This choice: You push past him and dive into the pool, drinking mouthfuls on your own. • Go Back...Chapter #5Gulping some Glade-o-raid by: wowee   “Why should he have claim to a glade that should be for everyone!” you ask the guardian feeling unfairly handicapped in this new world.
“Hey finders keepers kid, now are you in or out for a little bit OF THE OLE IN 'N' OUT?” He asks moving his torso with a thrusting motion for added effect. His monstrous member is at full length reaching what must be a yard in front of him while his balls looked like they were already swelling with cum in anticipation growing to the size of large bowling balls. You think about his offer, and you’d definitely like to be bigger, small was something you just weren’t used to, but something doesn’t sit right with you about him. Maybe under certain circumstances you might want to have a go with this guy, but out here and alone, who knows how adventurous this guy might get! Plus considering the size difference between the two of you it’s not like fighting back would do you a lot of good. So for now, you’d definitely be staying far away from the beach ball sized testicles and corn hole splitter, oak of a penis.
If even he was comparatively small here, then you’d have to get bigger a lot bigger, and fast! You had to get to that lake! You trust that your powerful physique could help you beat him to the lake. From there…well…you’d never been one to believe in magic and wishes, but now was as good as ever to start!
You tense your muscles and then begin taking off like a bolt of lightning, it takes a few seconds before the satyr realizes what you’re up to and he gives chase. Running at a charger’s pace, your powerful legs pull you to the water's edge before he can catch you. You dive deep into the mystic water.
The satyr looks off at you from the shore and yells threats, not daring to follow you completely into the mysterious amber waters of the lake that contains such raw magical power. You gulp down mouthfuls of the strange fluid. It’s fizzy almost of it was carbonated, and it tastes quite bizarre but not unpleasant, like a mix of fresh lemons and warm cinnamon floating around your mouth and tongue. You swallow mouthful after mouthful till your stomach distends it’s so full.
You come up for air, and look around for goat-boy but no sign of him. You don’t hear any splashing around you, so you dive down again loaded up with the magic liquid you follow through with the second part he mentioned: Willing your body to grow, by moving the energies with your mind. Unsure of exactly what he meant, you close your eyes and focus your mind on size and growth.
Clearly as if the pool was amplifying you imagination or reading your thoughts, you see yourself in your younger years just around puberty at the doctor’s office. "Well he’s perfectly healthy..." the doctor had just told your parents. "It looks like he's just going to keep growing and growing.” He turns to you and smiles “You’ve got great genes boy, so make sure you don't waste them.” You nod, standing at 5’10 you were already taller than both your parents and the doctor, but you weren’t close to the the tallest at your high school. The doctor's words inspired you though and from that day on you worked your body to the limits, filling up on calories protein, and most of the food in the house fell victim to your growing appetite. You remember excitedly waking up in the morning to see if you’d grown another inch taller, (or longer.) And grow you did! Reaching your current height of 6’11 by college, and by then you were completely ripped. You lived up to your size potential, and you loved how big you felt, and never abused it wrongly by bully others; you were friendly to everyone, and especially friendly with a certain few… You loved the way the guys and ladies on campus would complement your body. Or when the freaked at how well hung you were. Damn did it make you feel sexy! Erotically thinking about your size, you can feel your hard on returning and soon the feeling spreads through your body, emanating a warmth while your heart was racing and the feeling of blood or something akin to it was surging throughout your whole body. Unable to hold your breath any longer your arms tiredly bring you to the shoreline.
You reach the glade’s banks, but your body feeling completely intoxicated at the moment collapses. Face down with nothing to physically compare yourself too you’re unable to see if your plans have worked or not. A scary thought runs through your mind, what if you drank too much or the magic misfired? What if you shrunk or something even worse than that!
“There you are!” you hear the voice of the call from somewhere nearby, then followed by the clacking and beating of his hoofs against the ground as he approaches you. “I’ll have my way with you yet! Whether you want it or not! I may never get a chance like this again!” Now sounding quite enthused the voice was coming closer still.
The statement electrifies your body, you tell yourself you’ve got to get up and move. That’s when you manage to stand up and see…
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