Magic and Muscles pt2

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Part 2

Kyle walked down the steet, he spent almost two hours walking down to the magic shop. It was no trouble for him, he did it all the time. However, this time he had more important things to do that did nto envolve aromatherapy and good luck charms. This time he was going to get even with every one who made him feel pathetic and useless.

He walks in through the door of the shop and looks around. He keeps to himself, picking up various packets of herbs as the book dictates, but he also decides to take precautions. He also picks up a blank leather bound book and continues down the shelves, picking up what ever is on his list of things to get. This was nothing new to him, he used to do the similiar things with Trey's suppliment list.

He walks up to the counter and lays the items on the table. The lady at the register rings them up and waits for the money. Kyle searches his pockets and pulls out his wallet. $180.00 left on his person, and a credit card. Kyle laughs, why not? he used it to buy Trey's stuff, bout time that muscle lug was good for something other than being a waste of space. He charges it to the card and grins, walking out with a sack he makes his way to another one of his special spots.
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Trey wakes up, his body had shrunken down to its previous size before Kyle pulled his sneaky trick. He sits up, his abs fighting for space now as he stands up in the destoryed bedroom. What a mess. He looks back, noticing the door he pushed through is now a big gaping archway. He gathers his clothes, a tight fit but they will have to do. He thinks about what Kyle said and heads to the gym.
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KYle arrives at the train depot. He moves over to a lock box and opens the lock with a key. He pulls out a mortar and pestel followed by an insence burner. No one was around, then again, the train depot is for business only and that rarely happens. He begns mixing the herbs in the mortar and grinds it with the pestal, making sure everything is in the proper ammounts before he starts adding water and forcing them into a mold.

Looking at the clock he wishes he packed his watch. Oh well nothing can be done for it. He puts the mixtures back into the lockbox to dry and harden and locks it up. He begins to leave moving to find someplace safe to sleep while he hides from Trey. He knows the lug is awake, and he is glad he has his hiding spots or else he would be toast right about now.
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Trey returns to the apartment, making himself some coffee he wonders whats keeping Kyle. He didnt attack the gym, and he was not found at the shops and he was ot found at the parks. Nothings missing from the apartment, so obviously he did not come back. He pours himself some coffee and sits in the living room on the broken couch. All he can do is wait for some sign of Kyle's mischeif.

He moves to his bedroom and lays down, its hard to fall a sleep, but he forces himself too. NO point in staying watch, a coward like Kyle would not return here unless he knew he could win in a physical confrontation. He has powders, but hey he don't need ot breathe. He begins to snore, dreaming of beating the hell out of Kyle for his troubles.

His body begins a slow change, his chest gaining a few more inchs, his abs becoming more cut, his biceps gaining some more mass. His thighs swelling with more mass that tear his shorts in various spots, his groin popping some stiches as it expands a little as well. He rolls over, now filling up his bed he simply rolls out of it, but feeling nothing he just sleeps on the floor as the growth stops. Hardly noticable but done none the less in the moon light.
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Kyle rests within the bathroom of the city park. Not the most favorable place to sleep but it will have to do. He locks the doors behind him, fidning a nice corner to sit and rest while he waits for sun up. He figures by now the dust will have faded out by now, but he wonders how much Trey has reduced. He opens his gym bag and looks through it, feeling he is missing something. He falls to sleep, dreaming of revenge.
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Kyle wakes up, he changes his clothes to solid black raiments. He does up his eye liner and restyles his hair. He picks up his bag and walks off to the train depot. Its not a far walk, but on the way, he spots Trey and hides. He hides behind a construct of pipes that is supposed to be art, art? more like scrap metal.

Trey shrunk but also looks a little bigger. Odd, maybe the first spell recycled itself on a 24hr basis. He would not have long to work if this is the current rate. Trey did not even notice him. He eases around the artwork, and makes his way off to the trees and continues moving through the brushes. Good thing Trey is slow on attention and keeps looking in the wrong places.

He reaches the lockbox. he opens it and moves the hardened mixtures into pallets. he rubs the surface, seeing them powdery enough he moves the pallets to makeup compacts. Thank god for cover girl. He lables each one accordingly, one to increase mass, one to reduce mass, and last but not least, he creates more of that knockout powder.

