Keeping curses

by Michverdun

 One day, Samael gets a strange request from a cursed customer.

Added: Sep 2022 7,798 words 4,869 views 4.9 stars (14 votes)

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Samael woke up to the sound of cawing. He waited for just a moment to hear how many caws were in succession. It was only seconds until he heard a CAW CAW CAW from right above him. It was only then when he started to have questions.

He sat up and checked his phone. 7:30? His familiar was saying that there was a customer at 7-fucking-30? Who would actually need him that early? He slowly pulled himself out of bed and pulled on some pants, which were just to make him look okay enough to go out. Whoever was out there was not getting him at his best, and they’d just have to live with that.

He opened up the door from his bedroom to the store, and saw that someone was actually there. The guy was alarmingly nondescript, even while being so handsome. It was like someone had created a checklist of what’s conventionally attractive and went right down the list. Perfect jawline, wavy brown hair, clear skin, built, but not too big. There were thousands of guys like that in this city, though. Samael was sure that someone made these guys in a lab or they just spawned out of thin air.

At the moment, his customer was currently engrossed in a book that he had pulled off of Samael’s bookshelf, which was odd. Samael knew that book, with its tremendously worn cover. It was an incredibly dense book about the history of magic, something that could give someone a headache just trying to understand the first page. Yet, the customer was engrossed in it, so much so that he didn’t even notice that he wasn’t alone in the store. It was odd. Samael thought he’d look more at home lounging on the beach rather than trying to chew through an old book.

However, Samael cleared his throat, trying to get him out of here as fast as possible. Being gawked at by an influencer like he was a zoo animal was bad enough. Having to endure that first thing in the morning? Nightmarish. Because of that, he could only muster up so much excitement when the man nervously walked over.

“Hey, you’re Samuel right?” the man asked. He couldn’t look Samael in the eyes, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Samael. What do you want?” Samael said as he lazily flipped through an open spellbook. Hopefully, this guy just wanted a nose job or something, and they could be done here.

“Right. Sorry. My name’s Cain. My sister, Sarah, recommended I come here because… I might be cursed?”

Oh shit, this guy was Sarah’s sister? He had worked with Sarah a couple of months ago. Samael remembered her mentioning her brother. It wasn’t his fault for not knowing; the two didn’t even look related.

Samael looked at him again, and Cain was right. He could clearly feel some magic energy coming off of the man, and it did not feel right. Samael walked around the counter to get a closer look.

“Is there any specific part of you that’s being affected?” Samael said.

Cain shook his head. “I—It’s making me grow everywhere.” After that, Cain blushed.

Well, that explained the tight fitting shirt. Although, that was a pretty weird curse to put on someone, Samael thought. He asked Cain to take off his shirt and explain how he got here. Cain then obliged and started talking while Samael poked and prodded.

“So, I was just coming home from the gym, and I accidentally knocked into this guy. I apologized and helped him back up, but he-mmh—he just muttered something under his breath.”

Cain’s small moans came from Samael poking and prodding as Samael traced his muscles. Cain was a fit guy, but you could see the beginnings of real size packing onto him. His biceps were a little thicker, his pecs were jutting out a little. He was shredded too, and that’s where the magic shone through. Samael could see the curse, a sickly purple that momentarily appeared in Cain’s veins. The small tests he did on Cain’s body seemed to incite a reaction, both growing Cain ever so slightly and causing him to moan quietly. Samael just ignored the moans, mostly because he was hiding his own boner.

“I didn’t even notice until a few days later,” Cain continued. “I talked with my sister and she told me to find you because I was ‘definitely fucking cursed’. I’m 10 pounds heavier now, and he cursed me like 5 days ago.”

Samael stepped back. That was a lot of muscle to gain, especially for a curse. Being so close to Cain’s body, he could feel the dark power of the curse lodged inside his muscles. It felt angry, and he could tell that it wasn’t going to stop until Cain’s body had broken under its own immense weight. Good thing was it would be easy enough to fix, if not taxing. Samael immediately went back over to his counter and rummaged around until he found the right tool.

When he did, he stabbed it into the counter. It was a curved dagger, a blade as black as obsidian, with a handle wrapped in white twine. It was Samael’s own Cursebreaker knife, a tool that took way to fucking long to make. Even using the thing made him wince. Once he broke this curse, he’d be completely out for the day, if not the entire week.

