growth The Flexorcist (7)

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Seven

 

The dean was smoking his pipe as he wandered around his campus. He always enjoyed the combination of nature’s calming sounds amidst the student’s hasty steps.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

A strange scream made the dean look up. He blinked as he saw the black silhouette of Father Luke flying over. Must be a storm coming over, he thought, since priests are flying low in the sky. “A flying priest?”, the dean yelled out and he rushed over to where Father Luke had hit the ground.

 

It wasn’t a pretty sight: Father Luke had crashed in the middle of a big rose-bed. The old priest lay agonizing in the thorns.

 

“Oh my god! It’s terrible!”, the dean said as he pushed some students aside, “Look at those beautiful roses now! There’re ruined! Oh, and call an ambulance for that man!”.

 

“K…K….K….”, Father Luke said weakly.

 

The dean noticed that Father Luke was trying to speak and sat down on his knees next to the priest. “Save your strength.”

 

“Tell….m…my….ne…ph….ew…..K….K…Keith….I….”, Father Luke said before he passed out.

 

The dean knew he had to inform Keith about his uncle’s condition as he escorted the stretcher to the ambulance.

 

 

 

Back in his room, Tomas slowly got up, leaning heavily on Anton’s muscular frame. “You saved me from that fucking priest”, he said.

 

“You’re my master and I sensed you were in trouble”, Anton replied, “How did that old man manage to bring you down? You’re twice as big as him.”

 

“I’m not yet strong enough to fight off priests protected by their faith”, Tomas replied as his hands roamed across Anton’s muscular frame, “But that’s about to change! Turn around and strip!”.

 

A quizzical expression filled Anton’s face, but he turned around and began to strip off his clothes. “You’re not gonna take my muscles, are you?”, he asked as he removed his boxers and stared at the wall several feet away.

 

“Don’t worry, my muscular pet. You saved me and I’m gonna reward you for it.”, Tomas said as he scanned Anton’s broad back. The sight of the broad, muscle-covered back and meaty ass made his cock jump to hardness. Tomas ripped off his own boxers and his hard 8 incher thwacked against his eight-pack. “I’m gonna enjoy this. Brace yourself, buddy!”, Tomas said as he chanted some strange formulas.

 

Anton shivered as fear-filled screams and infernal whispers filled the room.

 

 

 

 

Back in their room, Sean and Keith were sitting on a bed, anxiously awaiting Father Luke’s return.

 

“It’s almost an hour since we’ve left him”, Keith said, “I should have entered with him. What if Tomas killed him?”.

 

“Calm down, buddy. Your uncle said that he couldn’t be harmed by the demon. So, let’s have some faith”, Sean answered and he wrapped his arm around Keith’s muscular shoulders.

 

“I guess you’re right. We could find another way to kill time”, Keith said as he wrapped his 17.5 inch arms around Sean’s diminished body and rolled him over on the bed.

 

Sean smiled at his friend as he let Keith playfully dominate him with his 195 pound body. “Don’t crush me, buddy. Or I’ll have to punish you once I’m big again”, Sean stated laughingly.

 

As their mouths closed in for a kiss, an icy chill invaded the room with hellish chants and things began flying through the air.

 

“It’s Tomas!”, Keith said as he protectively positioned his body over Sean, “The fight with my uncle must be underway.”

 

 

 

 

Anton opened his mouth to ask what was happening, but his words died in his throat as he felt Tomas rock-hard 8 incher invade his muscular ass. He clenched the strong muscles of his ass in a defensive reflex.

 

“Don’t block my path!”, Tomas grunted angrily as he felt the hellish energy invade his body.

 

Goose bumps exploded all over Anton’s 210 pound, muscular body as Tomas pushed past his defenses and buried his 8 incher inside him. Anton’s cock was slowly inflating as he felt Tomas beefy pecs brushing against his broad back.

 

“Yeah!”, Tomas yelled as he felt his muscles growing. He began to thrust his 8 incher violently in and out of Anton’s muscular ass.

 

Anton steadied himself easily, slightly flexing his meaty quads, under Tomas’ thrusts. His own cock had hardened to its full 7.5 inches and his right paw stroked it playfully. He quivered as Tomas’ hands groped his globe-like pecs.

 

 

 

 

Sean shivered in fear underneath Keith’s muscular body as the frightening hellish chants and flying things filled their room. Even Keith was scared, but more for his uncle then for himself. He knew that his body was strong enough to protect the shivering Sean beneath him.

 

 

 

 

Tomas felt more powerful with every passing second. His buff, 190 pound body had already grown several pounds heavier. He was even getting taller since he didn’t stare at Anton’s neck anymore, but looked directly at the top of his head. “Bigger!”, he grunted as he groped his pet’s pecs hard.

 

Anton smiled as he flexed his muscular chest to withstand his master’s grip. Deep striations exploded over the hard muscles. Anton took a little step forward as Tomas’ thrusts got wilder and longer. He quickly flexed his strong quads harder to maintain his position.

