” Tadd said with contempt as puffed his considerable chest out, making himself look as big as possible. “Didn’t know anyone could miss seeing me,” he laughed to his buddies.

Andrew blushed and said nothing, he hated that nickname, and Tadd knew it, so he took every opportunity to call him that. Andrew never knew why Tadd had singled him out freshman year, but for some reason Tadd had decided Andrew was going to be his college bullying target.

“You’re lucky I gotta meet up with the coach and I’m running late,” Tadd barked snidely, “otherwise I’d take great pleasure in making you pay for bumping into me.” With a deliberate force, Tadd rammed his own elbow into Andrew’s arm as he passed, leaving Andrew clutching what would most definitely be a bruise soon enough.

Andrew let out a long sigh and was just thankful he got off easy as he started up his route home again. “Stickbug!” the taunt rang in his head as Tadd’s snarky face swam about with his trademark sneer. Though he hated that nickname, he knew it was not without merit. Andrew was quite often mistaken as someone still in high school, even though was nearing 22. At only 5’ 9” tall, he was painfully aware how average he was. His thin frame was not unhealthy or anything, he was in good shape if a little skinny. One could say Andrew was good looking in his own way, but when you’re followed around by someone like Tadd all the time, anything good ceases to exist when compared to him. Tadd only made the nickname up to draw an even more stark contrast between the two of them, to show how big he was compared to this, “stickbug”.

“One day that guy will get what he deserves,” Andrew muttered despondently, “just wish it was me giving it to him.” Andrew knew he had less than a snowball’s chance in hell to win in a fight with Tadd, apart from the obvious physical differences, Andrew just wasn’t very confrontational or confident.

Andrew’s mind formed an image that made him smile at the ground. There was Andrew; bigger, stronger and more powerful than Tadd, holding him up by the scruff of the neck while his legs kicked uselessly in the air. Andrew saw himself laughing as he paid back in kind the treatment he had endured since starting university. He couldn’t help but blush as he took in the enhanced version of himself his imagination had created, including the other item that had to out doo Tadd, his junk. There a grapefruit sized bulge stood out in pants that looked ready to burst open. Andrew felt his own member tingle and shift in his underwear and immediately snapped himself out of it, throwing all those enticing images away to avoid an embarrassing situation in public. “Knock it off,” he admonished himself, “nothing like that will ever happen and you know it.”

It was when he had stopped shaking his head clear of those thoughts that he noticed it. Andrew had stopped right in front of a shop he had never seen before. It appeared to be a bakery by the displays of treats and goodies in the window displays. Elegant cakes, tasty looking cookies, and mouthwatering tarts lay artistically arranged in decorative cases behind the glass. He lifted his head to see a sign above the doorway, made of wrought iron, twisted into the shape of a chef or was it a witch, a wizard perhaps? The figure was on a broomstick flying through the air, with the name underneath: Bakecraft and Broomsticks.

“That’s actually kind of cute,” thought Andrew when he had finished reading the sign. He bet this was some new bakery that opened up recently, as he pictured a sweet little granny in a costume witch hat serving a tray of fresh baked goods. This made Andrew smile remembering treats his own grandma had made for him when he was young.

Strangely, Andrew noticed that nobody else walking past it even glanced at the mouthwatering display. In fact it was almost as if they couldn’t see the place, but its elaborate front was almost impossible to miss. Let alone to ignore the smell coming from there. “Wait,” thought Andrew, there wasn’t a smell just a bit ago, was there?” Something deep inside of him felt a slight, uneasiness, at the confusion he felt about this place. Had he been hit by Tadd harder than he thought, and was now hallucinating? His arm gave a sharp throb at the thought of Tadd, and the pain snapped him from concern. At the same time he smelt the sweet scent from the shop and his stomach gave a soft rumble. The thought of a sweet treat was enough to push any concern to the back of his mind.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a look inside,” thought Andrew as he considered taking something home to make up for the earlier run in with Tadd.

As he reached for the door handle he paused just long enough to register an odd feeling in the center of his chest, something that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He hadn’t even had a chance to recognize it before he heard the tinkling of a bell as he stepped inside.