He then pulled it out of the counter and twirled it around in his hand as he walked back over to Cain.

“Okay, let’s get this over with so that you can go back to normal.”

“Wait, back to normal?” Cain said. “Could I like, keep it for a bit? And then somehow keep the effects? I know it’s a lot but, I’ve never been able to gain muscle like this before. I’m 190 pounds now!” He motioned to his pecs, which were jutting out slightly.

Samael sighed. Obviously, Cain had no clue what he was dealing with. This curse wanted him dead, and curses could change with time. The more that he kept it, the more he was risking. Not to mention the mountains of work it would take to not reverse the effect of it. Samael had never heard of someone doing that before.

He almost rejected Cain’s proposal, told him to find someone else, but he stopped as he looked Cain in the eyes. God, he was attractive, and the way Cain smiled, so nervous but still earnest, Samael couldn’t make the words come out. His lust was overtaking any rational part of his brain, and Samael had said time and time again that he wanted to know as much as he could about magic. What better way than making something completely new?

“Okay, but this is gonna be more than my going rate. Constantly monitoring a curse and trying to keep some effects while reversing others? That’s going to cost more than just money,” Samael said.

“You can have the password to my Instagram account?” Cain said, as he held up his phone.

Samael perked up. Apparently someone told Cain what he needed. Cain’s follower count was in the millions. Samael had heard of using internet clout as a source of spell energy, but his attempts at gaining any social media following had failed. However, if he had access to Cain’s account, he could siphon off the energy while Cain did all the heavy lifting. It’s not like he would be using any of that magic anyway, and if Samael needed sources of magic that weren’t his own body.

“Deal, we’ll talk about money later, because you’re still gonna have to pay that way, too.”

“That’s fine. What do you need me to do?” Cain said

“If you can, you should come in…daily. Just so that I can check and make sure that nothing’s going wrong. If anything weird happens, or you start growing at an insane rate, you have to come in immediately. Got it?” Samael sighed.

“Got it. O-okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Cain walked out of the shop, shirt still in hand.

As he left, Samael heard a loud cawing as his familiar flew around the shop. His familiar was laughing. Samael slumped in the nearest chair as he contemplated what he had just fucking agreed to. He was going to have to spend most of his time dedicated to this curse, and for what? He’d get some new way to use magic, but that just wasn’t worth it. He only agreed to it because of a lapse of judgment, and now some hot, popular asshole was going to get everything he wanted out of this and Samael would be left with nothing.

Samael groaned one last time, a full release of all of his annoyance, and then cracked open a nearby spell book. Even if he wasn’t thinking right, he still promised, and that meant something. So, for now, he’d just have to do research until he could make something completely new.


The next two weeks went by as normally as they could for Samael, save for changing his sleep schedule. Apparently, Cain couldn’t wait to get to the store and was always just outside at 7:30, ready for another round of close inspection of his body. Samael tried to keep it as impersonal as possible, but the bigger Cain got, the harder it became to keep his feelings out of it.

He could feel his hands linger during checkups. It was nothing noticeable, but Samael couldn’t stop himself. His hands were possessed by his own lust, as he traced the curve of Cain’s newly acquired lats or pushed up on Cain’s pecs, which now jutted out from his body. Every part of Cain’s body was thicker now, he was way past a regular gym rat. He looked like an amateur bodybuilder now. It didn’t help that Cain was so noisy during checkups, always grunting and breathing heavily.

“Are you ticklish?” Samael said, feigning ignorance. He knew why Cain was making so much noise. It was the same reason Samael was so quiet.

“Sorry, the gloves are really cold,” Cain said.

Samael rolled his eyes and then slowly pulled off his black leather gloves before dropping them on the floor. So much for being impersonal.

As he started to touch Cain again, all sense of professionalism went out the window. He was fully grabbing and groping, too drunk on how big Cain was getting to stop. At the same time, Cain started to flex, showing off just how big his muscles were getting. It was when he hit a double biceps pose that showed his true development.

His biceps were huge, vein encrusted softballs of power. Samael could feel the power radiating off of them, a dark magic throbbing through Cain’s entire body. Curses weren’t supposed to be like this, but he could do nothing but stare with his mouth open and drool. He wanted to kiss it so badly.

