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[Commission] The Familiar
Commission for iracrowe
Good old-fashioned muscle growth is always a favourite of mine, and this one is no exception. And yes I know this is kinda human and I don't usually do that, but it was just about on the line and enough on the right side that I was okay with it, so hey ho.
I've put this tentatively as general, I think it's fine at that rating but if anyone disagrees with it then let me know and I'll change it upwards. I think personally it's fine, but we'll see.
The Familiar
Just one of those days, Autumn thought with a sigh. It was cold and damp outside, typical winter fare, and while she had her soup and her blankets it was decidedly dull at the moment. Gentle flickers of rain made patterns on the windows as she looked out, not looking for anything in particular but just staring outside. In terms of appearance, Autumn O’Connely was about as Irish as her name suggested - fiery red hair, pale skin, freckles, all the stereotypes mashed into one. She was also thin as a whip and about as sharp, which was why the lack of things to do was so frustrating. Thus when her phone rang, and she saw who it was, instead of ignoring it like she normally would she picked up.
“What’s up?”
“I need you to come in this afternoon, just briefly.” The voice coming down the phone sounded a hundred years old, crackly and hoarse. “I’m going to need your help with something special. Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to work a full shift, after this is done you can go home and get out of this awful weather. Would you help an old man out?”
“You’re lucky I'm not busy. Sure, I’ll be right down.”
“Perfect, thank you my dear!” Click. Autumn looked at her phone, and after a couple of seconds shrugged and went to get dressed.
*
It was just as awful outside as it looked, the rain like tiny icicles on her skin as she pulled her coat around herself tighter. Since the shop was only a short distance from her house she’d decided to walk it, but that was a decision she was regretting as she felt the full force of the cold on any exposed skin. Mercifully it was only a short walk though, and soon she found herself at the entrance to the store.
Peter’s antiques was anything but a regular old antique store. Mr Peters himself had supposedly been an exorcist in the past, a job that had apparently paid extremely well as he was technically retired with more money than he knew what to do with. This store was his hobby more than anything, but being the ghost-loving man he was Peters specialised in the occult, the haunted, the downright spooky. Everything in there had a past, a long story of ghosts and monsters stretching as far back as anyone knew. And right at the centre of it all was the exorcist shopkeeper.
“Ah Autumn, there you are. Come on, come on over.” Mr Peters gestured for her to walk forward, towards the middle of the shop. The place was a strange mix of old and new, dusty shelves and shiny radiators, various trinkets dotted around the place. To the uninitiated the ghost stories surrounding these were just that - stories - but Autumn knew better. She knew which ones to stay away from, and at which ones to hold her breath as she walked by. So when she saw Peters holding a small key and gesturing her over, she was understandably apprehensive.
“What did you want me to do?”
“Just come over here and hold your hands out. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.”
Autumn doubted that immensely, but nevertheless she approached and put her hands out. Peters guided her into the position he wanted, then stepped back.
“A little further forward.”
“Sure, but what the hell is this a - “ Autumn cut herself short as her hands met resistance. As far as she knew there wasn’t anything in front of her, but sure enough there was something...round under her hands. It was supple but hard, and yet not the hardness of a brick wall or a steel fence, a living hardness. She looked up and blinked twice, and then she looked. There was someone in front of her - how had she not noticed before? Especially considering the person in question was what looked like a half-naked bodybuilder. And she was...groping...his pecs…
“Oh god, I didn’t mean to!” Autumn immediately backpedalled but the figure grabbed her hand and held it to his chest, laying her palm across the muscle there. It was surprisingly hard, rising and falling gently under her hand like some great bellows, smooth and powerful. She felt herself blush at the feeling, Peters laughing at her red face from nearby.
“I think he likes you!”
“Peters I swear to god - ”
“Relax, this is all going according to plan.” Peters held out the key, and Autumn took it. “So I heard you’ve been complaining recently about finishing late, saying that it’s getting dangerous out there, and I thought I’d do something to solve it. It just so happens that my friend here also requires a little help, so I thought I’d do two birds with one stone.”
Autumn looked back at the muscular figure, who was watching her curiously. “Who is he? What is he?” That last question was more pertinent - there was something about the figure that told her it wasn’t quite human. There was of course the fact that she could barely see him, although that effect was lessening by the second. It was like one of those magic books where you had to cross your eyes to see the image, and if you uncrossed them then it disappeared. Once you knew how to look at it then it was easier, but it still threatened to fade out of view if you lost concentration - that was exactly what it was like looking at the muscled figure. But there was something more as well, something that was harder to define. A certain elegance, a way he held himself that was slightly too graceful, like a poised deer. His ears were elongated, tilted backwards, his fingernails were more like claws. He had only a posing jockstrap on, and that meant his body was on full, glorious display. That musculature was simply impossible for a human to attain: nothing of earth could ever have pecs that jutted out from the chest, biceps that literally rippled even while standing still, abs that looked like tennis balls under the skin. It was too defined, too perfect - perhaps that was why she found him so damn attractive. Being thin had always meant Autumn preferred the company of bigger guys, but this one was in another league completely. He could crush her head like a soda can between those pecs.
“He doesn’t have a name, not anymore anyway, but once he was a witch’s familiar. You know, like those black cats, toads, etcetera? Well this guy lost his host somehow, so unless we bind him with another then he’ll be sucked out of this plane of existence.”
“I’ll lose attunement with this realm, to be precise.” Both of them jumped as the spirit talked. His voice was deep and immeasurably rich, like thick, warm chocolate being poured into her skull. “I won’t bore you with the details but safe to say your realm is rather inhospitable to us. We require a guide to stay, a host if you will. And now I have been provided with one.” Both Peters and the spirit looked at Autumn, who suddenly realised what that meant.
“Me? I can’t do that, I can’t have this hunk following me all the time, look at him! How do I go shopping with this?”