At first Andrew had to shield his eyes as it seemed to be much brighter once he opened the door. However, that soon faded and he was able to take a look at his new surroundings.

He looked in genuine surprise at the inside of the shop, he could tell something was different about this place. It looked like the grand entry hall of an old Victorian house you’d see is some historical drama. Carved woodwork, heavy ornamentation, colorful wallpaper, and an elegant staircase at the end of the hall leading up to unknown rooms above him. Along one side of the hall was a large display cabinet with an old fashioned register and counter. Andrew saw doors leading back to what he thought must be the kitchen behind the counter. On either side of him were large archways leading off into rooms set up with overstuffed chairs and clothed tables, places for people to sit and enjoy their treats and drinks he assumed.

“Well, this is not quite what I was expecting,” mused Andrew, thinking he would find some kind of standard chain shop with quirky decorations. “It’s almost like a movie set in here.”

It was an old fashioned, but pleasant space. Lots of plants, curios, and furniture that appeared a bit formal but comfortable. Andrew approached the counter and saw there was no one behind it. In fact he registered that there was nobody else at all in the shop, could this place have just opened perhaps? Large windows covered in closed, lace curtains let in natural light but blocked all view of the outside. Andrew thought that was a bit odd as it seemed showing off the inside of the place would draw curious people in. In fact the very atmosphere of this place gave Andrew an odd feeling, nothing bad, just… different and he couldn’t explain it.

Looking at the display cabinet of various baked goods he saw several mouthwatering displays, but noted that there were no cards describing what they were, and no price tags either. Andrew was starting to worry if this was going to be one of those shops that charged high prices for luxury sweets. The phrase “if you have to ask, you probably can’t afford it” passed through his mind.

Looking around the counter he saw a small arrow shaped sign pointing to an old fashioned desk bell that said, “Ring for Service”. Andrew reached out a hand for the bell, and just has he hit the little button on top, he felt a small shock and withdrew his hand quickly as the sound of the bell rang through the hall.

Rubbing his hand in surprise more than pain Andrew started as the door behind the counter slid open, and what stepped out was not a sweet little grandma in a pointy hat.

“Welcome to my shop,” beamed the man. “I apologize for not being up front to greet you right away” The shopkeeper stopped and smiled when he saw Andrew standing there slack jawed and staring. Andrew couldn’t help but stare at the massive man in front of him. He looked to be almost 7 ft tall and built like someone you’d see conquering a bodybuilding competition for sure. His long black hair drawn back into braids and a pony tail keeping it from his handsome face. The apron he wore on top of his simple button up strained just as much as the shirt to contain massive pecs, and his arms looked like he would have no trouble shredding the sleeves if he wasn’t careful. Piercing yellow eyes gazed back at Andrew and the smile the man wore showed of a near perfect smile, although with rather sharp canines.

“Hello, my name is Ferin,” the man’s deep tenor was almost melodic and extremely pleasant on the ears, “how may I help you today?”

Snapped from his reverie, Andrew stumbled with his words and unconsciously looked around as if he forgot where he was for a moment. “I just noticed this place and figured I’d come in and see what you got,” muttered Andrew slightly embarrassed as he shifted his stance to deter his dick from its threat of getting hard.

“Well, I can tell you we’ve got quite a lot to offer here,” stated Ferin as he moved behind the display cabinet, “I do my absolute best to provide a wide variety of baked goods, pastries, sweets, and the like.” He flashed another grin and added, “I can assure you though my sweets have always been highly praised, life changing some would say.” Ferin suddenly noticed the now livid bruise on Andrew’s arm from before and threw in, “it looks like you could use something sweet, bad day?”

Instinctively covering the bruise, Andrew chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, kinda ran into someone who doesn’t really like me. Got any suggestions on what to have?” he charged on, desperate to change the subject. “I’ve never really seen so many different baked goods, so I’m not sure what to get.”

