Jake was 25 years old, blind since birth, and desperate for a miracle. He had heard whispers about Old Man Harlan, the redneck alchemist who lived deep in the holler, brewing potions from moonshine, sassafras, and wild honey down by the crick. Skeptical but hopeful, Jake made the trek, guided by his cousin through the dense woods.
‘Whatcha need, boy?’ Harlan grumbled, his voice rough as gravel. He was in his 40s, broad-shouldered with a wild beard, wearing overalls stained from years of tinkering with his stills and cauldrons.
‘I can’t see. Heard you got healin’ potions,’ Jake said.
Harlan chuckled, handing over a mason jar filled with a fizzy, amber liquid. ‘This here’s my special moonshine healin’ potion. It’ll cure what ails ya, and put some hair on yer chest too.’
Jake took a swig, the burn hitting his throat like fire. ‘Why’s it fizzy?’ he gasped.
Then, the world exploded into color. ‘Woah! That cured my blindness! I can see!’ Jake exclaimed, blinking at the vibrant greens of the forest and Harlan’s grinning face.
But the changes didn’t stop there. A warm rush spread through his body, his muscles tingling and swelling. Jake’s shirt tightened as his chest expanded, pectorals bulging, hair sprouting thick and dark across his broadening torso. His arms thickened, biceps ballooning with veins popping out. His legs grew powerful, thighs straining against his jeans. He felt stronger, more virile, his cock hardening as the transformation surged through him.
Harlan watched with a knowing smirk. ‘Told ya it’d put hair on yer chest. Now, let’s see what else it does.’
Jake’s new sight drank in the sight of his own body, mesmerized by the rippling muscles. He flexed, feeling the power, his erection throbbing. Harlan stepped closer, his rough hands tracing the new contours. ‘Look at you, boy. Turned into a real beast.’
The alchemist dropped to his knees, unzipping Jake’s pants, freeing his swollen cock. Jake groaned as Harlan’s mouth engulfed him, sucking hungrily while Jake’s muscles continued to grow, his abs chiseling into a perfect eight-pack. The sensation was overwhelming, the muscle growth amplifying every touch, every lick.
Jake grabbed Harlan’s head, thrusting deeper, his newfound strength allowing him to dominate. ‘Fuck, this feels incredible,’ he growled, his voice deeper now. Harlan moaned around his cock, hands roaming over Jake’s massive thighs and calves, worshipping the transformed body.
As the potion’s effects peaked, Jake’s muscles reached their zenith, his body a sculpted masterpiece of raw power. He pulled Harlan up, bending him over a nearby stump. With ease, Jake tore off the older man’s clothes, his huge hands gripping Harlan’s hips. He plunged in, fucking him hard, each thrust powered by his enhanced physique.
Harlan cried out in ecstasy, ‘Yes, boy! Use that strength!’ Jake’s muscles flexed with every movement, the kink of his growth fueling his lust. He pounded relentlessly, feeling invincible, his balls tightening as orgasm built.
Finally, Jake roared, filling Harlan with hot cum, his massive body shuddering. They collapsed together, Jake’s muscles glistening with sweat, forever changed by the moonshine elixir.