10 Seconds Free

Sal looked at his appointment card, already having second thoughts. When his friends told him they'd booked him a session with a self-improvement wizard, he thought they meant, like, really skilled. Or maybe just an insult. Or at worst a hypnotist.

But the building his appointment card led him to sure did look like a stormy stone tower despite being exactly where he could swear an apartment complex was on any other day.

Not that he wasn't excited about magic maybe being real, he just... didn't really know how to act on that. He had only barely gotten up the courage to accept his friend's gift, an extra short session, wizards were -expensive- apparently, of "confidence boosting".

Well... the first step to being confident was to want to be, probably. And if he got turned into a newt it wasn't like that was -much- worse than being the sixty pound literal featherweight of a crow that he was.

The door opened all by itself. It probably wasn't the best start for someone already a little worried about things. A spectral hand picked up a clipboard and pen from a desk inside the doorway and pressed it into Sal's hands firmly. It was a pretty normal looking intake form (name, address, date, height and weight, etc) until it got to the midpoint.

"Please identify areas causing gaps in your confidence.

Height [ ]

Strength [ ]

Endowments [ ]

Hair Loss [ ]

Gender [ ] (Please specify which you would prefer __________________)

Other [ ] (Please specify [i]quickly[/i] when inside the door)

As the door clicked shut ominously behind him, illusory arrows seemed to lead him onwards and upwards in the tower, up the scary winding staircase... but there was also an elevator with a button for the "arcane laboratory", which seemed like the right place.

"Er, what?" Sal said to himself when he hit the stranger parts of the form. His desire to project confidence immediately faltered as he had to ask himself that question. Strength was a no brainer, he complained there immediately, but did he really want to admit to not having enough of anything else?

...Actually, if it was hypnotism, it could be funny, and if it was actual magic, he didn't have much to use. Sal checked Strength, Endowments, and Gender [choosing Male] as he stepped inside and... took a deep breath, pushing the button for Arcane Laboratory.

This was already too surreal to properly deal with alone, might as well roll with it.

At the top of the stairs, the resident wizard, Nicholas the Magnificent rat mage extraordinaire was waiting to greet the patient with ominous fanfare...

...but just sighed as Sal came out of the elevator instead. "Dammit, they never follow the arrows. Doesn't anybody appreciate showmanship these days?" he asked, seemingly speaking to nobody. He rolled his eyes, eyebrows raised in weary disdain as he padded over to inspect the checklist. "Okay then... Salll," he murmured, quickly digesting the information on the form, taking it from the crow's hands. "Looks like you're booked in for the shortest possible session, which is ten seconds. If you'd like to sit in the chair over there..."

Nicholas gestured over to a comfy-looking armchair, the black and white-furred rat adjusting his spectacles as he examined the checklist. "Okay, so you want strength, shaft, and more masculinity, right? It's worth adding a little extra height in as well if you're getting all that just so there's enough room on your frame to carry it all, but if you want to be a wide crow, that's no skin off my back."

"Uh, go ahead, then, yeah, I can be tall?" Sal more squeaked than spoke, but he sat in the chair. The rat looked... normal-ish. Could have been any of his friends really. "Wait, ten seconds? Is that enough time to do anything? Or wait, my questions don't count to that time do they????"

"Nope," the rat replied, pushing some strands of hair behind his ears. "Only when the good shit starts." Nick ticked off the "height" box on the checklist, before dropping it entirely...

Unexpectedly, it seemed like the air itself picked up the checklist, separating it from the clipboard and filing it away for later reference. "But yeah, I can get a lot done in ten seconds."

"Oh, okay, sorry I'm really new to this. A few friends signed me up so I'm not 100% sure on what we're doing. Is this, like, an illusion spell to help me see myself that way?" Sal still felt a little weird saying spell.

"No. Honestly, I just give people what they say they want, and if they're still not happy, then they can go to therapy or whatever. Or come back here. I do offer a "mindless drone" package; some people really like not having to make any choices ever again. At least, they say they do, it's hard to get a real answer out of them afterwards... AAAAANYWAY, make sure what you want is what you said, because I'm currently trying to thread a moderately beefy spell and having to redo it is a real pain in the ass." The rat seemed pretty nonchalant, but he certainly seemed the part once his hands started glowing with unearthly blue light and sigils started forming in the air.

