Mall Mage Ambush

This is actually an older story I forgot to publish. Whoops! Better late than never. Hope you like!

Malfinon stood against the wall, bored. He’d been waiting for his target to appear for the past hour and was beginning to wonder if he’d ever show. 

For all the world, he appeared as just another mall security cop. Mid-thirties, five o’clock shadow, bulky musculature filling out his uniform sleeves, slight paunch filling out his uniform slacks. His name tag said “Rick”—a complete fabrication, but the enchantment he’d cast would prevent anyone from becoming suspicious enough to check with Mall security. It was as complete a disguise as a mage of his high rank could achieve, and more than enough to fool the throngs of shoppers all around him.

He had been tracking this new blood for weeks, discovering his habits, his haunts, and formulating the perfect plan to strike. New-bloods were easy prey—only just coming into their power, their ignorance of the blood’s limits made them easy to deceive and overcome. As most men discovered their true identity in their early 20s, the mall was a common location for ambush, and the enchantment Malfinon wore was well-practiced. This would be his eighth capture, and with it, he would ascend to an even higher rank in the mage guild. 

Then he saw him, just now walking past the Cinnabon. Young, perhaps early twenties, blond-haired and blue-eyed, attractive in a boyish way. Malfinon preferred his men somewhat more substantial; however, he could improve upon them before a final confrontation. Stalking his prey was half the fun, after all.

The boy was in an electronics shop, trying to appear subtle as he waved his hand in front of a display with a cellular phone. To Malfinon, it was obvious he was trying to magically pick the display’s lock, but to those around him, it must have seemed the boy was simply making childish motions of desire. Soon, however, the lock was picked, and another wave of his hand brought the phone out of the case and into his pocket. Malfinon was disgusted. Shoplifting. Such a pathetic use of the power he had within him. It would be his pleasure to take it for his own.

But first things first. Under his breath, Malfinon murmured a small tracking spell so he would be able to find his mark no matter where he went in the mall. It was subtle enough that a young one like this boy wouldn’t notice, or if he did, not know what it was. Then he waggled his fingers behind his back and cast another spell, this one even more subtle. The enchantment settled over the boy’s head and stuck, like an invisible halo. Now the boy would be even more vulnerable to his machinations. Now the fun could begin.

Not noticing anything amiss, the boy left the electronics shop and moved toward the food court. It was nearly lunchtime, and the hungry masses were only just beginning to gather for feeding. Malfinon was disgusted by them, how they mingled and thronged like sheep. 

His target was moving to a sandwich shop, and Malfinon decided this was a golden opportunity. He spoke another spell, this time enchanting the sandwich the boy had just paid for. He sat at an empty table, taking out his stolen phone to examine it while he munched mindlessly. The spell took effect almost immediately—in moments, the boy’s lithe frame had gained quite a bit of mass, his clothes going from loose-fitting to tight-fitting in seconds. Another bite and the button on his jeans burst, pinging off the underside of the table while his belly surged forward. Despite the obvious noise, he remained oblivious, happily eating while thumbing through screens on his stolen phone.

Malfinon chuckled while he watched his target balloon. Each bite would make his t-shirt ride higher, exposing more of the boy’s middle, until it caught on the boy’s chest. His chest had inflated outward with fat, becoming perky breasts. The boy’s ass was not to be outdone, stretching the seat of his jeans to the limit and billowing over the edge in a severe muffin top. Rips began to appear in his pants as constrained thighs sought freedom from their denim prison. 

As the boy finished his sandwich and brought a napkin up to dab mayo away from his double chin, the changes slowed, then stopped. He looked ridiculous, as though at any moment his clothes would explode off him. The magic had kept him blind to the changes that overtook him, but nearby mall-goers were beginning to stare, and the boy began to notice. He vainly tried to pull down his shirt, which barely made it halfway down the upper arch of his belly. He knew people were staring at him, and it made him uncomfortable, but the spell Malfinon had cast kept him from understanding why.