“Please,” Cain begged. “Please kiss it. I need this.”

Hearing his needy begging, Samael could only oblige as his lips met Cain’s bicep. He was ravenous, slobbering all over the arm like it was his last meal. He could hear Cain’s moans as he pawed at his own dick, desperate for release. Samael could only sigh as he kept sucking on a muscle that would soon outgrow his own head. He could feel the magic still, only growing in power with every passing second, but with as close as he was, he could feel something different this time.

Samael pulled away suddenly, pretending that he wasn’t just slobbering over Cain’s arm. “I need some blood from you, just to check something.” He walked back over to his counter, setting up some gunpowder onto a plate.

“What? Ow—!” Cain said as Samael’s familiar bit him on the ear, drawing blood. Samael then came, collected one drop in a bottle, and quickly healed the wound. Samael’s familiar then sat on one of Cain’s shoulders.

“What’s your name, little guy?” Cain said to the crow sitting on his shoulder.

“That’s Bael, Bringer of Eternal Darkness, but you can just call him Bael,” Samael said. Then Samael dripped the blood he had taken onto the gunpowder, and Bael hopped over and spit a small fireball onto the concoction. It immediately burst into a black and purple flame. Clearly from the heavy curse magic, but after that fire sputtered out, there was a small blue flame left behind.

Samael had never seen anything like it before. The curse itself almost had two separate ideas about Cain, as if he was convincing the magic itself.

“This might be better than we thought,” Samael said as he then explained what he had just learned. Most of it went over Cain’s head, but the important parts he got. Probably.

“Anyway, that’s all I need from you for today. See you tomorrow,” Samael said as he waved.

“Actually, could I stay around for a bit? All this magic stuff is so cool, and Sarah never lets me see any of her magic stuff,” Cain said.

Samael gripped the counter. Having a boner for so long was starting to hurt, and if Cain stayed, that wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. However, just looking in his eyes and seeing just how interested he was in magic was so refreshing, and his puppy-dog eyes were way too convincing.

“That’s…fine, I don’t think anyone else is coming in today,” Samael said.

At that, Cain immediately went to the nearest shelf and started looking at the various tools, crystals, and other objects on it. Samael couldn’t stop staring at his bulbous ass that threatened to burst out of his shorts. He also just decided to keep his shirt off after finishing the checkup, so Samael could see every muscle in his back move as he searched for hours on the shelves. Fuck, he was going to pass out if this kept up.

“Hey where is this?” Cain said, holding up an all too familiar brochure. He walked over to Samael with it in hand. “Did you go here?”

“I—no,” Samael said, snapped out of his horny haze immediately. “I don’t even know why I have that.”

“Were you gonna go? I didn’t know they had magic universities,” Cain said.

Dammit. He was hoping to not talk about this. Clarke University for Magicians was a dream for him. He was in the same city as it is now, and he couldn’t even muster up the will to apply. He envied the students, learning so much about all types of magic. Samael had incredible control over the body, but anything else was out of his grasp. He wanted so badly to have the flashy magics, the fun ones, but for now he was just a glorified plastic surgeon.

“I… know what sells. What else do I need?” Samael said. He shrugged and went back to a spellbook that was lying open.

“I don’t know, it looks pretty cool,” Cain said. Samael froze, as he could feel himself getting choked up. Why was this affecting him so much now? He had thrown away the idea of learning anything else for years now. He looked back at Cain, who was still lost in that brochure. He wanted to slobber on those arms again so badly, but more than that, he needed a hug.

“All of this magic stuff is amazing. I wish I could do some of the stuff you do. You healed my ear like it was nothing!”

Samael scoffed. “It was nothing. Plus, you still have a chance. Plenty of people find magic later, especially after coming in contact with it.”

And boy oh boy, did Cain come in contact with it. Samael could see the beginnings of an aura developing. Cain’s aura was all darkness, with lines like veins pulsing in rhythm. It screamed of power that was still only growing.

“Well… I guess we’ll see,” Cain said, putting one arm behind his head. It was only then that Samael could tell how sweaty he was, and mostly because he wanted to stick his head into Cain’s furry pit. God, what was he becoming nowadays?

