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Growing Desires: Cutting Ties

Growing Desire

Part 1


To celebrate Halloween, I thought it would be fun to write a story darker and more in depth than my other stories. This section has "technical" muscle growth but, if you guys like it, it will more than likely blossom into a much bigger and better story. Feedback is welcome if you guys have anything to say. Also, if you have any kind of direction you might want this story to go or opinions you might have of this story, don't be afraid to speak up. Enjoy

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It was a typically dark and stormy night at the house of Durham. The neighborhood flashed white now and again in accordance to the random flashes of lightning. The storm was set almost precisely above the Durham mansion as it raged over the large hill it resided on and very rarely hit a stray tree outside of the clearing the large home was set in. Very few lights were turned on as there was only one person inside the house with only one purpose. If someone were to look into the room, they would be quickly shocked at what they saw inside of the 3rd floor rooms.

Strange symbols and papers inscribed with magical inscriptions decorated the walls and gave the room a messy feel although it was mostly just the fact that the strange objects were nailed or taped over a room that, in other circumstances, would be considered clean. Robert Durham was sitting in his room, alone and away from any other living soul. Like a dedicated worker, he looked through books upon books of magical knowledge that could lead him further to his goal. This was made possible only by the light of the incenses and candles placed in a special order around a large hexagon that the boy stood in. One who was just now walking in would see a normal, large boy of 6'6 studying in his room with strange symbols across the walls.

Robert himself was not as unusual as his room. He was, in fact, 6'6 with 240 pounds of bulk pushed into him. Of course, at his height, this made him seem of average bulk but, as a wrestler who specialized in using his height to his advantage, the young man of 18 was quite a muscular man in his own right. His football jacket tried to hide some of this mass but one could tell just by looking
at the muscular calves below his khaki covered legs that he was a powerful man. His brown, well dressed hair reflected golden light from the flame of the candles and his beautifully brown-blonde eyelashes shielded the most beautiful blue eyes one could find on such a man. His manly brow was furled as he looked through the many pages of text. Under most circumstances, he was by all means quite the catch for anyone. Robert, however, was by no means in search of a sexual partner; he was far busier searching through his family's old spell books for a specific need. One that would change his life forever if done correctly.

Robert's eyes glared at the paper. “FUCK! It's not here!" he cried as he threw yet another spell book at the pile beside him and sat down with his legs crossed in frustration and his head in his hands. “There’s only one kind of spell that matters and even this big ass book can’t find it" he growled in anger. He looked around at all the books he'd found with a wrinkled brow. He looked down at the
MVP medal he'd won through his jacket. "You were the last part of the spell" he said in defeat as he grabbed the medal and raised it off of his head, flashing occasionally in the glowing candle light. " Now you're useless" he said. His hand tensed around the medal as if he were filling it with his torn and ragged hopes and life. With an angry grunt, Robert threw the medal at his bedroom window, his throwing arm making the sleeve bulge as he used all his force and anger to throw it at its target.

As luck would have had it, the window flew open at just the perfect time, smacking the midair medal with its rim and sending it flying towards the adjacent wall. Robert shielded his eyes from the wind and water just in time to miss a very fast shadow that flew by like a bat after its prey.

Pages were sent all around the room and the candles were quickly snuffed out as the forces of the storm came rushing in an endless wave. Just as quickly as the wind had started, it stopped. All the temporarily weightless objects dropped with the force of gravity. Robert moved his arm from his face in its shielded position and looked around the room. Papers that had been set perfectly for the spell were now off in distant corners or in random spots. He lifted himself with a start as the room fell quiet. An angry vein appeared on his now reddening forehead as he tried to not self destruct at the amount of bad luck he was collecting.

Just when his frustration was about to absorb him, he stopped at what looked like a very familiar page. His blue eyes grew wide as he jolted towards the page, tripping on his rugged floor, and grabbed the page from its position on the ground. The markings, the color of the writing, the artwork; just what Robert was looking for.

"Fuck yes!" he cried as he jumped back up to his sneakered feet and quickly began to restart the preparations for a MASSIVE
spell.

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It only took 20 minutes of precision and candle lighting in accordance to the directions of basic spell casting but Robert, a person who never failed to pass his classes with Grade A projects was able to endure it. The warm lights once again danced on the walls of Robert's room and created eerie shadows wherever there was room to form them. Robert was once again in the center of a large hexagonal shape with inscriptions tailored to the spell sewn in between lines. His hands tensed and his breathing grew sharp as he began to read the spell.

" In darkness we trust,
for all that it hides,
a source of creatures we must find"


At the last word, the flames of the candles began to push away from the center of the circle.

" The tides of darkness, I call upon thee,
with the voice of one man from the force of the three,
scream hatred, scream lies, scream horrors of truth,
scream blood, scream hot, scream mouth, scream tooth"


Robert dared not look away but he could see, in the corners of his eye, shadows of many shapes and forms dancing around the walls and floors as he chanted. The most resembling situation would be a horrific, sinister dance around the circle that seemed playful yet menacing. However, against Robert's better judgment, he continued to read further into the book, the last most specific part of the spell waiting for him to read.