 

“More!!!”, Tomas screamed deeply as power and energy flooded his body. His growth speeded up. He began to see past his muscular pet as his eyelevel past Anton’s head. His already big muscles swelled further. He dug his fingers in Anton’s flexed chest, overpowering the rock-hard muscles. His thrusts in his pet’s ass got longer, stronger and more violent. Tomas had to take little steps to prevent them from falling.

 

Anton’s eyes went wide with amazement and pain as he felt his master’s fingers digging into his rock-hard, flexed pecs. He tried to harden his flex, but it was no use: Tomas’ grip simply overpowered his muscular chest. His strong quads could no longer steady his beefy, 210 pound frame under the violence of Tomas’ thrusts. The force of his master’s body was pushing Anton forward. Anton took small steps, flexing his powerful quads to stand his ground. It didn’t help: step by step, Tomas pushed his body toward the wall. Anton’s cock jolted in his right paw at the thought of his master dominating him.

 

 

 

 

Sean knew he was safe under Keith’s bigger frame, but he began to worry that his friend would no longer be able to keep it up. Several flying objects had already hit Keith’s muscular back and each time his buddy had grunted painfully.

 

The hellish chants died as suddenly as they had begun. The flying objects crashed down on the floor. A weird, yet peaceful silence filled the room.

 

“Is…it…over?”, Sean asked incredulously.

 

“I… guess”, Keith replied, “but you’re still small. I hope my uncle is okay.”

 

“I’m sure he’s fine”, Sean said.

 

“But why aren’t you back to your old size then?”, Keith asked and he lowered himself onto the bed next to Sean.

 

“We’ll ask him later. Let me take care of your bruises, buddy”, Sean said as he tried to hide the fear from his voice.

 

Silently, Keith removed his shirt and exposed his bruised back.

 

Sean carefully rubbed some ointment on his buddy’s muscular back. He knew Keith was right, but didn’t want to make his buddy panic about his uncle. Tears rolled over Sean’s cheeks and dripped on his friend’s back as he realized that he wouldn’t get his muscles back.

 

Keith enjoyed the feeling of Sean’s small hands on his muscular back, but turned around as he felt drips. He stared up at Sean’s tear-drenched cheeks. “We’ll figure something out, buddy”, he said as he wrapped his arms around Sean and pulled him in against his body.

 

 

 

 

Anton placed his left paw against the wall. He has shoved me from the center of the room to the wall, he thought as he released his right paw from his 7.5 incher and placed it next to his other hand on the wall. The power of his 19 inch left arm wasn’t enough to withstand the force of Tomas’ thrusts.

 

“That’s more like it!”, Tomas moaned deeply as he looked down to his new physique. His already incredibly big pecs had turned into a vein-covered, meaty rack of hard muscles the size of melons that were pressing against Anton’s broad back; his round delts had beefed up into beefy boulders just wider than his pet’s broad swimmer’s shoulders; his thick quads now clearly outsized Anton’s meaty ones. Tomas positioned his big hands against the wall and upped the speed of his thrusts in his pet’s ass.

 

Anton’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his master’s arms. Those meaty, vein-covered hard muscles dwarfed his own 19 inch arms by several inches. His 7.5 incher throbbed against his eight-pack as he licked the hot muscle on Tomas’s arm.

 

“You up for your final reward, buddy?”, Tomas asked as he felt Anton lick his beefy left bicep.

 

A faint mumble escaped Anton’s mouth as he felt his master’s dick swell inside his ass. He grabbed Tomas’ beefy forearms to steady himself under the violence of his master’s thrusts. The feeling of the hot, hard muscles covered in thick veins sent Anton over the edge. His 7.5 incher throbbed wildly in the air, his balls drew tight and his big muscles flexed as orgasm raced through his body. A first, big load of cum blasted from his cock and splattered against the wall; a second and a third one decorated the wall further; the fourth one splashed against his beefy chest as his dick throbbed upward; a final load oozed from its head and dripped to the floor. Anton grunted exhaustedly as he fell back against his master’s juicy pecs.

 

“Yeahuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn!!!!”, Tomas screamed deeply as the sight of Anton’s intense orgasm sent him over the edge. Veins and striations exploded all over his impressive frame as his muscles hardened. His thick, meaty cock shot out load after load in Anton’s ass.

 

Anton’s deflating, milked dry cock raced back to hardness as he felt his master’s gigantic pecs harden against his muscular back. The throbbing cock in his ass lifted him off the floor as it swelled bigger. Anton’s cock didn’t even have time to reach its full 7.5 inches; two small loads of watery cum oozed from its head as his master filled his ass.

 

Tomas felt Anton’s muscular body shudder against his beefed up physique. He looked down and smiled as he saw his pet blow two more loads on his eight-pack. Cum began leaking from Anton’s ass as Tomas' cock kept blasting cum into it. After his seventh load, Tomas felt his orgasm subside and withdrew his cock from his pet’s ass. Tomas grinned as inch after inch of meaty cock came into sight. He marveled at the size his cock had grown into and blew a final load on Anton, coating his broad, muscular back in a white, creamy blanket.

 

As his master’s cock left his muscular ass and covered his back with a warm layer, Anton’s feet made contact with the floor again. His knees buckled from exhaustion and he crashed down on the floor, in the pool of his own, sticky cum.