Ferin’s golden eyes raked the young man before him and he smiled. “You’re in luck, then. I’ve got a special I do for customers who don’t really know what they want,” the shop keep said as he looked up and down the cabinet. “It’s like a tasting flight, a few samples of various treats I pick for you to give you a unique experience, included with a drink. It makes for a good first try at something new”

Andrew liked this idea, but then remembered something and cautiously asked “uhh… how much would that be, I haven’t seen any prices and I can only do so much.” Ferin just smiled pleasantly and stated, “for you it’s on the house today.” His golden eyes flashed to the now covered bruise. “Like I said, it looks like you could use something sweet.”

Andrew was shocked at this statement, but being a college kid he wasn’t about to turn down something like this for free. “If you’re sure, that sounds wonderful,” he said, smiling broadly. “I don’t want to put you out or anything.”

Ferin only smiled and took out a small notepad. “No trouble at all if I can help make someone’s day better. Just follow me, please.” The enormous man stepped from behind the counter and headed towards the foot of the stairs. Andrew seemed a bit confused as the table and chairs were in the rooms to either side of the hall.

Seeing the young man’s confusion, Ferin explained, “I prefer to do these tasting experiences in a few private rooms I have upstairs. It allows me to cater more to my customer’s needs and gives you a nice, specialized experience.” Not seeing anything wrong with that, Andrew proceeded to follow Ferin up the majestic staircase and to the next floor above.

Hoping to fill the silence, Andrew decided to throw out some small talk. “This shop is really something, and you don’t see places like this anymore.” Then without thinking Andrew added, “Bet the high ceilings are a godsend for someone as tall as you.”

Chuckling softly, Ferin replied, “Yeah, this place and I kind of found each other and I’ve been running this bakery ever since, here we are!” They had stopped in front of a heavy wooden door with a plaque that said the “Sapphire Room”.

Ferin opened the door and inside was something like a bedroom that had been converted into a small sitting/dining room. A large fireplace was crackling merrily and a few squashy arm chairs were placed around a lace topped table. An extremely comfortable looking bed sat in a corner and Andrew noted that it was quite large, more than enough even for someone like Ferin to fit just fine. Like downstairs, there were curios, plants, and other various decorations all over. The walls were covered in a blue velvet with a pattern of golden stars. “This must be where the room got its name,” thought Andrew as he sat in one of the chairs at the table, while Ferin made sure the fire was in good order.

Ferin pointed out the private bathroom off to one side and said, “Just make yourself comfortable and I’ll bring up your tasting flight.” With that the large man left the room, closing the door with a soft snap.

Andrew took in the room around him, it was warm and cozy, far from the stuffy feeling you would normally get in one of these old fashioned buildings. He appreciated the private bathroom as Andrew had forgotten to ask where it was in case he needed it. However, he confirmed his theory that this place must have once been a home as it was a full bathroom with a shower. He passed the time looking around at the old knickknacks around the room, all had been chosen to fit the overall style of the room, lots of things related to astronomy by the look of it. Just as he was examining a rather elaborate telescope in a glass case there was a small knock on the door. Ferin quietly opened the door and pushed in a cart with a covered dish and full tea service. Andrew quickly returned to his seat and waited for Ferin to finish setting things up for him.

“I’ve gone ahead and chosen several treats I don’t think you’ll have had the chance to try,” Ferin explained. “I’ve also selected a type of tea that should complement the sweets quite nicely.” He took the time to pour Andrew a fresh cup of perfectly warm tea and motioned to have as much sugar and milk as he would like. Then he placed the large covered dish before Andrew and lifted the lid. Andrew took in really elegant selection of various slices of cake and other treats, none of which he had ever seen before. Ferin took the time to explain each one at hand so Andrew knew what he was getting into.

“Starting here we have a strawberry and chocolate Buffenberg Cake,” Ferin pointed to a thick slice of checkerboard cake in pink and brown wrapped in smooth frosting. “Next we have a slice of Matcha Barash Cake, I think the earthy tones will help balance the sweetness of the rest of the desserts” he pointed to a slice of green cake covered in a green mirror glaze with flecks of edible gold on top. He then motioned to a layered confection of cream and what looked like meringue. “Over here we have a hazelnut Dicquoise, and last but not least a small assortment of cookies” He finished by pointing over to a few cookies on a small plate, one decorated with tiny lettering that said Eat Me. “All wrapped up with our house blend of lavender tea,” he finished and placed the delicate cup and saucer within Andrew’s reach.

