My Pendant

[jman250]

I've been working on an unnecessarily long story for a while now and I needed a quick break for something more, uh, fun?

So, I threw this together. As always, please post comments (even a simple "thank you" is really motivating)!

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My Pendant: Part One (of Two)

I felt the pendant hanging on its thin fabric around my neck. Its heavy weight always comforted me, reminding me that it was something special. Nobody could say how it worked but those who'd discovered its secrets often tried feverishly, and unsuccessfully, to obtain it. I treasured the pendant and I kept it always with me.

I sat alone in a comfortable chair, looking out the wide window of my spacious room. The sun had begun to set casting a yellow haze across the world. This had become the best part of my day, the moments before my evening began. My mind wandered. Thoughts of dozens upon dozens of men flashed through my head, all beautiful men I'd slept with since finding the pendant. My cock responded instinctively, hardening in my loose sweats. Some of the men had come to me, some of them I had found and surprised. Either way, my sex life went from dwindling with age to expanding rapidly in the past few months.

The amber hue of my pendant twinkled in the light of the setting sun, making it shine brightly against the pale skin of my bare chest. I looked down at it as I reclined, breathing a heavy sigh. The gift I'd received did little for my own mediocre physique. At thirty four years of age, I'd given up trying to look my best. I left that for those in their twenties, helping out where I could. My arms were too small and my legs too thin. But that didn't stop men from throwing themselves at me.

The pendant filled my mind with a dull thumping, telling me that it wanted release. It wanted release for me. It granted me a power that, as far as I knew, could only be mastered by me. We had a connection, the pendant and me. Maybe it had to do with how it came to be in my possession; maybe others did not have the necessary concentration. Whatever the reason, the pendant made me special, and I loved it.

As the sun set behind the distant hills, my wondering thoughts subsided. The cold air was beginning to prickle my skin. I got up and busied myself with preparations, throwing on a shirt and changing into tapered blue jeans.

"Tonight will be fun," I told myself, examining the tall, slender figure in the mirror. I ran my fingers across the curly crimson hair atop my head, pushing it into place. I smoothed the ruffles on my shirt and pulled it down tight against my small shoulders. Icy blue eyes glanced across my reflection approvingly. "Yes," I mused, "tonight will be fun, indeed."

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It didn't take long to span the several blocks to the nearest gay bar. Sting, it was called. I'd moved close not too long ago. The pendant compelled me to, though quite indirectly. I felt it thumping in my mind as it did almost constantly now. It needed to be near this mecca of men. I was all too happy to oblige, given my recently hyperactive sex drive. Both the college and the gym were within walking distance, making Sting the club of choice for hot twenty-something year old men and thus a favorite spot of my own.

Most people stopped their conversations and gazed at me longingly as I entered. Firm, muscled bodies filled the already bustling crowd. Cocks hardened all around the room merely from my presence. I nodded here and there, acknowledging some of my better work but engaging nobody past friendly cordiality. Tonight would be special. The pendant agreed. I seated myself in a far off corner of the bar, watching people slowly return to their conversations. Some fretted, debating internally whether to approach my poorly upholstered vinyl booth. None did, though. They knew by my posture that I would have none of their attentions tonight. I instead gazed about the room, seeking out my next new find.

As the evening grew long, more people crammed themselves into the confined spaces around the bar. Those who knew me fought for even one of my passing glances, hopeful of receiving my gifts without upfront cost. But wistful expressions fell on most as my gaze passed by. Then finally, a bit past my fifth free drink, I spotted him.

All of the largely muscled men in the room took no notice of him. He squeezed his wet glass of intoxicating liquid tightly with both hands, moving his pretty brown eyes here and there to survey the beautiful men, happily oblivious of my lustful glance. His dark brown hair was patted forward with too much texture, and his blue full V-neck shirt exposed the beginnings of firm but far from significant pecs. Though short, his frame was thick. He certainly weighed more than I did but much less than most of the men in attendance. At any other club, he would have had a much better chance. But he chose to visit Sting; a poor choice for anybody but the most beautiful of muscular men.

I got up, leaving my most recent drink untouched. The loud noise of dozens of conversations found a lull as I made my way easily through the heavy crowd. The man in blue chatted noisily with his friends, apparently unfazed by the abrupt change from loud cacophony to mellow hum. Eyes danced about me frantically, focusing not on me but calculating my trajectory and possible destinations. At last I came to a halt behind a back that stretched wider than my own narrow frame. The thumping in my mind hastened and beat wildly, now. The pendant agreed with my choice.

