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Bran felt his brain short circuit at what was likely the most perverse magic show he'd go to in his life. He did a double take before rubbing his eyes, though neither did anything to change the sight in front of him, making him realize that what he saw wasn't a trick of any kind. "Wait, what the fuck?!"

"Ooh, I knew you'd like that," Rezzik winked at the severely blushing bull. "But wait, there's more!" Like the first arm, he brought the other one next to his head, though this time not flexing it. Seemingly out of thin air, his arm began to bloat up with enough muscle mass to match its partner. He relished the rapt attention that his client gave him.

"No way!" It hadn't been often, but Bran had heard of certain individuals who could manipulate the properties of their bodies in various ways, though he had no idea that anyone on the planet was capable of shaping their own musculature. The concept had intrigued him as it'd been one of many ideas that he'd come up with over the years to try and make himself feel more confident, but he wasn't entirely sure if it was even possible. All of his questions had simultaneously been answered now that he stared at his therapist performing his deepest desire right in front of him.

Rezzik felt his pulse race as the anticipation of reaching his fullest potential coursed through his body. "Way." Similar to before, he concentrated his mind on his still-raised limbs, feeling pure satisfaction radiate through him when he felt them balloon up immensely, making it look like he was wearing the arms of someone who frequented the local iron pit for hours at a time. He wasn't happy with being so uneven, however, so he puffed out his chest, making the minotaur watch as his pecs began to fill out in real-time, forcing his nipples to point straight down.

Bran was captivated by the display of growth in front of him, his shaft throbbing wildly in his pant leg. He wanted more - he wanted the goblin to keep going as far as he could, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the other man could conceivably reach his enormous size. It was unlikely, but he hoped that it was possible.

Muscle mass continued to pile onto Rezzik's frame as he allowed himself to hit various poses that he barely knew anything about, clearly entertaining his client who did. With each one he added several dozen more pounds of delicious beef, forcing his body to widen in order to accommodate all that would eventually be his.

Pecs that had slight definition previously now barreled out into hefty slabs of meat that did its best to hide the treasure trail running down his torso, while legs that maybe would've gotten a compliment before now thickened into dense cords of banded muscle that could size up a telephone pole.

That wasn't to say that it was only his muscles that got in on the action as his tool throbbed into action, every pump of his hips seeming to jut it out farther and farther so that it actually looked like it matched someone of his engorged stature, in spite of it already being massive. Accompanying that were his balls, which swung wildly in the air as he swelled up, fattening up themselves until he could no longer hold one with only a single hand.

"Woah..." Bran gasped involuntarily as he witnessed the goblin's magnificent expansion. Whatever doubts that he had coming into this therapy session had all but evaporated in his time sitting with the other man. He wanted to see more.

"Oh, I'm glad you're liking this, but don't think I'm done just yet," Rezzik flashed the bull a winning smile. Like before, he pulled one of his brawny arms up into the air, only this time he didn't wait to show the minotaur how far he could push himself. In a matter of seconds, his limb jumped from being noteworthy compared to the rest of his kin to absurdly grotesque, his bicep alone bigger than his head and more than doubling its size when it flexed into split peaks.

The sight of the goblin's preposterous growth nearly dropped Bran's jaw to the floor. He always thought that species who were regularly small didn't have what it took to put on gobs and gobs of muscle mass, and yet here was his therapist who did just that without even having to lift a weight like he did. He couldn't tear his eyes away if he tried.

Wanting to level himself out, Rezzik pumped his other arm out in front of him, the motion adding the dozens of pounds necessary to match his partner. It gave him a goofy, if powerful look, his limbs being the extravagant jewels on the crown that was his body. Maybe before he'd have compared them to steel cables, but now he knew that he'd far surpassed them, able to shred metal to pieces with nary a thought about it.

Each flex of his arms pushed his torso muscles to their limit, though they quickly found themselves growing alongside them as they swelled up to extreme proportions. His traps rose in a fraction of a second to the base of his long ears, tickling them whenever they tensed up. Pecs that already appeared huge for a guy his size now ballooned into monumental boulders that swallowed the space in front of him and looked capable of crushing anything shoved in between them.

While not able to actually get a good look at it, his back bulged out like the rest of him, the peaks and valleys of his densely-packed heft growing monstrous in their difference. A quick roll of his shoulder got him moaning aloud when he felt his enormity press up against itself, unable to push beyond what little room each muscle had for itself. The expansion flared his lats out prodigiously, encouraging his burgeoning frame to accept the size necessary to achieve the perfect ratio between height and width. Hell, he might make the doorway to his office cry now!

The pleasure coursing throughout his body got Rezzik to tense his shoulders as they also bloated outwards, his delts being caked with heavy bulk. His abdominals, too, forced their way into immensity, graduating from looking like bricks stacked on top of one another to cinder blocks that threatened to bow out his midsection into a powerful gut. Not that he'd mind, of course, as it just added to his imposing physique.

Quads that once seemed at home on cyclists would now make them jealous as the muscle group exploded with sinewy heft, veins snaking along his thighs as thick as pencils. The same could be said for his calves as they'd grown well past what a conventional bodybuilder could ever hope to achieve, surging wider than his shin was and thick enough to shatter the foot of anyone who'd even accidentally kick him there.

His ass ballooned out as well, engorging itself with swollen bulk as if each cheek was hooked up to a compressor that pumped out pure muscle. Each dimpled globe bounced as he flexed them, retaining a lot of the mass that accumulated on his form. Not only could they crush certain vehicles simply by sitting on them but they could also crush whatever got wedged between them, and it took a hell of a stud to be able to withstand the pressure that his ass cheeks could produce; he made a lot of guys' nights by powerbottoming the hell out of them.

Last but not least in the slightest was his tremendous cock, which embiggened to immense proportions in an effort to keep up to the rest of him. It staggeringly shot past its normal mark, not content enough to nestle underneath his swollen pectorals but instead rocketing right past them to become just about the only other body part that he could easily see at that point. Its girth also flared wide, fattening past the breadth of what his waist used to be, though encroaching on the territory of what his waist was now. If there was one thing that impressed him every time that he grew, it would be his leviathan fuckmeat.

And what good would a colossal ass-plugger be without a set of testosterone factories to pair with it? As his libido welled up inside of him, so too did his cum tanks, swelling themselves larger as they audibly gurgled with his potent goblinbatter. He huffed as his hand shot to whatever part of his balls that he could reach, feeling them churn up seed the hornier that he got.

As if acting like the cherry on top of his muscular sundae, Rezzik's body hair erupted all over, coating him in a masculine dusting of red hair that nearly resembled fur in some locations. His treasure trail blossomed into a veritable forest, his pits and crotch grew bushes unkempt, and his ass grew in hair that covered the inside of his crack; he learned that was a crowd-pleaser. "There, is that suitable enough for you now?"