The spread looked and smelled amazing, and soon Andrew felt his mouth begin to water. “I recommend you eat each one at a time and all in one sitting, then follow it up with the tea,” Ferin explained. Andrew thought it a bit odd he was given instructions on how to eat the offerings, but then again, he wasn’t the expert here. “Thank you very much, this all looks too good to be true,” Andrew beamed back at the unusual baker.

“Like I said before,” said Ferin with a small wink as he wheeled the cart back into the hall, “most people find my treats to be life changing, do enjoy and ring the bell should you need anything.” Ferin made a final gesture at a pull cord by the door and saw himself out.

Andrew could not wait to dig in, something about these sweets seemed to be calling out to him, his stomach was growling now in anticipation. He had never felt so enthusiastic about this kind of thing before, but he knew he was in for something really special. He picked up the fork provided and began looking to see what to attack first.

Andrew decided that the first thing to try would be the most eye-catching of the deserts and went straight for the Barash cake. Its deep green coloring no doubt from the matcha added during baking. He had always liked the taste of green tea and he figured he shouldn’t end with the cup of tea right after a tea flavored cake. He took the first bite and felt the light sweetness of the cake mixed with the bitterness of the matcha. They formed a fantastic balance of flavors and the cake itself was incredibly moist with the frosting between the layers being silky smooth. It seemed like no time at all before he was putting his fork down with a satisfied grin.

Looking over the remaining flight items he decided to try the Dicquoise, as Ferin called it. He had never heard of this kind of desert before so he was rather interested. He looked at the layers of cream, cake, and something rather hard like a cracker all layered artistically on top of each other. His first taste of this was full of the richness of chocolate cake, the decadence of the hazelnut cream, and the pleasant texture of the cracker-like layer, which turned out to be a meringue. It was sinfully rich but the portion was just right as he didn’t feel anything close to full. In fact the more he ate, the more he wanted to eat and a pleasant warmth was spreading through this body.

Licking his lips Andrew then took on the next and last slice of cake, the Buffenberg. It had a pleasing checkerboard pattern in vanilla and chocolate cakes. Wrapped in a lovely marzipan flavored like strawberry. It was simple, sweet, and had a classic taste. Andrew thought this might be his favorite as it was just the right amount of flavors and reminded him of Neapolitan ice cream. In a flash it seemed the cake was gone. Andrew was surprised at how much he was eating, he hadn’t realized how hungry he must have been before coming in. Especially since these were all rich and heavy deserts. It was rather curious how he felt like he had just enough room for the next course, never getting too full.

The last treat on his plate was the cookies, each a simple but colorfully decorated little sweet circle. Andrew started with the one with “Eat Me” written on it and decided to finish looking around the room while snacking on the last couple of cookies. He found that they were delicious and of very high quality, a perfect finishing touch that reminded him of cookies his grandma used to make for him. After the last cookie was gone and all the pleasant little knickknacks were viewed, Andrew sat back down to finish off the meal with the cup of tea. I was still perfectly warm even though he had taken his time to eat the other snacks, this made Andrew stop and think, “That’s odd, you’d think it would almost be room temperature by now.”

Not one to complain over warm tea, Andrew knocked back the cup, it was a soft floral taste with just the right amount of lavender and bitterness. Andrew sighed as the warm drink slid down his throat. He was really grateful the lavender wasn’t too strong, he had had some teas before that tasted like “old lady perfume” as he recalled it.

Once the last drop of tea was gone, Andrew felt just the perfect level of full and strangely, as if more than just his hunger was satisfied. He sat back in the plush chair feeling the warmth from the tea spreading out from his stomach. At first Andrew was just blissfully savoring the treat he had, but then he noticed something odd. The warmth from the tea and the “fullness” he felt seemed to be spreading all over his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, in fact it was quite enjoyable, but it was growing in intensity and Andrew was certain this was not normal. He began to worry that maybe he had been tricked, had something dangerous been put into those sweets? But a sudden surge of pleasant warmth pulsed through his body and he relaxed a bit. No way was this something dangerous, it just felt too good, too… right.