“Oh, shit!” Caleb said as he checked his phone “I gotta go, one of my friends wanted to take pics together for our Instagrams. I’ll see you around!” With that, Caleb left the store, leaving behind his tank top.

Samael walked over to it and gingerly picked it up. It wasn’t that sweaty, but it definitely still had his musk on it. He slowly picked it up, before slamming it into his face and breathing in deep. God, he smelled so fucking good. Samael shot a load into his pants as he thought of Cain getting bigger and sweatier throughout the days. Fuck, he didn’t want Cain to stop growing either.

It was only after he came down from his post orgasm high that he threw the tank top back onto the ground in disgust. Fuck, he was being such a creep and for what? A guy that would leave the second he got what he wanted? It was so embarrassing.

Before he could keep admonishing his own attraction, he heard a buzzing coming from his pocket. It was an old friend, one that Samael knew still owed him a lot of favors. Because of that, he asked them to find Cain’s Instagram and send him the pictures. It was… for research. Yeah. He hated even typing out the request, but his dick was doing all the thinking at this point, so he didn’t hesitate to send it. It didn’t take long for the pictures to start rolling in.

These were the older ones, but they were still so hot in how fit he was, with his gorgeous smile. Then, you could see the slow change, as his arms started to thicken, his pecs started to jut out, his shoulders started to bulk up. He went from model like to physique competitor to basically a fucking bodybuilder. All the while, he posed in tighter, skimpier clothing, showing off every muscle he had.

Then, after a few hours, Samael’s friend sent the newest pictures, taken after Cain left the store. He was beet red, posing in front of a gym mirror with a much smaller friend and some supplement in his hand. Fuck, he looked fit to burst, and the grin on his face looked like one of pure ecstasy. His whole body looked like it was sculpted by gods, and by the likes it already had, it was clear everyone else agreed.

However, the caption was what sent Samael over the edge, both in lust and in fear. “284 pounds and I’m still growing!” The rest of the caption was some advertisement for a supplement, but Samael had already dropped his phone.

Cain had grown almost 100 pounds in two weeks. And he was only growing faster.


Samael couldn’t look Cain in the eyes anymore. Hell, he could barely look at him at all. Any glances at Cain’s body would immediately send him into a trance. It felt like looking at the sun, except instead of burning, all he could feel was shame and desire. He had to keep this cold and clinical. Anything else would be a mistake.

“Hey, are you okay?” Cain said. “You’ve been staring at the ground.”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” Samael trailed off as he looked Cain in the eyes. “You have a beard.”

“Oh this? I got tired of shaving. Did you just notice?” Cain said as he scratched his scruffy beard. It looked good on him, but there was something else different about his face, something Samael couldn’t quite place.

“I’ve been out of it. Anything new with the curse?”

“Other than these,” Cain said as he flexed his biceps. His peaks swelled, almost reaching his fists. “I’ve been having this weird pain in my back.”

He turned around, and the problem showed itself quickly. At first glance, it just looked like a knot in his back, but Samael knew magic when he saw it. He’d have to fix that before it became something worse.

“Okay, take your shirt off, I got it,” Samael said as he went in the back to grab a table. As he came out with it, he tried to ignore Cain flexing his forearms as he set the table down.

“Just lie down. I’ll take care of the knot in your back.”

Cain did as he asked, and then he went to work. He started by gingerly pressing down on the knot, unsure of how much pressure to apply. He might’ve been a good magician, but he wasn’t a masseuse. Cain responded with a light grunt, but not a pained one.

Samael pushed down harder, hoping that something would change, until suddenly the magic dispersed, and Samael heard the table creak as Cain grew right then. Samael’s cock twitched, but he knew that shouldn’t have happened. He traced the muscles on Cain’s back to try and figure out a cause.

“Are all curses like this?” Cain asked.

“No, usually curses are easier to fix, or even live with, but magic favors the desperate and the selfless. Whoever cursed you was super desperate.” But not selfless, Samael thought to himself. Although that was a given, most people had selfish reasons for doing things, and this curse was no exception.

Samael kept tracing Cain’s muscles until he glanced over and saw that Cain was on his phone. He was looking at pictures of some group who seemed to be on vacation somewhere.

“Who are those guys?”

