Voodoo Growth: Part 1

[Benjiflump]

[COLOR=red]Hey all...first time British poster here, would be really interested to see what you think! Am planning a bit more to come with this. Feedback really appreciated![/COLOR]

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[COLOR=white]Voodoo Growth - Part 1[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?Oh fuck, it?s finally here!?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Jamie had been waiting for the package to arrive for weeks. After seeing the doll on eBay, he had ordered it there and then. It seemed so unreal, but he was resolute to the idea of getting as big as he could. He?d been training for months, but nothing seemed to appease his need for size. His arms were making slow process, his stomach was nowhere near a full six-pack and his legs were nothing out of the ordinary. On top of all of this, he was 5?8? and while not a bad height, had always wanted to be bigger. At 18, he was nothing very special.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]When he saw the advert, he really couldn?t believe what he was reading. He almost didn?t. The product description said ?Mass-gain Voodoo Doll?...after reading more closely, it had promised ?enormous growth of muscles, body shape and size?. Well, that was exactly what he wanted. Something that might at least give him an edge on his training, and Voodoo had been around for ever - it wouldn?t be a popular belief if it didn?t have some truth in it, surely? - and after all, they can bring people back from the dead; turning him into a muscleman wouldn?t involve that much dark magic. So...he ordered it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]So when it finally arrived, Jamie was ecstatic. He ran upstairs, unpacked the jiffy bag, and put the doll on his bed. It was about a foot long, with barely distinguishable arms and legs. The shape of it was like the Michelin man, but bigger and with more mass. It was a pale blue colour, with the features and outlines of the muscles drawn in thick, black lines. Around its neck was a circlet of bone, and the pin that stuck inside it looked like a large canine tooth. As soon as he pulled it from the bag he felt it buzzing with power; a slow, steady vibration that seemed to transfer to his touch when he put his hands around it. He checked the jiffy bag, and inside there were a set of instructions. Eagerly, he read them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?To energise the massive growth power of the doll, take a lock of hair and place it on the doll?s chest. Push the hair into the doll with the peg. The power of the doll shall be unleashed on the owner of the substance inside it.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Easy enough, thought Jamie. He plucked a few hairs from his head ? it crossed his mind to use scissors, but he figured if he was going to be a muscle-bound guy that he should start embracing the pain ? and pulled the peg out. He laid the hairs on the doll?s chest, and with a certain theatricality he pushed the hairs inside the doll with the peg. Expecting a huge, explosive rush of growth, he closed his eyes, threw his arms out and held his breath.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Nothing happened.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He looked at the doll. He gave the peg another cursory push, and resumed his stance. Nothing. No tingling, no veins snaking down his arm, no head rising higher and higher. He was gutted. He looked at the instructions again, turned them over, searched the jiffy bag, and threw them down in anger. He?d wasted his money on a rubbish kid?s toy that looked like a five-year-old had made it. Wonderful.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He threw the doll into a drawer, jiffy-bag and all, and headed off to the gym. If the doll wasn?t going to help him, he?d bloody well do it himself. But as he made a break for the door, something hit him. Deep in the pit of his stomach; a feeling of butterflies floating around. That feeling of expectancy and of nervous energy. He paused, and felt his stomach tighten, like cramp. He looked around for something to grab on to, and could only find the doorknob. As the cramp became worse, he grabbed the doorknob as he doubled over. His breath was getting tight, and there was a pressure behind his eyes that caused him to see white dots everywhere. Jamie suddenly realised what might be happening ? and while he hadn?t fully ruled out a heart attack ? he made an effort to stand up straight and experience this fully. