Daily Dose of Magic - Part 1 (Patreon)

Blaine woke up to the gentle morning light entering through the windows of his dorm room. He stretched his arms high above his head, yawning and already thinking about the beginning of his first day of classes. He had been waiting for this moment for years, and now he had an additional reason to be excited about it, Bryon. Blaine’s attention was drawn to the sound of his roommate’s deep breathing from the other side of the room. His gaze fell on Bryon, still soundly asleep, sprawled across his bed with the sheets aside.

Blaine’s eyes lingered on his roommate. Bryon was only wearing a pair of snug, dark boxer briefs that clung to his thick, muscular thighs and left little to the imagination. His bulge looked ready to burst, and the outline of his half-hard dick was visible through the fabric, making Blaine’s eyes open wide. Bryon’s perfectly sculpted body stretched out across the bed, with one arm draped casually over his head, showing off his defined biceps, and the other arm lay relaxed over his abs. The morning light traced each line of his well-defined abs and muscular shoulders, casting faint shadows over the dips and curves of his torso. The scene was breathtaking, and Blaine didn’t even blink.

Bryon’s chest rose and fell steadily with each breath; his pectorals looked firm and thick, rising in gentle curves and hinting at the sheer strength beneath his skin. Blaine could see every detail—how Bryon’s chest muscles flexed slightly with each inhale and how his strong neck curved elegantly into broad shoulders that seemed to take up half the bed. Blaine had met some big guys in high school, football players, wrestlers, and a couple of amateur bodybuilders, but none were as big or hot as Bryon.

Blaine silently admired how Bryon’s muscular form sprawled across the bed, all the definition and raw strength on display. It was as if he were observing a statue carved from marble, perfect in every way. Blaine found himself chuckling softly, thinking back to the spell he had cast the day before. Blaineremembered the sound of the seams on Bryon’s pants fighting against his expanding butt. It was so hot that Blaine felt his dick stirring in his pants, and watching his muscular roommate like this filled him with a new spark of playful curiosity.

Blaine slipped out of bed, quietly moving. Bryon stirred for a moment but settled back, and his breathing steadied. Blaine approached, his eyes roaming over every inch of Bryon’s powerful form. He knew it was somewhat creepy, but he couldn’t help himself; his roommate was too hot to waste the chance to stare. As Blaine stood beside the bed, his gaze was drawn to Bryon’s chest, watching how it moved slowly and powerfully with each breath. Blaine’s mind wandered to his spellbook, which he’d tucked safely into a drawer the night before.

A sudden thought struck him. The idea thrilled him. Blaine tiptoed to his desk, pulled open the drawer, and slipped the spellbook out. He flipped through the pages until he found the spell he wanted—a growth charm that targeted the chest muscles. His heart beat faster, and he couldn’t help but grin as he mouthed the incantation, “Mór-Cliabhrach,” his voice a mere whisper.

His fingertips immediately glowed red, and he felt the tingling magic spreading from his hands. As he watched, Bryon’s pectorals slowly expanded, pushing upward with each breath, gaining mass with every passing second. Blaine’s eyes widened as Bryon’s chest inflated, each pec growing larger, fuller, and heavier. The expansion was subtle at first, but soon it became unmistakable. Bryon’s chest, already impressive, swelled to an almost unbelievable size, each pec looking as big as a basketball. The muscle stayed firm and taut, keeping the natural shape of his chest but amplifying it to massive proportions. Bryon’s nipples thickened, looking hard and engorged as they grew, adding to the striking display.

Bryon let out a faint, sleepy groan, still in the throes of sleep but beginning to feel the change. He shifted on the bed, his brow furrowing slightly, but he didn’t wake up. Blaine watched, captivated by the growth. Bryon’s chest was now so large that even the faintest movements caused the firm mounds to rise and fall noticeably, their sheer volume pulling slightly downward.

