Personal Demons Part 03

Each time Antoine passed another guard he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Each one was in a varying array of undress while still acting like this was completely normal. He could see their eyes start to watch him as he went by. Lust filled each of their eyes as more men passed them. Their muscles would bulge. Then they’d hold themselves back. They were still working after all. 

“So it affects them all?” Antoine asked. His voice raised in excitement as he watched another guard lose their chest piece. His chest pushed out further and arm bulked up with even more muscle.

“Course it does dumbass. You said the guards. You didn’t specify which ones,” he was picking through his sharp teeth again while he rode atop Fredo. The larger wolf didn’t seem to mind. “The more you want to change others, the stronger I get. And my influence is able to spread even further.”

“Uh-huh,” Antoine nodded. He was paying more attention to the soldier desperately trying not to touch himself as the crowd of farmers passed him. Each of the large men were setting up their shop for the day. With how fast Fredo had gotten him to the town, he’d be able to watch them set up. “So you can affect large groups of people?” Antoine rephrased the question.

“Of course,” the demon could see Antoine’s mind running. He was clearly interested in all the farmers as well. Their thick furry bodies just kept running through his mind. Every image of them working in the field was running through his mind. He loved visualizing their sweaty bodies, hair matted to their flesh. “What would you like to happen?” the demon sat on some boxes, kicking his legs back and forth. 

“I’d like… I’d like the farmers to never lose their muscle. They don’t stop growing until they die. Their bodies adapted to be able to grow so whenever they do any sort of manual labor they get bigger, stronger and more virile.” Antoine’s eyes didn’t even go back to the demon’s. He was far too interested in the farmers to even turn away for a second. The demon snapped his fingers. 

Antoine watched his favorite farmer, Mr. Hunter. He already stood around 6’3” and was fairly thick. Growing up on the farm he’d always had plenty to eat giving him a rather large round frame compared to most people who grew up in the city. His hands were thick and made for lifting. But now, he was growing. Inch by inch, Antoine could see Mr. Hunter getting even taller. His already thick body grew even wider. Muscles ballooned out even wider while his belly pushed forward even more.

He was clearly not a man afraid of a little extra fat. But he just kept growing; easily passing 7 foot. He looked down at every customer. Even if it was a bit difficult over his round belly. Mr. Hunter set down the three crates he’d been carrying. He had only been carrying one before he had started growing. Now his large body easily moved the heavy boxes of vegetables. 

“Is this everything dad?” Martin, his son, hopped out of the back of the wagon. Antoine’s mouth dropped as he saw the man hop out of the cart. The hunter’s had always grown larger men but Martin was already one of the largest. He had been 6’5” and a solid 250 pounds of muscle. Now he was easily 6'8" and well over 300 pounds. He’d always had a rather handsome face. Even though it had grown a little rounder, women would still flock to him. Despite settling down almost as soon as he could, women would not leave him alone. However, now he was just an even bigger version of that. He’d grown a few inches taller and each muscle he had just grew few inches thicker.

Martin clearly was clearly trying to keep from growing the same round belly his dad had. His stomach stayed tucked in under his pecs. However those abs were starting to lose some of their definition while his body was getting bigger. That’s when Antoine realized the two were barely wearing anything. He could see just about every part of their body. Martin was still trying to hold onto some decency as he wore pants but they looked like they were at least a few sizes too small while his dad just wore something that barely covered his dick. The clear outline of what swung between his legs was far too noticeable to be an accident.

“I think so bud,” Mr. Hunter’s hand clasped Martin’s shoulder. Just a few seconds ago he was a few inches shorter than his son. Now he stood a good head taller than him.

Antoine stared. His hand was firmly gripping his dick while he watched what was happening in front of him. Watching their bodies pulse with more and more power just made him that much harder. He couldn’t believe what was happening. But he wanted more. The demon flashed another devilish grin hearing the thought run through his mind. ‘I want Martin to give me a blow job when I buy something from him.’

“Hey dumbass,” the demon mocked. “You going to go get what you need or fucking masturbate over here?”

“Huh? Oh! Shoot. Uhhh… You’re right. Okay,” he said coming back down to earth. However he walked over to the farmers fairly cautiously. He couldn’t help but think about the shirtless men in front of him. Their bodies each packed with dense muscle. Even with the bit of fat over Mr. Hunter’s, Antoine could see the clear strength built up over years of manual labor. His strong body towered over Antoine as he approached the stand.

“Mornin’ big guy!” Mr. Hunter smiled at his first customer for the day. “How are ya?”