Peters smiled. “I imagine that hunk, as you so thoughtfully put it, will be able to explain it better than I can.”
The spirit looked down at Autumn. “What is a hunk? It is not a term I have come across before?”
“Uhhhh...well…” Autumn desperately looked at Mr Peters, who simply crossed his arms and grinned as he watched his apprentice squirm. “It’s….a….name?”
“A new name? Then as your familiar it is one that I shall use. Henceforth you may call me Hunk. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He leant down and kissed Autumn’s hand, and she used the moment he broke eye contact to stare daggers at Mr Peters, who was barely containing his laughter. “Your associate is right, once I explain my abilities then this shall likely be a simpler decision. Come.” Hunk held a hand out, and after some trepidation Autumn took it.
“Alright, then that’s settled. You shall be Hunk’s host for the foreseeable future, and he shall be your familiar. I’m a man of my word, so you can have the rest of the day off - I suggest you become familiar with your familiar, hehe. I imagine you’ll enjoy him more than you think.” Peters waved them out of the shop, and Autumn suddenly found herself standing outside with a hulking beast casually standing beside her.
“Well.” She looked at Hunk, who was standing there watching her curiously. “I don’t know about you but I’m finding this whole thing a bit...overwhelming.”
Hunk shrugged. “Being bonded to a familiar is not something that one gets used to overnight. Perhaps a more detailed explanation might help to settle things though.”
Autumn fumbled in her pocket for a second before pulling out a can of ginger beer, which she proceeded to crack and take a big swig of. “Alright, what can you do?”
“The first ability, and one you might find to your liking, is Impermanence. My form projects an aura of unstable matter that diverts attention away from me. To put it bluntly, I am invisible to everyone except you, and perhaps a few others that I choose.”
Autumn breathed a sigh of relief at that one. As much as she enjoyed the eye candy she was not someone that appreciated too much undue attention, and with his godlike body Hunk was definitely going to attract some admiring gazes.
“Is that like...all the time?”
“I can’t turn it off, so I suppose so. My second ability is likely more obvious - I am far stronger than you might imagine.”
Autumn raised an eyebrow, directing her gaze once more to that immense body. Muscles like steel balls rippled across his 8 foot frame, great mounds of strength distorting his skin in all the right places. She was sorely tempted to stroke one of those biceps, to run her fingers along the corded muscle and feel it bunch under her fingers….
“Ahem.” She shook her head as she snapped out of her reverie. “How strong?”
As an answer he looked around for a couple of seconds, before settling on a nearby car. He walked over, placed a single hand along the bottom, and without so much as a grunt of exertion lifted the whole thing up. Autumn damn near drooled at the sight of Hunk hefting this thing like a tin can, muscles bulging and flexing across his frame, making him seem even bigger than normal.
“This strong. To be honest this is not close to my limit either.”
“Uh huh. Mmh. So uh...could you bench press that thing too?” She gestured at the car, which was beginning to creak due to the pressure being placed on it.
Hunk tilted his head, but instead of arguing he laid down on his back, manoeuvred the car above his head and began to slowly bench press it. Up and down, the movement smooth, methodical, powerful. Autumn got a good look at that body flexing back and forth, his arms pumping. She could only take watching it for a moment before she had to go over and feel for herself. She placed a hand on his bicep, feeling the way it swelled to enormous sizes each time he flexed, feeling each individual muscle fibre tighten and harden into a hard mass of power. Her hand drifted lower towards his chest, where those pecs were like barrels strapped to the front of his body, rolling underneath her touch with each rep. It was all just so big, so solid, she’d never felt anything like it. The strength, the power, as if there was some raging fireball locked away under her fingertips. She stepped back as he transferred the car to his feet and began doing leg presses with it, those thighs bigger than her as they quietly lifted several tons of metal without a hitch. The quads were so wide that she couldn’t even stretch both hands around them, immense chunks of muscle that were striated beyond belief. Watching them pump away was like watching the pistons churn at some great factory, you could only stand back and marvel at the power in them. She just stared in awe of this creature, this chiselled god.
“Is this satisfactory?” Hunk looked up at her, the car balanced over his head, and she almost giggled. It was strange to see something so powerful subservient to her.
“I-I think that’s a good enough demonstration.” Her eyes widened as he set the car down and got up, and she realised the pump had made him even bigger. He was huge now, those pecs like medicine balls strapped to his chest, his abs chiselled and rounded to an insane degree. “Do you...uh...work out?”
Hunk laughed at this. “The strength of my form is dependent upon my will rather than my athleticism. Such is the case with many spirits on this realm. I am… notable in this aspect.”
“Yeah, notable, let’s go with that.” Autumn chuckled. “I bet you could lift me up with ease!” She almost shrieked when Hunk did just that, scooping her up and resting her on his shoulder. She hadn’t realised how high up it was, and yet with the cradle of hard muscle around her it felt safe, secure, the body underneath her solid as a rock. “So, do you have any other talents I should know about?” she asked from atop his shoulder.
“Just one more, but this one is different. Unique to me, if you will.” Hunk seemed rather pleased at the opportunity to show this off, putting Autumn down gingerly and rubbing his hands together excitedly. “I can absorb the energy of matter and add it to my own.”
“Come again?”
Hunk sighed, and quickly snatched the ginger beer out of Autumn’s hands. He chugged the entire drink in one quick go, crushing the empty can when he was done. He waited a few seconds, waving off Autumn’s annoyed protests, until he felt the change kick in. Wave after wave of warm strength pulsed through his body, stroking his muscles with new growth, forcing his body taller, wider, stronger. Autumn stepped back as he passed 10 feet tall, new muscle spurting outwards as he grew even stronger than before.
“That’s….” Autumn bit her tongue.
“You can say it. There is nobody else here.”
