“Meep.”
This was all which came out of Tim’s mouth as he was dragged down the hall, not even a second to think before Spike had him follow like an unwilling chihuahua. The grip on his wrist was so firm, and Tim’s limp wrist flopped left and right as they turned around corners and crowds of people, thin legs stumbling to keep up like rubber bands.
His mind raced for some kind of solution, a way to stop his feet, a way to distract Spike, a way out. However, his mind seemingly looped back to the peaceful realization that it probably wasn’t the best idea. He had no idea why such a thought was calming, but it just didn’t feel right to evade Spike like that. So for the time being, he resigned himself to being Spike’s pet, paraded down the halls to who knows where.
Much to his horror, Spike pushed his brick-thick palm into the male-sign on a school bathroom door, yanking Tim’s little body inside like a sack of trash. He turned around, and clicked the door closed with the handy lock, laughing the whole time. Tim looked up from the sticky tiles of this beige bathroom, barely more than a stall in a urinal there, yet Spike’s smirk suggested that the bully saw it as a potential playground, to be shaped to his impressive will.
Before Tim’s gaped jaw could say something, Spike whipped off his white t-shirt and tossed it onto his victim like laundry hamper, strutting his shirtless body to the mirror. Tim pulled the white fabric from his eyes, the sweaty musk heavy on it, and looked way up at this buff guy in total control.
Spike was pretty rippling in all senses of the word, grapefruit biceps barely flexed with criss-crossing blue veins, defined wide shoulders which lead down to a defined vascular back which was only matched by his angry solid abs and beefy pecs which stuck out almost like the curb. The scars which traced all up his broad back and arms simply added to this rugged look, each one probably an impressive story of having balls of steel. Spike was already idol to masculinity and the fact that he smiled so wide in the mirror while gripping the wand made Tim tingle with fear.
At least, he assumed it was fear. Fear radiated from between the legs, right?
“My mind is fucking rushing, man!” His nostrils flared as he turned around and leaned his stiff dark blue jeans on the camel-colour counter top, his thick black belt shining as he tapped the plastic wand against it. “I mean, how many guys actually get to think up wishes and get to use them!?” He pointed the wand and gave a sole scoff. “You really fucked up your only chance, you know.”
Tim flashed his angriest scowl at him, as if he couldn’t run away, he at least didn’t have to be stuck looking happy.
He laughed at his change of disposition. “Oh my god! You look so pouty! You posing for for a selfie? No wonder you had enough free time to construct this wand, you certainly had enough free time with all the sex you weren’t having.” He shrugged, “though with lips like those, I betcha you could find a nice gay or something, so there’s really no excuse not to be getting any.”
Crossing his skinny arms, Tim looked at the ground. He was a little surprised that Spike had guessed he had built the wand himself, but he felt a real shiver for what he said after. His bully wasn’t planning to have his way with him, was he? He supposed there was little he could do if he didn’t want it, and honestly he was having a little panic attack as it ran through his mind, his breathing getting heavy as his heart beat faster, sweat dripping down his temple.
“Anyways, if you were a little more, I don’t know, proactive, you wouldn’t be here. Imagine if you used this thing just to finally get laid, get a CEO job or a billion dollars, you could have been laughing on a beach with a slut for each finger.” He rubbed his eyes. “I thought you were, like, smart or something, but boy, did you mess that up.”
“Why am I here then?” Tim squeaked, watching Spike’s big bare arms pulsed with the power to snap his spine like a salty cracker. “Shouldn’t you, like, be king shit somewhere?”
“Maybe in time, Little Timmy, but I’ve only bullied your wimp ass because I want to teach you something about the world.” He leaned over, meaty head looming in closer with his flat nose. “You’re a slow learner, you know? I’ve been at this for more than four months and you still haven’t learnt your lesson. I only own your ass because you still don’t get it!” He leaned back and cracked his knuckles. “Well that, and the fact that you’ve got the miraculous ass of a chick.” He shook his head. “Seriously, half the girls in school would kill for those hips… You could be like one of those gay strippers if you decide to leave school.” He gave a sudden lunge around his side, gripping a chunk of his bubbly behind. “I bet this fleshy thing is sore though.”
