Peter and the Witch

In Peter's case, he was probably the only one at the bodybuilding competition who wasn't completely excited to get on stage. In fact, he was scared out of his mind! He never intended to go to this competition, but he lost a bet with a couple of his friends and wound up basically being forced to sign up for this thing. 

His friends though kept telling him he was going to be one of the best ones up there. Peter didn't think so because, while he tried to go to the gym as much as he could, he mostly did it to compensate for his shorter stature. At 5'4", he was more self-conscious of his height that than the average. His body though, was completely ripped and muscular. Amazing legs, perfect arms, a cobblestone pack of remarkably symmetrical abs, tight torso, and an amazing set of pecs. His waist was also pretty small, but he did manage to fill out the tight speedo he was supposed to wear with his ample butt and prodigious, let's just go with eggplant for the time being. Clichéd, I know, but hey, this is my story.

So anyway, Peter was currently in the perfect shape for this kind of competition though, specifically the fitness modeling portion. He was already dieting and getting lean before he went to the beach for two weeks in July with his old college friends. Still being self-conscious with his height, he went to the gym more often and started portioning out his meals, carbs, and proteins to make sure he would at least have the body to make the girls on the shore forget about his stature. It was weird when he thought about though, being that he had already been preparing for this thing like any of the professionals would. So why was he still scared out of his mind?

The day of the competition came, and while he did once try to run away early in the morning so his friends wouldn't try to get him out of the house to make sure he went. The bad thing was, they knew Peter would pull this trick, so a couple of them camped out near the entrance to the parking garage of his apartment building and kept an eye out to catch him whenever he tried to run. He hated every part of this next scene where they took him to guy they knew who did fake spray tans, and felt even worse having to deal with how skin he needed to show off for the process. 

Now wrapped in sweats, he got to the convention center where they were holding the competition, and seeing all of the competitors around him, especially the professional fitness models he was going against and the truly massive BODYbuilders strutting around and towering over everyone else, really made his anxiety peak. Soon, he got over to the changing room so he could get his required speedo on and touch up his tan. He looked in the mirror and got the general impression that he did look pretty good. He could keep this up for a little while before he went to the beach. For now though, he was still nervous about his height coming up. 

He went back out into the main holding area and decided to at least go the small area with dumbbells and resistance bands to help the competitors get a last-minute pump before they got on stage. While was using the resistance bands, a strange, but incredibly flirtatious, woman came up behind him and ogled him as he worked. It Peter a few minutes before he noticed her, and when that happened he jumped in shock at the sight of her in black dress with thin lacing for the skirt and sleeves and a deep, plunging neckline. 

"Hello," Peter said. "Do I know you?" The woman continued to look at him, not saying anything. He waited for her to reply, and then said, "Look ma'am, I'm already uncomfortable enough as it is. I really don't need a stranger sizing me up like a piece of meat." 

"You're so beautiful," she finally said. Her voice had a thick, Eastern European accent. It hinted at far off places with castles in forested mountains belonging to the Kingdoms of Bulgaria or Hungary. In fact, there was something about that voice that made feel as though he was being transported to those places. With this woman as his guide and "more than friendly" companion. At long last, he felt calm and free of that statured-fueled anxiety. Now she smiled in addition to her hypnotic voice and alluring figure, bringing attention to bright white teeth and her piercing green eyes.

Hold on, he thought to himself. Aren't those the same color as mine? The woman came up to him, brushing past the other models and bodybuilders. They all turned and watched this incredibly gorgeous woman strut through a sea of testosterone-fueled sweat. It was safe to say they were completely hypnotized by her appearance, and her presence.

"Can I get picture with you," she said, that voice recapturing Peter's attention. He felt his mind grind to a halt, wanting nothing more than to do whatever she told him to do. She got one of the guys next to Peter to take the picture with her phone, and he immediately started posing so he could show off his best features and impress this lady. Now he felt strangely excited to be showing off. 

The woman got next to him, smiled with a weird, open-mouth, smile, and put her hand on his back. He didn't smile, wanting to look tough and masculine. The other fitness model took the picture, and then froze in place along with everyone else around them. Nobody moved, like time had stopped. He could still move though, and so could the woman, being she was already pulling out of the makeshift photographer's hand. 

"What the hell's going on?" Peter asked, still tentative about the situation, but only wanting to do whatever she told him to do. 

"Well, just you and me now, and all you have to do is do me favor," she said. He didn't care about the choppy grammar she had. That voice was so hypnotic and sexy. 