I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hello there."

He turned at first with a smile but quickly began to glower. A glance up and down my body confirmed that I was, indeed, not what he planned for his evening out.

"Uhm, hi," he said, turning hastily back towards his friends, who seemed to share his focused opinion. I stood unmoved and unconcerned. Those accompanying him shared furtive glances, trying not to smirk at my continued presence. The man of my evening's desire continued to frown outside of my gaze, staring at nobody in particular, hoping that I'd simply go away. It didn't take long, though, before an intrepid man of astonishing beauty leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

At first, he seemed surprised to have such a specimen of muscle, a truly superior model among the fitness inclined, speaking to him so directly.

"Do what?" said the man in blue, looking very confused.

"He suggests that you come with me," I said blatantly, and the many heads focused on our conversation nodded in agreement.

The pendant didn't provide me with any abilities to affect the thoughts or actions of others. It only granted the ability to give them beauty, size, and strength. If he rejected my advances, it would be his loss.

His friends look bemused as several other specimens of male perfection swooped in to block their negative accord. I'd developed quite a reputation and the attractive multitudes were ready and willing to attain another among their ranks.

"Go with him," said some.

"You won't regret it," said others.

"It'll be amazing," said still more.

The man in blue turned to look at me once more, puzzlement overwhelming his countenance.

"Would you like to come with me? I don't live far," I said, "just around the corner."

"Don't go," said one of his friends, who was quickly overruled as scores of attractive men pushed him (and me) towards the exit.

Before he could resolve his surprise at having been thrust out onto the dark streets, he arrived in tow at my front door.

"Nice place," he said, unsure of how he'd gotten himself into the apartment of a man about six years his senior and absolutely not his type. His utter bafflement reaffirmed that my choice was correct.

"Sit down," I said. He let himself be led to my couch where he sat heartily on the plastic covered cushions. His eyes darted about, taking in his surroundings; nervous fingers fidgeted and crossed in his lap.

"I'm Mitch," he said finally, apparently deciding that it would be best if I knew his name.

"Hi Mitch," I said warmly, smiling down as him from my standing position. "Don't be nervous, you're safe. I bring a lot of guys back here and they all enjoy themselves. You met some of them on our way out of Sting."

I'd said those exact lines before. This wasn't the first, and it would not be the last time a strange man found himself unsure and anxious in my living room.

"Do you want something to drink?" I said in a soft voice, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

"Uhm, no," he said, adding a quick "thank you" as an afterthought.

"Well, then. Let's get started," I said, taking off my shirt.

He looked up at me with one eye arched, apparently re-thinking his situation. But before much more could be decided, I pulled off his loose fitting shoes and unbuttoned his tight fitting pants.

"Tell me your desires," I said, pulling his jeans around decent sized thighs. Soft brown hairs ruffled lazily after being disturbed by the trailing waistband. My hands cupped his round calves as they slid past, pulling both legs free.

"Tell you what?" he said, slightly taken aback by the unusual question.

"Tell me your desires. I can help make them come true," I said, pulling the blue V-neck over his torso. His arms complied dutifully, fifteen-inch biceps rising to allow the shirt to be pulled past. I looked down at his tanned skin, taking in his small but solid pecs and visible six-pack. His size complemented his thick frame, looking nicely muscled with low body fat.

"What do you want to know?" he said, continuing our conversation from moments before.

"Everything," I said, leaning in to run my fingers along the soft skin from pecs to navel.

"Uhm," he said, closing his eyes, "I like muscle. Big guys with big dicks."

"And what else," I said, hooking two fingers under the elastic of his designer brand underwear.

"Big arms," he said. "I like really big arms."

I pulled, bringing his underwear up and over a cock that had just began to wake. It looked to be decent sized average, and cut.

"Big arms? How big?" I said softly, trying to encourage his imagination. Sexy thoughts would help enlarge his slumbering member.

"Really big," he said, getting into the mood. "Nineteen inches."

"Only nineteen?" I said to him, bringing my mouth close to his hardening cock. The hot breath of my voice quickened his excitement, his cock head inching closer to his stomach with each heartbeat.

"Ok, twenty!" he replied. I chuckled to myself at his modesty, confident in the knowledge that soon he'd be shouting an ever-expanding plethora of large and larger numbers.

"And I like big dicks," he said, really getting into the discussion. "Eight inches," he spouted. His cock was almost fully hard. The pendant around my neck thumped loudly in my head, expectantly. I reached out my tongue and flicked it against the head of his dick. The soft brown hairs on his flat stomach shifted, a shiver running through him.