He winced, Spike’s weighty hands handling him like ground meat and his sores burning under his touch. Shaking his head, he gave a grunt, feeling Spike knead his doughy behind and smelling his musk. Now he was talking about his ass looking nice? This got his heart slamming against his sternum, racing to exploding and the tingling from his crotch made him shiver and gasp deeper. In fear, of course. “J-Just be gentle!”
“What?” Again he scoffed, stepping back to the counter with a laugh. “I told you man, I ain’t wasting this magic on you!” He petted Tim’s head, stroking the chestnut hair he always noted. “What, am I going wish that you’re more humiliated? I already have you exactly where I want you, so now it’s time for my bonus.” He stretched his arms out before flexing his right bicep, damn thing swelling somehow higher and thicker. “Lesson number one, douchebag, if you get your ass a magic wand, you wish for a body like mine.” He flexed and looked over to his left bicep. “This is the body which gets you respect and bitches, and that shit matters than all the gold in the world.” He pointed the wand forward and gave a mocking sneer. “Girls look at you, and they want to take you shopping, and you’re probably silly enough to actually try on some dresses with them.”
He gulped on his knees, his heart hardly easing upon the news that it wouldn’t be used on him. His mind scrambled as it imagined all the possibilities which could come from Spike’s lips. He was already so huge, could he really wish himself even bigger? More muscles, more height, more bully? He felt a contraction in his stomach, shivering from what he could only imagine was anticipation. Out of fear, naturally.
“But you’re only as big as the next guy in the room, so if you want the best, then you’ve got to strive to be the best.” He then rubbed the tip of the wand against his ear. “I wish- Hmm, how to frame this? I wish I was, like… by far the biggest, strongest, most alpha guy at this schoo- no make that district!”
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“Fuuuck…” Tim shivered out, his stomach dropping to his toes. This big bully was actually going through with it, the using of this wand to become an unstoppable force. He was no doubt going to be a threat to the entire school if he truly was going to let loose and all Tim could do was squish his legs together and hug himself to shrink himself. He needed to firm up his spine and move his ass from the moist tiles, he needed to shout, cry or scream to get some attention, he needed to take this bully straight on like he did yesterday. Yet, the second the image or thought of standing up to Spike came into mind, it would loop some place else, filling him with fear of upsetting Spike more. Was this the result of the earlier wish or genuine fear psyching him out? He bit his lip and whined, almost missing out on the transformation of Spike into the biggest guy on campus.
Already a rather strong alpha male, Spike nevertheless expanded in all direction, the ceiling getting closer, the sink, the urinals and floor getting farther as he got wider in all the right ways. His head had already been over six-feet, but he inched probably another six-inches after, the school basketball team having nothing on this giant of a bull. Tim was on the floor, so it was hard to tell exactly, but he supposed while he would stare at his meaty neck before, now if he stood so close, he would just get a mouthful of powerful pecs.
Speaking of his muscles, his already swollen body was indeed packing on rippling pound upon pound, already broad shoulders sailing pass their already their masculine frame into dimensions which could support his swelling arms. Two watermelons seemed like an apt comparison to what was stuffed under his pulsing skin which was now lined with subtle veins quivering to supply his energy hungry body. Between those shoulder muscles reminding Tim of overflowing muffin tops larger than his head, a wall of chest muscle continued to surge, the subtle curb replaced by a bombastic shelf of pure strength which stood him sturdier than a brick wall, especially compared to what looked like a new ten-pack.
“Fuck man!” He rubbed his hands up and down his body, squeezing the steel which were his arms now, tracing a meaty finger between his throbbing abs, and even pinching a pointed aroused nipples on his bouncing pectorals. “This feels so fucking good!” He flexed again, and he burst out in all directions, almost comically he swelled and pulsed, but this scene was all reality and all solid power. “I didn’t think it would feel this amazing!”
