This choice: In a Demonic Voice" I grant you my ability, to steal the size of others" • Go Back...Chapter #5Getting big with Asmodeus... by: choleric   As Marcus stared, horrified, the glimmering energy in the room burned brilliantly crimson for a moment before solidifying, a lean, grinning goat with sharp, sharklike teeth and a forked tail emerging from the light. He wore a finely tailored suit with a dark, blood red tie, and deep black eyes which stared murderously at the marsupial, who found himself somewhat at a loss with his pants around his ankles and his rapidly wilting junk staring the figure in the face.
“Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m a man of wealth and taste.” said the odd creature standing before Marcus, his thick, syrupy voice holding the bewildered roo momentarily entranced. “I’m joking, of course, I just always wanted to use that line. I’m Asmodeus, and you’re my ticket home, so thanks for that. I really appreciate it. You’re a stellar guy.” Marcus gulped as he stared into the strange goatlike monster’s permanent toothy grin, the sharp teeth cutting an imposing presence in the room despite the figure’s relatively unimposing physique.
“Let me cut to the chase, Marcus.” purred Asmodeus, staring out the window as he admired the barren view of the next building’s wall. “You did me a favour just then. I’d been trapped in there for quite some time, and well, let me tell you, if you’ve never been stuck inside a ball for thousands of years, it’s not something I’d personally recommend. I’m blathering again. I have a reward for you!” Turning on the heel of his delicately shined shoe, Asmodeus turned to face Marcus, who was ogling the figure, regarding him with an unsteady suspicion. “See, we have a connection now, you and I. I’d like to think I understand the problems you face. Like Fang, for instance. And David. How awful of them to constantly showboat and leave you out of the spotlight! A handsome fellow with finely defined calves such as yourself... it’s a sin, Marcus, it really is.”
“W...what the fuck?” stammered Marcus, staring slack jawed at the horned figure before him. “This doesn’t make any sense – how do you know that? What are you?” The goat took a moment before diving right back into his fast and furious oration, every inch the picture of a salesman from hell.
“We have a connection, Marcus. A connection! Me and you, buddy, against the world. We’ll give ‘em hell, my friend, you’ll see! Those clumsy cretins with all their expertly defined musculature and their killer size and weight advantage... that reward I mentioned will level the playing field, and soon the crowd won’t be chanting for the big bad wolf. All eyes will be on you, amigo. All of them. I can make you huge. I can make you rich, famous, an object of desire – every guy wants to be you, every girl wants to be with you! But don’t just say yes. Let me show you...”
“I... don’t really understand.” Marcus mumbled, the cogs in his mind churning as they failed to process the madness of the situation. Asmodeus strode up to the ruminating roo, standing over the couch and offering him a hand with wicked, black claws.
“Err, should I put my pants on?” asked the roo, confused as he stared up at the figure before him, reaching out slowly to take his hand...
“Eh, I wouldn’t bother.” said the creature with his demonic smile, plunging his claws deep into Marcus’ chest. With a yelp of surprise, the roo lashed out with powerful legs, but merely managed to flail around and get tangled up in his waistband as a burning sensation spread from his chest outwards. The goat’s unwavering, staring smile seemed to diminish slightly as the peculiar feeling agonizingly turned from pleasure into pain, every individual muscle on the roo’s body feeling caressed and deeply massaged by the strange energies. It was like working out with none of the effort, and all of the sweet payoff, as he noticed... wait, was he growing, or was Asmodeus shrinking?
“Both, actually. Oh, sorry, I do forget it’s rude to read minds once you’re inside someone. I’m giving you my very special gift, and I do hope you appreciate it. For legal reasons I do have to tell you that stealing the essence of your fatheaded footballer friends – including size, muscle mass, genitalia size, and general well-being – does directly benefit me. But that’s okay. We’re buddies, right?” said the goat, his voice still silkily wrapping itself around Marcus.
“Oh man, if I can do this shit to Fang, yeah, I think we’re buddies.” said Marcus, breathless with pleasure as he looked down at his pants. Pulling them up, slightly, he noticed they had become an incredibly tight fit! His normally-powerful haunches seemed even more packed with muscle, and tan fur outlined the sheer strength behind the abdominals peeking out from under his t-shirt, which was becoming uncomfortably tight.
“Six inches should do you for now.” smiled Asmodeus with a wink, looking rather less imposing as he shrunk in his suit. “And don’t worry about me. I’ll be keeping an eye on you. Just promise me one thing – make sure you enjoy my... not so little gift. It’s tricky at first, though. Get lots of practice!”
With a flash, he was gone again, brilliant red sparks announcing his departure. Closing his laptop quietly, He stood to his full height, admiring the new definition in his muscles as he flexed them, testing their power. A quick glance down at his cock revealed it had grown with him – an impressive eight inch slab of meat jutting from his crotch. It seemed a little bigger than he remembered, but was he going to complain? Not one bit, good sir. He slid his pants off, a wry grin forming on his muzzle as he checked out his muscular legs, tracing his paws gently against them to test the thick, powerful muscle. Grabbing his baggiest sweatpants and workout top, Marcus decided to hit the town with a splash of cologne, leaving the apartment in order to head out to the college’s sports bar. Fang would no doubt be there, and if David’s dorky brother Tyler wasn’t busy making him dress up in silly costumes, he might find the big blue dragon hanging out too. As the roo walked the streets, brimming with confidence in his 7’ form, he bumped into somebody along the way while lost in narcissistic glee and malevolent eagerness to make himself the hugest guy on the team... maybe even in the town.
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