Blaine marveled at his handiwork, his excitement bubbling over as he wondered if he could leave the spell in place without being physically near. He carefully backed away, realizing that even as he turned his back, his fingertips continued to glow softly, and Bryon’s chest stayed as enormous as ever. Blaine quickly put the spellbook away and dashed into their small, private bathroom, unable to stop thinking about Bryon’s body. The excitement in his chest made his heart beat faster as he got ready, eager to see Bryon’s reaction later. However, Blaine decided he didn’t want to be there when his roommate woke up for Bryon not to get suspicious about his involvement in the growth.

After throwing on his clothes and slipping on a jacket to tuck his glowing hands into his pockets, Blaine grabbed his backpack, left the dorm, and headed toward his first class of the day: Human History 101. He arrived early, claiming a seat at the back of the lecture hall, his eyes flicking to the doorway every so often in anticipation of Bryon’s arrival. Blaine’s mind raced with images of his enormous-chested roommate and how Bryon might react. Part of him feared Bryon wouldn’t show up due to his enormous pecs, but he was hopeful.

The room filled with students, and the class began a while later. The professor was introducing himself when the door swung open. Bryon entered, his face flushed, his usually confident demeanor replaced by a look of embarrassment and confusion. He had thrown on an oversized blue hoodie that looked great on him, but even the extra-large garment could barely contain the massive swell of his pecs. Each step Bryon took made his pecs slightly bounce and the fabric strain tightly around his chest, causing the hoodie to pull awkwardly over the rest of his torso. His thick nipples pressed visibly against the material, showcasing their firmness and thickness for anyone who dared to look.

A murmur rippled through the classroom as Bryon stepped in, his cheeks a deep shade of red. The professor raised his eyebrows, momentarily thrown off by the unusual sight but quickly regaining his composure. “Good morning. You must be...”

“Bryon Callahan,” he muttered, looking at the floor as he avoided the questioning looks from classmates and the professor.

“Well, Mr. Callahan, welcome to my class. Next time, try not to be late,” the professor said, visibly trying to maintain his professionalism as he nodded for Bryon to find a seat.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” Bryon responded and hurried to the back of the room to sit beside Blaine. The classmates stared at him while he moved through the rows of seats, his pecs blocking part of his view of where he was going.

Blaine suppressed a smirk, pretending to be paying attention to the professor as Bryon sat down, his oversized chest making it difficult for him to settle comfortably. His pecs jutted out so far that he had to lean slightly back to see his desk, and his thick nipples were visible under the hoodie, pushing the fabric outward. Bryon grunted as he tried to adjust his muscular body in his seat, his overinflated pecs adding stress to his movements.

“Is there something wrong?” Blaine asked innocently, peeking at Bryon with wide, curious eyes.

Bryon avoided Blaine’s gaze, his face still flushed as he muttered, “Don’t want to talk about it.”

As the professor resumed his lecture, Bryon tried to concentrate. But the size of his chest made it impossible to sit naturally. Each time he moved, the weight of his pectorals made his hoodie shift awkwardly, drawing subtle but fascinated glances from classmates around them. Bryon shifted uncomfortably, clearly struggling with the unfamiliar mass. When he attempted to take notes, he found that his enormous chest blocked his view of the desk, forcing him to sit back awkwardly to glance at his paper.

Blaine tried his best to contain his excitement, his eyes flicking back to Bryon every so often. His glowing fingers stayed tucked safely in his jacket pockets. But he was practically buzzing with excitement, watching as Bryon wrestled with the unintended consequences of his magically enhanced chest. The situation was almost comical—the way Bryon, typically so self-assured and confident about his big body, was visibly flustered, struggling to ignore the massive size of his chest.

Each time Bryon tried to adjust himself or glance around, his massive pecs jutted out further, seeming even more absurdly large among the rest of his muscular frame. Despite his best efforts, his classmates were clearly distracted, some openly staring before quickly looking away. The professor continued his lecture, but Blaine could see the occasional, subtle glance he cast at Bryon, undoubtedly wondering what on earth had led to Bryon looking like this.

Blaine tried to look sympathetic, but he could barely hide his grin. Bryon shot him a glare but said nothing, shifting yet again as he tried to find a position where he could take notes without his pecs getting in the way. As Blaine focused his eyes on the professor as long as possible to pretend to be listening, he couldn’t help but marvel at the success of his spell. Watching Bryon’s frustration play out before him was beyond entertaining.

