Magical History Assignment

Kitt Porter

HIST 2300

Mrs. Wolfspark

Journal for Group Project

Day 01 October 12, 2020

I can’t believe this bullshit. Yes, I’m saying bullshit and you know damn why Mrs. Wolfspark. If you’re going to make me use this stupid bullshit magic quill then I’m going to have to write each and every one of my thoughts. No filters. No erasing. No nothing. Right? That’s the whole point of this gay ass assignment ain’t it? That I can’t just filter it out and then write it all the night before. Damn it! You better not complain when this is all over, cause I’m doing the stupid fucking assignment.

But why’d you have to go and pair me up with Nate. Like what the fuck. It’s nice that he’s a bit of a nerd. But still like we have next to nothing in common. Maybe size, but even with that he just acts like he’s so much smaller than me. I don’t know how someone in college still acts like they’re a freshmen in high school. I thought we’d all be past this shy shit but I guess not.

I mean the entire time we were at the stupid museum, he barely said a word. His nose was in his journal and his attention rapidly shifted from exhibit to exhibit. I couldn’t believe it once he finally stopped at one. ‘The Great Fountain of the Fae.’ Never heard of it.

He said it was moved pretty recently. They’d been doing a lot of excavation in the human world and were going to destroy it. But by moving it the magic disappeared. Supposedly it used to have magical water running through the pots that the Fae were holding and you could get almost anything you could possibly want. Of course it also meant you had to be one of their followers or have some kind of ancestral tie or else it would end up cursing you instead.

Nate rushed over to it and I followed lazily behind. I was bored out of my mind already, and I wasn’t going to do any more than I had to. But it was weird, I could have sworn I saw him clasp something in his hands, squeeze it tightly and then dump it into the large stone basin. But when I got over there, nothing was there.

“Ready to go?” he asked me.

There was no way I was going to let that go. “What’d you do?”

“Do?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” I growled. Even if I don’t give a shit about all this history stuff, I know damn well I don’t want the magical police on my ass. Definitely not for someone like him. “I saw you do something.” I pushed him but kept my voice low, just in case someone was listening.

“Fine…” he whined. “I made a wish. I just wanted to try it out. But since all the water’s gone, it’s not going to do anything anyways.”

I was a bit shocked. He never seemed like the guy to do something like that. Probably shouldn’t be writing all this, but this damned quill won’t not let me. Oh well. I’m going to go work out. For some reason I’ve got a real craving to do so…

Day 02 October 13, 2020

First off, I have to say if this is how those jocks feel after working out, I’m going to be doing it a lot more. Cause damn, I can really feel it. Sure, I’m sore. But it really feels like it’s worth it. I never thought it’d feel so satisfying to actually feel this tired before. Even if I don’t look like any of the other guys in the gym, I don’t really care. I’m definitely going back there.

But Nate’s been doing a lot of work. I can’t believe just how much he knows about the fountain. Maybe he wasn’t lying when he said that he had some Fae ancestry. But I thought that they weren’t supposed to be around anymore. At the very least not powerful enough to be entered into this school.

Nate seems different though. It might be that I’ve never really met a Fae before. Then again I don’t know much about them either. I should probably ask him some more. But he seems really interested in this shit. The way he was talking and talking and talking and talking about it, I just could see the light in his eyes. Those bright blue irises lit up with so much passion that I couldn’t fathom understanding how he could be so passionate about it. Maybe it’s just because it’s his culture.

Then again, I don’t think I’ve ever cared about mine that much. Am I jealous? No… No, I'm not jealous. Damn this quill. Can’t tell a fucking lie and I can’t not write down my thoughts. But whatever. Nate did all the work again. So whatever. There you go Mrs. Wolfspark. You fucking bitch.

Day 03 October 14, 2020

So I did some more research on the Fae. Apparently they’re supposed to be fairies. Honestly, that makes a bit more sense. Yeah, knowing Nate, that makes a lot of sense. The way he was looking at me today, was a bit weird. Then again it was the same with the guys last night after my workout.

They kept saying how stacked I looked. I mean, yeah, I’ve got a little bit of definition in my muscles. Nothing like them though. They could all kill me with a punch if they really wanted to. What surprised me was how willing they were to show me around the gym. They said they wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt myself. I don’t see how I could have. The weights I was using were still almost nothing.

