Daily dose of magic

by Bigmusclenm   

The night Blaine gets ready to leave for college, he finds a strange-looking book that belonged to his late dad. This book will lead Blaine to mess with his big jock of a roommate, Bryon.

Blaine’s home was quiet the night before he had to leave for college. His mom had gone to bed earlier, leaving him alone with his thoughts in his room. Boxes and bags surrounded him, everything properly packed to start this new journey. He was 19 years old; he felt ready to start college, but he couldn’t help but sigh as nostalgia washed over him, thinking about his home, childhood memories, his mom, and his late dad.

He had always been close to his mother, especially because his father passed away before he was even a year old. The man had been a mystery for Blaine, a figure of stories and photographs his mom had shared through the years. But he had always been curious about his father’s background. Now that Blaine was ready to step into another level in life, curiosity over his father’s story flooded his mind.

He sat on his bed and looked around, realizing that among the boxes and bags, he didn’t have anything that could remind him of his dad while he was away. Blaine slowly stood up as a thought occurred to him: he had to take something of his dad’s with him to college, something that would make him feel connected to the man he never had the chance to know. This idea led him to the attic where he knew his mom had saved most of his dad’s stuff.

The wooden stairs cracked under Blaine’s weight as he ascended into the attic. He pushed open the old wooden door, which let out a low groan, revealing a space filled with dust, cobwebs, and boxes that hadn’t been touched in years. Blaine immediately smelled the scent of aged wood and musty cardboard; a faint beam of moonlight streamed through a small, round window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

Blaine stood at the door for a while, adjusting to the low light as a dim bulb swung from the ceiling, casting long shadows on the wall and illuminating his body. He was tall and lean, standing at 6’1” and weighing around 165 pounds, with a build that was more wiry than muscular. His light blonde hair, perpetually messy, fell into his bright blue eyes, giving him an almost boyish look. He wore a loose t-shirt that hung off his lean frame and a pair of faded jeans. He looked every bit like a college-bound student, nervous about the future.

He stepped into the attic, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and began sifting through the boxes, each labeled with a scribbled word or two, though the ink had faded with time. One box, in particular, caught his attention. It was a plain, unmarked box shoved into the corner of the attic. It looked older than the rest, so Blaine carefully pulled it out, setting it on the floor in the middle of the room.

His fingers slightly trembled as he opened it, half-expecting to find nothing of interest. Inside it, Blaine found old documents, faded with age, many of which seemed to belong to his father, but nothing felt personal. He shuffled through the papers, somewhat disappointed, hoping to find a photograph, a note, anything that could connect him to his father. He was about to give up, but at the bottom of the box, something unusual caught his eye—a book. The cover, made of thick, weathered leather, had strange symbols and letters that Blaine couldn’t recognize. The symbols were unfamiliar, almost alien. The letters were written in an ancient script as if the book had existed for centuries.

Blaine’s fingers traced the cover, feeling the worn leather beneath his fingertips. A shiver ran down his spine as he carefully lifted the book out of the box, feeling its weight in his hands. Blaine opened it, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw a neat, flowing handwritten name in faded ink at the top of the first page: “Blaine Morain.” His father’s name. His name.

This book was the connection he had been looking for. He felt it. Without thinking, Blaine read the name, his voice barely a whisper. “Blaine Morain,” he said, and as the last syllable left his lips, a strange sensation washed over him, and another shiver ran down his spine. A sudden jolt of mild electricity coursed through his hands and arms, making him gasp. The book slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a dull thud as Blaine stared at his hands in shock. His fingertips were glowing red, the light pulsing softly as if in rhythm with his heartbeat.

Blaine stood there, frozen, his eyes moving from his hands to the book lying on the floor, the pages faintly illuminated by the red glow from his fingertips. The bright hue gradually faded, his mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. He contemplated leaving the book there, pretending this had never happened. But something inside him urged him to pick it up. Blaine leaned down, his hands trembling as he retrieved the book, clutching it to his chest as he hurried out of the attic.