Andrew decided to go to the attached bathroom to make sure nothing was wrong, he had always been a bit cautious after all. When he stepped in front of the mirror he could not believe his eyes. His hair was changing color! In fact it was going from the soft brown he had grown up with to something that looked like a cross between grey and purple. He watched as the purple bled from his scalp down to the ends of his hair, changing to an appealing shade of dusty lavender, not overly bright, but not dark either. In fact, Andrew rather liked it, he had always thought about dyeing his hair, but never thought a color like this would look good on him.

That’s when he noticed something else too. The purple kept growing, but that wasn’t right. No, it was his hair that was growing, it was growing longer by the second. “What on earth?” thought Andrew as he reached up and grabbed a lock, feeling it lengthen in his hand. Now his hair was down to his shoulders and still going. He had to blow some of it out of his face as it became longer and longer, it seemed to stop round the middle of his back. Andrew had never really thought about having long hair, let alone this long, and well… purple. Even though he should have been scared witless about the sudden change in his appearance, he was oddly calm, none of this seemed to bother him much.

It wasn’t until his hair stopped its strange alteration, that he noticed something else. His clothes felt tighter than before. It was as if they had been shrunk in the wash. Andrew looked back in the mirror and saw something that made him gasp. His clothes hadn’t shrunk, he was getting bigger! He felt that feeling of fullness get more powerful and it felt as if it was everywhere all over his body. He watched as his reflection seemed to creep a bit taller, and saw with giddiness in his eyes as his muscles seemed to swell bigger as well. Andrew couldn’t help but flex his arm and was surprised to see his biceps were much more defined, about baseball size. He had always been skinny so any increase in size was immediately noticeable to him. “Holy cow, this feels amazing,” groaned Andrew as he felt another pulse go through his body and saw another inch or so added on to his height, he could feel the cuffs of his jeans riding up the sides of his ankles. At the same time his overall frame swelled bigger with more muscle, he now had a nice fit look to him, as if at least kept himself physically active. Andrew could see the outline of pecs starting to form below his shirt, the hem of it also creeping up, revealing the faint outline of abs starting to show.

A soft groan left his lips as Andrew let his hands run across his torso, feeling the shape of his new body. His mind was racing, he knew this was not normal, he knew this could not, should not be happening. However, the pleasure he was feeling as the next pulse and increase in the feeling of fullness pushed all thoughts of worry from his mind. “Oh damn,” he muttered as Andrew felt his pecs expand and push forward in his hands, his nipples extra sensitive as they now rubbed against his shirt. He was beginning to look like one of the guys on the college swim team, and if he had to guess he must have been pushing 6 feet tall now!

That sudden realization was coupled with a new sensation of tightness as Andrew realized his dick was now growing rock hard in his pants, he watched as its outline appeared, clear against his now much tighter jeans. He couldn’t help himself and reached down to rub his throbbing cock through his pants, feeling its warmth coming through the denim. A wave of pleasure, much more than he normally felt whenever he touched himself, rushed through his body, and he groaned as he felt his cock expand in his hand, pushing tighter against the front of his pants. At the same time he felt something else shift and saw his balls were also growing, now creating a very noticeable bulge in his pants. They had to be at least the size of eggs now, and somehow felt—well the only way he could describe it was, full.

Andrew felt something else creeping into him, the thought that he wanted more, he wanted to keep growing, to get bigger and stronger. As if responding to his wish his growth accelerated. He felt his body surge taller, and his muscles ballooned. His shirt now visibly strained as his shoulders and traps expanded and he started to look like a regular gym rat. In fact he realized he looked almost as big as Tadd. It was that thought that cemented something in his mind, Andrew needed to get bigger! He had to be bigger than Tadd, as his muscles swelled and grew he knew he now had the strength to fight back, and would never be bullied again.

