The Call of Madness

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THE RIFTS

Jacob Mathis stood there in his dark bedroom. The smell of heady insence filled the room as he was just finishing up a ritual. He chants a weird alien language, reading from an old scroll. He reaches out, picking up a bronze athame and touches the tip to his forehead and then touches the tip to his lips. He chants some more, placing the naked blade in his palm and runs the blade along his palm and drips the blood into a bowl.

He then picks up a talisman and dips it into the bowl a few times, making sure the metal peice is covered in blood. He then circles it from its chain over some black candels and the insence. He finishes his chanting, and kisses the talisman, bowing his head to the darkness and slides the necklace over his head and rests it around his neck. He blows out the candels and waits, standing in front of a mirror.

Jacob was a good 6'2, very lean and handsom. He had no muscle but had plenty of definition. His wild mop of long dishwater blonde hair framed his face. The talisman hung between his flat pecs, he waited for it, waited for the spell to kick in. He felt his body begin to grow hotter, and felthis heart rate increase. He watched as the transformation began to take place, forcing himself to stand and endure the pain as his muscles began to change.

He seen his body tense up and relax. His flat stomach becoming more harder, watching as a fine set of six pack abs began to swell and form over his stomach, giving him that one little kick that most girls go for. He watched as his chest began to tense and relax, inflating a few centimeters each time as if he took a breath and did not exhale. His shoulders began to swell and round out, followed by his biceps and triceps that began to swell to a decent 12 inches around. His traps began to fill out some, soon he felt his pants tighten up, starting with his glutes.

His ass began to fill out, rising up in his pants, then his thighs began to swell up, drawing his pants tight. His calves began to expand a bit, drawing his pants tight around his ankles and becoming tight around his knees. Then his crotch began to stir, filling out his underware and his pants, bulging them out a little and pushing them down past his weistline. He smiled and was happy to see the results of his spell. He walks away from the mirror and then puts on his old shirt, now tight from his new muscles.
　
----------the nightmare begins------

Dark rifts open up in the town of Alaric, in places people would never think to look, or were people chose to ignore. But nothing arises just yet. The air is dark and filled with magic. The year is September 6th, 2013. The town of Alaric was not too far from salem. What many didnt know is its dark history that built this town and will eventually prove to be its undoing. However thats not what is to be focused on right now. Right now this story is about Jacob and his troubles.

He walks through the halls of Nathan Shale High. He was a senior, once the lanky nerd now a smoking hot stud. He keeps his talisman hidden under his shirt. Summer vacation just ended, and he played it off all day that finally his genese gave way and he began to blossom. Many girls wanted him, some guys did check him out, but he was very careful not to let on that he used magic. That was one of the laws in the town, it was against the law to practice any form of witchcraft. Something obviously so forbidden was very tempting for many people, it was like breaking the law and having no way to prove it was broken. The witch trials though brutal served to help detere this law.

His favorite class however was occult theology. Though not against the law to study it, he was playing at studyign these things so he can later go and become a witch tracker one day, or an excorsist. However, today was something special. First day of class they had a guest speaker, a young man from out of town known by the name of Professor Alexander Von Grimm. He was temporarily visiting while on sabaticle from his own teachings at a university. The topic of the day, was THE ANCIENT ONES. The professor spoke much of the works of H.P.Lovecraft. Though much of it was the work of fiction, many of it was based on fact.

He also went on with the fact that this town had much history with the Lovecraft dogma. Before he could go further into detail the teacher forced the discussion to be closed and forced the professor out of the classroom.

Jacob noticed any mention of this town's shaddy past seems to get people in trouble alot. It was never discussed on how this town was founded, or why they lived miles from salem yet never could leave the town limits except on certain times of the year. The laws were crazy yet they stood this way for nearly 200 years.

Later that day he sat in Literature class. There he was sitting behind a girl he often logned for. Her name was Elizabeth Thompson. She was a dillitante, a rich girl with a heafty trustfund. She was beautiful, well dressed, and very propper. She was something Jacob wanted since they where 5 years old and playing in the mud at the local park. He sat behind her, his legs spread, looking like a lusty lecherous jock. He ignored the teacher, his mind wandering as he had a perfect view of her pixy styled hair, her pale thin neck, and the wonderful details of her backside.

He could feel eyes on him, both of want and envy. He could feel the negative energy in the room, most from boredom and others hating how this skinny guy became a super model over summer break where it took others years to get that far. He rubs his crotch, feeling his dick swell in its confines, but he felt something else. His clothes began to tighten, something he didnt expect.

He asked to be excused for the bathroom and left. He worked his way down the hall, then stopped breifly. His swelling dick forced its way down his pant leg and adjusted itself as it grew fat, his tight clothes forcing him to walk funny into the bathroom.

He made his way into a stall and locked it. he undid his pants but his muscles swelled so much he could not slide his pants down. He workes his cock free, seeing a fat meat in his hands. It was pulsing bigger now that it was free, an impressive 10x3 that didnt grow longer but grew only fatter. He sat ont he toilet, jerking off with both hands, feeling his balls swell and cause him pain in his pants. His shirt tightening around his neck and his biceps, feeling like its cutting off his blood flow as he jerks off. He jerks off more, his legs locking up from the tightness of his pants against his muscles. He could hear it barely as the blood was being held up in his head, the poping of the threads in his pants, 1 by 1 they popped, giving his balls some space as they expanded.

His jerking became furious as he used both hands to handle the girth of his cock, his air supply starting to cut off. He grabs his collar, n ripped it, giving himself more air and a better blood flow. He continued to jerk off, thinking of the girl Elizabeth. His dick finally twitched some, spewing hot cum against the door of the stall and dribbling down to the floor. He felt his muscles subside, shrinking down some as the energy was expended. He was then able to stuff his soft 6 inch cock back into his pants and got up. Just as he left another person entered the bathroom. It was the professor Alexander Grimm. They exchanged glances and just as they finished washing up Alex looked at Jacob and spoke a mere phrase.

"Magic always comes at a price lad, and in this town...You better make sure its the right price for what you want."

That would be the last time he would ever see the professor that day or any day. It seemed the mayor had the young professor run out of town and had a city wide restraining order placed on him. This did raise some questions, questions soon silenced by the city council and the police. Jacob didnt know what was going on with this town, but aside from Elizabeth on his mind, he did have to see one other person. A young man named Neil McDagger who gave him the scroll to begin with.

[jiggyborg]

i like how this is starting!!