“Ah fuck it. That’s really fucking hot.” Autumn blushed a bit upon saying it, but Hunk merely grinned and nodded.
“It is indeed a unique skill to have, and one that I personally enjoy very much. Your beverage was an example, but I can use any matter to grow, living, dead or otherwise.”
“Huh.” Autumn held her hand out and Hunk deposited the tin can into it. The metal had been squeezed so hard that it was nothing more than a thin sheet of aluminium now, moulded to the shape of Hunk’s meaty fist. “Well as long as you don’t outgrow the house, this might not be so bad.”
“The house?” At Hunk’s confused look she laughed.
“Oh, I forgot to mention, you’ll be coming home with me. Come on, it’s dark out and I don’t want to be wandering around out here for too long.” She grabbed Hunk’s hand (or more accurately wrapped both her hands around one of his sausage-like fingers) and began to lead him away down the street.
It was still damp and cold, but just being near Hunk made her feel warmer - not like a metaphorical emotional warmth either, more like standing next to a radiator sort of warmth. Hunk seemed to emit heat, as if he were on fire, and Autumn had to admit it was the comfiest walk home she’d ever had. Plus the eye candy was more than welcome: just watching Hunk walk was an experience in itself, muscles rippling and bulging across his frame as they worked in tandem to move this monolithic being.
She would have enjoyed it more had it not been for the drunken shouting from across the road.
“Ey love, what you doin out ere?” Autumn could damn near smell the alcohol on his breath from the other side of the street, and he eyed her up. She didn’t look back, instead choosing to put her head down and quicken her pace. This turned out to be the wrong decision, as the man gave her an offended look. “Oy, you ignorin me?”
“I don’t want any trouble!” Autumn shouted across the road, again speeding up, but this only made the man angrier. He crossed the road to where she was, blocking her path forward.
“Y’know, yer a rude lil’ girl.”
“Please sir, just let me be. It’s late, I’ve had a long day, and I just want to get home.” She tried to step past him but a hand shot out and blocked her path. For the first time a flash of panic coursed through her, hot enough to send tremors down her spine, and she took a shaky breath as she stepped back.
“Ye gon’ apologise or what?” This close she could smell the faint scent of chips and alcohol drifting off him, marinated in cigarette smoke. It was a smell she was all too familiar with, one that was responsible for most of the memories that she would rather not revisit, locked in the back of her head. She was just about to start shouting for help when Hunk stepped forward and grabbed the guy by the shoulders. Instantly his eyes widened as he felt the pressure, then his mouth fell open as slowly he was able to see the muscular figure holding him tight. He tried to say something in protest, but before he could even open his mouth Hunk wrapped two burly arms around him and folded him into his chest. It looked like a particularly tight hug, but from how the guy sounded Autumn knew it was more than that. The man’s head was stuffed right in between Hunk’s pecs, his body buried in the meaty shelf of muscle there, and as she watched, he began to sink in further and further. Slowly Hunk was drawing him into his chest, his body disappearing into the muscle there inch by inch, centimetre by centimetre. He was choking and spluttering, hand scrabbling madly and beating against Hunk’s chest, but it was no use - he was trying to fight against close to a ton of muscle, and as a wiry guy that was only going to end one way. It was like he was trying to stop a train going forward, the mismatch made it look farcical as Hunk fed him into his pecs, slowly turning his body into energy and slurping it down.
This wasn’t an especially slow process, the entire thing taking maybe less than 30 seconds, but Hunk made it seem far longer than that. He was moaning and grunting the entire time, his body shivering each time the man struggled, aroused by the struggling and by how easy it was to subdue him. He could feel his body responding to the intake of new power, churning it up and sending it coursing through his veins, and he let out a breathless, huffy laugh as the last of the man slid into his pecs.
Then the growth began.
This was far more than just a simple can of drink, and the growth was appropriately much larger. His body pulsed with new growth as he rolled his eyes and stretched his arms out, letting his musculature stretch outwards before more cords of muscle lashed across the joints and pulled his arms back together again, raw strength forcing him into different positions to allow it all to fit on his frame. 8 feet became 10 feet very quickly, then 12, then 14, his body flowering upwards as space was made to fit all the incoming strength. Then new muscle billowed across his body, and he moaned and fell forward as his bodyweight almost doubled instantly. It looked like someone had stuck a bicycle pump into him and was giving it all they had, thick spurts of strength surging through him and animating his arms and legs. His upper body was one of the biggest gainers, those biceps detonating into gigantic peaks of strength, the pecs going from bowling balls to medicine balls on his chest, those thighs somehow impossibly becoming even thicker. You could crack a coconut between those things, and it wouldn’t even be hard. Just one thigh was wider than she was, pulsing and throbbing with power even while standing still, like some enormous engine idling away. She put her hand to it while it was growing, feeling the way that energy thrummed through it before it swelled larger and larger, the fibres strengthening as new ones were added. Those pecs also garnered a lot of her attention, pulsing bigger as they pushed her fingers apart with ease. She never thought she’d be using words like weight and girth to describe chest muscles, but that was what she found herself doing. Those thick, meaty pecs were massive, full and round, jutting out of his chest at an astounding angle and only getting bigger with each breath he took. Each gulp of air in made them pump larger, and instead of deflating they stayed at that size, muscle filling in where the air had once been. His abs too were impossibly defined already, but now they were bigger than ordinary biceps by themselves, a stack of bowling ball-sized muscles crunching in his abdomen. Autumn could almost hear them grinding against each other, such was the size and hardness of the mounds. Even his backside firmed up, the globes rounding into a bubble butt the likes of which she had never seen before. It was like two watermelons stuffed under the skin, perfectly round and chiselled.
Presently Hunk finished his growth spurt. He’d gotten to about 18 feet before the energy ran out, but it was far from a skinny 18 feet - he looked absolutely massive, a hulking mass of muscle and sinew so large that she had to crane her neck back just to see over the shelf of chest muscle that were his pecs. She had to stop herself drooling at the sight of him.