“Oh, um, they were my friends,” Cain said, his face turning red. “We were all gonna go on vacation together to Italy, but they didn’t want me to go. They said I didn’t fit their ‘aesthetic’.”

Samael made some fake retching noise and said that they were stupid, as Cain went on about how they kept calling him gross and disgusting.

“You need better friends.”

“I know,” Cain said as he swiped off of his friends’ pictures.

Samael then went back to checking his back, when he finally found why this magic was being so potent. A pulsing, thrumming core of magic was in Cain’s back, right around where his heart would be. It was connected to another person, someone other than Cain.

Samael pulled back in fear as he realized what that man had done to Cain. Cain wasn’t just cursed once. He was still being cursed to this day. Every second, he was getting pumped full of magic, and it wasn’t stopping. If Samael had just broken the curse on that first day, the outrush of magic would have bled Cain out right on the shop floor.

Samael took a deep breath so as to not alarm Cain. “I need you to turn over for a second, just to test something.”

As Cain slowly turned over, Samael went back over to his counter and grabbed a brush and some ink. He needed this shield spell to work now.

As he came back over, he almost dropped his tools as he was greeted by Cain’s cock peeking out of his shorts. The thing was monstrous, and he could see it throb with every beat of Cain’s heart.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m really sorry,” Cain said as he tried to stuff his cock back into his pants. Even when he did, the outline was crystal clear on how much of a monster he was packing. Samael wanted to roll his eyes at the thought of Cain getting so hard because of his own body, but he was getting hard over Cain’s body, too. Who was he to judge?

“It’s fine,” Samael said as he pushed Cain back onto the table to get him to lie down. He took out the brush and started to paint a shield centered over Cain’s heart. Around the edges, he put various symbols to convey the meaning of protection and safety. He could never be too sure with these kinds of things.

“Okay, and then if I…” Samael took a deep breath and coalesced the magic in the air around his fingers. They glowed with a soft yellow light, which he then tapped onto the shield. A bubble appeared, taking the border of the shield and making it a dome around Cain’s heart.

“Whoa,” Cain said.

Samael then pressed his hands against the bubble and pushed down. The magic slowly budged as Samael’s arms started to shake. This wasn’t body magic; he wasn’t used to this. However, with enough effort. He pressed the magic into Cain’s body. Cain shuddered as the magic flowed through him.

“Was that…”

“No, just a test run,” Samael said. He steadied himself against the wall. “I’ll have to do that when we actually break the curse.”

Even with a successful spell, Samael worried about the real deal. Even a simple shield like that was pushing him to his limits. There’s no way he could do that if there was something pushing against him, and now Cain’s entire life was on the line.

His worry was cut off by the feeling of warm muscle surrounding him. Samael struggled for a moment, but it was clear that he could only struggle helplessly against the embrace.

“Thanks, Sam,” Cain whispered. He held the hug just a second longer than Samael was expecting before grabbing his shirt and heading out the door.

“See you tomorrow!” Cain said as he turned sideways to fit through the shop door.

For just a moment, Samael stared at the door, both because of the fact that Cain didn’t fit through doors normally and the fact that he hadn’t been given a hug in years. He wished that it wouldn’t have ended.


Samael tapped his fingers nervously on the coffee table. It had been two days since he had found out the real danger of the curse, and he was no closer to getting that shield spell right. If just one thing was off, he’d be responsible for killing Cain, and he couldn’t have that. It was the whole reason he left the house tonight in the first place. It was making him too nervous, thinking about what failure meant. He needed some fresh air.

“Hey,” He heard a deep voice say as a chair creaked on the other side of his table. It was Cain, but he was a lot bigger than the day before. Sitting down, his shoulders threatened to engulf his own head, and his biceps rivaled the size of watermelons. It was a wonder he could move, and considering how hard he was panting, it wasn’t an easy task.

“Holy shit, how big are you?” Samael replied.

Cain just laughed. “Haven’t gotten that reaction out of you in a while. I checked this morning: 418 pounds.”

That wasn’t right. As insane as that number was, he knew Cain was bigger than that. He could just see it in the way all Cain’s muscles were crammed together, barely able to fit on his frame. Samael was glad he was sitting down right now, because seeing him grow that fast would have made him lightheaded, both from lust and fear.

