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Molded like Clay Part 01
🕑 Added 2021-02-10 02:17:00 +0000 UTC“All I need is a bit of DNA,” Jeff said. He plucked a hair from Ty’s head and put it into the clay.
“Hey!” Ty shouted at the unexpected action.
“Quit being a baby. You’re the one who said you wanted me to do it. So I’m doing it. Now watch.” Jeff started chanting a series of words. Each one seemed to be intentional but Ty didn’t know a single one. It sounded like pure gibberish. However, that didn’t mean something wasn’t happening. The clay was rapidly changing before him.
The lump raised up into a large pillar. Then pieces of it started to pick away. The form was messy at first but a clear shape was starting to form. More and more it took a human like shape. And then it was looking more and more like him. “Woah…” Ty smiled as he got nice and close to it. He could see the features that really made it look like him.
Being a wrestler, Ty had a fit athletic body. His muscles were lean but strong. Without much effort, he was able to be able to move around the other guys and push them down on the mat before they even realized what hit them. But still, college was almost over and there weren’t too many applications for wrestling once he graduated. Going into business, he wouldn’t be able to be a gym coach and then there was no way he would ever be good enough for the olympics.
“So that’s it?” Ty looked down at the clay model of himself. Then noticed something very specific. “Why doesn’t he have any clothes on?!”
“That’s part of the spell idiot,” Jeff said. He grabbed the clay doll and set it on the ground.
“Hey!” Ty felt something weird on his body. For a second he wasn’t able to move. His arms were forced down to his sides. But then it stopped. “What the hell was that?”
“That’s part of the spell,” Jeff looked down to hell as though Satan might be able to help him understand how stupid some humans were. “It’s a doll that represents you. Just give me a second.” Jeff started to move his hands in a mysterious way. Little bits of color jutted out of his fingertips and splashes of it off the doll. But the doll was growing. Taller and taller until it was the same height as Ty.
“WOAH!” Ty got up close and personal with his replica. It looked exactly like him, all the way down to his scar from taking out his appendix. But that also meant his penis as well. The small member barely poked out in front of him and was usually a disappoint if the women he had sex with weren’t too drunk.
“So,” Jeff clapped his hands, bringing Ty back out of his disappointment, “what do you want to change first?”
“Uhhh… How about just making me a bit bigger,” Ty said.
“20 pounds alright?” Jeff said as he grabbed a large lump of clay. He tossed it back and forth in his hands as he poured more of his magic inside of it. Bright sparks of color surrounded it as it levitated in between his hands. Ty nodded. “Alright. Here you go!” Jeff press the clay against the mannequin.
Ty jumped back in surprise. “What the fuck!” it felt like he’d been punched in the chest. He looked down, padding at his chest where he was sure there had to be a bruise. But there wasn’t any pain. It was something else. Something he couldn’t quite describe as his body was changing. Almost like it was being moulded. Like there was a little push and pull against each of his muscles.
They grew larger. Fuller with more power. Veins bulged out of his skin. But it was the muscle itself that was bigger. It started out at his chest, his decently built chest pushed further out in front of him. The two muscles rounded out as his nipples pressed harder against the fabric of his shirt.
That sleeveless shirt raised up as two strong traps grew next to his widening shoulders. The bottom set of abs. They tightened to an unbelievable degree. Even in the low light of the room, heavy shadows cast between each of the six muscles. His biceps bulked up to a degree he’d never thought was possible. He’d always kept them a bit leaner, for better maneuverability, but now they were bigger without flexing than they had been when he was.
He spun around looking at every bit of his body. Then examining the mannequin of him again. They looked exactly the same. “Holy shit… It worked!”
“Course it worked, asshole,” Jeff crossed his arms. “You think I don’t know my magic? Just been studying it for the last four years while you learned about numbers and shit.”
“Fuck you. Accountants are important,” Ty said. “But…” he smiled uncomfortably. His clothes had not grown with him and the shirt that had felt perfect was now painfully tight. As were the tennis shoes he was wearing. “Could you… Make my clothes bigger too?”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “Wah… Wah… Wah…” he mocked Ty like a baby. “All you do is want.” He pretended like it was a hassle but a quick spark of color shot out of his finger and the clothes and they quickly changed to something more his size. But it wasn’t the same laze around the dorm clothes they had been, but rather a nice maroon button up, tucked inside a pair of black pants. His shoes turned pitch black but were still rather comfortable running shoes. “Good?”
“Yeah!” Ty smiled. Having a warlock as a roommate was really useful. “So… What’s up with this thing?”
“Technically it’s another part of you. It uses your DNA and fuses with your essence. Whatever changes are made to it are also made to you,” Jeff explained.
“But why did I feel it when you pushed a bunch of that clay inside me?”
“Oh! That? It’s because it’s also part of you. If I touch you it’s like I’m actually touching you.”Jeff poked at the mannequin’s side and Ty instantly felt it against his. “See?”
“I do…” Ty held his hand out cautiously. He wanted to touch it so badly, but didn’t know anything about magic. Slowly, his hand reached out to the muscular chest in front of him. “Woah…” he muttered as he could feel the firm hand pushing against his own. “This is crazy.”
“Uh-huh. But we need to keep it a secret. I don’t need someone trying to jack it and steal it as their own. Everyone in the magic department has to have their own projects and if someone steals it, I’m not going to be able to graduate. Got it?”
“Got it,” Ty said.
“Good. Now are you done playing with yourself?”
Ty jumped back. Then laughed. “Hey… Could you… You know.” His eyes pointed downward.
“For the love of…” Jeff grabbed a tiny sliver of clay.
“Come one a little more than that,” Ty mused.
“It’s a lot. This thing is technically only 6 or 8 inches tall right now it’s 6 feet. There’s a composition of mass or whatever. Put too much on and your dick will be bigger than your arm.”
“That so bad?”
Jeff ignored him and dropped the clay onto the other man’s dick. It absorbed into the mannequin. “Guess you’re more of a grower.”
“Fuck you,” Ty gave him a friendly punch to the chest.
“You wish,” Jeff smirked back. “But let’s get to Tim’s. The party’s about to start!” Before he left, Jeff shrank the mannequin back down to it’s more doll-like size. He set it in the desk and the two left to go to a party on campus.
Comments
Hugh Michelsen
Great start!