"I'll do anything," he said, his own voice beginning to sound slurred and mindless. She came to him again and showed him the picture.

Looking at himself, he actually felt pride in his body, forgetting even about the fact he was the shortest in his friend group. He was lean. He was ripped. HE FELT SEXY. The sexiness was intensified by the presence of his mysterious woman showing off her assets and giving off the feeling of a blonde and bubbly personality. 

"Everything will be incredible," she said again, going back up to the other fitness model and placing the phone back in his hand. "All you have to do is kiss me," she said. She came back to him, wrapping her hand around his hand staring intensely into his eyes. In that moment, Peter something connect between their gazes. 

Does it have to do with the color of our eyes? he thought. In the matter of a few seconds, they were already at it. Passionately making out in the middle of a bunch of people frozen in time. He felt her tongue go everyone in his mouth, while he tried to match her efforts. After a minute, she came back up for air, and got back over to his side, striking the same pose as before. Peter took that as his cue and did the same, tensing his muscles and flaring out his arms. The world immediately turned back on along with a flurry of sound and movement. The other guy taking the picture continued taking a couple more before coming over and giving the phone back to her.

She took it and turned back to Peter, saying, "Everyone will be incredible. Just wait." She leaned in and gave him a few pecks on both cheeks. She then turned around, and walked away. Peter would never see that woman again in his life, but in the moment he yearned for her return. The other guy who took the photo for them came up to him as he gazed at the path she took leaving. 

"Dude who the hell was that?" he asked. Peter shrugged, not saying a word. "Well I'll say you're a pretty lucky man for getting her attention out of the lot of us." He gave him a pat on the back and went over to a set of dumbbells to get a bigger pump. Peter though, took notice of his phone flashing in his gym bag. He took it out and saw that an unknown number had sent him a picture.  He knew it had to of come from the woman, so he eagerly opened up his phone and took a look at the picture. It was one of the ones they had taken together, but for some reason this one was doing a weird thing.

As he watched, the picture slowly change and revert back. Everything else in the shot remained the change, but the object of focus for the changes was Peter himself. He watched as his body from his current physique, to one where his body and muscles inflated to nearly twice. He even saw his manhood bulge outwards in his speedo. This kept happening in a loop, going back to his original frame, growing again, and repeat cycle. 

He suddenly felt something in his torso make him dizzy, sending waves of nausea through his body and bringing back the old anxiety from before. He ran to the closest bathroom and shut himself into one of the stalls, preparing for his meal of a plain breast to come back. However he felt nothing now, his nausea having dissipated out of the blue. He stood up, and felt something else now, like a weird vibrating in every one of his muscles. He looked down at his physique and thought he saw his pecs twitch and move outward. 

He came back out into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, presenting himself with the show of a lifetime as his body grew to match the outcome of the picture on his phone. He felt the fibers under his skin undulate as every muscle group seemed to blow up like being attached to an air compressor. Everything grew to match each, making his body even bigger than before while still keeping his aesthetics assets. Even his bulge up filled out, sending him into throes of lustful ecstasy as he watched it getting bigger and longer, coiling in the pocket of his speedos. Examining himself even further, he noticed that while he was growing bigger, he didn't look bloated at all. His entire body was in perfect definition to show off even the smallest of detail in his physique. 

Peter eventually saw that the growth was ending, and began to pant from the effort and energy his muscles expended getting to their current state. He leaned forward and rested his hand on the corner of the porcelain sink to steady. The only problem with that was in ended up not working. The corner of the sink broke off the moment he put pressure on it, sending him to the floor. He got back up and dusted off the porcelain on his side. 

Holy mother of god! he thought. Did I get heavier? Or did I get stronger? Both maybe? He looked back at himself in the mirror and examined and studied his body again. When he was satisfied, he gave himself a little smirk reminiscent of the one he had in the photo, tensing his muscles again to see the power he had now. 

"Everything will be incredible," the woman's voice said in his head again. He had a feeling it was goin to be incredible too. He felt totally confident and was actually excited to get on stage. Might as well show off what she gave him. 

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Peter got back out into the convention center and strutted around to get a feel for his new figure. He knew everyone was staring, and he let them. He felt as if his ego and confidence had inflated like the rest, and there was no way in hell wasn't going to take advantage of all this. He was drunken off the sheer extent of his transformation and the power that came with it. He gave some of his spectators a show as he walked past, flexing his biceps and tensing his abs and legs. He even let some of the prettier girls who came feel his bicep. Still, he was tempted by their slutty advances. His mind was still focused on that woman. 