The spell wouldn’t last forever though, so Malfinon decided it was time to make his move. He strode purposefully to where the newly fattened boy sat and roughly brought his hands down on his shoulders. The boy nearly jumped, the sudden jerk causing his entire body to wobble.

“I don’t think that phone belongs to you,” the older man said gruffly before grabbing the phone. The boy only sat with his mouth agape until the apparent security guard put his hands under his arms, and despite the added weight, hauled him to his feet. He then brought the boy’s arms behind his back and, with a shove, began to force him toward Mall Security.

The forced march to Mall Security was another embarrassment for the boy, as people looked on in astonishment. The boy merely thought it was because he was being arrested for shoplifting, but most gaped at his ridiculous attire, which showed off quite a bit of exposed, jiggling skin.

They soon arrived at the security office, and Malfinon roughly shoved the shoplifter inside. The woman behind the counter was surprised until the mage waved his hand, and she went back to doing paperwork as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “Morning, Rick,” was all she said to note his passage.

The mage didn’t bother responding, instead opting to hustle the young man into an empty office. He motioned for the boy to sit down and then made his way behind the desk. Sitting across from the boy, he waited a few minutes before looking straight into his eyes. The fear he saw there was real, but also definite confusion. He honestly believed he couldn’t be caught. 

The boy was startled when Malfinon brought his hand down hard on the desk, revealing the stolen phone beneath it as he drew it away. “This is not yours, right?” The way he said it was more of a statement than a question. The young man nodded, mute.

“What’s your name?” 

“Zack,” the boy said.

Malfinon breathed out, putting on an air of exasperation. “Well, Zack, due to the dollar value of this particular phone, I am unfortunately forced to contact law enforcement to report this incident.”

His fear turned to terror at the mention of police. “No, please! I’ll do anything!” 

The mage raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”

The implication caused the boy’s face to turn red, but he collected himself quickly. Under his breath, Zack began to mutter something, but the mage’s trained ears could hear an incantation from a mile away. The boy was trying to cast a charm. The younger man’s plan was obvious—charm the big, scary security guard with lust, and use his influence to escape. How cute, thought the mage, but realized he could use this to his advantage. 

Subtle, so the boy didn’t notice, he latched on to the spell and fed it back to him, the magic now changing the boy’s mind instead of his own. As the boy muttered, he was slowly squeezing out of his ridiculously tight shirt, his constrained tits flopping free to bounce atop his belly. The mage sat back and watched, just as he would have had the boy’s spell worked. It didn’t hurt his ruse; he was inclined to watch the show anyway. He could already feel a rise in his slacks.

Free of his shirt, the boy leaned forward so his chest rested on the desk while he looked up, batting his eyes enticingly. “Yes, anything.”

Deciding that was more than enough invitation, Malfinon got up and locked the door to the office. Turning around, he made sure the boy could see the outline of his hard cock. The boy licked his lips and pinched a swollen nipple, obviously as aroused as he was, the incompetently cast enchantment making this far easier than the mage had anticipated.

The mage made his way over to his sitting charge and then slowly undid his belt. Zack quite helpfully undid the zipper, pulled down his pants, and fished out the mage’s big, uncut cock. He wasted only a few moments staring before licking up and down the shaft and sticking the massive head into his mouth. Malfinon groaned appreciatively, the enchantment giving the boy an eager and knowledgeable mouth. 

As good as the blowjob was, the mage was there for work, not pleasure. As the fat boy slobbered and sucked on his cock, Malfinon raised his hands and muttered a few words. Runes began to appear around the room, affixing themselves in out-of-the-way places—under the desk, behind a picture, inside the drawer. Once they’d surrounded the pair, the mage brought the young man’s magic forth to prepare for the transfer.