As the lecture wrapped up a while later, Blaine gathered his things quickly, casting glances at Bryon, who was visibly struggling to reach his notebook and pen over the towering expanse of his chest. Each time he leaned forward, his enormous pecs blocked his view or even bumped against his own desk, forcing him to maneuver awkwardly, shifting his body left and right in an attempt to reach his things. This movement made his pecs jostle around, bouncing hypnotically while his hoodie pulled tightly across his chest, the seams straining each time he moved.

One by one, their classmates began filing out of the room, many sneaking curious glances at Bryon’s massive chest on their way out. A few eyebrows raised in surprise; others stared outright, mouths agape. Blaine suppressed a grin, finding Bryon’s predicament fascinating and funny. He never expected his spell to bring such fun to his day. He waited by Bryon’s chair as the classroom emptied, watching his struggles with patient excitement.

Once they were alone, Blaine finally broke the silence, unable to hide his interest as he asked, “What happened to your... chest?”

Bryon sighed heavily, his gaze dropping to his pecs with a look of bewilderment. “Man, I don’t even know. I woke up like this, and I freaked out,” he replied, his voice low and a bit embarrassed. “At first, I thought it was an allergic reaction or... I don’t know, something crazy. But nothing hurt. I felt stronger instead. I actually feel powerful. I’m sorry, it’s hard to explain. So, I had to make it to class, so I just threw on the biggest hoodie I could find, and here we are.”

Blaine nodded, his face calm and kind, though he could barely mask the excitement flickering in his gaze. “Sounds rough,” he murmured, his fingers still in his pocket to hide the red glow. “So, how do you feel?”

Bryon’s cheeks flushed. “Honestly? It’s been weird. I could barely touch my chest when I showered because everything was so sensitive. And putting on the hoodie was so difficult.” He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable talking about it but too flustered to hold back. “Especially… you know, the… nipples,” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper as if even mentioning it was too much.

Blaine bit back a smile, fighting the temptation to reach out and touch Bryon’s massive pecs, though he knew that would be too much, too soon. “You actually look pretty good with that extra mass,” he said instead.

Bryon’s blush deepened, but he chuckled, looking slightly more relaxed. “Yeah, you think so?” he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. His stress seemed to ease, and he stood straighter, his chest puffing out slightly as if testing how he looked with the new size.

“Definitely,” Blaine nodded, his grin widening as he watched Bryon’s confidence grow, his posture adjusting to the unexpected attention. “I like it,” he added, and they headed outside, with Bryon walking prouder.

As they made their way to the dining area outside, Blaine stayed close by Bryon’s side, smiling at him every time they passed a curious onlooker. Gradually, Bryon’s initial embarrassment faded, and he began to walk more confidently, his oversized chest looking more prominent as he moved with pride. Blaine could see people’s heads turning in surprise, whispers, and gasps following them. But he continued telling Bryon that he looked fantastic, strengthening his friend’s confidence.

When they finally sat down for lunch, Blaine realized he couldn’t risk taking his hands out of his pockets—the glow from the spell was still faintly visible. He didn’t want to raise any suspicion, so he tried to play it cool. “Actually, I’m not that hungry. I think I’ll watch you eat.”

Bryon raised an eyebrow but shrugged, taking a massive bite of his burger. Each movement brought more challenges as he wrestled with his enormous chest, trying to angle his arms around his pecs to bring the food to his mouth. Blaine watched, captivated, as Bryon’s muscles shifted with each movement, his hoodie stretching over the huge chest. The scene was hypnotic, and the world disappeared for Blaine; he only had eyes from Bryon’s pecs.

After a few minutes, Bryon sighed and tugged at his collar. “It’s so hot in here. I don’t know if it’s the hoodie or just me.” He said, reaching for the hem of his hoodie and attempting to pull it over his head. Blaine watched with bated breath as Bryon struggled, his chest straining against the fabric, making the fabric stretch awkwardly as he lifted his arms. The hoodie got momentarily caught on his pecs, the fabric taut and unwilling to cooperate, but with a final yank, he managed to free himself from the hoodie as his pecs bounced.