“So, why are you wearing so much black? It’s the middle of summer.”

Samael rolled his eyes. “Shut up. I don’t get out often, I gotta make it an event when I do.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. It looks nice. You’ve got like a cool goth thing going on.” Cain stared at the ground when he said that, and Samael could tell he was blushing.

“Thanks, but is there a reason you wanted to see me? I can’t exactly do much when I’m not in the shop.”

Cain started to talk, but just then Samael got a notification on his phone. It was a payment, one much bigger than he was expecting.

“I know we already settled on payment, but… I’ve been losing a lot of followers. Guess people only liked me when they thought I was hot. I hope that’s enough,” Cain said.

“Fuck, sure, dude, you didn’t have to do this.” Samael thought he’d be a little sadder about losing followers, but it looked like he had just been freed of a heavy burden. It was a shame Samael would have to put it back on. “And I need to tell you something.”

The words flowed out of him like a waterfall. He told everything about the curse, and especially about how soon it was going to get a lot worse. He didn’t spare a gory detail, as it all was necessary. Cain needed to know how dangerous this actually was.

“That bad, huh?” Cain said. Samael only nodded. Cain looked surprised for a moment before shrugging, his massive shoulders heaving up.

“I know you’ve got this, and if you think it’s getting bad, feel free to break the curse. No use in all of this if I can’t be around to enjoy it.” He flexed his bicep as much as he could, as it easily pushed past his fist now.

Samael tried to take his eyes off of it, but that was a task he wasn’t up for. However, while he looked on in awe, he noticed something different about the magic. He hadn’t been paying attention to it recently, only really trying to deal with it, but he remembered it being angry and discordant. That was still there, but it was diluted, even as his growth continued. Cain really was convincing the magic to help him.

“Anyway, I’m probably gonna go. I need to still work on that shield,” Samael said as he stood up. If whoever cast this curse couldn’t control it, maybe it would be that much easier to break and keep. Hell, Samael could even be ready by the end of the week.

“I can walk you home if you want,” Cain said as he got up too.

Samael tried to push himself to say no, to try and get some actual distance, but he couldn’t. He just wanted Cain to be closer. So he accepted, and the two left for his house.

The night was cool, a rare sight for this town, but Samael reveled in it. It helped that his pace was significantly slower due to Cain’s gait. He needed time to roll his freakishly wide quads around one another, and Samael was happy to oblige. Samael hated to admit it, but the more Cain grew, the hotter he got.

Seeing Cain’s massive quads almost caused him to ignore the feeling of something brushing up against his hand. It was Cain’s hand, which quickly darted away as Cain tried to pretend he saw something interesting.

Feeling that short-circuited Samael’s brain. For weeks now he had been feeling up this man, lamenting that he was giving everything to someone who didn’t even care, and he wanted to hold hands? It was then that Samael made a choice, if only to see what came out of it. He grabbed Cain’s hand. It was so much bigger than his own, and it was also burning up, but it was nice compared to the light chill in the air.

They spent a few minutes walking like that, hand in hand, before Cain finally spoke up.

“I know that you probably just wanna keep this professional, but… maybe after all of this is over, we could go out sometime?” Cain said.

“Sure. You’ve already been one of my more interesting customers. Why not break a rule or two?” Samael truly didn’t believe it, but he knew that anyone trying this had to have a breaking point, and he was going to find it.

As Samael walked into the shop, he figured out just the way to push Cain a little further, hopefully until Cain admitted to lying about wanting him.

“Hey, do you want to stay here for the night? If you don’t mind sharing a bed, we could use mine.”

“Sure!” Cain said as he pulled his body through the door frame. He was so big now, he could barely even fit in it sideways. It didn’t take long before the pair were in Samael’s bedroom, stripping down to their underwear. Cain laid down on the bed, face up, so that Samael could at least lie on him. The bed cried out in pain at the feeling of Cain’s weight, but it would probably survive one night of it. As Samael laid his head on Cain’s massive chest, he noticed that the shield was still there.

“Did the shield not wear off?” Samael said, slowly tracing the dried ink.

“No, it’s fine though, I think it actually looks kind of cool,” Cain said.

It was probably a good thing that it stayed, Samael thought to himself. I won’t have to fool around with ink if things go south.