Antoine lost his voice as he heard the almost condescending nickname. He didn’t even come up to Mr. Hunter’s chest and he was considered big. His face burned and he couldn’t look at the man in front of him. It took a great deal of effort but he was finally able to look in Mr. Hunter’s direction. “I’m doing pretty good,” Antoine sped through the greeting. “I’m just here to buy some rutabagas, turnips, and carrots. Mr. Willowmaker needs them for a spell he’s working on.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Hunter tried to sound interested. “That ole teacher of yers is always comin up with crazy things.”

“He sure is,” Antoine laughed. He was still distracted by the other man’s size and deep voice. Even in the crowd, it boomed over everything else. “Always trying to come up with something crazy…” He stared blankly but realized he hadn’t said anything. “I mean yeah. It’s a spell for the king tomorrow. When he comes back. It’s supposed to be really cool.”

“Is that so? I’ll have to make sure to check it out then,” Mr. Hunter said as he collected the money from Antoine. His hand easily engulfed Antoine’s. “But I always appreciate your business,” he added. “Martin!”

“Yes dad?” Martin came back out from the behind the stand. He was carrying some more boxes, organizing them. 

“Our favorite customer just bought something. You know what that means,” he grinned as he said it.

Martin looked down at Antoine. “Of course,” he said happily. He put the boxes down and walked over to Antoine.

“Wait. What does it mean?” Antoine said, backing up. Seeing the massive man approaching him made him naturally nervous. But Martin grabbed onto his shoulders and picked him up. 

“You’re so light. You need to do some farm work,” Mr. Hunter mocked. He raised his arm and flexed showing off. Meanwhile Martin had taken his time pulling down Antoine’s pants and revealing his cock. The four inches pointed straight up at Martin. 

A wave of embarrassment washed over Antoine as he realized how small he was compared to the farmers. However that didn’t seem to deter Martin at all as he stuck the more average sized member into his mouth. Antoine’s body shuddered. He’d never felt anything like this before. His body seemed to shake with each lick that Martin gave him. “Woah…” Antoine moaned. His body relaxed on the boxes behind him. Every muscle just didn’t seem to work. 

Martin wasn’t giving up though. He bobbed his head back and forth. The pursed lips held tightly against his dick. He perfectly navigated the cock in his mouth avoiding his teeth. Each movement caused Antoine to moan even harder. He’d already been hard just looking at the two massive men, now Martin was blowing him? “Fuck…” Antoine moaned. He could feel himself coming closer. The urge building up. A pressure in his dick that wanted to be released. But he wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t want it to end. But once he saw Martin’s brown eyes looking up at him, curious to see if he was satisfied, Antoine let go.

His body stiffened and his dick released several waves of cum deep into the back of Martin’s mouth. The farm boy swallowed them greedily as each load hit the back of his throat. “Fuck…” Antoine moaned again. “I mean shoot. Dang it. I’m not supposed to say that. Mr. Willowmaker will kick me out of the school.”

“Don’t worry boy,” Mr. Hunter’s hand clasped Antoine’s shoulder. He leaned in closely and smiled playfully. “We’re not going to say nuthin. Right boy?”

“Right!” Martin replied dutifully.

Mr. Hunter gave Antoine a pat on the back nearly knocking the small man over. “That’s right. We don’t want to go scarin off our favorite customer do we?”

“No sir!” Martin replied dutifully.

Antoine stared blankly. He was still a little confused. “Right…” he muttered under his breath, trying to come back down from his high. Looking forward he could see a stain forming on the remnants of Martin’s pants. The dark spot was rapidly growing. Antoine blushed again and forced himself to look away. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling things like this. “Th-Thank you for the vegetables,” he finally said.

“No problem,” Mr. Hunter replied. Martin helped Antoine off the boxes. Antoine stared at the ground as he walked away from the two giants. “Make sure to come back for more!” Mr. Hunter called out to him. 

“I-I will!” Antoine called back. He kept walking back to the front gate just staring at the ground.

“Have a good time?” the demon gave Antoine a sideways grin he couldn’t see. However Antoine wasn’t thinking straight right now. He was caught up in his own little world about what had just happened. Something about the situation had him worried. Maybe it was just because it was his first time. Maybe it was because he’d been told that it was wrong. Antoine didn’t know. He kept trying to figure out what was worrying him but didn’t know what it was. He was so caught up in his mind that he hadn’t noticed the long black tattoos that were rapidly growing out of the farmers arms nor how the demon currently walking next to him was taller than his hip.