Once safely back in his room, Blaine shut the door behind him and sat on his bed, the book resting on his lap. He carefully opened the book again to inspect its contents. Strange symbols filled the pages, but as Blaine stared at them, they began to make sense. The language was old, but Blaine realized now he could understand it.

Blaine turned to the second page and found a family tree intricately drawn with elegant lines and flowing branches. His eyes scanned the names. His father’s name was there, and to Blaine’s astonishment, so was his own. The family tree extended back generations, all the way to the medieval era, each name accompanied by a title: Wizard. Blaine felt a shiver run down his spine as the realization dawned on him—he came from a line of wizards.

Turning the pages, he found what seemed to be spells, each accompanied by a detailed description. His hands trembled as he flipped through the pages. The more he read, the more he realized that the book was a manual, a guide to the magical abilities that had passed down through his family. There were spells for protection, spells for healing, and spells to manipulate elements, but what caught his attention was a whole section for spells specifically designed to make body parts grow.

One particular spell caught his eye from this section. His lips curled into a chuckle as he read a handwritten note from his dad in the margin: “Bigger balls, not a good idea.” Blaine couldn’t help but laugh, imagining his dad experimenting with this spell in his younger years. He grinned, the note feeling more like an invitation than a warning.

“Cnámh Rogha Mór,” Blaine read aloud from the book, immediately feeling a tingling sensation course through his body. His fingertips glowed red once more as he glanced down at his lap to see his bulge slowly inflating. The sensation was strange, almost pleasurable, and he couldn’t help but watch in awe as his jeans grew tighter, the fabric straining to accommodate the growing mass. His mouth was open in disbelief as the tightness grew more intense, his balls quickly reaching baseball-sized proportions.

He marveled as his balls grew, but after a few seconds, the reality of what he was doing hit him, and panic surged through him as he groaned in discomfort. With a sharp intake of breath, he slammed the book shut, the glow in his finger ceasing immediately. He looked down at his ready-to-burst bulge, and, to his relief, the growth stopped, and his balls shrank back to their average size. He sat on the edge of his bed, his heart pounding and his breathing short. The sensation of his balls growing so fast had been fantastic, so he couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the possibilities.

Blaine arrived at college the following day, the spellbook safely tucked away in his backpack. He had spent most of the journey reading through its pages, memorizing several spells. Now, he wandered through the bustling yard of the prestigious institution he had worked so hard to get into. The campus was alive with activity—students moving in, greeting old friends, or meeting new ones. His blue eyes darted around, taking it all in. Blaine couldn’t believe he was here, about to start a new chapter.

Blaine was lost in his thoughts as he walked toward the dormitory, his mind replaying the previous night’s events. But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he collided with something—or someone—solid and unyielding. The impact sent Blaine sprawling to the ground, his backpack flying off his shoulder, and the box in his hand landing beside him on the grass.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you coming!” A deep, concerned voice exclaimed.

Blaine looked up, his vision slightly blurred from the fall, to see a hand extended toward him, attached to a thick, muscular arm. His eyes followed the arm up to a broad chest covered in a tight-fitting red T-shirt that did little to hide the impressive musculature beneath. The guy was big, with a physique that would make any athlete jealous. Blaine marveled at the sight, his eyes traveling to meet the stranger’s face.

The owner of the voice crouched down, offering a hand to help him up. Blaine took the offered hand, allowing the stranger to help him to his feet. As he stood up, their eyes met, and Blaine gasped at the most handsome face he had seen. The guy had dark, curly hair, neatly trimmed on the sides and left longer on top. His olive-green eyes were warm and expressive, and his smile was nothing short of breathtaking.

Blaine took a deep breath as he took in the stranger’s appearance. The guy was an inch shorter than Blaine but far broader, probably weighing around 220 pounds of pure muscle. His T-shirt and jeans strained against his impressive physique. And as the big guy leaned to the side to pick Blaine’s backpack up, Blaine couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the thickest, roundest, and most perfect butt he had ever seen, accentuated by the tight denim he wore.