“Apologies, but hopefully this is a satisfactory resolution. Rest assured he will be bothering nobody anymore.” Hunk realised just how smitten Autumn was with his new body, the irishwoman shamelessly ogling him, and he chuckled. “Whilst I appreciate your candour, believe me when I say this is nothing special. I can be and have been far larger.”
At this Autumn blinked a couple of times. “You can get larger than...well, than this? Sign me the fuck up!”
Another chuckle from Hunk. God his laughs melted her heart, like her whole body was dipped in warm melted cheese, soft and enveloping. “Climb aboard and I’ll show you.”
Autumn did just that, clambering up his body. He bent onto one knee to allow her up, and she had the honour of using his thigh to climb up. She was expecting it to be hard, but even so it was impressive just how solid it was, like standing on a rock. It didn’t even give way as she levered her body onto it, the muscle so firm underneath her foot that it didn’t move an inch downwards. After levering herself up she clambered onto his shoulder, which was equally as impressive, and leaned into his neck.
“Hold on.” Hunk stood up again, and Autumn gasped as she was propelled up 18 feet into the air. She clung to the smooth, round muscle of Hunk’s shoulder as he squared himself and took in a deep breath of air. Immediately his body reacted appropriately, new muscle fibre squirming into existence and wrapping around his body. He grunted as close to 5 feet of height immediately packed onto his form, quickly filling out with strength as his power surged. Autumn was treated to the odd sensation of the ground warping beneath her as his shoulders capped outwards, rounding out a bit as they swelled. She barely had time to process this as Hunk took another breath and again exploded in size, abs punching out of his chest, thighs rubbing against each other as they grew to epic proportions. He was so chock full of muscle that just by standing there he would have left huge dents in the ground, had he technically been standing on it. It only grew greater and greater as Hunk took another breath, and another, and another. Autumn felt like she was in the eye of a hurricane, immense power blasting all around her while she sat in the middle of it all, unable to do anything except gawk and watch the ground get smaller and smaller.
Hunk’s growth was in fact exponential, because with each breath his lungs grew bigger, and that in turn allowed him to take in more air, which allowed him to grow more, and so on so forth. The first breath gave him a mere 5 feet of height - by the 10th breath he was building sized and still growing taller.
11 breaths.
12 breaths.
13 breaths
There wasn’t really a way to compare his body to things anymore, not when a single pec eclipsed entire buildings, when just one of those thighs packed more force than a nuclear power station (and was about as big too), when each of those abs made a normal person turn away in shame for what they could never even dream of achieving. Autumn felt like she was on a different planet, perched on top of the smooth muscle of his shoulder, looking out at a world that seemed alien to her. She’d never seen the city from this angle before, tall enough to look out over buildings but not so tall that she couldn’t pick out individual people far below, carrying out their daily lives without the faintest inkling that a muscled god was looming over them all.
“So, what do you think?” Hunk struck a bicep pose that damn near gave Autumn a nosebleed just looking at it. She was dumbfounded at the sheer scale of him, what she once thought of as normal muscles seeming more like entire planets to her now, the crevices between them hills and valleys to her. She began to clamber down off the shoulder, slowly sliding down towards the bicep, and he held his arm out with the hand outstretched at the end. Her target was the hand, and she slid down towards the bicep and began to climb over it. God it felt strange at this size, solid rock interspersed with thick, pulsing veins that were as wide as her arm, set in stone. The peak was far too steep an angle to actually get over, so Hunk tilted his arm to lessen it, and she slid to the top and down the other side when he straightened it out again. The crook of his elbow was just as odd, the skin slightly leathery to the touch, and flat compared to the hilly expanse of his forearm. He tilted it again so she could slide down the whole length, bumping up slightly each time she hit a vein crossing the skin, and eventually found herself deposited into his palm. She stood up as he held her up to his face, up to one eye. This close it was so strange to look at, this great shining orb set into his skull, the pupil focused on her. He moved her further back and she got a good look at a body that would have sent any bodybuilder into a depressive spiral of envy, one that was larger and stronger than anything the planet had ever seen before.
“Come here, you big lug.” Autumn waved both her hands, and in response Hunk picked her up and placed her at the bottom of his abs, lying on his back so they were a series of hills. Autumn didn’t really have a good word to describe the thick balls of muscle interspersed by cracks so deep that she couldn’t see the bottom. Climbing over them proved difficult, since each one was perfectly round and had a steep angle to it, meaning that more than once Hunk had to use a gigantic finger to nudge her along a bit. Eventually after a few minutes of clambering over him she managed to make it to the top of his abs, and Hunk chuckled as he leaned down to meet her. Autumn could feel that chuckle in her bones, it went right through to her heart and set her teeth chattering in her skull, a strangely pleasurable feeling. With a little jump she reached up and kissed Hunk, more of an impulse than anything. Hunk kissed back though, and she quickly found herself lost in a kiss that enveloped her entire body, making her tingle from head to toe. It was heavenly.
“Mmmf, you’re a sloppy kisser, heh!” She managed to grab a hold of his face, and he laughed and brought her back to his chest, where she jumped on top of his pecs. In fact she couldn’t quite get a grip on the rounded mass, and Hunk watched her scrabble for a bit before bouncing his pec so that it jolted her upwards. She squealed a bit as the force of it threw her into the air, before coming down on top of his pec in an undignified heap. They jutted so far from his chest that she could easily sit on them, and just above her the thick mass of his collarbone provided a solid headrest to lie back against. She sat there, on top of a muscle god, and sighed happily.
“So which way is your house?”
Autumn pointed vaguely in the right direction, and with a smile Hunk set off that way. With the swell of muscle underneath her and the watchful eye of her new familiar far above, Autumn had never felt safer.