"Oh, gods!" he bellowed. I had that affect on men.

I took his cock into my mouth and began pumping gingerly in an up and down motion, flying my tongue along the back of his sensitive cock head. I watched him, taking a mental picture of his looks, trying my best to remember the fine details of the attractive yet nervous twenty-something year old man that I had brought into my apartment.

Then I began.

I pushed the thumping from my mind and focused it through his eager cock. He started to moan, feeling the pleasure of my hot mouth, not understanding or caring about the sudden noise in his head. His eyes remained closed, some distant muscle man flexing proudly in his thoughts as Mitch's arms started to inflate. The satisfaction overwhelmed us both. He breathed heavily, enjoying the sensation of his dick being sucked. I reveled in the pleasure of the beat moving through my soul and into Mitch.

Focusing, I willed his arms to expand. They pushed outward against the cool air of my living room, growing to seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, and then twenty inches. Then I focused on his cock, pushing against the thumping in his mind, causing his decent six inches to grow. I felt it thicken and lengthen between my lips. I ran my tongue around its girth, savoring the feeling of it taking up more and more space in my anxious mouth. The separation between my mouth and his groin increased moment by moment, his length becoming more difficult to fully please.

Finally, the thumping in his mind pushed back against my push. I knew that that meant his penis now stood a throbbing eight inches long. My practiced mind could combat his unconscious will to force more growth, but I knew once he realized what had happened, no strength of wills would be required. I removed his cock from my mouth, examining my work. His nicely formed member seemed more perfectly proportioned than it had before. An unconscious change of my own, to be sure.

His eyes opened questioningly, likely wondering at (only instinctively) the absence of the mysterious thumping in his mind. He focused first on my beaming face, which was looking up to meet his confusion.

"Why'd you stop?" he said, and then he noticed the more perfect column of meat hovering higher up his torso than before.

"Huh?" he said shocked. Careful fingers reached out to touch its new length, to feel its girth as if unsure that it was real. "What happened?" he ruminated to nobody in particular.

"It's your desires," I said simply. "You've gotten what you wanted," I indicated, nodding to his arms.

His eyes widened, his fingers quickly abandoning his throbbing cock to explore the newly expanded territory of his beefy biceps.

"How ...," he said, trailing off. He brought his arm into a hard flex, bringing nineteen inches of solid muscle into full relief.

"Your desires," I said again. "Tell me your desires."

And he did.

No sooner than I encouraged him did new desires begin flooding from his mouth.

"I want to be hot!" he said, pretty brown eyes filled with lust. "To be buff and muscular like all the guys I've ever wanted! I want a fifty inch chest, and eighteen inch calves, and sixty inch shoulders!"

I again engulfed his eight inch cock, taking as much into my mouth as I could.

"And five percent body fat," he said as an after thought. "I want to be toned and buff and beautiful, and I want every guy to want me!"

And I started to make it happen. The thumping in his mind again began once my lips made contact with his aching dick. I pushed back through my soul, pushing hard against the thumping in his head, then into his calves and shoulders, causing them to balloon bigger and wider, making them harder and rounder. Veins appeared as I pulled, dragging the fat from his body and into who knows where. The thickness of his biceps increased, padding removed to reveal nothing but masculine hardness.

"This is so hot!" he shouted, focusing on his expanding muscles. He flexed his arms and felt his shoulders. His pecs danced as I pushed again, filling them with new size. The cleft between the two hard slabs of muscle deepened; his chest bulged outward and downward causing taunt nipples to harden and to begin pointing downward.

"Fuck!" he screamed, starting to buck his eight inches of cock into my mouth. I gagged as the nearly perfect cock head jutted against the back of my throat. But still I pushed against the thumping in his mind. My pendant glowed a bright green-blue, pulsing with each unified thump in our skulls.

"Fuck!" he said again, examining the expanse that had become his body.

"Can you make me taller? Five foot ten!" he yelled out, still trying to push himself further down my throat. "And I want to be as big as a porn star! Ten inches. No, twelve!"

And I made it happen. Sweat poured from his brow, dripping in torrents onto the plastic covered couch. His feet expanded downward beneath my body, pushing away from the cushions that supported his increasing weight. My soul danced and sang, the thumping flowing through it. I felt the pulsing of my own cock still confined tightly in my briefs. I began to buck my hips in motion with Mitch. He face fucked me with all his might, as if the force he used could somehow help him achieve his goals.