He grins, locks the box up and starts making his way to the gym. He moves quickly, not being far eigther he makes good time. He knows Trey will be there soon, so he won't have much time to play before he has another confrontation. He stops, and gets an idea. He opens his gym bag and pulls out a pair of shiney objects.
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Trey moves around the park. Something in his gut tells him Kyle was nearby. The people in the park stop and stare at him. He was a stunning peice of work. Despite the propositions he gained from the ladies, he had more important things on his mind. He walks into the bathroom and smells something familiar. He looks down and sees a discarded bottle of men's cologne.

The smell was undeniable, its the same brand Kyle uses. He also finds a hairpin that was also left behind. Seems Kyle was in a rush and left a couple things behind. Now he knows he does not have long. He heads to the gym, what better place to get revenge then on a bunch of muscled up bullies.

He begins to run, his muscles bulging from the strein as he runs down the streets, taking the long way. He is trying not to draw suspicion to himself so he takes the long way. Meanwhile, Kyle already got there several minutes before. He smiles, walking up to the counter and tells the man at the front desk he is here for his regular work outs.

Kyle walks through the gym, ignoring the people working out at the machines. The ones he wanted where not here, but he knows where. Where does any muscle pig go to admirer himself and have a real pissing contest. He moves his way to the locker room. He stands outside the door, listening for the voice of the one he was hunting. Chris...

Chris was more than just a bully he was also Kyle's ex. He and Kyle were always rivals, brains versus brawn. Kyle never was physically strong, but he did have impecable defence and always managed to beat CHris until he hit the gym and gotten way bigger than Kyle was used to. But now all that will change. Kyle pushes open the door.
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Trey walks in and hears that his friend KYle is already inside. Trey's eyes widen and he runs in. The guys stare at him, not only for his magnificent body, but also for why he is running in all scared. Trey looks around and does not see Kyle any where. There is only one place KYle could be, and he hopes the casualties won't be too bad.
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Minutes before Trey's entry...

The body builders inside the gym lay on the floor, gasping for air as the strange red powder transforms their beautiful muscles into fat and flab. Nothing but rubbery skin and overdone fat and colesterol. Kyle smiles and looks down, seeing them so pathetic they know now what it feels like to be helpless and unable to do anything about it.

Kyle walks up to Chris, who stood in the very back. "My my my, You had to be so arrogant..." He runs his nails down Chris' right pectoral and then down his fur covered abs. Kyle and Chris where the same age. They where always rivals. Both the same age, both very competative. Chris studied mua thai, Kyle studied Tai chi, Chris went into kick boxing, Kyle went into weaponry. But they would always compare until Chris became a muscle stud, while Kyle went into religious practices.

"What do you want?" Chris flexes too affraid to fight back since his ex boyfriend just turned his best friends into flabby wastes of life. Kyle just stands there Admiring Chri';s magnificent body. How he longed ot touch it, but something always tells him to never touch without permission.

"Just to finally settle the score. However, I found that you and I are one. However your ego blinds you to that fact." Chris smiles seeing he might be spared. But he smells somthing that soon clouds his mind. Kyle runs his nails along Chris' cheeck bone and smiles."So lets have some fun."
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Trey walks in, seeing Kyle wraped in the arms of the bully. However he does not know why his competetor chris is so enraptured with Kyle. It hits him, some kind of spell. Kyle, turns around, facing Trey was Chris holds him close, nuzzling his neck like a playful kitten. KYle reaches up, stroking's Chris' head while Chri's hardon rises up between Kyle's ass cheeks.

"Chris dear, be a good man and take out the trash would you?" Kyle walks away from Chris, letting the muscle stud's blood boil. It seems Chris' mind is controled by some kind of spell or drug. It made no sence, but Trey has to defend himself if he has any chance of getting to Kyle.

to be continued......

[sexiscriptor]

s'okay, not at all what i'd suspected but still quite hot ;p
~Ille

[skumbum]

I'm confused... Kyle made Trey grow and Trey was happy, then he grew again and trashed the room and shrank back down and now he's mad? About the room? He grows again before finding Kyle at the gym; and Kyle wants Chris to fight Trey?