Good old-fashioned muscle growth is always a favourite of mine, and this one is no exception. And yes I know this is kinda human and I don't usually do that, but it was just about on the line and enough on the right side that I was okay with it, so hey ho.
I've put this tentatively as general, I think it's fine at that rating but if anyone disagrees with it then let me know and I'll change it upwards. I think personally it's fine, but we'll see.
The Familiar
Just one of those days, Autumn thought with a sigh. It was cold and damp outside, typical winter fare, and while she had her soup and her blankets it was decidedly dull at the moment. Gentle flickers of rain made patterns on the windows as she looked out, not looking for anything in particular but just staring outside. In terms of appearance, Autumn O’Connely was about as Irish as her name suggested - fiery red hair, pale skin, freckles, all the stereotypes mashed into one. She was also thin as a whip and about as sharp, which was why the lack of things to do was so frustrating. Thus when her phone rang, and she saw who it was, instead of ignoring it like she normally would she picked up.
“What’s up?”
“I need you to come in this afternoon, just briefly.” The voice coming down the phone sounded a hundred years old, crackly and hoarse. “I’m going to need your help with something special. Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to work a full shift, after this is done you can go home and get out of this awful weather. Would you help an old man out?”
“You’re lucky I'm not busy. Sure, I’ll be right down.”
“Perfect, thank you my dear!” Click. Autumn looked at her phone, and after a couple of seconds shrugged and went to get dressed.
*
It was just as awful outside as it looked, the rain like tiny icicles on her skin as she pulled her coat around herself tighter. Since the shop was only a short distance from her house she’d decided to walk it, but that was a decision she was regretting as she felt the full force of the cold on any exposed skin. Mercifully it was only a short walk though, and soon she found herself at the entrance to the store.
Peter’s antiques was anything but a regular old antique store. Mr Peters himself had supposedly been an exorcist in the past, a job that had apparently paid extremely well as he was technically retired with more money than he knew what to do with. This store was his hobby more than anything, but being the ghost-loving man he was Peters specialised in the occult, the haunted, the downright spooky. Everything in there had a past, a long story of ghosts and monsters stretching as far back as anyone knew. And right at the centre of it all was the exorcist shopkeeper.
“Ah Autumn, there you are. Come on, come on over.” Mr Peters gestured for her to walk forward, towards the middle of the shop. The place was a strange mix of old and new, dusty shelves and shiny radiators, various trinkets dotted around the place. To the uninitiated the ghost stories surrounding these were just that - stories - but Autumn knew better. She knew which ones to stay away from, and at which ones to hold her breath as she walked by. So when she saw Peters holding a small key and gesturing her over, she was understandably apprehensive.
“What did you want me to do?”
“Just come over here and hold your hands out. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.”
Autumn doubted that immensely, but nevertheless she approached and put her hands out. Peters guided her into the position he wanted, then stepped back.
“A little further forward.”
“Sure, but what the hell is this a - “ Autumn cut herself short as her hands met resistance. As far as she knew there wasn’t anything in front of her, but sure enough there was something...round under her hands. It was supple but hard, and yet not the hardness of a brick wall or a steel fence, a living hardness. She looked up and blinked twice, and then she looked. There was someone in front of her - how had she not noticed before? Especially considering the person in question was what looked like a half-naked bodybuilder. And she was...groping...his pecs…
“Oh god, I didn’t mean to!” Autumn immediately backpedalled but the figure grabbed her hand and held it to his chest, laying her palm across the muscle there. It was surprisingly hard, rising and falling gently under her hand like some great bellows, smooth and powerful. She felt herself blush at the feeling, Peters laughing at her red face from nearby.
“I think he likes you!”
“Peters I swear to god - ”
“Relax, this is all going according to plan.” Peters held out the key, and Autumn took it. “So I heard you’ve been complaining recently about finishing late, saying that it’s getting dangerous out there, and I thought I’d do something to solve it. It just so happens that my friend here also requires a little help, so I thought I’d do two birds with one stone.”
Autumn looked back at the muscular figure, who was watching her curiously. “Who is he? What is he?” That last question was more pertinent - there was something about the figure that told her it wasn’t quite human. There was of course the fact that she could barely see him, although that effect was lessening by the second. It was like one of those magic books where you had to cross your eyes to see the image, and if you uncrossed them then it disappeared. Once you knew how to look at it then it was easier, but it still threatened to fade out of view if you lost concentration - that was exactly what it was like looking at the muscled figure. But there was something more as well, something that was harder to define. A certain elegance, a way he held himself that was slightly too graceful, like a poised deer. His ears were elongated, tilted backwards, his fingernails were more like claws. He had only a posing jockstrap on, and that meant his body was on full, glorious display. That musculature was simply impossible for a human to attain: nothing of earth could ever have pecs that jutted out from the chest, biceps that literally rippled even while standing still, abs that looked like tennis balls under the skin. It was too defined, too perfect - perhaps that was why she found him so damn attractive. Being thin had always meant Autumn preferred the company of bigger guys, but this one was in another league completely. He could crush her head like a soda can between those pecs.
“He doesn’t have a name, not anymore anyway, but once he was a witch’s familiar. You know, like those black cats, toads, etcetera? Well this guy lost his host somehow, so unless we bind him with another then he’ll be sucked out of this plane of existence.”
“I’ll lose attunement with this realm, to be precise.” Both of them jumped as the spirit talked. His voice was deep and immeasurably rich, like thick, warm chocolate being poured into her skull. “I won’t bore you with the details but safe to say your realm is rather inhospitable to us. We require a guide to stay, a host if you will. And now I have been provided with one.” Both Peters and the spirit looked at Autumn, who suddenly realised what that meant.
“Me? I can’t do that, I can’t have this hunk following me all the time, look at him! How do I go shopping with this?”