But then they went and challenged me to work harder. I didn’t realize how much I could lift. Though I’m really feeling it today. Even so, I did make sure to look more up on the Fae. Of course Nate already knew it all. He seems to know everything. But he let me talk. It was nice seeing him bob his head whenever I said something. Even if he did have to correct me on a few things.

He kept the correction short and then let me keep going. I don’t know. It’s weird. I didn’t realize how interesting this shit was. Never really looked into my own history. It just never interested me. Hearing how much Nate cared about his, really kind of wanted me to look into it more. But also into his. Apparently there were entire magic systems that they used that human wizards didn’t. Of course some druids could tap into the magic by befriending them. But there’s no way in hell I’d be caught dead living in some forest with bird shit all over me. Absolutely not.

Modern society is too good for me for that. Even if they still can’t figure out how to read a damn receipt. While we were talking over lunch we get our orders and they go and fuck Nate’s up. Nate sits there and doesn’t say anything. I tell him he needs to go and complain. But he refuses.

And then he has the gall to look all sad and disappointed. Like fuck no! I’m not going to have him moping all over just because the stupid people behind the counter can’t get an order right. I take his burger back up to the front counter and complain. They replace it like it’s nothing, of course.

“Thanks…” he says.

I roll my eyes. I don’t need his thanks. “You know you could have done it yourself too.”

“Yeah…”

“God damn it…” I growled at him. He looked so damn pathetic. “If you won’t do it, then I’ll have to do it for you…”

“Do what?” his eyes went wide. I could see those blue pools lit up again.

Suddenly I felt weird. What was I even offering? “I’ll help you out. Got it. If someone’s bothering you or whatever, just ask for help. Alright?” He nodded and then the dopiest smile filled his face. “What?!” I felt myself flush a little bit. This wasn’t something that I normally did. “What’s so funny?”

“Didn’t expect you to be the man of my dreams.”

“Don’t make me take it back,” I told him. But he just had a pleasant smile on his face while we ate our lunch.

Day 04 October 15, 2020

Nate couldn’t meet up with me today. He told me that he’d have a bit more of the project done by Monday. I told him we’d still have to meet up. Even with this stupid quill shit, I don’t want him doing all the project by himself. He told me we would, but I was getting the feeling that he was going to do everything himself. Or kick me out. I’ve been trying! I swear! It’s just he’s so much better at finding information than me. And anything I have found he already knew. So it’s not my fault!

Otherwise I pretty much had a free day today. I tried to look some stuff up online, but something just kept distracting me. I just couldn’t sit still. The entire time my leg just kept shaking and my mind kept wandering back to what Nate was doing. He didn’t even tell me. I thought it’d be something with the project, but he said it wasn’t.

So I just went to work out with Casey. Hoping that it would distract me enough to where I wouldn’t have this uncomfortable feeling around me. It could have also been that a lot of my clothes were really starting to feel uncomfortable too. I’d just bought them at the beginning of the year, but now they’re feeling really tight around me.

Even with the size up spell I did last night, they don’t feel that much better. I want to try it again, but last time I did it twice, the clothes just burst into seams. Casey always makes fun of me for wanting to show off. I tell him it’s just because I haven’t bought new clothes. He says it doesn’t matter. Then always asks me what I’m on.

But it’s weird. I’m not on anything. I don’t know. But it’s weird. Like, I know I always thought that Casey was huge. A guy that I’d always want to be as big as. I mean he’s like 6’1” and 200 pounds of solid muscle. Girls flock to him because he’s got this handsome smile. I don’t know. It’s weird to say this, but I guess I didn’t think he was that weak.

I mean I’ve only been working out for a week and I’ve already caught up to him. He says I must be using something. Or some kind of spell. But I’m not. So then why does he look so small? Maybe I’m just getting ahead of myself. I mean it’s whatever. I just always forget how gay some of the straight guys can act.

Like Casey was all over me today. He kept complimenting me on my size and whatever and then feeling my muscles. I think he was probing for some kind of spell residue. But still. That doesn’t change how he was running his hands over my biceps. Or testing their strength. He had me pose a half dozen ways without my shirt on.