While Malfinon was well practiced, with such forces at work, some magic could still spill out of the runes’ containment. The earlier spell that fattened the boy was struck by one such leak and re-invoked. As he sucked Malfinon’s thick prick the boy’s belly and ass surged outward, shredding his pants in seconds. He quickly began to overflow the chair he was sitting in, his love handles spilling above the chair’s armrests. In moments, he’d gone from 300 to 500 pounds of wobbling fat.

Malfinon knew he had to end this soon, lest more magic escape. “Alright fat boy, on the desk,” he commanded, slipping his cock from pouty lips. The boy acceded without question, the enchantment still gripping him, the magic clouding his mind from noticing his obesity or how the chair needed to be pried from his enormous ass cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to sexually please the apparent security guard as much as possible.

Zack draped himself over the desk, his flesh spreading out to virtually encompass the entirety of it. He looked over his shoulder seductively, his chins and cheeks nearly obscuring the lewd wink he gave. 

Stepping from his trousers, the mage made his way around and behind the now titanic thief, spread his ass cheeks as wide as he could muster, spit in his hand and lubed himself up. Even with access to magic, sometimes the simplest solutions are still the best.

Finding the boy’s hole proved to be a difficult task as the massive ass were so wide and cumbersome it was difficult to move them aside, but eventually the mage found the boy’s orifice. Then, once placed, he stepped into the boy’s plush body and sank himself deep in a single thrust. As he did, Zack's head came up in a bellowing moan, and the runes flared, bathing the room in arcane light. 

Taking a mage’s power was no simple matter. Not only did it require intimate contact of a distinctly sexual nature, it also required concentration to overcome the captive’s will while simultaneously directing the flow into oneself via the part of greatest contact. As his captive was not only a novice but also enthusiastically accepting him due to his clumsy attempts at sorcery, Malfinon’s task was greatly simplified. As he thrust away, inserting as much of his length into the rotund rear as he could, he dragged his fingers over the boy’s expansive backside, coaxing the power down and toward him.

As the magic was drawn from the young man, it collected in the organ of closest contact—his genitals—often causing their expansion as the flesh sought to contain the power that coursed through it. Zack was no exception. The boy’s fat-encased testes grew from grapes, to eggs, to lemons, his sack stretching to accommodate the enlarged organs and then some. By the time they were finished, they dangled beneath the titanic boy like a pair of bowling balls held in a garbage bag. His erection grew from a modest length to the size of a kielbasa, the leaking tip just barely visible beyond the boy’s scrotum.

Reaching around the boy’s belly would be impossible, so instead the mage reached behind and between his legs to gauge the size of the boy’s balls. When he found them to already be enlarged, he began the final part of the incantation. He plunged as much of his length into the boy as he could in a single, powerful thrust, and muttered a few ancient syllables. 

Zack screamed out, but not from pain; as the magic was drawn from him, he experienced an ecstasy unknown but to the victims of magical theft. As he screamed he came, semen erupting from his cock like a firehose instead of the normal spurts. As the jizz accumulated in a puddle beneath the pair, his balls shrank down as though a deflating balloon. 

Malfinon meanwhile closed his eyes and experienced his fourth transference, the boy’s power entering him as his cum painted the boy’s rectum white. Each time was different, and this one was especially pleasurable. They say the size of the orgasm is directly related to the power being taken, and if so, then the boy would have been a truly powerful mage. Now, however, his power was added to Malfinon’s, and he would be left just another pathetic human, albeit one much larger than before.

Opening his eyes, Malfinon saw that the boy had lost some of his girth, no longer quite big enough to envelope the entire desk. He was still shuddering as he emptied the last of his load on the floor, his cock and balls now much like his body; quite large, but no longer freakish. Even so, each shudder would cause a wave to ripple through his obese form, and a dull slap would be heard as his spent genitals thudded wetly against the side of the desk.

Extracting himself, the mage zipped up and made for the door. The boy no longer held any interest to him, his purpose already served. He left him there—fat, naked, and shuddering on the desk as the aftershocks of the spell continued to resonate through him.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said to the woman in the adjoining office as he left.