The Transfer - Part 2

I’d have to fuck him. There was no getting around it. In the two months I’d spent buried up to my ears in magical tomes the only spell that I found that would transfer an aspect of my essence (in this case, mass) to an unwilling volunteer required me to be balls deep inside them. And I’m quoting the tome on that one.

At my size it was hard enough reaching my own dick in the shower, and I had some serious misgivings about my ability to drive my rod home even in an ideal sexual scenario. I’m not small downstairs (I think--I haven’t seen it in almost a year so I’m going a little bit off memory) but the giant apron of a gut I had keeps things pointed downward even at full mast. Plus it’s just physically occupying the space that would normally be where my lovely concubine would be.

Lucky for me there were plenty of spells that would paralyze or otherwise immobilize even the most muscle-bound of jerks, so getting him into a semi-willing state wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, there was one such spell that seemed perfect: a sort of charm that made the target “fall madly in love with you”, but it came with a series of extremely lewd images so I think the author meant to say “lust”.

The real problem was just completing the deed. I tried looking for spells that would, ahem, elongate my johnson, but they all came with the caveat of overriding any other spells in effect at the time. I guess it was a little too much to rely on magic for everything.

But where magic fails, technology succeeds. One night at home I simply typed in “fat gay porn” into a porn search engine, and about an hour later I was watching a 500 lb dude plow the shit out of some muscled twink. I took careful notes on how he did it too--how he lifted up his gut, had the little guy reach under to carefully align himself while keeping his rear as high as possible, and then the big guy just rested it all on the little guy’s back and pushed in. Then it was like watching a waterbed get reverse-humped by a rabbit until they both collapsed in a heap.

It looked like a rough entry, but the little guy let out a huge moan so he must’ve been into it. Besides, the gym nut will be charmed, so what do I care if I’m a little rough.

That just left a plan. I hadn’t been to the gym since I started looking for a magical problem to my morbid obesity, so I’d have to go back to scout out that jerk’s routine.

I decided to get a burger on the way to the gym. All this studying has worked up an appetite.