As the pair laid in the bed, Samael realized that he had basically decided to put himself through personal torture. Here he was, laying on top of a man with ridiculously massive muscles who had admitted that he liked him, and he still couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be real, he just knew it, but that didn’t stop him from getting hard, and lamenting over the fact he could never truly have this.

His dick rubbed up against Cain’s abs until it met something similar in shape, but much bigger and thicker. Samael reached down with one hand, just to confirm his curiosity: Cain was hard, and his dick was sending spurts of pre onto the both of them.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I just, you’re so cute and every time you’re near me I try to hold back, but I don’t think I can anymore,” Cain said.

He then let out a moan that sounded more like a roar as he arched his back and let out a flood of cum. Load after load fired between the two of them as Samael held on for dear life, his own cock firing from lust. Samael could then feel a deep rumbling under his hands and the pecs he was holding onto exploded in size, dozens of pounds added on in a second. He was almost scared that this was it, that Cain would explode with Samael right on top of him, but soon enough it subsided, leaving the two messy but fine.

Before Samael could say anything to Cain, he could hear snoring as the massive man passed out from his own orgasm. Samael felt pretty tired himself, but as he tried to sleep he came to a final realization: Cain said that his dick was hard because of him. His growing muscles had to be a part of it, but Cain said that his touch was what caused him to get hard then, and maybe even all the times before.

Maybe he wasn’t actually lying. Samael hoped, and he went to sleep, holding onto that hope.


Samael woke up to the sound of cawing. Before he could count any caws, he was furiously attacked by his familiar with its wings and claws.

“Okay, okay, fine. I’m getting up,” Samael said as he slowly felt around himself. He was on the floor now, as he must’ve rolled off the bed in his sleep, but why were there splinters of wood everywhere? As he opened his eyes, he found the real cause of it all.

Cain’s body had grown in his sleep to 10 if not 20 times his previous size. To call it a “body” at this point felt like a technicality. It was a mountain range, a pulsing, pumping mass of flesh that only seemed to know how to do one thing: grow. Each muscle was bigger than Samael’s own body, and with every second that passed, the room became smaller and smaller.

The top of Cain’s body was reaching the ceiling, with the one thing that Samael could recognize, his massive cockhead, Pressing up against the ceiling as it spilled dozens of gallons of cum onto the floor. Other than that, it was all just tons of muscle, all moving and flexing, with dark purple stretch marks glowing with magic. Samael tried to find something he could recognize, but even as he moved towards where Cain’s head would be, he could only find massive muscles once again. However, he could hear something deep within one of the crevices of muscles. It was a deep groan, but putting Samael’s ear closer, he could make it out.

Cain was screaming for help.

Samael scrambled out into the shop, spurred into action by hearing Caleb’s cry for help. He clawed through his shelves until he finally found the box with his Cursebreaker knife. Knife in hand, he ran back into the bedroom and, with considerable effort, scaled the mountain of Cain’s muscles until he found the shield spell he had painted. It was distended, but still intact.

However, the knife shook in Samael’s hand. He wasn’t ready to break this curse, and if he fucked up, Cain’s entire body and essence would spill out onto the floor. It was only with a loud grunt from Cain and a clear speeding up in the growth rate that tightened Samael’s grip on the knife. Cain’s body was stretched to its absolute limit, and the curse wouldn’t stop until he exploded. Samael had no other choice to make. He held his knife up and slashed Cain right across his pecs.

For one moment, the growth stopped. It was just enough time for Samael to take one deep breath before a deep rumbling started to emanate from Cain’s pecs. Samel leapt over to the source of the rumbling, casting the shield just before a geyser of magic and blood erupted out of Cain. The curse was trying to escape back to its original owner, but it was going to take so much more than just the magic with it. The mixture of blood and magic filled the shield within seconds, and then started to push against it, distending the amber bubble.

Samael tried to push against it with all his might, but the curse pushed even harder, pushing him back. He could feel Cain’s body slowly shrinking underneath him, but there was nothing he could do. Every ounce of magic around him was being used to try to push this shield in, but it wasn’t enough. Cracks formed in the shield, letting the magic spill out and escape into the world. He wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough, and now Cain would die because of it.