[mlbjock]

Don't take this wrong, but the story-line isn't making a lot of sense. Perhaps if you described the motivations of Kyle, Trey, etc a bit more?

[funboy]

I know it is quite presumptuous, but here is an edited version. I agree with the others, it has become a little confusing.

LOL

Kyle walked down the street. He spent almost two hours walking down to the magic shop. It was no trouble for him; he did it all the time. However, this time he had more important things to do that did not involve aroma therapy and good luck charms. This time he was going to get even with every one who made him feel pathetic and useless.

He walks in through the door of the shop and looks around. He keeps to himself, picking up various packets of herbs as the book dictates, but he also decides to take precautions. He also picks up a blank leather-bound book and continues down the shelves, picking up what ever is on his list of things to get. This was nothing new to him, he used to do the similar things with Trey's supplement list.

He walks up to the counter and lays the items on the table. The lady at the register rings them up and waits for the money. Kyle searches his pockets and pulls out his wallet; $180.00 left on his person, and a credit card. Kyle laughs, why not? He used it to buy Trey's stuff. ?Bout time that muscle lug was good for something other than being a waste of space. He charges it to the card and grins. Walking out with a sack, he makes his way to another one of his special spots.
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Trey wakes up, his body had shrunken down to its previous size before Kyle pulled his sneaky trick. He sits up, his abs fighting for space now as he stands up in the destroyed bedroom. What a mess. He looks back; noticing the door he pushed through is now a big gaping archway. He gathers his clothes, a tight fit but they will have to do. He thinks about what Kyle said and heads to the gym.
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Kyle arrives at the train depot. He moves over to a lock box and opens the lock with a key. He pulls out a mortar and pestle followed by an incense burner. No one was around, then again, the train depot is for business only and that rarely happens. He begins mixing the herbs in the mortar and grinds it with the pestle, making sure everything is in the proper amounts before he starts adding water and forcing them into a mold.

Looking at the clock he wishes he packed his watch. Oh well, nothing can be done for it. He puts the mixtures back into the lock-box, to dry and harden, and locks it up. He begins to leave, moving to find someplace safe to sleep while he hides from Trey. He knows the lug is awake, and he is glad he has his hiding spots or else he would be toast right about now.
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Trey returns to the apartment. Making himself some coffee he wonders what?s keeping Kyle. He didn?t attack the gym, and he was not found at the shops or at the parks. Nothings missing from the apartment, so obviously he did not come back. He pours himself some coffee and sits in the living room on the broken couch. All he can do is wait for some sign of Kyle's mischief.

He moves to his bedroom and lies down. It?s hard to fall asleep, but he forces himself to. There?s no point in staying watch. A coward like Kyle would not return here unless he knew he could win in a physical confrontation. He has powders, but hey, he doesn't need to breathe. He begins to snore, dreaming of beating the hell out of Kyle for his troubles.

His body begins a slow change, his chest gaining a few more inches, his abs becoming more cut, his biceps gaining some more mass. His thighs swelling with more mass that tear his shorts in various spots, his groin popping some stitches as it expands a little as well. He rolls over. Now filling up his bed, he simply rolls out of it, but feeling nothing, he just sleeps on the floor as the growth stops. Hardly noticeable, but done none-the-less in the moon light.
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Kyle rests within the bathroom of the city park. Not the most favorable place to sleep, but it will have to do. He locks the doors behind him, finding a nice corner to sit and rest while he waits for sun up. He figures by now the dust will have faded out, but he wonders how much Trey has reduced. He opens his gym bag and looks through it, feeling he is missing something. He falls to sleep, dreaming of revenge.
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Kyle wakes up, he changes his clothes to solid black raiments. He does up his eyeliner and restyles his hair. He picks up his bag and walks off to the train depot. It?s not a far walk, but on the way, he spots Trey and hides. He hides behind a construct of pipes that is supposed to be art, art? More like scrap metal.

Trey shrunk but also looks a little bigger. Odd, maybe the first spell recycled itself on a 24hr basis. He would not have long to work if this is the current rate. Trey did not even notice him. He eases around the artwork, and makes his way off to the trees and continues moving through the brushes. Good thing Trey is slow on attention and keeps looking in the wrong places.