“I-I-I…” Tim was practically pissing himself by the urinal, feeling like an ant looking up to a statue. He watched frozen as in a test of strength, Spike a nearby tile with his bare hand and easily ripped it from the wall. He laughed as he crushed the material into chalk.
“So light!” He smiled as he clearly looked at more things to tear apart, his straining jeans struggling to keep his masculinity at check as he focused his eyes on Tim. “You seeing this?”
“Y-Yes…” How could he not? His bully’s body was glistening and rumbling with strength, it was like watching some divine church art comes to life and he was in awe. Spike gripped his wrist and flexed his arms together, damned biceps crushing together as his pecs nearly touched his chins.
“Good, because you know what lesson number two is?” He put his arms behind his head. “I might be taller than anyone in the county, I might be the strongest one too, but a true man is never satisfied.”
“N-No!” Tim got to his feet, little fists crumpled as he stomped his feet. “You have to stop!” God, his voice even cracked on that last syllable, giving him the authority of a damned six-year-old. “I-I mean, think about-”
”Dude.” His grin, always cocky and ever present, reared its ugly head once more as he pointed down. “The fuck is going down there?”
There was a second where Tim thought this was a trick, but a warm feeling made him all to aware what his bully was referring to, wincing as he looked down. He was tenting, hard. Not that his shorts would have provided much cover before, but only now did he remember how much more cock he had wished for this morning, and now it was frankly impossible to hide what was happening at his crotch. He instinctively pushed on it as that would make it go away, but it flung back like a sling, actually able to somehow unhook over the hem of his shorts and bobbing out more erect then ever, his legs shaking.
“Woah.” Spike crossed his cannon ball biceps and nodded his head. “I mean… It’s kind of fucked that you’re getting a fucking boner from this, but colour me impressed that your packing so much.” He tapped his chin, “in fact, I honestly don’t get how you could be such a weiner if-” He paused, his eyebrows furrowing.
Tim quickly tried to put his dick back into his shorts, but every attempt made it slip from his hands and got a little moan from him. Such size was unwieldy and it felt like the whole thing was just a fireworks factory of nerves. “You-You’re just making me nervous and-”
”I wish your dick was the same size as it was before you had the wand.” Spike chuckled, seeing the results right away.
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“What? N-No I-” It was too late though, that glorious weighty dick of probably nine-inches retreated into his body like a burrowing snake, falling flaccid as all signs of virility floated away. The added girth seemed to melt away as what was once a fat shaft became lanky, almost stringy, and soon all that was hanging out of his shorts was his uncircumcised shell of a peanut, foreskin tip looking line a deflated balloon.
“Now that’s what I was expecting!” Spike’s laugh bounced against the walls. “I guess I was slightly wrong about you not wishing to be bigger, but you did it in the most ‘Timmy-way’ possible!” He stepped closer, his nipple nearly able to poke Tim’s eye out as he now was forced to look way up into his face, feeling as if he was peering over fields of chest muscle to see his stupid grin. “Still, even if it’s tiny now, you still popped a boner for a bigger, stronger alpha male. Are you getting the lesson now, pin-dick Timmy?”
“So, you shrunk my dick.” Tim tucked himself back inside his shorts and put his hands on his hips. He was trying to stand tall, his mind still mildly putting up a resistance, but this was a mere mosquito posing next to this teen muscle god. “You finally happy?”
”What did I just say before, dummy?” He calmly put both hands over his head by his ears, his fingers actually able to wrap around his head, even if only slightly. “A true man isn’t satisfied with the best. He should ask, demand and strive for more!” He cleared his throat. “I wish I was even bigger!”
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Tim’s jaw dropped as he stepped back. This man was a maniac! He was already threatening to burst from his jeans, his package already a fabric bomb waiting to go off, and yet this guy wanted more? How would he fit in door ways? How would he sit at his desk? How would he even function at a bigger size? Despite these basic logic question Tim’s mind was spewing out, there was no denying that his body nevertheless defied and grew.