His muscles continued to grow, his thighs swelling and pinching in his now too small jeans, his calves straining the cuffs. He flexed his arms and felt his cock throb as he saw their size. If he had to guess they were around 20 inches or so. He started looking a bit like an amateur bodybuilder now. He flexed both his arms and attempted a couple of poses he had seen online. He felt the rush of his size getting to him more and more. As if planned he heard the pop of stitches and ripping of fabric. His shirt began to split up the sleeves, and the sides as his back grew wider and wider. The feeling of his clothing shredding as he grew was pure heaven and he could feel his cock leaking warm pre into his underwear, now stretched just as tight as his pants.

With a grunt Andrew flexed his legs and watched as his calves split his pant legs, and the rip just continued up his thighs as his quads were now like tree trunks. His now useless pants were just holding on by the waist. “That’s enough of that,” said Andrew, in a now much deeper and sexier voice. With one swift move he simply grabbed his waist and ripped the rest of his pants right off him. Now in just his underwear, shirt, shoes, he felt his cock swell and expand with its new freedom, his balls churning larger and larger, now reaching the size of plums. Pre leaked from his throbbing head, soaking the front of his now too small boxer briefs. The rush of this new experience was punctuated by the first feeling of discomfort, coming from his feet. Now in ridiculously too small shoes, he looked down right in time to see the fronts of his sneakers rip open, letting his now much larger feet show through in straining socks.

“That feels much better,” he thought. This corresponded to his increasing height as Andrew saw his reflection now reached the upper limits of the mirror above the sink. “Oh shit,” said Andrew, “I must be almost 7 feet tall now!” He had seen a couple of the members of the basketball team so he had an idea of how tall he must be.

Andrew was now reaching such a size that he needed to adjust his stance, his now massive legs pushing against each other and his new height disorienting him as he inched taller and taller. His boxer briefs were being pushed to their limit as his cock pulsed and grew, longer and thicker than anything he had seen. He didn’t have any way to measure it but put his arm down and nearly came when he saw it was just as long as his forearm, and proportionally thick. Veins began to pop and show on his shaft as his boxers were so tight they were almost like they had been painted on him. Andrew took one of his now massive, manly hands and adjusted his crotch, trying to find room for his monster rod and bull-sized balls. He didn’t have to try and get comfortable for long as more sounds of ripping permeated the air and his undies gave up the fight. His balls spilled out from the ripped pouch, and his cock sprang full to attention, pointing strong and proud, leaking pre cum freely onto the tiled floor.

Suddenly he saw fabric fluttering to the floor and realized he had been so preoccupied with his junk that he hadn’t noticed his shirt was completely shredded off his body. When he looked up at the mirror he almost laughed out loud. He was no longer an amateur bodybuilder, in fact he looked like he could easily just sweep the field at Mr. Olympia. Andrew tried a most muscular pose and saw his thick neck swell, his biceps big enough to crush someone’s head and thick meaty forearms ending in massive sexy hands. Veins had begun to show all over his growing body and he ran his hands down his cobblestone road of abs, he had to have an 8 pack at the very least! “Fuck, this feels so good,” groaned Andrew as he rubbed his massive pecs and tweaked his nipples.

The feelings of his growth were starting to get to be too much and his still expanding cock was desperately in need of some attention. Andrew faced the mirror again as he began to stroke his cock with one hand and flex his other arm. “Fuck this is amazing, gotta keep growing,” he moaned as his strokes quickened. It was then he saw something new changing in his reflection, his skin looked an odd color, almost like it was turning green! He chuckled as he thought he might be turning into the Hulk, but the patches of color slowly covering his body were a rich dark hue, similar in fact to the coloring of that cake he had eaten.

Things seemed to be falling into place in his mind now. “It was the sweets,” he muttered in a deep, baritone voice; slightly rough around the edges in its sound but just devastatingly sexy. Andrew watched his reflection change more and more, the green now covering him head to toe.