He reaches the lock-box. He opens it and moves the hardened mixtures into pallets. he rubs the surface, seeing them powdery enough he moves the pallets to makeup compacts. Thank god for cover girl. He labels each one accordingly; one to increase mass, one to reduce mass; and last but not least, he creates more of that knockout powder.

He grins, locks the box up and starts making his way to the gym. He moves quickly, not being far either he makes good time. He knows Trey will be there soon, so he won't have much time to play before he has another confrontation. He stops, and gets an idea. He opens his gym bag and pulls out a pair of shiny objects.
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Trey moves around the park. Something in his gut tells him Kyle was nearby. The people in the park stop and stare at him. He was a stunning piece of work. Despite the propositions he gained from the ladies, he had more important things on his mind. He walks into the bathroom and smells something familiar. He looks down and sees a discarded bottle of men's cologne.

The smell was undeniable, it?s the same brand Kyle uses. He also finds a hairpin that was also left behind. Seems Kyle was in a rush and left a couple things behind. Now he knows he does not have long. He heads to the gym. What better place to get revenge, than on a bunch of muscled up bullies.

He begins to run, his muscles bulging from the strain as he runs down the streets. He is trying not to draw suspicion to himself. so he takes the long way. Meanwhile, Kyle already got there several minutes before. He smiles, walks up to the counter, and tells the man at the front desk he is here for his regular workouts.

Kyle walks through the gym, ignoring the people working out at the machines. The ones he wanted were not here, but he knows where. Where does any muscle pig go to admirer himself and have a real pissing contest? He moves his way to the locker room. He stands outside the door, listening for the voice of the one he was hunting. Chris...

Chris was more than just a bully, he was also Kyle's ex. He and Kyle were always rivals, brains versus brawn. Kyle never was physically strong, but he did have impeccable defense and always managed to beat Chris until he hit the gym and gotten way bigger than Kyle was used to. But now all that will change. Kyle pushes open the door.
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Trey walks in and hears that his friend Kyle is already inside. Trey's eyes widen and he runs in. The guys stare at him, not only for his magnificent body, but also for why he is running in all scared. Trey looks around and does not see Kyle anywhere. There is only one place Kyle could be, and he hopes the casualties won't be too bad.
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Minutes before Trey's entry...

The body builders inside the gym lay on the floor, gasping for air as the strange red powder transforms their beautiful muscles into fat and flab - nothing but rubbery skin and overdone fat and cholesterol. Kyle smiles and looks down, seeing them so pathetic they know now what it feels like to be helpless and unable to do anything about it.

Kyle walks up to Chris, who stood in the very back. "My my my, You had to be so arrogant...? He runs his nails down Chris' right pectoral and then down his fur covered abs. Kyle and Chris were the same age. They were always rivals - both the same ages, both very competitive. Chris studied Mua Thai while Kyle studied Tai Chi. Chris took up kickboxing and Kyle went into weaponry. But they would always compare until Chris became a muscle stud, while Kyle went into religious practices.

"What do you want?" Chris flexes too afraid to fight back since his ex boyfriend just turned his best friends into flabby wastes of life. Kyle just stands there admiring Chris' magnificent body. How he longed to touch it, but something always tells him to never touch without permission.

"I just want to finally settle the score. I have realized that you and I are one, but your ego blinds you to that fact." Chris smiles seeing he might be spared. But he smells something that soon clouds his mind. Kyle runs his nails along Chris' cheekbone and smiles, "So lets have some fun."
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Trey walks in, seeing Kyle wrapped in the arms of the bully. However he does not know why his competitor Chris is so enraptured with Kyle. It hits him, some kind of spell. Kyle, turns around, facing Trey as Chris holds him close, nuzzling his neck like a playful kitten. Kyle reaches up, stroking Chris' head while Chris? hardon rises up between Kyle's ass cheeks.

"Chris dear, be a good man and take out the trash would you?" Kyle walks away from Chris, letting the muscle stud's blood boil. It seems Chris' mind is controlled by some kind of spell or drug. It made no sense, but Trey has to defend himself if he has any chance of getting to Kyle.