"The time is now, you cannot hide,
come to me, where I reside,
one who carries the hatred I call,
who shall hold forever till death stands tall,
I give you form, oh power from dark,
I speak your name from barest heart:"


With this he took a sharp, tipped pen and cut a small line in his finger to spill just a bit of blood. He collected the blood quickly before writing with haste in the dotted line left at the end of script. Robert dared to look up and saw the shadows of the terrifying shapes that danced across his room. In some cases, he saw what looked like cruel, wicked smiles cross their faces as if they knew what he'd say next. Robert wavered for a moment but did not hesitate as he read the final line.

"I call to thee, the one I reject:
LUST!!"


With the last word, everything stopped and became silent. The forms around the circle all halted as though their music had been halted permanently. Robert's vision darted back and forth, not sure what would happen next or what he should do next.
Nothing had ACTUALLY happened by the end of the spell; only the creepy, demonic shadows were left in proof that the spell had actually occurred. Right as Robert was beginning to become furious again, his chest suddenly felt hot. In fact, it was burning hot.

His chest was burning like wildfire that he couldn't see. Robert, in a flurry of movement, grabbed at his clothes in a panicky way. He threw his jacket off, his muscular arms and shoulders revealed by the sleeveless jersey he wore underneath. It was easy to see the bulging muscles and taut body as Robert began to pull at his jersey. The pain from his chest was only getting hotter and he had to get his shirt off. NOW! With his powerful and muscular arms, Robert's jersey ripped down the middle, his well muscled and hairy chest making an imposing entrance on his large body. A glowing, purplish-red mark that Robert couldn't understand was slowly etching into his chest. Robert cried at the top of his lungs as he endured the pain. The searing heat
was unbearable and was sending his sensory system into overload as it seemed to have been struck by lightning. During this event, the shadows, one by one, began to seemingly walk off into the darkness. Strange shapes that could have been discerned as dragons, werewolves, and other sorts of creatures individually walked away from the scene without a trace.

By the end of it all, one would have assumed that all the demons had left. However, there was one strange shape that had remained. Robert couldn't see it because his eyes were more distracted by the burning mark in his chest but, had he looked, it would have resembled an impish creature of some kind. It was merely a strange shadow but, besides its body, holes for eyes and a mouth caught the light of the candles mysteriously, giving off a creepy vibe. The form was skinny at first; unremarkable and, without the horns, would have resembled an average, bony child. But that surely didn't last long at all.

The body began to contort as Robert's mark was written. The thin body of the imp only watched as he screamed in pain but, with enough close attention, one could see the change from one second to the other. The horns on the imps head had grown a bit bigger and longer. Its shoulders and traps were farther apart and more aggressive looking. Its height was slightly taller than before. This became more noticeable as the inscription on Robert's chest continued to form. The imp’s legs suddenly became thicker and more powerful looking. Its calves were more pronounced and began to push back in their growth. The creature's face rose higher
as it stared and watched it's new human obtain it's demonic mark. The shoulders on the creature rose higher and stretched farther to compensate for its added mass. Muscles began to form in the shadow as it bulked with raw muscle. Big, softball sized arms began to form and continued to race the imp's forearms for space. The imps hands and feet seemed to stretch and grow, becoming more manly looking and powerful. Lats like wings began to appear around its growing chest. A tail could be seen wagging back and forth behind the imp-shadow that looked as if it were thickening with the body it was attached to. The form of a VERY hard working wrestler had been birthed on the wall where once a tiny imp stood.

The imp's horns had grown from miniscule and puny to large and ram like. It's face had remained the same but it's specific facial features had become more beastly yet man like. A strong looking jaw went down into what looked like a mountainous torso and only went further into a tight yet bulging waste that couldn't be home to anything other than an 8 pack and a wall of obliques. The legs of the creature were now bulging and titanic as if he could squat 800 pounds without a sweat. Calves of the ungodly variety stuck out in the form of the leg, giving the impression that one could kick a soccer ball a mile away.
Most notable were the hands and feet of the creature. Each handlooked as if the large imp could grab football and wrap it completely in its hand like a small baseball. Each foot looked rough, manly, and VERY big; as if the creature had worked it's entire life on a farm.

In a disturbing way, the shadow began to walk slowly loser as if it would walk out of the wall. It's shape appeared to be getting larger as it seemed to be getting closer and closer; it's happy face closing in just before the lights went out in the flash of lightning outside. Robert could barely see this as he was trying to keep his chest from bursting into flames. He wasn't sure how much he could take it as he felt the pain make a home in his chest. The mark on his chest appeared to be finishing as the circle around the magical writing made a full loop.

Robert actually began to breathe better as the heat slowly subsided and became a warm feeling in his body that, surprisingly, gave his cock a 10 inch boner that tented his khaki shorts. His face didn't hide his exhaustion. His skin was now blatantly pale and beads of sweat were now dripping down his hard, glistening neck and torso. His were un-concentrated as they were now just trying to stay open and keep Robert awake. He didn't even notice as a slime like black form exited the ground and shaped into the muscular imp. Like a moth to flame, the form reached out with a muscular and large hand to touch the mark on Robert's chest. Before it could touch him, something unexpected entered the room from the windows, which blasted open again from the force outside coming in. The fast glimpse of a shadow moved into the room towards the circle and, before
Robert could make out anything, the imp and the shadow were gone, leaving Robert on the floor upright, exhausted and drifting between awake and asleep. Like a tree, he fell and hit the ground, his 230 pounds thumping against the floor as he hit it with dead weight, falling fast asleep.

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please continue, i know you posted this a while ago but i'm still curious
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