But maybe what’s weirder is that I kind of liked it. I felt hot. Even this straight guy wanted to see each and every one of my hard muscles. I couldn’t believe it. Weirder still is that I almost wanted it to be Nate. Because when I got back to my room stop. No. I’m not going to write that. I don’t care if it’s about Nate. It’s not about the project. I’m not thinking about it. I’m not thinking about it.

This whole stupid journal think is supposed to be about the project! Not just Nate. NO! I’m not writing about it. I’m not thinking about it.

Day 5, October 16 2020

Nate said he couldn’t work on the project with me today. I hope he’s doing alright because he didn’t give me a reason this time either. I don’t want to pry, but I can’t help but worry. He’s always so quiet whenever something’s bothering him. I know we weren’t the best of friends, but he’s been kind of growing on me a little bit.

Since I couldn’t do that now, I just went to the gym with Casey. I really didn’t realize how much of a wimp he was. I mean I always looked up to him but now it just seems silly. Every time I wanted to increase the weight, he’d start complaining about it being too much. But I could go through 12 reps and barely feel it. I’ll probably need to get a new partner soon, because he’s just not cutting it.

I'm just glad he’s cool about it. He invited me over to a party tonight. I needed to get out. My mind kept wandering back to Nate and I figured what better way to get him off my mind than drinking with all those jocks. And then maybe get a woman or two to come home with me. Of course I needed to get new clothes.

Nothing I owned fit me anymore. Even after enlarging the different clothes, they were still far too tight. So I went shopping. Damn did it feel good. I didn’t realize how much I’d grown since I started working out. I thought larges would be fine but they were so tight that I accidentally ripped one while trying it on. I felt so stupid but paid for it anyways.

I needed something bigger. XL felt a little tight, but not too bad. All it did was show off my body all the better. But I knew I needed to get something a little bit bigger. If I was going to keep growing like this, I doubted I’d be able to wear it for long. Then I’d also need something for the party.

There were these black pants and button up shirt that went together. And the black looked so slimming. Even if I still had a 32 inch waist, it somehow made me look even thinner. Or maybe it was just how wide my shoulders were. The guys at the clothing store had so much trouble fitting a shirt with my wide shoulders and thick arms on my thin ass waist. Not that I was complaining. Just meant he had to run his little hands over my body to get the right measurements. He finally gave up.

Not that I cared. I was just going to leave the top button undone anyways. I could see the deep cut between my pecs. It was pretty hot. Had to be the way everyone was checking me out.

It was so weird though. Everyone just felt so small. It seemed like even the biggest jocks there were still an inch or two shorter than me. It was nice seeing their stunned faces. I'd probably have to try working out with some of them later. But I didn't know if they'd be able to keep up. I always figured Casey was really strong, but then working out with him, that seemed to prove me wrong.

I was having a pretty good time there but Nate was still in the back of my mind. I tried drinking more to just focus on the here and now. It didn't work. Even as girls and some guys fondled my body, I went back to thinking about Nate. My plan wasn't working. Mostly because even as i downed the beers i was only feeling a minor buzz. And my clothes were feeling tighter than when I'd bought them. I tried to make an exit. No one wanted me to leave. It took about an hour for me to sneak out. But I did it.

First thing I did was go back to my room. I needed to text Nate. He said we could talk more tomorrow. I felt my heart soar. It was so cheesy but I held my phone against my chest. It didn't feel like he was mad. But there was that strange feeling I had last night too. It kind of just overtook me.

I went back through the journals online. It was the anatomy of the adult fae. I felt my heart start racing. More and more blood flowing through my body. I heard something rip, but I didn't care. My only thoughts were focused on those drawings. The male fae looked so cute. Just like Nate.

But their eyes weren't as big or blue. But that's more likely because it was a drawing. I felt my desire building. I'd been denying it for so long and then I couldn't anymore. I went to his Facespace profile and looked over some of his pictures. He had such a cute smile. And his shaggy blond hair ran all over his face.

I felt my pace quicken. I hadn't even realized my hand was on my cock. But at some point I must have taken off my pants. Or maybe those were the shreds of fabric left over around my chair. It felt so good. I never thought I'd fall for a guy like that but something about him just screamed perfect.