Peters smiled. “I imagine that hunk, as you so thoughtfully put it, will be able to explain it better than I can.”
The spirit looked down at Autumn. “What is a hunk? It is not a term I have come across before?”
“Uhhhh...well…” Autumn desperately looked at Mr Peters, who simply crossed his arms and grinned as he watched his apprentice squirm. “It’s….a….name?”
“A new name? Then as your familiar it is one that I shall use. Henceforth you may call me Hunk. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He leant down and kissed Autumn’s hand, and she used the moment he broke eye contact to stare daggers at Mr Peters, who was barely containing his laughter. “Your associate is right, once I explain my abilities then this shall likely be a simpler decision. Come.” Hunk held a hand out, and after some trepidation Autumn took it.
“Alright, then that’s settled. You shall be Hunk’s host for the foreseeable future, and he shall be your familiar. I’m a man of my word, so you can have the rest of the day off - I suggest you become familiar with your familiar, hehe. I imagine you’ll enjoy him more than you think.” Peters waved them out of the shop, and Autumn suddenly found herself standing outside with a hulking beast casually standing beside her.
“Well.” She looked at Hunk, who was standing there watching her curiously. “I don’t know about you but I’m finding this whole thing a bit...overwhelming.”
Hunk shrugged. “Being bonded to a familiar is not something that one gets used to overnight. Perhaps a more detailed explanation might help to settle things though.”
Autumn fumbled in her pocket for a second before pulling out a can of ginger beer, which she proceeded to crack and take a big swig of. “Alright, what can you do?”
“The first ability, and one you might find to your liking, is Impermanence. My form projects an aura of unstable matter that diverts attention away from me. To put it bluntly, I am invisible to everyone except you, and perhaps a few others that I choose.”
Autumn breathed a sigh of relief at that one. As much as she enjoyed the eye candy she was not someone that appreciated too much undue attention, and with his godlike body Hunk was definitely going to attract some admiring gazes.
“Is that like...all the time?”
“I can’t turn it off, so I suppose so. My second ability is likely more obvious - I am far stronger than you might imagine.”
Autumn raised an eyebrow, directing her gaze once more to that immense body. Muscles like steel balls rippled across his 8 foot frame, great mounds of strength distorting his skin in all the right places. She was sorely tempted to stroke one of those biceps, to run her fingers along the corded muscle and feel it bunch under her fingers….
“Ahem.” She shook her head as she snapped out of her reverie. “How strong?”
As an answer he looked around for a couple of seconds, before settling on a nearby car. He walked over, placed a single hand along the bottom, and without so much as a grunt of exertion lifted the whole thing up. Autumn damn near drooled at the sight of Hunk hefting this thing like a tin can, muscles bulging and flexing across his frame, making him seem even bigger than normal.
“This strong. To be honest this is not close to my limit either.”
“Uh huh. Mmh. So uh...could you bench press that thing too?” She gestured at the car, which was beginning to creak due to the pressure being placed on it.
Hunk tilted his head, but instead of arguing he laid down on his back, manoeuvred the car above his head and began to slowly bench press it. Up and down, the movement smooth, methodical, powerful. Autumn got a good look at that body flexing back and forth, his arms pumping. She could only take watching it for a moment before she had to go over and feel for herself. She placed a hand on his bicep, feeling the way it swelled to enormous sizes each time he flexed, feeling each individual muscle fibre tighten and harden into a hard mass of power. Her hand drifted lower towards his chest, where those pecs were like barrels strapped to the front of his body, rolling underneath her touch with each rep. It was all just so big, so solid, she’d never felt anything like it. The strength, the power, as if there was some raging fireball locked away under her fingertips. She stepped back as he transferred the car to his feet and began doing leg presses with it, those thighs bigger than her as they quietly lifted several tons of metal without a hitch. The quads were so wide that she couldn’t even stretch both hands around them, immense chunks of muscle that were striated beyond belief. Watching them pump away was like watching the pistons churn at some great factory, you could only stand back and marvel at the power in them. She just stared in awe of this creature, this chiselled god.
“Is this satisfactory?” Hunk looked up at her, the car balanced over his head, and she almost giggled. It was strange to see something so powerful subservient to her.
“I-I think that’s a good enough demonstration.” Her eyes widened as he set the car down and got up, and she realised the pump had made him even bigger. He was huge now, those pecs like medicine balls strapped to his chest, his abs chiselled and rounded to an insane degree. “Do you...uh...work out?”
Hunk laughed at this. “The strength of my form is dependent upon my will rather than my athleticism. Such is the case with many spirits on this realm. I am… notable in this aspect.”
“Yeah, notable, let’s go with that.” Autumn chuckled. “I bet you could lift me up with ease!” She almost shrieked when Hunk did just that, scooping her up and resting her on his shoulder. She hadn’t realised how high up it was, and yet with the cradle of hard muscle around her it felt safe, secure, the body underneath her solid as a rock. “So, do you have any other talents I should know about?” she asked from atop his shoulder.
“Just one more, but this one is different. Unique to me, if you will.” Hunk seemed rather pleased at the opportunity to show this off, putting Autumn down gingerly and rubbing his hands together excitedly. “I can absorb the energy of matter and add it to my own.”
“Come again?”
Hunk sighed, and quickly snatched the ginger beer out of Autumn’s hands. He chugged the entire drink in one quick go, crushing the empty can when he was done. He waited a few seconds, waving off Autumn’s annoyed protests, until he felt the change kick in. Wave after wave of warm strength pulsed through his body, stroking his muscles with new growth, forcing his body taller, wider, stronger. Autumn stepped back as he passed 10 feet tall, new muscle spurting outwards as he grew even stronger than before.
“That’s….” Autumn bit her tongue.
“You can say it. There is nobody else here.”
“Ah fuck it. That’s really fucking hot.” Autumn blushed a bit upon saying it, but Hunk merely grinned and nodded.