Blaine’s mouth dropped open. Bryon wore a white T-shirt underneath his hoodie, so tightly stretched over his chest that it was nearly transparent, every curve and bulge of his pecs visible through the thin fabric. His thick nipples pressed clearly against the shirt, visible to anyone looking. Blaine felt his heart race, almost as if he were witnessing something unreal. A kinky part of him wanted to jump across the table and get his hands on Bryon’s nipples, but he controlled himself, at least for now.

Bryon noticed Blaine’s reaction and blushed, his hands instinctively moving up to cover his nipples. “Is... is it that bad?” he asked, his embarrassment returning.

Blaine quickly shook his head. “No! You look incredible. It suits you. I’m just overwhelmed by how good you look,” he said, warmly smiling.

Bryon’s cheeks flushed deeper, but he smiled back, visibly more at ease. He took another bite of his burger, and then, to Blaine’s surprise, he offered him a bite, holding it up in front of him. Blaine leaned forward, hands still firmly in his pockets, and took a bite, their eyes locking for a moment. A warm, shared smile passed between them, and Blaine could sense that Bryon was starting to enjoy himself a bit more despite his struggles.

But just as Bryon set the burger down, his massive chest accidentally knocked over his glass of soda, spilling it all over his front. The cold liquid seeped into the thin T-shirt, making it even more transparent. Bryon’s face turned a deep shade of red as he fumbled to grab his hoodie and threw it back on in a hurry, his cheeks flaming as he muttered, “I... I should’ve been more careful,” he said as he fought to stretch the hoodie over his massive chest.

Blaine chuckled. “It’s fine, trust me. You look great,” he said, trying to comfort his friend, and Bryon managed a smile, looking a little less self-conscious as they gathered their things to head to their next class.

The rest of the day continued to be a series of challenges for Bryon. Each time he tried to sit comfortably in class, he had to lean back awkwardly to accommodate his oversized chest, which often meant having to angle himself oddly to get his notebook on his desk. Blaine noticed more than a few students trying—and failing—to suppress giggles or looks of sheer surprise. One professor even paused mid-lecture, briefly raising an eyebrow at Bryon’s enormous chest before continuing, evidently as thrown off by the sight as anyone.

When Bryon had to squeeze through a row of desks to reach his seat in a particularly crowded room, his pecs brushed against the backs of people’s heads, drawing more than a few startled looks from classmates who were caught off guard by the unexpected contact. Bryon muttered apologies, trying to keep his composure, but Blaine could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Bryon was becoming more comfortable with his enormous chest, his pride fueled by Blaine’s words of encouragement.

As the day wore on, Bryon’s posture improved, his shoulders back and head held high, his pride and confidence amplifying the powerful confidence he radiated. After a long day of classes, the two friends headed back to their dorm room, Bryon visibly exhausted. Blaine walked beside him, secretly beginning to let the spell fade, his fingers tingling slightly as the magic gradually wore off. Bryon’s massive chest slowly deflated, each step bringing him closer to his original size. By the time they reached their dorm, Bryon looked down in confusion, his hoodie noticeably looser and his chest back to normal.

Bryon removed his hoodie and T-shirt, throwing them onto his bed with a groan. “Ugh, man, I have no idea what the hell was that, but my chest feels sore, and my back is killing me from lugging it around all day,” he muttered, rubbing his shoulders with a look of relief.

Blaine grinned, leaning against his own bed. “Hey, at least you looked good doing it.”

Bryon laughed, his smile widening. “Well… thanks, I guess,” he said, stretching his arms, finally able to relax.

As Bryon settled down, Blaine couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement for the day’s success. His mind was already swirling with ideas for the following day, each one wilder than the last as he watched his unsuspecting roommate take the rest of his clothes off, blissfully unaware of the magic that had altered his day and the plans Blaine had for him.

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