As tears rolled down Samael’s face, he glanced at his hands. There was still one source of magic he hadn’t tapped into yet. It was desperate, and there’s no way it would actually work, but he knew that magic favored the desperate.

Samael brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, feeling warm blood and throbbing pain. That pain became unbearable as he tore open his own hand, spitting out a piece of his own flesh onto the floor. The blood gushed out, covering him and the shield in a dark crimson, but Samael could feel its power. He pushed down again, and felt as the shield gave in, and with one final push, Samael sealed the magic. The room filled with an amber glow, but Samael’s own view went dark as he fell back onto the floor.


Samael groaned as his body cried out in pain. It was in two areas specifically, the side of his head and his right hand. They throbbed in unison as he slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes and winced at the bright lights. The room he was in was bright, mostly shades of light blue and white, and he could hear a faint beeping. He looked down and saw that he was in a hospital bed, with a gown and everything. Why the fuck was he in a hospital bed?

“Sam?” Cain said, and all the memories came rushing back to him. Samael looked by the door to see Cain there, standing. He was still alive. The spell had worked, but there was something different about him. First was that he was bigger. Now, Samael knew that compared to this morning, Cain had lost tons of muscle, but Samael guessed that he still had 100 pounds more than he did when they were at the coffee shop, maybe even more. That wasn’t all though; there were still a few scars. He could only see the top of it from Cain’s tank top, but Samael could clearly see a gash from the Cursebreaker knife, and a singed in brand from the shield spell.

“It worked,” Samael said weakly as he motioned to Cain. It only took seconds before Cain rushed to his bedside and pulled him into an engulfing embrace.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Cain said. Samael could hear the wavering in his voice as he tried not to cry.

“Sorry about the scars,” Samael mumbled.

“It’s fine. They don’t even hurt,” Cain said as he pulled out of the hug. He pulled up his shirt and showed the bottom point of the shield, while also showing his magnificent abs. Samael was sure he could lose half of his hand in deep ridges of them.

“You don’t think they’re gonna let me out of here anytime soon, do you?” Samael said.

Cain shook his head. “You lost a lot of blood, and I didn’t know what to tell the EMTs when they got you. They’re gonna have a lot of questions. I’m just glad your little crow friend made me some clothes before they showed up.”

Samael sighed. It was going to be hard to come up with a lie about why he bit into his own hand, much less any other part of the scene they might have seen. He might have to make a few calls.

Just then, the pair heard a tapping at the window. Cain walked over and opened the window, just for Bael to fly inside, holding the other part of Samael’s hand. He gently placed it on Samael’s stomach.

“Bael, just put it in one of the jars at home. I’ll put it back on later. Also, if you could clean up, that would be great. I’m not gonna be home for a bit, and I don’t want any of that stuff to dry on the floor.”

Samael had never seen a look of contempt on a crow’s face, but it was clear that was the only emotion Bael was feeling. However, the crow still picked the piece back up and flew off, hopefully to do as Samael had asked. For a few minutes the room was silent, except for the beeping of the heart monitor.

“Guess I just gotta hope I never see that guy again,” Cain said.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. His curse backfired, and all the magic he used for it is yours now. I doubt he’s gonna even try to cast a spell for a long time,” Samael said. In his head, he added that it served him right for cursing some random stranger. If he ever saw that guy, it would take a lot not for Samael to rip his head off.

“So, there’s magic in me now?” Cain looked at his own body with wonder, and as he flexed a bicep as hard as he could, the pair both saw it grow larger, just barely.

“Please be careful,” Samael said, not wanting to repeat this morning already.

“I know, I will. But 544 pounds seems like a good starting point, y’know?” With this, Cain immediately went into a most muscular pose. Samael tried to hide his excitement, which wasn’t easy in a hospital gown, but the quickening on the heart rate monitor gave him away.

“So, what are you planning on doing now?” Samael said, pretty desperate to change the conversation.

“I don’t know, but I think I wanna do something new. It seems like the right time for it.”

Samael didn’t explain why, but Cain saying that hit him hard. Ever since he discovered magic, he had been working at the store. It was good, and he wouldn’t trade those memories away for anything, but maybe it had run its course. Maybe it was time to learn something new, to be something new, and maybe Cain was right: it seems like the right time for it.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

 

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