Ancient Tomes - Part 1 AND 2

Hey, me again! One of you pointed out that I never actually posted part 1 to my Patreon since I actually wrote it before I had a Patreon account!  So here's both Part 1 & 2 combined. Sorry for the confusion!

Gabriel had picked the perfect locker with a view of the gym’s showers, allowing him to appear as though he was getting dressed for a long day of classes while surreptitiously watching the last few shower stalls. It was a bizarre design choice to have shower stalls without any doors for real privacy, but Gabe wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It didn’t take long for someone to walk up to the stall on the end, towel in hand, and step beneath a hammering spray of water to wash off the sweat of a long workout.  That’s when Gabriel sprang into action.

Inside his locker was an unassuming book, bound in leather, untitled but for some unknown symbols decorating the spine and cover. Gabe had come across it in one of his many dives into the school library, and at first thought it was some kind of planted gag. When he opened the tome to find it written all in ancient Sumerian--a language he was only familiar with enough to recognize--he felt there may have been something more to the book than met the eye.

It was difficult to read not simply for the ancient language but also because the pages had originally been on a scroll before they were bound in leather as a book, so the text sometimes cut off partway through without explanation. Finally, after months of careful translation and piecing together each paragraph, Gabe felt he understood what the book was - it was a magical codex. 

At first, Gabe scoffed - while there may have been some value to the book as a museum piece, he didn’t believe in magic in the slightest. On a lark one night he decided to flip open the codex and find a spell that purported to induce a flame. He stumbled through the syllables clumsily, fully expecting absolutely nothing, but when the small candle he’d placed in his kitchen immediately erupted in an inferno that required him to use the nearby fire extinguisher he quickly changed his opinion.

This change of heart eventually brought Gabe to the gym locker room. Gabe had always been slight of stature and had yearned for the kind of body built by spending hours working out rather than reading nonfiction. He hadn’t found any spells that had been labeled “turn into Conan the Barbarian,” but he had found something he’d best been able to translate as “become potent male.” It sounded promising, but he’d also remembered what had happened in the kitchen the night before, so he decided he needed a guinea pig to ensure he’d gotten the “potent” part right.

Said nameless guinea pig had just finished washing his hair by the time Gabe had completed the last syllable. At first nothing seemed to happen, and Gabe wondered if anything even would considering the guy was already fairly well built and likely needed no additional “potency.” Then he noticed something - he seemed to be broadening, widening before his very eyes. His neck, shoulders, chest, waist, and hips all seemed to spread until he appeared squat and stocky despite having lost no height. Then there was a general rounding, his angular features and ripped abdominals disappearing as his flesh filled in and smoothed every sharp edge he possessed. In seconds he looked like a star rugby player just back from practice.

But it didn’t stop. The flesh filling in his abs pooled and then surged forward into a definite paunch. His pecs kept getting heavier and heavier until they sagged under their own mass, losing their rectangular shape as the nipples which capped them grew into perky eraserheads atop silver-dollar sized areolas. Fat wrapped around his chest until it formed a crease on his back and held his arms out at an angle. His neck disappeared between the rising meat of his shoulders and his descending double chin until his head was just a round, jowly face perched atop an enormous barrel torso.

His limbs then seemed to catch up with the rest of him, each arm becoming a ham-like appendage with utterly no sign of the powerful musculature they once displayed. His fingers swelled into sausage-like digits until his closed fist was nearly the size of Gabe’s head. His wide-set legs grew into sturdy tree-trunks, easily able to handle the bulk they now had to carry. As he turned to rinse off the shampoo Gabe noticed his ass inflating like balloons until each cheek were two enormous, jiggling spheres of fat battling for dominance of his backside. As he completed his rotation Gabe could see his stomach had grown to match, now a massive tank that sagged over his waist, with tire-size lovehandles flowing into and surrounding it. 

Gabe had never thought in his wildest dreams that this massive fat-ass before him was the ancient Sumerian idea of “potent,” but the spell wasn’t quite finished. Beneath his quivering belly and between those powerful thighs he could just make out something stirring. His balls seemed to be descending slowly down his legs and then blowing up from mere golf balls to the size of tennis balls. Each simple movement as he scrubbed the last of the soap from his body would cause his now-massive testes to bounce and jostle while the rest of him quivered and wobbled. The whole display was almost hypnotic. 

In fact, he didn’t even notice when the guy turned off the shower and began to walk back to his locker to dry himself. Every thunderous footfall was overshadowed by the dull slap as his massive balls bounced from thigh to thigh with each step. The rest of him was no less a symphony of motion as his tits, belly, and ass shook with his movement.

“Hey - eyes up here.”