Those shoulders, those wide pillars of masculinity actually grew out even more, passing the mortal limit and reaching a herculean wing span which made up twice, if not triple, the length of his already thick and powerful torso. He put a hand nearly the span of a car wheel against the ceiling, watching his veins pulse larger and larger all over his body. Two thick throbbing strands snaked down both arms, filling out biceps which were beyond mere steel but giant muscle stacked upon huge muscle stacked upon gigantic muscles, the unflexed mass easily surpassing Tim’s skinny torso. Another twin veins pumped down, seeming straight from the heart, its destination skiing down those bigger-than-brick abdominal muscles and down his ripping pants. They were pumping up something which needed a lot of blood, and Tim’s imagination was making him weak in the legs.
“Oh yeah, this is what I’m talking about!” He growled as he pushed upwards ever so slightly, the ceiling of tile submitting like wet bread under such little effort. Tim winced as more debris sprinkled on him, having to watch as those pecs actually sailed out of view, easily able to rest on his head. “Shit man.” Spike flexed both arms, their veins physically surging to keep up with the heavy needs of his massive form. “I think my veins are thicker than your arms!” Sure enough, he bent over and showed that those snaking tubes were at least comparable.
Tim was already horrified, both at his own weakness to stop all this, and how his erection returned with a fury. It was only to get worse though, as there was a final rip for Spike’s noble jeans.
He covered his eyes, but he actually heard it before seeing anything, a heavy slap booming louder than the ripping fabric as it smacked the thigh, a sound of dripping quickly following. Then the smell of fresh, virile cum tunnelled into his brain through his nostrils, staining the walls of his nose and making his head swim. He gulped and before he knew it he was opening his eyes.
“Oh don’t make it weird.” Spike rolled his eyes, one of his dinner-plate hands underneath the base of his sex god cock, the thing as thick as his pulsing tree-trunk thighs. It swung with the mass of a wrecking ball, two thick-as-Tim’s-wrist veins trailed down his meaty shaft, each pump through make it shake ever larger and more erect. Spike spread his legs wider, letting down a truly bonkers set of balls that drifted almost to his knee and visually sloshed with every subtle gesture like a frothy beer mug. “I saw your pecker after all.”
“B-Bu-Bu-Bu…” Tim’s hands were moving all over his face, eyes locked on this impossible manhood, though mere ‘man’hood was probably underselling this swinging piece of heavy industry.
Actually having to bend down a bit, Spike gripped his throbbing crimson cock head and lifted it up, almost instantly becoming erect and sticking out more vigorous than a steel beam. “Fuck, look how big it is?” He flexed his lower body, thighs crackling as they swelled and his cock started to dribble heavier of real heavy white blobs. They exploded to the floor like water-balloons, Tim recoiling back into the corner by the urinal as he scooted back. “God, I’m going to give this thing a test drive now!”
“P-Please don’t!” Tim put his hands together. “I-I mean, just not while I’m here!”
“But you’re my number one fan Timmy!” Spike was already starting to massage his big hand around his squirting cock, even his massive paws unable to properly jerk its entire length so he mainly just worked on rubbing the rim of the big rouge glans, gritting his teeth as it seemingly lurched larger forward. “I-In fact, I wish you’d cheer me on!”
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Tim put hands over his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from moving his jaw, eyes locked as he bounced and started to chant. “C-C-C-Cum! C-Cum! Spike cum! Sp-Spike- Oh Jeeze-” His arms were started to get wild, making a jerk-off motion as this muscle god just started to fap as a blur, those knocking coconut testis somehow bubbling fuller in their taut fleshy sack. “C-Cum you… Oh your dick is so big!” Those words burst from his mouth, body shivering as he chanted louder and louder, unable to stop himself, unable to want to stop himself. “Make that big, fat COCK cum! So fucking big!”
“Keep dreaming and wishing, Chestnut Timmy, because I’m working on my own wand!” His urethra gasped open, and Tim could see how hungry it was to let out it’s powerful load. Suddenly, it hit Tim between cheers, that if he could see down his piss-slit, then he probably wasn’t in the safest place!