Now that was absurd. Sal supposed it checked out in one sense, stories about wizards usually involved somebody getting pissed about getting everything they wanted - but only because authors lacked any wizarding skills of their own and were trying to convince themselves the grapes were sour. Sal was quite certain that if he ever got everything he wanted the only possible problem would be...

Sal didn't finish the thought, having gotten so distracted he'd made it to the time of the actual zapping

Sal felt an immediate buzz throughout his entire body as his ten seconds started. Everything was happening all at once, it seemed. Of course, bones lengthening out of nowhere would probably be pretty painful... which is why the spell was programmed to just make everything feel good instead. Height creeped into his bones. Muscles swelled through his body, making thin and reedy limbs plump up. Five seconds passed, and he already felt like he could make a pretty passable gymnast! Well, perhaps the extra weight on his thighs would be an issue...

"Oh, shit, hold on," The rat waved his hand at a sigil, which seemed to spin listlessly in the air instead of... doing anything. Nick pulled his phone from his pocket, answering it as he turned away from Sal. "Hello? Yeah, hey. Yeah, with a client, I was just- HOW MUCH? Oh come the fuck on." Nick seemed... distracted, to say the least, and was definitely not paying attention to the bird behind him.

 "FUCK!" Sal squawked once, at the very start, as what he knew about biology was confirmed false. The sensations alone were overwhelming. Not just because of the forced pleasure, but because of what he could tell was happening to him... and how he felt about it. He didn't just feel bigger, he didn't just feel the delight of every nerve on his cock stretching and overstimulating with no way to feel pain.

He felt -strong-. The rush of testosterone flooding his brain was like he'd just won a fight, or accomplished a long term goal, or finished a long term goal.

In the first five seconds.

In the second, it was like all those things at once, as his body grew a swimmer's physique with even more abs and his face twisted into a pleased smirk at the cock now halfway down his thighs.

Then his wizard got a call, and stopped paying attention to the spell right when it should be ending.

Sal wasn't rude enough to interrupt the call, of course.

But he did feel up to quietly telling the magic to just keep going.

Nick looked over his shoulder for a moment at that yelp, but wasn't really watching. "Shh!" he chided, going back to his phone. "Okay, okay. It's all good. Listen, I'm gonna send some air elementals to help you. Just stall for ten minutes or so by inspecting the merchandise and all that, and then when they turn up, just jack it all."

There was some brief backlash in the room that sent papers fluttering and subsequently some spectral hands chasing after stray sheets as a few hazy shapes appeared - creatures of cold fog that loomed over the room. "Okay, boys, go find the apprentice!"

It was hard for Sal to focus on that, though. More height surged through his body as the chair began to feel like a tight fit for powerful thighs. It felt pretty good, all told, outgrowing the chair, particularly as his cock was finding it ever more difficult to fit between his legs. A little jostling was required to ensure the whole package wasn't squished.

Sal could do better than jostle, especially as that 'top of the world' feeling kept getting stronger. He watched the magic like a hawk, now, checking its swirls and eddies and seeing what he could as the spell ran its course. Stalking it like an owl in flight.

And just as silent. No creaking chair, no groaning clothes. Sal stood up and stretched, his now seven foot frame shaking pecs and biceps with the twitch of taunt muscle as he really bothered to feel how his muscles moved.

As well as testing them, taking a sharpened talon and slicing through his shirt before it could burst more messily, opening a chest like two slabs and eight pack abs trailing down to his massive cock... before he flexed, hard, and the sleeves were in ruins as well, leaving Sal clad in a vest that was very much an ex-dress shirt.

The pants he simply took off. Although with how thick his thighs were getting and how much fat cock he had in the way this was actually considerably trickier than dismantling his shirt, especially since denim was -loud- and he didn't want to rip it.

...Well, he ripped it a tiny bit, just to see if he could.

It wasn't hard.

The rip was conveniently covered with a loud expletive as the rat cursed down the phone. "Come the FUCK on. Did they really think that price was anywhere near acceptable? Please... So is the stuff all good otherwise?"

Even that vest was doing its best to hold things together, clinging to a rock-hard body that was only getting bigger and better the longer that spell continued. Another foot in height as the rat wasted precious seconds yapping on the phone, the crow's shaft bobbing across thick thighs that could choke out a steer... probably. It wasn't like Sal had done that before, but he certainly felt like he could.

