Hex: All for Her (Size Theft)

Towering over me, flexing with indomitable stolen muscles, and eyes flashing with my taken intellect, her haughtily laughter filled the space to bursting. She had taken it all from me. But, something about the Hex had multiplied each quality by a factor of 6. We'd agreed to the curse; I had even thought it a boon. I had ignored the warnings, and now the Hex had allowed her to take everything from me. Making her 6-times what I had been, and now I was nothing.

For each inch I'd lost, she'd gained half-a-foot. She'd started by only taking one, as we'd agreed. I had gone from 5'10 to 5'9 and she'd gone from 5-foot to 5'6. But, of course, it hadn't been enough for her. I realized now nothing was enough for her.

She'd taken my muscle next, as we agreed. My arm's went from 14" to 13". Thus, her's had ballooned from 7" to 13" the same size as mine. But, the Hex wasn't linear with strength, the factor of 6 becoming 62 as it affected area, and 63 as it affected volume. I had gone from being able to beach reps of 180 pounds to reps of 150 pounds. But, she'd gone from being able to lift practically nothing to over 1000 pounds. The strength she stole was multiplied by a factor of 36 as she drained me. Even more frightening, the weight was a factor of 216. She drained me of 5 pounds of muscle, and gained 1080 pounds of super-dense muscle. She was beyond human as I was only becoming less.

For that first week, she was 5'6, could bench a thousand pounds, and weighed 1160 pounds.

At 5'6 feet, super-strong and super-dense, you'd think she'd be satisfied indefinitely. But, her satisfaction was fleeting.

Soon, she said she needed to be taller than me, and even stronger. When I asked her "Why" she'd simply drained my will in response. I couldn't question her power. Thus, I'd gone to 5'8 and she'd gone to 6-foot. 4-inches taller than me. Flexing, she'd taken even more of my muscles and weight. I found out later I went from to being able to to do reps of 150 to 100, and she'd gone from doing reps of a thousand to nearly three thousand. I wilted before her as her power multiplied. She could easily do bicep curls of well over a thousand pounds each with her 24" arms; mine had shrink to 11.5".

Now, she was 6', could bench 3,000 pounds, and weighed 2888 pounds of super-dense FMG power.

At four inches taller than me, she was infinitely stronger. But, it didn't stop there. She said she need to be better than me in every way. How can you resist someone that can drain your very will? She started taking my IQ. Slowly at first, only a few points a day. But, soon she was draining me faster and faster. For each point of IQ she'd plundered from me, she'd gained 36. I didn't think she'd take so much. My genus IQ had drained to the point I could barley piece together the idea that "hex" really meant "6." She'd become superhumanly smart to go along with her superhuman strength. I had an IQ of 80, and she had one of 2260. The smartest, strongest, and--of course--prettiest creature in the cosmos, you'd think it would be enough.

But, how could it be when I had more to give?

That next week she took 3 more inches of my height. I went from 5'8 to 5'5, she went from 6' to 7'6. She took all my strength, her arms swelling from 24' around to an impossible 54'. I could barley stand, and now she could easily bench 3.3 tons. She weighed nearly much.

At seven-and-a-half-feet, she could bench 6600 pounds and was over 12 times smarter than Einstein.

Her footfalls broke the earth, echoing as she menaced me. I was a rag-doll and she was superwoman. She had taken my height, strength, and intelligence. I thought she had taken everything from me. But, laughing, she informed me she wanted to be superior to me in EVERY way. Bigger and better in every aspect. I didn't know what she meant, until I felt my member shrinking.

It when from 6.5' to 5' and she grew one that was 9' long, dwarfing everything I had been. She looked down at its veiny, throbbing shaft. And, her eyes glinted with sadism. "Why be satisfied when I can have more?" She asked. I could feel her talking all my sensitivity as she stole even more from me. "Yes," she cried. Conspicuous blood draining from mine and into hers. Mine went to a barely 2.5' and hers towered like the rest of her perfect body. 24' of elephantine phallus. As thick as my leg HAD been.

She was 7'6 and had a 2-foot ultra-thick cock. With an IQ of 2260 she could lift a pick-up truck over her head.

I was 5'5 and had a pathetic 2-and-a-half-inch dick. With an IQ of 80, I could barely lift my arms over my head

Towering over me, flexing with indomitable stolen muscles, and eyes flashing with my taken intellect, her h

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