A little while later, all the competitors in his class were shuffled backstage to get ready for their routines and the judging rounds. Everyone was pumped to the max, either working on their poses in the mirror or still lifting sets of weights. Peter though, stood quietly, looking out on the stage and silently counting down the minutes before he went on. He never felt more excited in his life. Maybe that woman was going to be in the audience watching him. At that though, he felt something stir in his torso again. Not exactly like the last one though, being that it spread to his groin as well. 

The first round was the group judging, where they posed on stage in a set of predetermined poses the trio of judges could use to compare all of them against one another. Peter was okay with this, but he was itching to do his solo routine and be the sole object of focus for the audience. Possibly that woman if she was in the cheering crowd.

Once that was done, they all filed backstage, rechecking the list to see what order they were all in. Peter knew he was in the middle, and he thanked God that he wasn't at the very end. If he had been, he would've beat up one of his competitors to get a spot closer to the beginning. That vibrating in his body was getting stronger, and he didn't think there was a chance he could wait that long. 

One competitor after the next went, did their routine, and filed backstage to breathe sighs of relief and crash to the floor in exhaustion over the sheer extent of energy they used before this competition. Peter counted each one of them down as they came back, getting more and more impatient as the minutes ticked on. Finally, the last guy came back and Peter jumped at the sound of his name being called. Show time.

Peter got up in front of the crowd and stood in the presence of the bright spotlights. He couldn't see the audience very well with the glare, but even if that woman wasn't in the audience, he was going to blow the socks off the judges and give everyone an experience they would never forget. 

All of a sudden, he felt himself freeze in place in the middle of his routine. He faced the audience, but he wasn't able to move. That lack of movement though was accompanied by the vibrations in body ramping up to a fever pitch. He felt his entire figure heat up in anticipation for another change, and he welcomed it, thinking about what it would do for his chances at winning and impressing everyone around him. 

With a jolt, Peter knew the transformation was underway. Although this time the changes weren't exactly like before. He did see himself getting bigger, but it was more like he was growing in height while his muscles kept pace.

Before long, he had grown to a seven foot giant, towering over his competition. The crowd was amazed at the sight, trying to take in as much of the spectacle as they could. Peter could still feel the changes happening though, forcing him get even bigger and more and more like a giant. 

Now he could barely fit on stage, and his head was starting to inch up into all the wiring and stage equipment above. It didn't take long before his gaze reached up at the level of the lighting and sound equipment and then went above it. He felt his hair graze the ceiling, and then his skull putting pressure on the concrete and causing cracks to inch out as his head forced itself into the sunlight. 

Debris crashed down from the roof, sending fragments of concrete and rebar down onto the stage below. The crowd screamed in panic, but Peter didn't care. He was grow to his heart's content, and his heart's content was focused solely on being whatever that woman wanted him to be. 

His upper body erupted from the roof, Peter's giant figure coming up into the bright summer air of the coastal city the competition was being held at. He welcomed the incredibly warm and intoxicating temperature of the humid climate and the smells of the ocean nearby. More debris rained down upon the onlookers below as more and more of his torso inched up into the sky. 

Now he felt his muscles start to inflate at a rate faster than his height change. His arms were forced farther out from his sides as his lats and shoulders bent outwards. His arms were also inflating more, adding more size to his already sizable biceps and triceps. His pecs also followed suit, plumping up and extending out of his frame and making his nipples point farther downward. 

Peter's height was still increasing though, the rate going from a matter of inches to feet. He towered over the roof of the convention center, staring down at the frightened, but also cheering, spectators below. 

Peter's muscles kept inflating, and now his bulge was back at it again, making him moan and pant from the sexual energy he felt inside. That energy kept intensifying whenever he thought about that woman. He also couldn't stop thinking about her, so that energy kept building and building to a point where he normally would've exploded upon the spectators below. However, there was something in him that kept him from doing so. It was like there was some invisible power keeping him from going over the edge and building up that pressure, making him grow bigger and bigger. He knew it had to do with that woman, and that only made him want to find her more. He started his search that day, looking all over the city, then the county, and then the entire state. He would search the whole country if he had to, which he ultimately. Eventually, Peter expanded his search all over the world, creating international headlines as he went from country to country, a muscular giant strutting across oceans, mountains, and deserts with a massive erection at all times. He was going to find her, and he didn't care if he was naked while he kept up his search.