“It is indeed a unique skill to have, and one that I personally enjoy very much. Your beverage was an example, but I can use any matter to grow, living, dead or otherwise.”
“Huh.” Autumn held her hand out and Hunk deposited the tin can into it. The metal had been squeezed so hard that it was nothing more than a thin sheet of aluminium now, moulded to the shape of Hunk’s meaty fist. “Well as long as you don’t outgrow the house, this might not be so bad.”
“The house?” At Hunk’s confused look she laughed.
“Oh, I forgot to mention, you’ll be coming home with me. Come on, it’s dark out and I don’t want to be wandering around out here for too long.” She grabbed Hunk’s hand (or more accurately wrapped both her hands around one of his sausage-like fingers) and began to lead him away down the street.
It was still damp and cold, but just being near Hunk made her feel warmer - not like a metaphorical emotional warmth either, more like standing next to a radiator sort of warmth. Hunk seemed to emit heat, as if he were on fire, and Autumn had to admit it was the comfiest walk home she’d ever had. Plus the eye candy was more than welcome: just watching Hunk walk was an experience in itself, muscles rippling and bulging across his frame as they worked in tandem to move this monolithic being.
She would have enjoyed it more had it not been for the drunken shouting from across the road.
“Ey love, what you doin out ere?” Autumn could damn near smell the alcohol on his breath from the other side of the street, and he eyed her up. She didn’t look back, instead choosing to put her head down and quicken her pace. This turned out to be the wrong decision, as the man gave her an offended look. “Oy, you ignorin me?”
“I don’t want any trouble!” Autumn shouted across the road, again speeding up, but this only made the man angrier. He crossed the road to where she was, blocking her path forward.
“Y’know, yer a rude lil’ girl.”
“Please sir, just let me be. It’s late, I’ve had a long day, and I just want to get home.” She tried to step past him but a hand shot out and blocked her path. For the first time a flash of panic coursed through her, hot enough to send tremors down her spine, and she took a shaky breath as she stepped back.
“Ye gon’ apologise or what?” This close she could smell the faint scent of chips and alcohol drifting off him, marinated in cigarette smoke. It was a smell she was all too familiar with, one that was responsible for most of the memories that she would rather not revisit, locked in the back of her head. She was just about to start shouting for help when Hunk stepped forward and grabbed the guy by the shoulders. Instantly his eyes widened as he felt the pressure, then his mouth fell open as slowly he was able to see the muscular figure holding him tight. He tried to say something in protest, but before he could even open his mouth Hunk wrapped two burly arms around him and folded him into his chest. It looked like a particularly tight hug, but from how the guy sounded Autumn knew it was more than that. The man’s head was stuffed right in between Hunk’s pecs, his body buried in the meaty shelf of muscle there, and as she watched, he began to sink in further and further. Slowly Hunk was drawing him into his chest, his body disappearing into the muscle there inch by inch, centimetre by centimetre. He was choking and spluttering, hand scrabbling madly and beating against Hunk’s chest, but it was no use - he was trying to fight against close to a ton of muscle, and as a wiry guy that was only going to end one way. It was like he was trying to stop a train going forward, the mismatch made it look farcical as Hunk fed him into his pecs, slowly turning his body into energy and slurping it down.
This wasn’t an especially slow process, the entire thing taking maybe less than 30 seconds, but Hunk made it seem far longer than that. He was moaning and grunting the entire time, his body shivering each time the man struggled, aroused by the struggling and by how easy it was to subdue him. He could feel his body responding to the intake of new power, churning it up and sending it coursing through his veins, and he let out a breathless, huffy laugh as the last of the man slid into his pecs.
Then the growth began.
This was far more than just a simple can of drink, and the growth was appropriately much larger. His body pulsed with new growth as he rolled his eyes and stretched his arms out, letting his musculature stretch outwards before more cords of muscle lashed across the joints and pulled his arms back together again, raw strength forcing him into different positions to allow it all to fit on his frame. 8 feet became 10 feet very quickly, then 12, then 14, his body flowering upwards as space was made to fit all the incoming strength. Then new muscle billowed across his body, and he moaned and fell forward as his bodyweight almost doubled instantly. It looked like someone had stuck a bicycle pump into him and was giving it all they had, thick spurts of strength surging through him and animating his arms and legs. His upper body was one of the biggest gainers, those biceps detonating into gigantic peaks of strength, the pecs going from bowling balls to medicine balls on his chest, those thighs somehow impossibly becoming even thicker. You could crack a coconut between those things, and it wouldn’t even be hard. Just one thigh was wider than she was, pulsing and throbbing with power even while standing still, like some enormous engine idling away. She put her hand to it while it was growing, feeling the way that energy thrummed through it before it swelled larger and larger, the fibres strengthening as new ones were added. Those pecs also garnered a lot of her attention, pulsing bigger as they pushed her fingers apart with ease. She never thought she’d be using words like weight and girth to describe chest muscles, but that was what she found herself doing. Those thick, meaty pecs were massive, full and round, jutting out of his chest at an astounding angle and only getting bigger with each breath he took. Each gulp of air in made them pump larger, and instead of deflating they stayed at that size, muscle filling in where the air had once been. His abs too were impossibly defined already, but now they were bigger than ordinary biceps by themselves, a stack of bowling ball-sized muscles crunching in his abdomen. Autumn could almost hear them grinding against each other, such was the size and hardness of the mounds. Even his backside firmed up, the globes rounding into a bubble butt the likes of which she had never seen before. It was like two watermelons stuffed under the skin, perfectly round and chiselled.
Presently Hunk finished his growth spurt. He’d gotten to about 18 feet before the energy ran out, but it was far from a skinny 18 feet - he looked absolutely massive, a hulking mass of muscle and sinew so large that she had to crane her neck back just to see over the shelf of chest muscle that were his pecs. She had to stop herself drooling at the sight of him.
