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After we had finished rutting, a great feast was held in my honour. I learnt from Lorthar, my fellow demi-god, that this world I had entered thrived upon young humans like myself, discovering the ritual and joining the brethren. Not all transformed into the massive super-men that we were, as some had the considerable honour to be our servants. The feast consisted of a giant table, filled to breaking point with meats, fruit, wine, special potions and aphrodisiacs, all served to us by striking men. This was not a place of tyranny and repression, but of equal gratification, sexually, physically and mentally. Few who have discovered the spell ever return to their old lives, so everyone who stayed did so of their own free will.

One servant in particular caught my eye. He was of the age I was before I Changed. He was not giant-size, but was still a fine specimen of man--a skinhead, with long legs, and a tight muscular rump. He was not obscenely muscular like myself, but made the full use of his transformed body. His torso tapered into a v-shape, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. A perfectly proportioned six-packs and plump chest muscles added to the pleasing image. His cock would have not looked out of place on a horse; it dangled pleasingly between his tight thighs. After my first act of sex, which completed my transformation, my feverish desire for sex had come under control, so I could observe my servant without tearing him apart. But I knew that it would not last for long. One of the drinks served to me contained a herb which brought my penis to attention. I motioned to the servant to join me. I pushed his head down on to my member and forced him to take its full length. This prompted Lorthar and another super-man to attack each other and copulate.

The servant, Kirwan quickly grew hard, and I let him rest from sucking my jutting cock. He bent over the table as I lubed his hole with some fruit. I fingered him, teasing his prostate, preparing him for more. The muscles in his back quivered as he spread his legs further apart. I decided that I wanted him to be bigger and stronger, so I ushered the chief druid over to perform the incantation. All the while I was penetrating him with my fingers, I felt him suddenly tense. I could visibly see his leg muscles expand, as did his buttocks. I turned him over to witness the ecstasy on his face. His chest virtually exploded with muscle, as his stomach grew out, similar to though not matching mine.

His neck became thick with muscular cords, as his face took on a savage, needful expression. His cock suddenly became fatter and his balls grew heavy. He was ready for me, and, still sitting, I lifted him by the waist and pushed him down on my cock. He howled in pleasure, and began humping me. All around us descended into mindless orgiastic sex, the smell of stretched rectum and spunk filling the air. I stood up from my chair and turned him around, throwing him on the table. I carried on fucking him, as I masturbated him roughly. We both grunted in unison, as we quickly came to our climax, his cum spurting well over his shoulder, onto a nearby plate. With a massive roar, I too came, as my spunk overflowed from his gaping hole. With that, I collapsed back into my chair.

Kirwan staggered up, and sat in a nearby chair. The orgy carried on unabated around us, and we ate hungrily and drank copiously. The spell on Kirwan was only temporary, and he gradually reduced to his normal size. It was a good meal.