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Muscles at a Bargain For Magnus Strange and Shark Mike By Draconicon

Mike was not sure how he expected things to be better today, but they weren't. The shark had been pushing himself as hard as he possibly could to get even stronger, but no matter what he did, it just wasn't showing any results.

Then again, he was already stronger than almost anyone else in the gym. His arms and his legs were thick with muscle, and his broad shoulders were nearly too thick to show any neck between them and his head. His tail bulged all the way down, ready to sweep anyone that came near, and his chest was as hard as a piece of rock with all the muscle that he'd piled on. These days, to get a good lift, he had to use more than one bar and stuff them full with as much weight as he could get.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Buff, swollen with muscle he might be, but further progress eluded him. He was stuck.

Heh, I'd need magic if I wanted to get past where I'm at now, he thought as he shoved the locker room door open. A couple of dweebs ran past him, rushing out so that they weren't in the same place as him. They were puny, positively tiny, but he still didn't like that he was only so far above them. Magic...heh...not like I'm going to find that anytime soon.

The shark shook his head as he walked over to his locker, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it inside. He was just starting to work on his shorts when he caught the hint of a different smell in the air. Not sweat but...musk.

Fuck, was someone jerking off in here or something? he wondered, rubbing his face a few times to try and get rid of the scent. It didn't work. All that he managed was to get it stronger, almost like he was rubbing it into his face. He grunted, snorting through his nose and mouth to try and clear it, but the smell...

"Fuck! What the fucking fuck?"

"Are you bothered by my odor?"

He turned at the voice, half-expecting to find some rat in the corner from how potent that musk had become. Instead, he found himself face to face with some sort of...he didn't know. The creature looked like a gator, but at the same time, it looked like there was something else there, something burning, something...wrong. It loomed over him by a couple of inches, and looked down with the imperial authority that he'd seen on a couple of history channel shows when they were interviewing royalty.

It was the muscles, though, that really got to him. The gator was as buff and built up as he was, no, more so. He was thicker in the arms and legs, pushing the image of a walking bundle of muscles to its absolute limits. The gator's scales shimmered in the locker room light, covered in a layer of sweat as if fresh from a workout, and he seemed amused.

"It seems that you are not overly bothered if you don't have anything to say."

"What the -"

"At any rate, comments on my scent are not why I'm here. I'm here for a very different reason."

The gator was there, and then he wasn't. Mike jumped as he felt a scaly hand on his shoulder, whipping around to find the strange scaly between him and the lockers behind him. The creature chuckled, shaking its head.

"You are a flighty one, aren't you?"

"I'm wondering who the fuck you are."

"My name is Magnus, and I'm here to make a deal."

"What - what even are you? What deal?"

"To make you even stronger."

The shark hesitated, narrowing his eyes at the gator. Not that it did anything, with how the other scaly was standing with such confidence, but it made him feel better.

Even stronger. The phrase was a good one and acknowledged his work so far, but at the same time, he wondered just what could even be done at this stage. Unless...The way that the gator had been moving. Was that magic? Was that something that could be happening? Maybe. But if it was...

He smiled.

"What do I gotta pay for that?"

"Not much. Not nearly as much as my compatriots would charge. A simple favor -"

"Done."

"You don't want to know about the rest of the contract?"

"You want a favor, and I get muscles. That's all I need to hear."

"...Well, if you wish."

The gator offered his hand, and Mike took it without the slightest hesitation. As soon as they squeezed, he felt both the tremendous muscle power of the other man, and - behind that - something else. Magic, for sure. It tingled and swirled in the air too much to be anything else. He grinned, waiting for its effects.

It started as soon as the bigger gator let go of him. He felt the tingle shoot from his fingertips to his throat and down into the rest of his body. It spread with tingling, shocking sensations, running down to his toes, and then back up as if it was exploring him, finding the places that needed to be stronger.

Everywhere, he thought. Make me stronger everywhere.