He finally noticed his face for the first time since his hair had changed. Who was that looking back at him?! “Is that me?” asked Andrew as he touched the mirror with his huge green hand. Looking back was a person who looked kind of like Andrew, but was if anything a drastically more handsome and sexy version of his previous face. His eyebrows had changed to the same dusty purple as his hair, and a thick stubble of same color was starting to form. It grew into what looked like a perfectly trimmed and shaped goatee and mustache combo. It made Andrew think of someone he had seen in fantasy games and novels. That kind of super manly warrior look that he had always found to be insanely sexy, and had regularly blown a load or two over.

Captivated by the changes in him, Andrew felt an odd pulling in his lower jaw almost as if his teeth didn’t fit together the same anymore. He grunted as he felt it push forward just enough to give him a subtle under bite, and suddenly his teeth felt like they were rearranging themselves in his mouth. It was an unusual feeling but thankfully not painful. These new changes gave him a slightly exaggerated jawline and chin. Suddenly two sharp points appeared from his lower jaw as his lower canines were growing longer and wider, they grew up past his upper lip and he realized what they were… tusks!

“Am I… turning into an Orc?” thought Andrew as he took in his new appearance. He couldn’t explain it, but this new face, the new teeth, they all just somehow worked. He didn’t look like an ugly monster, he just looked like a sexy fucking, beast of a man… or Orc now rather. It was then he realized he was having to duck to see his face in the mirror. He must be over 7 feet tall now, and it didn’t look like it was stopping.

His mind racing with the changes he was experiencing were starting to arouse him to no end. He returned his focus to his now porn star shaming cock as he realized he had leaked so much pre he was completely lubed up. With each pass up and down his shaft, he felt his hand being pushed open, then growing to catch up. He felt the rest of his body expanding, larger and larger. He felt his feet stretch across the tile as his tattered socks long ago burst. He looked up through the haze of sexual pleasure and saw himself getting closer and closer to the ceiling. How big would he grow? The pressure in his now melon sized balls was increasing, he thought he could actually hear his cum churning in his potent globes. His stroking got faster and he flexed his free arm and saw a massive bicep beyond anything a puny human had. He leaned in and licked his bulging arm giving into his new insane libido. He needed to grow, he needed to cum, he needed to be the biggest, and he needed this new beginning in his life.

With a monstrous growling roar Andrew’s climax reached its peak. His cock bulged obscenely and forced his hand open as he came. Rope after rope of thick hot spunk shot out of him. It hit everything, the walls, sink, mirror, ceiling, etc. For almost five minutes Andrew unloaded what must have been an honest gallon of hot, thick cum. His body surged and tensed and grew and the feelings of pleasure were so great that Andrew fell to the floor, his new mass shaking the whole room as he hit the tile. It was all just too much for him, Andrew basically short circuited and passed out from an otherworldly orgasm. Just before everything went dark, he saw a faint outline show up in the doorway, a massive shadow of a being reaching towards him as darkness took over.

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Small problems by The Obsessive-Compulsive College freshman Curt has certain inadequacies he’d like to correct. (Hint: Remember the “Better Living through Chemistry” meme?) 7 parts 9,668 words Added Sep 2009 37k views 5.0 stars (9 votes) •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Hyper Cum•Increased Libido

Student body president by BRK Being a warlock at school can be a pain—especially if everybody knows. 2,906 words Added Sep 2004 25k views 5.0 stars (4 votes) •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Self-suck•Multicock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Stretchy•Size Increase•Witch/Warlock/Wizard•Complete

The trainer by Also Known As Needing a new trainer, Thomas finds onewho can push him to the next level, and then some. 7 parts 22k words Added Jan 2014 26k views 5.0 stars (14 votes) •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Size Increase •M/M

Transform: The tutor by Also Known As 6,523 words Added Jan 2014 9,373 views 5.0 stars (2 votes) •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Size Increase

Unexpected growth spurt by rusalko Moving in with the cute guy you've been aching to push your big dick into is exciting and boner-making enough... but then I experienced a very unexpected growth spurt that put us both into sex heaven. 6 parts 11k words Added Dec 2012 Updated 3 Feb 2017 65k views 5.0 stars (18 votes) •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase •M/M