“Apologies, but hopefully this is a satisfactory resolution. Rest assured he will be bothering nobody anymore.” Hunk realised just how smitten Autumn was with his new body, the irishwoman shamelessly ogling him, and he chuckled. “Whilst I appreciate your candour, believe me when I say this is nothing special. I can be and have been far larger.”
At this Autumn blinked a couple of times. “You can get larger than...well, than this? Sign me the fuck up!”
Another chuckle from Hunk. God his laughs melted her heart, like her whole body was dipped in warm melted cheese, soft and enveloping. “Climb aboard and I’ll show you.”
Autumn did just that, clambering up his body. He bent onto one knee to allow her up, and she had the honour of using his thigh to climb up. She was expecting it to be hard, but even so it was impressive just how solid it was, like standing on a rock. It didn’t even give way as she levered her body onto it, the muscle so firm underneath her foot that it didn’t move an inch downwards. After levering herself up she clambered onto his shoulder, which was equally as impressive, and leaned into his neck.
“Hold on.” Hunk stood up again, and Autumn gasped as she was propelled up 18 feet into the air. She clung to the smooth, round muscle of Hunk’s shoulder as he squared himself and took in a deep breath of air. Immediately his body reacted appropriately, new muscle fibre squirming into existence and wrapping around his body. He grunted as close to 5 feet of height immediately packed onto his form, quickly filling out with strength as his power surged. Autumn was treated to the odd sensation of the ground warping beneath her as his shoulders capped outwards, rounding out a bit as they swelled. She barely had time to process this as Hunk took another breath and again exploded in size, abs punching out of his chest, thighs rubbing against each other as they grew to epic proportions. He was so chock full of muscle that just by standing there he would have left huge dents in the ground, had he technically been standing on it. It only grew greater and greater as Hunk took another breath, and another, and another. Autumn felt like she was in the eye of a hurricane, immense power blasting all around her while she sat in the middle of it all, unable to do anything except gawk and watch the ground get smaller and smaller.
Hunk’s growth was in fact exponential, because with each breath his lungs grew bigger, and that in turn allowed him to take in more air, which allowed him to grow more, and so on so forth. The first breath gave him a mere 5 feet of height - by the 10th breath he was building sized and still growing taller.
11 breaths.
12 breaths.
13 breaths
There wasn’t really a way to compare his body to things anymore, not when a single pec eclipsed entire buildings, when just one of those thighs packed more force than a nuclear power station (and was about as big too), when each of those abs made a normal person turn away in shame for what they could never even dream of achieving. Autumn felt like she was on a different planet, perched on top of the smooth muscle of his shoulder, looking out at a world that seemed alien to her. She’d never seen the city from this angle before, tall enough to look out over buildings but not so tall that she couldn’t pick out individual people far below, carrying out their daily lives without the faintest inkling that a muscled god was looming over them all.
“So, what do you think?” Hunk struck a bicep pose that damn near gave Autumn a nosebleed just looking at it. She was dumbfounded at the sheer scale of him, what she once thought of as normal muscles seeming more like entire planets to her now, the crevices between them hills and valleys to her. She began to clamber down off the shoulder, slowly sliding down towards the bicep, and he held his arm out with the hand outstretched at the end. Her target was the hand, and she slid down towards the bicep and began to climb over it. God it felt strange at this size, solid rock interspersed with thick, pulsing veins that were as wide as her arm, set in stone. The peak was far too steep an angle to actually get over, so Hunk tilted his arm to lessen it, and she slid to the top and down the other side when he straightened it out again. The crook of his elbow was just as odd, the skin slightly leathery to the touch, and flat compared to the hilly expanse of his forearm. He tilted it again so she could slide down the whole length, bumping up slightly each time she hit a vein crossing the skin, and eventually found herself deposited into his palm. She stood up as he held her up to his face, up to one eye. This close it was so strange to look at, this great shining orb set into his skull, the pupil focused on her. He moved her further back and she got a good look at a body that would have sent any bodybuilder into a depressive spiral of envy, one that was larger and stronger than anything the planet had ever seen before.
“Come here, you big lug.” Autumn waved both her hands, and in response Hunk picked her up and placed her at the bottom of his abs, lying on his back so they were a series of hills. Autumn didn’t really have a good word to describe the thick balls of muscle interspersed by cracks so deep that she couldn’t see the bottom. Climbing over them proved difficult, since each one was perfectly round and had a steep angle to it, meaning that more than once Hunk had to use a gigantic finger to nudge her along a bit. Eventually after a few minutes of clambering over him she managed to make it to the top of his abs, and Hunk chuckled as he leaned down to meet her. Autumn could feel that chuckle in her bones, it went right through to her heart and set her teeth chattering in her skull, a strangely pleasurable feeling. With a little jump she reached up and kissed Hunk, more of an impulse than anything. Hunk kissed back though, and she quickly found herself lost in a kiss that enveloped her entire body, making her tingle from head to toe. It was heavenly.
“Mmmf, you’re a sloppy kisser, heh!” She managed to grab a hold of his face, and he laughed and brought her back to his chest, where she jumped on top of his pecs. In fact she couldn’t quite get a grip on the rounded mass, and Hunk watched her scrabble for a bit before bouncing his pec so that it jolted her upwards. She squealed a bit as the force of it threw her into the air, before coming down on top of his pec in an undignified heap. They jutted so far from his chest that she could easily sit on them, and just above her the thick mass of his collarbone provided a solid headrest to lie back against. She sat there, on top of a muscle god, and sighed happily.
“So which way is your house?”
Autumn pointed vaguely in the right direction, and with a smile Hunk set off that way. With the swell of muscle underneath her and the watchful eye of her new familiar far above, Autumn had never felt safer.
Category Story / Muscle
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 120 x 90px
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