His short stature reached new heights as his bones expanded to his wish of five foot eleven. And still I pushed on the thumping in his mind. His cock shot outward in my mouth like it was being unraveled from within. It expanded quickly as if the force of my mind against his could only escape by making him bigger, making him grander! He shoved into me once more, forcing the enlarged cock head down my throat. I could feel it expanding in the only direction it could go as he held firm. I choked and sputtered but new strength held me as his twenty-inch arms reached back to force my head into a solid embrace. But still I pushed, forcing his dick to snake bigger, more and more. Finally my push met a hard force like a wall. I knew he felt the strength of my push as he unconsciously, unwillingly pushed back against me. In a single fluid motion, he removed his cock from my throat, causing it to make an audible *pop* as it exited my tight lips. He stood up, throwing me to the ground and grabbing his porn-star sized proportions.

He jerked and jerked, convulsing his whole body. Sweat shot off in all directions. His jaw had squared. His features looked chiseled. His brown eyes shone with brightness. And I could only think one word about his penis: perfect. It was thick and round and proportioned like what could be found on a statue of the gods. He focused only on himself, worshipping his own body. Hard muscles flexed and danced as he strained to get himself off. Lengthened fingers flew across the full foot of his cock, as if he'd been born to have such great size. Then finally, with a roar like a thousand lions, he came!

Cum spurted up and arched out of his perfect cock. It flew in every direction, up and over every surface, across the room, and above his head. He twitched and shuttered and came with all his might until finally, without another moment's commotion, he stopped.

I felt the warmth of my own cum trickle down my leg. I'd cum in all the excitement and hadn't even noticed. That hadn't happened in a long while. As he slumped down on the wet plastic covering my couch, I looked up at the magnificent male specimen I'd created.

His requests hadn't been as lofty as some, but his desires for beauty had come through in full force. He almost glowed with radiance as he opened his eyes. I held back a gasp as they looked down at me, taken aback by the beauty.

"Wow," he said.

"Yes," I replied.

As I cleaned him up and gave him clothes that I kept on hand, he gave me a full bodied hug. Though still taller than him, he lifted my head towards the ceiling easily before putting me down with a wide, sheepish grin.

"How can I ever thank you?" he asked, beaming.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way," I said.

As I escorted him out the door, I took pause. He'd been one of the better ones. I knew he was mine forever, now. He'd always want what I could provide, like so many other men. And so, I spoke.

"Mitch," I said, looking at him directly. "It's only temporary. All this size. Do you hear that thumping? You need to push against it as best you can. It'll be stronger than you, though, and it will fade. Over time it will leak out of your subconscious. And when it does, you'll lose a good amount of size. Not all, but more than you'd like. And when that happens, seek me out. You'll lose less each time we meet. And next time we do, you'll know better how you can thank me then."

A frown crossed his lips. And I shut the door, leaving him dumbfounded on the front steps.

[bobman]

Woof! Fantastic imagery and beautiful description. Hot!

[growinmuscl]

Great story!!

[joel24242]

what a wonderful concept. i loved how the flow of the story built up with the orgasm. loved it.

[Xyggurat]

Color me pleased. You've continued to develop as a writer and the story was hot. Go you!

-X-

[Londonboy]

That was simply quite enjoyable and very erotic. Thank you very much.

[timrain]

extremly well written,

[skumbum]

I enjoyed this!

[muscl4life]

Stories with such high quality descriptions and simple, beautifully executed narration are truly enjoyable to read and incredibly hot. I hope you're having all the fun you need with this tale, because we certainly are!

Congratulations!

[philat99]

Now that was a great read!!! Thanks!

[Reeza]

Wowie! If that was just thrown together, I can't wait to see what you have been laboring on.

[Otaru_grower]

I LOVED the catch at the end. Great stuff, man

[jman250]

Wow! Thanks, all, for the great reception. I'll get to work pumping out part two (excuse the pun)!

[nvb2]

Others have said it, but I liked the concept, the twist at the end, and the "this is one of many escapades" feel. Thanks for sharing!

[SeanMcGuire]

That was so good! Can't wait for more. An instant favorite.

[funboy]

That was so freakin' hot! I don't know what else to say.

[jman250]

Thank you! I almost forgot that I need to write the second part

[gbedfore]

Excellent story! Thanks for sharing jman250.

[Rarity]

5/5 for sure!

I'll mail you the other 3 stars after I give you the two from my user name.

[christianmac]

This story was great, any chance of seeing the next part?