“So, are you okay?” the stranger asked again while Blaine was too stunned to speak. “I’m so sorry for knocking you over. Sometimes it’s hard to control all of this,” the big guy added, gesturing to his muscular body, making Blaine gasp.

“It’s-it’s okay. I should’ve been watching where I was going,” Blaine finally said, his voice softer than intended.

The guy’s smile widened, a dimple appearing on his left cheek—another touch that made Blaine gasp. “Still, I should’ve been more careful. It’s totally my fault. First-day gitters, I guess. I’m Bryon Callahan. Freshman,” Bryon said, extending his hand to greet Blaine.

“Blaine, Blaine Morain. Freshman,” he replied, still somewhat dazed by Bryon’s presence as they shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, Blaine,” Bryon said, his smile weakening Blaine’s knees. “I’m still trying to figure out where everything is.”

“Same here,” Blaine admitted with a small laugh, trying to ease the nervousness he felt bubbling up inside him. “I’m trying to find the dorms.”

“Yeah. This place is huge, so we’d better continue,” Bryon said, handing Blaine’s backpack to him and lifting the box off the ground. “But maybe we can hang out later once we’ve settled in.”

Blaine’s expression changed, unable to hide his excitement. “Sure! I’d love that. It’s good to meet a new friend on the first day here,” he replied, smiling at Bryon.

With a final smile and a quick goodbye, they parted ways. But Blaine couldn’t resist turning around to catch one last glimpse of Bryon as they walked in opposite directions. To his surprise, Bryon had done the same, their eyes meeting across the yard, making them both blush. They quickly looked away as they continued walking to their dorms, but Blaine couldn’t help but sigh in awe. Bryon’s body and charming manners stuck in his head.

Lost in his thoughts, Blaine got lost and spent a few minutes trying to get on the right path again. When he finally found his dorm room a few minutes later, he noticed the door was already open. He stepped inside, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Bryon standing there, unpacking his things.

“Hello?” Blaine said, blinking repeatedly to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Oh, hey. Room 304?” Bryon asked with a grin, and Blaine nodded. “Looks like we’re stuck with each other then.”

Blaine grinned broadly. “Seems like it. I guess we’ll be able to hang out very often.”

Blaine approached the unoccupied bed by the window while Bryon unpacked his stuff. The room was simple, but Bryon had already covered his side with posters of muscular football players and bodybuilders. Blaine observed the posters and grinned as he realized that Bryon had a thing for big muscles, having built his own body to look like the men on the posters.

“So, what’s your schedule like this semester?” Bryon asked, taking Blaine out of his trance.

“Oh, let me check,” Blaine said, looking into his backpack to pull out the schedule. He unfolded the paper and read through the list of classes. “That’s it. Sounds heavy, but I still have lots of free time.”

Bryon approached his schedule in hand to compare it with Blaine’s. “No way! Those are my classes, too! I’m taking all of those!”

Blaine looked at the schedules, smiling. “Really? All of them?”

Bryon nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, your schedule is like a copy of mine. So, we’ll spend lots of time together for the next few months.”

Blaine grinned. The coincidence—or was it fate?—of having the exact same schedule as his new roommate only made him feel more connected to Bryon. “Yeah! Looks like we’re going to see a lot of each other,” Blaine said, his tone playful.

“Yeah, I hope you won’t get sick of me,” Bryon replied, and both laughed.

Blaine found himself feeling more comfortable around Bryon as they continued unpacking, so he couldn’t help but occasionally glance over at the big guy. He couldn’t help but admire his roommate’s muscles rippling as he lifted his bags or boxes onto the bed or how his strong hands carefully arranged his stuff. He could barely continue his own work while he admired Bryon’s graceful movements on his side of the room.

