Magic Weight Gain Novels & Stories

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

She hoped that he could call her soon. The man moved over to the sink, and they were closing in on an hour of him being awake. She honestly couldn’t see the same man standing there. He’d put on substantial weight, which told her this had to be some powerful kind of magic he was under. What was happening to him was simply impossible in the real world. Nothing and no one put on muscle weight, or even weight in the magnitude that he was in an hour. There was defined muscle over his chest and abdomen now. His arms were thicker and she was assuming so were his legs, but she couldn’t see over the counter as she was at the kitchen table.

So she gave her a small smile to assure her that it's okay. " You can ask me anything. I wouldn't mind. I will answer it honestly. " She said calmly and ready herself to answer whatever her question is. Maggie blink a couple of times before she took a deep breath. " uhm... Emma. No offense but did you gain some weight? " Maggie asked carefully; trying not to offend her. I knew it.. she really noticed it. She thought. Well, she couldn't deny the fact that her stomach is getting bigger now but Maggie got the wrong idea.

I stomped down, crushing their oversized heads into a dark, pulpy puddle. My wings returned to normal, and I growled. Changing them like that reduced my magic significantly. It would take days for that kind of power to refuel. I rarely used my wings as a form of defense for that very reason, but the trolls caught me off guard, and I'd reacted.

"I've never heard of mages using magic to enhance physical abilities before. Why am I different from the rest?" "Those mages are called enhancers. Just like magical weapons that can enhance the output of magical energy, enhancers can greatly increase all physical attributes. If you get good enough you can even enhance a weapon's durability. This type of magic is rare indeed and takes a toll on the user's body. Therefore on top of your normal training, you need to get your body into peak condition." "How does enhancement magic work? Does it multiply my attributes? Would just focusing on making my body stronger boost the magical effect?"

It was significantly less exiting than making things explode, but I no longer dealt with the pain of being flung across the room. Surprisingly, as the days passed, calling on my magic became easier. The headaches were becoming few and far between. While I hadn’t yet manipulated the magic into doing anything, being able to feel it there—that was improvement enough. Unsurprisingly, exercising wasn’t becoming any easier. While werewolves had higher metabolisms and were almost always athletic to some degree, it still took time to turn fat into muscle. It took even longer to memorize the self-defense moves Helios continued to teach me.

The thing that made me laugh was that it appeared that all the monsters were lazily doing their gathering task because I did not see anything on their hands. “You may take this fruit for example. It is called Dragonfly fruit, and every time it is consumed it increases the Agility of the consumer by 0.1 points." That's incredible. "Will it work on me? I should bring some back so I can eat and sell it then." I saw the smile of satisfaction on Wise's face as he saw my surprise. “I'm sure this will work, master, and we have a few others too. Like one that will enhance mana and strength. But right now, we only have those. The rest may be found on higher floors."

I loved it. Being pushed. Stretched. Trained. Treated like a real wolf. I got dirty. I got tired. I got stronger. That was the best part. Within three weeks, I'd gained real weight. It wasn't just the comfortable pounds from eating real food and finding a place to belong. This weight was muscle and mass. Every day, I woke feeling more solid on my feet than before. Though my muscles ached and complained at every sunrise, failing me by sunset, I relished the strength that came with it.