Ancient Tomes - Part 3

 Gabe couldn’t believe that it was all happening again on an even larger scale. Worse, he’d somehow turned the entire swim team into fat, horny beasts that seemed on the verge of descending into an orgy any second.

Indeed, it seemed to be already happening. All around him, men more enormous than any he’d seen began to drop to their knees to suck their neighbor off or bend over a bench in order to get fucked. Sweat and soap provided all the lubricant these behemoths needed, and in moments the sounds of loud sex between huge men began to kill the locker room.

Gabe stood there stunned, staring at what he’d done. This wasn’t the plan at all. He had to get out of there, and fast. 

Not bothering to close the locker, Gabe grabbed his bag and turned to leave only to run face-first into what felt like a brick wall. A soft, warm, and somewhat hairy brick wall, but just as immovable. 

“Oh hey, it’s you again,” said a voice somewhere above the slab of meat that Gabe was staring at. It was a chest, certainly, but one easily several times the size of his own, with wide, perky nips and big areolas. Gabe recognized that chest even before he recognized the voice.

Looking up, Gabe saw the face of the man he’d first transformed three days ago. He was smiling, but it didn’t look like a kind smile.

“Hey guys, I think we’ve got ourselves a chub chaser over here,” the man said, one hand on his chubby hips. A few of the former swim team members who weren’t quite fully engaged took note and began to approach, their drooling cocks wobbling with each lumbering step almost as much as their bouncing bellies. 

“Like what you see,” he said, gesturing at the massive men around the room, all naked, all in some state of sexual congress. Gabe opened and closed his mouth a few times but still couldn’t move. That’s when the first guy Gabe changed stepped forward and grabbed his face far more gently than he would have expected.

“The sumo team plays hard after practice, but they occasionally ask me to join them to cool down. The name’s Roy, by the way.”

Wait, sumo team? This school didn’t have a sumo team, thought Gabe. This was worth taking note. 

Taking his stunned silence as permission, Roy began to lean over his own bulk, his lips puckered. Suddenly, Gabe realized he was leaning in for a kiss.

Gabe finally found his wits and pushed the big man away, although Roy barely budged. “Wait, what’s wrong?” He said, but Gabe had already turned tail and run headlong out of the locker room. Behind him, he could hear laughter as everyone who’d caught the exchange erupted into giggling fits.

Gabe only stopped running once the sound of laughter had finally faded from his mind, which actually took a lot longer than merely getting out of earshot. Other students gave him a curious glance, but no one stopped him. Eventually, Gabe ran out of breath and stopped, his chest heaving as he sucked in great lungfuls of air

He’d done it again. Another test failed, and this time it was worse. Now there was a whole bunch of enormous fatasses and he was no closer to finally attaining his ultimate goal. Gabe wanted to be strong and virile, not so fat that he could barely reach his own dick to jackoff. He couldn’t figure out what he was doing wrong or what caused the entire team to suddenly blimp out. Or what caused them all to start fucking each other--it was reasonable to assume that a few of the former swim team members were gay, but the entire team? It seemed statistically unlikely. 

And it wasn’t just the physical changes, either. It seemed that reality itself had twisted to the spell’s whim. Walking by a trophy case that detailed the school’s athletic accomplishments, he could no longer see a plaque with the swim team’s names on it. Instead, the plaque had been replaced by a photo showing the school’s sumo team--every member a massive beast of a man with huge guts hanging over their mawashi belts.

He couldn’t see Roy in the photo, but then he had mentioned that he wasn’t a member of the sumo team. Roy wasn’t nearly as large as the men in the photos. He was big, stocky, and definitely overburdened with adipose, but he wasn’t a complete lardass like everyone on the sumo team.

Well, it was back to the drawing board. Gabe muttered as he went back to his dorm room where he began planning his next test.