Then, Blaine’s eyes widened when Bryon bent down to pick up a dropped item, showcasing the impressive size of his butt. The snug jeans Bryon wore accentuated the rounded curves of his ass, and Blaine’s mind wandered back to the spellbook now tucked in his bag. The spells he had read through earlier flashed through his mind, one, in particular, standing out: a spell designed to grow the ass.

A smile tugged at the corners of Blaine’s lips as he thought about using the spell on Bryon. He was itching to test his magic and the spells in the book, and Bryon seemed like the perfect, unsuspecting candidate. Blaine quietly sat on his bed as Bryon continued unpacking. He glanced over to make sure Bryon was distracted, then softly whispered, “Fás Tóna.”

Blaine’s fingertips glowed red, just like they had in the attic. His heart started beating faster as he watched Bryon’s ass begin to swell, the fabric of his jeans stretching to accommodate the new mass. Bryon didn’t notice at first and continued unpacking, talking about his high school football days, his focus still on the task at hand. But as the seconds passed, the tightness in his jeans became impossible to ignore. Bryon shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his pants, but the more he fidgeted, the tighter they became.

Blaine’s eyes widened with excitement and certain disbelief as Bryon’s ass continued to inflate. The round globes of flesh gained more mass, pressing against the denim, now stretched to its limits. Then, Bryon finally stopped what he was doing, a confused expression crossing his face. He tugged at the waistband, trying to make more space for his ass, but the expansion didn’t stop as Blaine’s fingers still glowed.

“Man, what the—?” Bryon said, shifting from foot to foot as he tried to find relief from the tightness. He reached back, his hand brushing over his now nearly volleyball-sized ass cheeks, his expression turning from confusion to alarm as his pants were barely holding on.

Blaine could hardly breathe in shock and excitement, his dick stirring in his pants as his face stayed as neutral as possible. The sight of Bryon’s ass was absurd but so fascinating, and Blaine could barely process the implications. His magic was causing the growth. He could alter others’ bodies. He didn’t even blink as the realization sunk in, and Bryon’s once comfortable jeans were now painfully tight on him.

Then, a loud rip echoed through the room. Bryon froze, eyes wide open, as he realized what had happened. He twisted around, trying to look at the back of his jeans where a long tear had appeared at the seam in the middle of his backside, the fabric unable to handle the size of his massive ass and exposing his bare butt since he was wearing a jockstrap. Bryon’s hand moved to his rounded butt, his hands shaking in disbelief at how much it had grown.

Blaine grinned, looking away as his fingers stopped glowing, quickly ending the spell. Bryon’s ass began to shrink to its original size before his shocked eyes. The tension in the fabric lessened, and Bryon let out a relieved sigh, though he still looked stunned.

“Did you see that?” Bryon asked as he turned to Blaine, who pretended to be busy with his own unpacking.

“What?” Blaine said, turning to face Bryon again and pretending to be surprised when he saw the tear in the big guy’s pants. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised, but...”

“No, no, no. My ass grew. It was inflating or something. I felt like my pants would burst and...” Bryon said, still trying to figure out what had just happened. He ran a hand over his backside, feeling the tear in his jeans with a perplexed frown.

“Well, they did. Maybe they shrunk in the wash?” Blaine suggested, biting his lip to keep from laughing. “Or maybe it’s time to upgrade your pant size?” he added, innocently shrugging his shoulders.

“Hmm… Maybe,” Bryon replied, though he didn’t sound convinced. He glanced down at his jeans again, still puzzled, but eventually, he shook his head and decided to let it go. “I guess I’ll go easy on squats from now on,” he added, pulling one of his bags up to look for another pair of pants to replace the ruined ones.

As Bryon turned back to finish unpacking, Blaine silently celebrated his successful spell, the thrill of what he had just done making his chest inflate with pride. He could hardly wait to see what other things he could do with Bryon during the semester. The possibilities were endless, and this was only the beginning.

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