Gabe blinked, and then realized he’d been caught staring. The guy had walked right up to his locker and was only a few feet away, although his enormous bulk made him seem a lot closer. His moon face was twisted in a smirk, like having caught a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

“See something you like,” he asked, with his free hand jostling his almost grocery bag sized sac, the same arm’s tit jiggling in sync. 

Gabe tried to be apologetic, but when it seemed like he was blowing the guy off the newly fattened gym-goer stormed off in a booming huff. Gabe then quickly stowed the book in his bag, got dressed, and left without looking back.  

Safely back in his dorm, Gabe was hyperventilating. That had actually happened--he'd done it. He'd cast a spell on someone. Sure, it had changed that person from a cross-country runner into a sumo wrestler, but that was beside the point. He'd done it. He'd cast a spell and performed magic. 

From that night on, Gabe forgot all about his studies and devoted himself to analyzing the book. He poured over every word, every paragraph, and every page, trying to find out what went wrong--or at least, how to alter the spell to be a little more to his liking. 

Not that Gabe had anything against fat people. He just didn’t want to spend the rest of his life having to move through doors sideways. That, and having a sac so droopy you’d need to guide it down a pant leg seemed like it’d become cumbersome after a while.

Gabe didn’t leave his room for three days except to eat or shower, but after three days, he felt that he was ready to try again. 

Once again, Gabe decided to try the gym locker room. It was the only place where he could go and know for sure that the spell had any effect. However, the day that Gabe chose to show up and fake being actually concerned with his own fitness was the same day that the swim team had just wrapped up their first seasonal practice. 

The place was full of lithe, hairless creatures that looked like they’d be great as extras on the next Aquaman movie. Each body moved with grace and precision, completely unencumbered by anything at all. Many of them were of modest stature below the waist, but a few were spectacularly hung. 

Gabe stood and stared for a few moments. It was like being in a room with Greek gods. He desperately wanted to look like that, but he had to be sure that his spell would work. So he went to a locker that was far enough away from the swimmers to avoid notice and started speaking the incantation.

The locker room was loud with chatter, so even when some of the syllables required that Gabe raise his voice (it turned out that ancient Sumerian modulated its language using both pitch AND volume) nobody really paid any attention. Giggles were occasionally coming from the showers as naked men scrubbed the chlorine from their skins using bars of soap, but Gabe couldn’t determine what was so funny. 

With the last word spoken, Gabe closed the book and went about changing into some gym clothes as though he was just about to proceed with his workout. His eyes kept darting around the room looking for signs that his spell had worked. And it did, only not the way he’d expected it to.

Gabe had spent so much time focusing on getting the right words that he never bothered to study how to target the spell. Instead of a single man turning into a blimpy brute, the whole room began to transform.

Like last time it started slow and subtly. Everyone in the changeroom began to shift their stance as their bodies became squat and stocky, hips and shoulders widening to sizes that would make them absolutely useless as swimmers, but likely more suited for wrestling or power-lifting. Sinewy muscles began to plump up, arms and legs thickening with vasculature as everyone took on the body of a Greek God.

And then they all softened, abs and lats and quads disappearing beneath a sudden puffing of the skin, almost as though they were all having an allergic reaction at once. Butts, guts, and chests all became rounder, more curved, before finally protruding in the first true signs of excess. 

Just as before, it didn’t stop. Muscles became buried as the pounds piled on. Bellies sagged. Tits jiggled. Asses wobbled with every movement and thighs collided together with every step. In moments, the entire change room had been transformed into colossal versions of their former selves.

But still, the spell wasn’t done. Gabe noted that even though the final girth of each man varied from merely hefty to morbidly obese, they all had enormous, low-hanging balls that swung below their big bellies. Some were pushed forward due to thighs that provided absolutely no space for testes to dangle, and Gabe saw some sitting former-swimmers with nuts the size of baseballs just sitting in their laps. 

Looking harder, Gabe saw that wasn’t all. Everyone now had a thick, wrinkly foreskin covering their cocks regardless of their former anatomy. Even as he stared, several cut members of the team began to slowly regrow a hood that covered their formerly bare helmets before extending past the tip like a sock made of thick skin. 

Like their bodies, all their cocks were thick, although some dicks were larger than others. 

More giggles came from the shower stalls at the far end of the room, and Gabe was shocked to find that some of the team were invading each other’s stalls. More than that, they were touching each other, their hands molding their soft bodies in a way that was almost certainly sexual. 

Seeing this, some of the men still toweling off in the change area grinned and dropped their towels, revealing erections from beneath protruding stomachs. They began to pair off with hands reaching beneath their guts to start tugging now-uncut cocks, while a few began mashing their huge bodies together as they began to make out openly. Grunts and moans began to fill the room as the newly fattened swim team descended into carnal anarchy.