I move closer to him, and he backs up quickly until he hits the invisible wall of the pentagram. With every step I take towards him I grow larger in s...ze until I'm over eight feet tall. I reach for him with a claw and slowly rip open the front of his shirt and pants."Ooo-la-la! What have we here?" What's happening to me?!" he shouts."Isn't it obvious?" I ask him as his waist visibly slims down and his gut flattens out. The changes so far have been mostly isolated to his belly and internals.... I remember being introduced by Jean Marie in the library on the occasion of a shopping spree. Some time later, not realising that the two of them were already having an affair, I was being driven by JM to Tegel, en route to London. In the vehicle I casually remarked to him how much I rather fancied her. There now took place a degree of misunderstanding since, whilst what I said was the truth, it was intended rhetorically. Not realising the significance of what I had said, Jean Marie proposed. I can see the need for wrestler nannies and sumo bodyguards as I grew (I forgot to mention my parents were quite well off?) But was there really a need for weighted braces and the constant injections to debilitate me? I was told since I could remember that I was weak, and the braces helped me to stand, and the injections helped me with my weakness. It was harped constantly that I needed to focus on my intellect and my spiritual development, to offset my physical defects.I suppose I was grateful. But first I checked on John. The piss stained boxers lay on the floor. I picked them up and held them to my nose. They smelled of sweat and musk. I carried them into the bedroom and crawled into bed. I awoke with a start. The ceiling light was on. I normally slept on my stomach facing away from the door. I felt him crawl into my bed with me. I raised up slightly, he had shed his robe. His flacid penis hung long over a pair of very heavy, very hairy balls. His hair was tussled and he.