Nick's nose twitched a little. He turned around, raising his eyebrow, then muttered into his phone. "Ah, shit, gotta go. Call you back."

"Hey! Looks like you got a little extra for free! Don't mind me, just gonna... cut that off, now." The wizard reached out for the sigil again...

Huh. With them both standing and Sal's new height, the rat's face was at the exact right level to be pressed into the meatiest part of the crow's pecs.

An observation made by both of them at around the same time it happened, the bird stepping up with incredible speed and pulling the rat in, teasing his tail.

"Nah," Sal said, "you should keep going~ see how far you can take it." Sal's voice was still soft, but it had dropped a couple octaves, and was now a bassy whisper that seemed to carry throughout the tower.

Of course, that, combined with the special emphasis he put on 'take it' made it clear what the crow was suggesting. Sal didn't actually know if the rat was gay - in fact he'd been sure he himself hadn't been - but he couldn't blame anyone on the -planet- for wanting the cock slowly hardening between the two of them, every throb making it just a little thicker, pushing the rat back all its own.

The crow was exuding masculinity, and it was pretty easy to determine that when the rat's nose was wedged into Sal's pecs. He smelled good - always important for a rat's sensitive nose - and there was real steely power in those arms. If those arms weren't keeping him out of arms' reach of his spell so he could turn it off and count the crow as a repeat customer when he inevitably wanted another taste, it'd be even better!

...but hell, that was a tempting looking dick. Sal felt the rat's own dick prodding up against a muscular black-feathered thigh. "Take it? I mean, I could keep going all night, but... wait, which thing are we talking about again?" Nick offered an uneven smile as the crow continued to squeeze him into powerful muscles, eyes trying to flicker over to the spell, hand trying to stretch just a little more…

"Hmmm, good question!" Sal teased, twirling the rat away in a mock-waltz. "Obviously I should keep getting stronger and manlier, there's no reason for that to stop ever." Sal's toes curled, and his talons dug straight through the stone, carving little furrows in the floor. Furrows that rapidly filled in with heavy drops of pre, now beading at the tip of his cock in a volume and thickness equal to a lesser man's pent up money shot.

"But I do need to fit in my boyfriend's bedroom. And in my boyfriend as well! I don't suppose wizard magic makes you stretchy, does it?" Sal was ready to ruin every remotely sexy person on the planet... but, ruin them for other partners. Not straight up kill them. It would be -very- convenient if the surprisingly cute when flustered rat knew how to take it rough

Ah, dammit, that was good marble! He'd have to use a mending spell to fix that- wait, the bird was carving through stone? The rat's eyebrows raised further at that second statement, though, eyes fixed firmly on that cock that just kept getting bigger. "We're, uh, boyfriends now? I mean... er, yeah, I can do stretchy magic. Didn't you read the ad? Transmutation and mentalism are a speciality!" The rat adjusted his collar briefly, a small smirk of pride appearing on his face... oh, right, situation unfolding. Got it.

He wiped his hair out of his face after that twirl, neck beginning to cramp a little as he kept creeping upwards. More and more muscle packing itself onto that sturdy frame... more and more testosterone starting to affect the mind and body. Nick was... definitely not opposed to that, it seemed. "Ah, fuck. Okay, you're very convincing. Do you like to stand and carry? Should keep us going long enough for you to drag us to said bedroom."

"Gurgle in the correct direction." Sal ordered, and that was all he needed. The bird peeled the wizard's clothes off, spun him around, and speared him.

Well, it wasn't quite that violent. Sal took it slow at first, made sure the rat could take his incredible girth safely. Felt up the wizard's plush cheeks, teased his tail a little in his beak. But Sal was aggressively lubed up, Nick was relatively loose, and Sal was quite a bit stronger than any man had any business being.

So it was still only a couple seconds until the master of magic was being worn like a cock sock by the towering slab of jet black masculinity he'd created, the bird casually sliding him like an onahole and resisting the urge to find the bedroom by literally fucking his new partner through the walls.

This time around, the stairs were a safer bet. With how much the bird was growing and how much power there was packed within those legs, it was... probably inadvisable for a powerful mage and an increasingly strong crow to pound out an orgasm or two in an increasingly cramped metal box. "Oh, a gentleman!" cooed Nick as his tail was deftly teased. The sentiment was somewhat lost when he plummeted down that spear like a carnival drop tower, stealing a squeak that rang around the walls from his lungs.