What followed was a strange feeling of movement and swelling, like everything was getting worked out in hyper-fast time. Mike could feel the soreness, the recovery, and then the soreness again from a hundred workouts passing by in the space of a few seconds. Each sudden throb made him groan, and when he looked to see it changing, he could not be happier with the results.

His arms were the first place he looked, and he deliberately clenched and flexed to see his muscles as they were. His biceps were huge, but even then were getting bigger, muscle swelling, and pushing out. The lumps on his arms were getting more substantial, more detailed, almost like new muscles and new muscle types were getting thrown on in addition to everything else. He panted, feeling it swell up, making his skin feel like it was getting stretched tighter and tighter over his own body.

The effects spread out everywhere, from his chest turning into slabs of fleshy armor, forming a pectoral shelf that anyone could be proud of, down to the way that his thighs forced each other apart from the sheer thickness that came with his new muscles. His head almost felt like it was getting stuck pointed forward, trapped by some of the pure muscle sizes that he was getting, but he didn't care. He loved it.

More and more muscle kept growing on him, and he wriggled into it, feeling it spreading. It pushed him upwards, almost like his body was growing to make room for even more muscle. He reached the gator's height, and then exceeded it, becoming so huge that he knew he'd dwarf anyone else in the gym with ease.

His shorts were pulled tight to his waist, but even as his ass started to grow - the glutes taking on a greater definition, and then greater mass - he could feel it giving way. The shark panted, hunched over forwards as he felt the tightness of the waistband getting worse and worse, his body getting too big to be contained. Throughout it all, the gator kept watching him with a smirking grin on his face, but Mike was too focused on caring what it meant. All that mattered was the feeling of getting stronger.

He soared upwards, nearly eight feet tall by the time he stopped growing. The shorts had ripped completely by then, his cock hanging out and looking just as impressive as ever, almost liked the gator had given him some proportional growth down there. Mike grinned to himself, shaking his head a few times in awe at his new body. Not quite as much mobility compared to what he used to have...but hey, it was still so much stronger, so much bigger.

As he caught his breath, he turned his head to the gator. Had to be magic, and he had to respect that. Mike chuckled.

"Well, fuck, you really can do some pretty awesome shit."

He shook his head.

"What do you need from me? You said you wanted a favor. What is it?"

"Quite simple, honestly."

The gator twitched his finger, and suddenly Mike gasped, almost feeling like there was some sort of unzipping sensation happening just behind his balls. The shark reached down, grunting as he felt between his hardened thighs, trying to figure out just what was going on.

It didn't take long for him to find the new hole between his legs, just behind his sack. Nor did he imagine it when he thought it was dripping.

"You see, I planned on taking favor from your body when we were done. When one is a demon of such power as myself, then one becomes...interested in extremes. You want to see just what can happen if, for example, you take someone to the highest heights of masculine musculature, allow it to feel confident in itself, to make that sheer power obvious, and then to take it away. You see, to me, there will not be any use to you other than that new hole between your legs.

"Your favor, Mike, will be that of becoming my little toy. You will be seen all the time, the strongest shark in the world, reduced to nothing but riding cock with his new pussy."

"Ugh! Get rid of it, you fucking faggot! I swear I'll -"

He threw a fist in anger, and the gator caught it without even trying. The scent in the air, the musk that had announced him the first time, suddenly swelled, filling his nose and almost making him gasp for breath from its sheer strength. Mike fell back, trying to filter the scent out, but it was always there, getting stronger, getting into his head.

He couldn't move as the gator lifted one of his legs, the shark balancing on the other as a thick cock was pressed against his new hole. A cock head the size of four fingers worked its way in, somehow giving him nothing but pleasure.

"You should have let me explain the favor first, Mike. Otherwise, you'd never have gotten into this situation."

He tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a groan as the gator slammed in deep, robbing him of his virginity, and his mind.

The End