My feet lifted up onto my desk. I wanted to see his smiling face looking down on me, as I… As I… pushed a finger up into my asshole. Oh gods it felt so exhilarating! I'd never felt anything like it. A shock went through my body as the strange tickle pushed deeper into my anus. I didn't want to stop.

Oh gods it just felt so good. Even as I pushed more in, it just felt better. My fingers wormed deeper and deeper inside me. But still I wanted more. It was daring but a second finger shoved its way in. It was a little painful, but worth it. I nearly finished at that. Or maybe it was seeing that cute smiling face looking down on me.

I could almost hear him saying how big I was. Or maybe thanking me for something. Or feeling those small soft hands roll over my abs and up my chest. By the gods I wanted it. And that's when I finished.

Shit… Did I just write that. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Don't be mad Mrs. Wolfspark. I couldn't stop. Once I got started… It just felt so good to write. Even now I'm hard again. Oh gods!

Day 06, October 17, 2020

Nate texted me this morning. He told he wanted to meet up. It was going to have to be in my room though. Apparently all those clothes I bought yesterday were way too small. I don't know how I thought they were big enough. I could barely even fit my hand through the sleeve before it tore apart. Honestly, I'll have to start buying magical clothes because I'm not sure the human store would have anything to fit me anymore.

It was around 11 that Nate came to my room. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he saw just how much I’d grown over the last few days. He barely came up to my chest. His eyes traced each and every one of my hard muscles. I loved how impressed he was.

“Shoot…” he muttered under his breath. I didn’t know what was wrong. He looked so impressed but disappointed at the same time. “This wasn’t what was supposed to happen…”

“Supposed to happen?”

“Damn it... “ it was the first time I heard him curse. “It wasn’t supposed to affect you. It was just supposed to affect someone. It was supposed to create someone out of thin air. But I guess that would have taken up too much magic.” I still didn’t know what he was talking about. I stared at him blankly. “Are you stupid! Look at you! You’re a fucking hulk!”

“Huh?” I looked in the mirror. I could barely see any of myself. My massive body just filled up all the empty space. Still, I flexed my arm. Bigger than any bodybuilder could have dreamed up. But then again, I was nearly twice the size of one anyways. “I am pretty big aren’t I?”

Nate seemed stunned by my answer. His jaw was hanging against the floor again. “Are you serious?”

“Course I’m serious. I could pick you up with one hand,” I did so. He was so light and small, it didn’t take any effort.

“Oh merciful gods!” he cried out. I must have picked him up too quickly. But as soon as he stopped moving he stopped struggling again. “Are you..? Are you not mad?”

“Mad?” Now it was my turn to be confused. “What do I have to be mad about?”

“I accidentally turned you into my perfect man…”

I laughed at him. I didn’t mean to, it just kind of came out. “C’mon man, I’ve been working out for you. Once I started to feel how good it was and how much you liked it only made it better. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you checking me out…”

He went bright red. “It’s not like that! It’s just--”

I cut him off with a kiss. His bashfulness could be cute, but right now I was super horny. I hadn’t seen him for two days and now that he’s finally in my hand I just couldn’t help myself. He pushed against my chest, but then quickly gave in. Naturally he started to take the lead. I put him back on the ground. He took charge. Wherever he pushed, I went. My back laid on the floor while he climbed up on top of me.

His tiny hands rolled over my massive muscles. Just feeling the soft touch run through my body was so amazing. I moaned over and over again as he continued to grope my body. “Those fae really did do a number on you…” he smiled as he looked at my face.

Oh gods! There it was. What I’d been waiting for all week and he finally did it so close to me. I couldn’t help myself. It was embarrassing, sure, but he seemed so understanding. I just couldn’t contain myself. He seemed to enjoy the ride, even if he didn’t enjoy the splash zone as much. “Guess we’ll just have to figure it out later. But for now, we can enjoy the fun and the A.”

I was so happy to hear him say that. I was worried that he was going to cut me out of the project, but he wasn’t. But I’ll make sure to make it up to him when I can. I have quite a few ways that I’m willing to try. And pretty sure he’s going to enjoy them all.