"Oooough... fuggoff. Not you, the..." Nick gestured briefly to the stairwell, throwing a spell towards them. The handy arrows that were meant to lead upstairs instead twisted around, pointing further upstairs. Made sense that the rat would make his nest at the top of the tower. To make things a little easier, Nick tried to wrap his legs around the crow's waist... but that was one considerably thick torso with a thick set of abs to contend with, every step smearing him against a wall of muscle.

Sal decided to help out, curling his wings around to stabilize them and wrapping his hands around the rat's much smaller legs, pulling them into position around his waist as he tried -very hard- not to flex it. It might have come across as condescending if the crow wasn't such a wild ride.

Sal -strutted-, his natural stride having to deal with ionic pillar thighs and bowling ball sized nads to swing around, and the trip to Nick's bedroom had him bouncing wildly up and down just from the flick of the crow's hips and the roughness of his steps. It didn't help that Sal was shaking the tower on every step. And it -really- didn't help that he was pouring pre like a faucet, now. Thick, sticky jizz filling him up and stopped from leaving by the still-swelling spire plugging every millimeter of his holes.

However, Sal still stopped at the bedroom door. He was -pretty- sure that if he turned a doorknob he'd break it well before he could actually tell if it was locked, and he was trying to be a gentleman after all.

The rat was increasingly feeling like a condom with the warm reserve of surprisingly-thick pre, but buried his head into the bird's chest anyway. A comfortable pit of warm feathers where he could let the sensations flow through him and turn off his brain.

By the time they reached that bedroom door, the rat was feeling well-fucked already, his own cock drooling across the floor and leaving a trail behind them that animated objects hurried to clean up. Sal stood there for a moment, idly growing with every pump of his heart, every one stretching the rat just that little bit wider. It took a moment for Nick to realise where they were, and he resettled the glasses on his face. "Oh! Fuck, uh, open sesame or whatever."

There was the loud clang of a bell and a series of clicks behind the doorway before the door simply swung open. The noise and commotion of it definitely made it seem like more of a safety bypass than the intended method of opening, but that wasn't terribly important when there was a nice vast bed to sprawl out on ahead of them.

Sal took advantage, laying the wizard on the bed, running surprisingly gentle fingers through his hair, tickling his cock with the tips of his wings, making sure the wizard was aimed someplace he wouldn't make -too- much of a mess when he inevitably launched.

And, of course, pounding the hell out of him. Sal had already found the rat's prostate, a tiny clump fighting feebly back against the crow's hose-sized black veins, and he'd already felt the rat -twitch- when he touched certain deeper parts of him. So Sal simply had to adopt a rhythm. An elegant waltz touching the wizard's most sensitive spots and then withdrawing for just a hint of breathing room.

A waltz with several tons of force behind it, but y'know.

"Cum for me," Sal whispered, "I want to thank you, make you feel perfect. THEN you can feel perfection."

It was perhaps only a matter of time until that particular bomb went off. The pounding continued apace, gargantuan dick expertly drilling down to the prostate to steal a squirm before withdrawing again and again. Heavy breathing and tantalized moans were smashed out of him with those heavy impacts, the sensation in his legs too weak to sit up or push back.

Delicate a waltz as it may have been, however, there was an inevitability waiting to happen. A thick rope of seed snapped a leg off of one of the nightstands as the rat clenched his teeth and groaned, tail standing out as straight as he wasn't behind him. "Ohhhhhh... fuck, oh man," he panted, gulping down air. "Ough. Shoulda mentioned... if I fall asleep, that spell's gonna resolve, so..."

So pick your exit or find a way to keep me up all night, he implied.

"Oh, that makes it easier." Sal grinned, giving the rat a kiss on the back of his neck... and withdrawing his cock, finally letting loose and cumming.

Enormous gouts of what looked like white tar flew heavily into the far walls, so thick and gluey they barely splattered, instead creeping heavily down the walls where they piled more than flooded. Gallon after gallon, more than Nick had room for in his whole body.

It was almost disappointing, seeing it go to waste.

Except Sal didn't get any softer. Or smaller. Or weaker. Or less horny.

Just the opposite, really.

He plunged back inside.

"I had been planning a warning shot, since there's hundreds more where that came from... but if you can -handle- it all night. Well. You're the expert."