At the last second, he darted forward with his hands over his head, doing full on storm preparations as Spike let loose head on with a powerful groan. His body turned ever so crimson, twitching as he splattered a dozen tiles from the wall with his load, firing a spiral load at the seeming power-hose velocity as one pump followed another. The first load was followed by a second, his hand holding the wand tensing as it blasted even more powerful than the first, knocking off a tile in its furious momentum.
Tim gulped, watching the pooling semen create mighty rivers between the tiles on the already sticky floor, actually lifting his sneaker so they could continue their march to the drain. “T-The fuck…” Naturally, the gargling drain was already starting to clog, the goop as thick as it was virile.
“Ahhh…” Spike let out a sated sigh as his cock twitched out its last load, both teens losing count after the first two dozen. “Now that’s a jerk-off session! Jesus, wait until the girls get a piece of me!”
Something finally bubbled up from within Tim, and spewed from his scrunched face. “Get a piece of you? They’ll just-just laugh at your freakish body and, I mean, c’mon! Your dick is way too big!”
”Too big?” Spike laughed, his mighty form leaning in to tower over Tim’s meek body. “There’s no such thing! You think I’m just going to pull my dick out when I have this wand? I’ll make every babe in school I come across a cock-addict slut or a nympho hoe, with big tits and bigger asses of course. I’ll make them fit this huge cock with a wave of my wand, and if I want my dick even bigger, they’ll just have to deal. Ain’t no way any bitch is resisting cock like this!” He looked at his wand in his left hand, but suddenly gawked. “22%? I didn’t make that many wishes! What gives?”
“Ah-ha!” Tim pointed forward. “It’s battery-efficient! The bigger the wish, the more power it takes. You have to be careful with your wishes!” Finally, he had him.
Spike nodded, shaking it a bit and noting of the hastily done screw job. “So… It’s like a cheap knock-off?”
”A cheap…” It was one thing to radically make him question his sexuality and humiliate him, but it was a whole other thing to question his craftsmanship. “I made it in one sole night, I’ll have you know, and I probably could make a bunch of improvements if you would just give it-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re looking like a real fucking genius right now.” Spike growled as he looked it over, and such a sound coming from his height sounded like a bomb dropping. “But you’re right, I can’t just go around fucking willy-nilly or else the cops will get more for some ‘very-decent’ exposure or some shit.” He rubbed his chin, “but I really want to test this bod out on some horny slut…”
Tim shrugged. “Well, why don’t you just go see your girlfriend Cindy and take that wand? Surely you won’t need me if you’re having fun with her.” Finally, he could actually envision himself free of Spike’s tyranny at last.
“Fuck that.” Spike shot down his hopes real fast with a gag. “She just sees me like a cock with legs. Real boring in bed, barely can get a word out of her as she just shops and talks with friends.” He wagged his thick finger. “Let me tell you another lesson, Timmy, the hottest girls don’t always mean a good lay, and before you can figure that out, boom, you’re stuck with them.” He slammed his fist in his palm. “But now, there’s no limit to which girl I can have! So many hotties to choose from that I can’t choose…” He smirked over to a sighing Tim. “But maybe…”
”What?” Tim’s heart went from zero to a hundred yet again, as Spike was yet again looking at him when talking about sex. “I don’t want to be a chick.”
”Dude.” Spike stuck his tongue out. “I’m not changing your girly ass into a babe, as energy efficient as that would be since you’re already half-way there. No, I’m talking about your opinion.”
”Fuck Cindy.” He quickly said. “Maybe you could change her personality or-”
”Naw, that’s not nearly as fun as finding out who you crush on hardest and just getting her on her knees, making her look up with a smile and blasting a huge load up her fucking nose.” He chuckled.
“Oh fuck… Does that really turn you own?” He stepped back, knowing quite well what name would come from his mouth if it was forced. “I-I mean if we put our heads together, we-”
”Tell me who you’d love to fuck in this school.” He flicked his wand down at this shivering young boy.
“Fuck.”
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