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]The pain in his stomach pulsed, but with each pulse it spread to the rest of his body. He could feel it creeping through his chest, into his shoulders, down his arms and into his fingers. His thighs were tensed, and the tension reverberated through his knees, down to his calves, to his feet and toes. He looked nervously at his body. He had a grimace on his face, trying to enjoy the pain, but sweat was pouring off his forehead and rolling down his cheeks. His head was pounding, and he heard himself grunting and swearing in a strained voice. It was then he noticed his arms. His t-shirt was starting to get tighter. ?Holy FUCK,? Jamie screamed, but half in terror. He still wasn?t sure if this wasn?t the beginnings of a stroke. It was only when he felt his bicep touching the lower part of his arm that he realised he was beginning to get bigger. He then heard the stretching of material. He pulled himself up straight, and breathed deeply, trying to ignore the viscous pain that was pounding through his body. He stared at his biceps as they slowly, and very gradually, pushed outwards. The hem of his sleeves was digging into his skin. ?Fucking fuck!? was the eloquent and verbose way Jamie chose to indicate his surprise, ?Fuck ME!? With the final word, the seams of his sleeve started to split, the material fraying as his bicep pushed outwards. ?Oh JESUS, it?s actually happening!? he screamed, and looked at the rest of his body. The changes had been continuing as he?d been focused on his arms. His chest was now defined through his t-shirt, and while not breaking the material, was defined enough to show through the fabric. His jeans were tight at the waist, but the real pleasure was lower down; the previously baggy trousers were now skin-tight, sticking to his quads and calves like they were a skinny-fit. He felt a pang of pain as his cock was starting to thicken in his jeans, but they were too tight to let him get an erection; as soon as it started to grow, the pain caused by the restricting material pushed it back to semi. The tension in his body remained, but he wondered how he?d be able to move his legs without causing them to explode. His feet were still pulsing with power, and as he tried to stretch his toes, both shoes suddenly burst in the middle of the laces, all the way down, as Jamie?s feet ripped through the leather. They still felt like they were growing, pushing forwards through the shredded remains and growing beyond any shoe size he was aware of. "FUCK, FUCK, SHIT, I'M GETTING HUGE!" he mouthed breathlessly. He took a deep breath in, and felt his shoulders rub the bottom of his neck. "BIGGER..." he said, hoarsely. Breathing deeper, he found they were still growing up, pushing higher and becoming more rounded. The tension began to subside, and he found more mobility, although he was still worried about the tightness of his trousers and what would happen if he burst through them. He looked at the doorknob, and found that rather than it being at the normal waist-height, it was now just under his hips. He looked down and saw at the bottom of his t-shirt there was a two inch gap to his jeans. He?d got taller! He couldn?t believe it...not a lot taller, but it was a start...and in that gap between clothes, he could see a defined and full six-pack, sweat glistening off it and sparkling in the light.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]He awkwardly walked to the mirror in his bathroom, and surveyed the difference. Okay, so he wasn?t that much taller, maybe 6? now, and his arms looked pretty hot with the burst seams, and he had a defined six pack, and as he delicately unbuttoned his jeans to have a look at his legs, he felt his cock had become thicker and fuller, but...but...he just wasn?t that satisfied. This is the sort of thing he could have achieved himself if he had put his mind to it. Well, maybe not a bigger cock, but there was always Viagra. It?s good, but it isn?t magic. Jamie?s mind wandered as he thought whether he could do anything else to the doll to make himself get a little bit bigger... [/COLOR]

[sexiscriptor]

first of all: bloody fucking brilliant
second of all: more. lots more. of everything--chapters and growth.

i def approve of the height growth; i was in total [lustful] agreement when he called those 4" "a start" ;D

def hoping to see more, man! keep it up
~Ille

[Otaru_grower]

I like this. It's a new take that I haven't seen before.

[Greggrth]

I like it. The only thing u need to do now is... make him bigger. good work

[sexiscriptor]

Originally Posted by Greggrth

I like it. The only thing u need to do now is... make him bigger. good work

def seconded ;p

and i mean, if greggrth likes it too...well, then that's just orgasmic encouragement fer ya ;p
~Ille

[philat99]

Very enjoyable. Careful what you wish for; you may get it - in a very big way. Here's hoping!
Mike