Fat Mana

“I’ll take him.” 

The other men in the lineup, whom the client hadn’t pointed to, all shuffled back to their rooms, their eyes downcast and expressionless. All but myself, of course, who’d been selected. 

“A fine choice,” Madame Seshywa cooed. “And how long can we expect your eminence to stay?” 

“I suppose that depends on the company,” the client replied—a wizard, judging by his attire, stature, and address. “But I will pay for the night. If I leave earlier, consider it a tip.” 

“Very good, very good,” the madame replied, accepting a bag of coins from a thick hand. Even from several feet away, I could tell it was a hand that had never truly worked a day in its life. But then, I could have told that by merely glancing at his new client from across a crowded room.

To say he was fat would have been an understatement—the man was almost spherical in shape, with bulbous features that seemed to wobble and sway with even the tiniest of movements. Even the normally ornate and billowing robes of a wizard did nothing to hide the man’s corpulence. 

It wouldn’t be a problem for me, of course. I’d had my fair share of opulent merchant clients, many of whom approached a comparable size. As someone who’d been serving at the Pink Pony Inn for several years, I had trained myself to see the beauty in every client and enjoyed the wide variety of bodies those clients came with. 

In this case, a very wide body.

The madame ushered him into my bedroom while I followed silently behind them. From there, I was able to get a good view of my client’s rear, and I desperately hoped that he was a top. If he were a bottom, I was worried that even my normally ample endowment would be challenged to reach beyond the twin mounts which rumbled almost violently with every lumbering step. 

Eventually, we arrived at my room and the madame excused herself while noting checkout was noon the following day (those who wished to slumber beyond that time could pay for the privilege of course), and we were thus left alone. The large wizard turned to me with an impish smile—already I’d found something endearing in him. 

“Would you like me to undress you?” I offered. This usually worked to get clients in the mood, but I could tell that wouldn’t be necessary. This man was experienced in the ways of intimacy. Curious—normally that wasn’t the case for men of such girth.

“Most certainly,” the wizard said. “But first, I must know your name.”

“I am called Corbin. And what should I call you?”

That impish smile widened. “I am known by acquaintances as Feloskuly, but friends call me Fel.”

I returned his smile with a grin of my own. “Am I to be your friend, then?”

“At least for this evening, I hope so.” With that, he reached out to grab my hand and pulled me down to his lips. He was about a head shorter than me, and I had to bend over his stomach for our mouths to match. Honestly, even though he’d given me a knowledgeable impression, I hadn’t expected him to be so forward. 

Nor had I expected him to be such a good kisser. His plump lips were like sensual pillows, while the trained tongue of a gourmand overpowered mine to plunge nearly into my throat. It was exhilarating in a way I rarely encountered. Perhaps this fat man would provide more entertainment than most.

I hadn’t noticed, but during our embrace, I had pressed myself against Fel’s bulk in a subconscious show of eagerness. And a third surprise; I could already feel myself rising in arousal. 

Fel could feel it too, of course. “I knew I picked the right one,” he said in a whispered tone as our lips briefly parted. They were soon rejoined, and I began to press myself further against him as passion welled from within both of us. It was both thrilling and confusing—like we were first loves meeting again after years apart, yet we’d only barely met.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I began tearing at his robes, which easily parted to reveal soft, sumptuous flesh. I bent further to put a plump nipple in my mouth like the ripest of strawberries while my hands stretched to encapsulate his girth. My fingers searched blindly to find gaps in his robes they could sneak beneath to touch the soft skin I’d so suddenly become enamored with. Every time they succeeded, they’d map acre upon acre of soft, warm, and inviting flesh, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. 

My excitement already had me hard as steel, straining defiantly against my thong. I’d tied myself loosely such that it would fall away once erect,  while Fel still cloaked himself in the blue robes of his station. I regained my senses long enough to inspect this gluttonous wizard and roll his robes carefully off his shoulders while I ran my tongue down the side of his bulging breasts. They were quite womanly in size but smelled unmistakably male.

I was delighted to see he wore nothing beneath his robes. Now naked, we once again embraced, our arms straining to encompass the other as our mouths played with escalating intensity. At some point, he managed to reach down to play with my well-moistened foreskin with his soft fingers.

“Do you wish to bury this inside me?” Fel asked, and I kissed him with renewed desperation. Those soft fingers now played down my length, gauging it for the task. I could only hope he deemed me worthy. 

“Yes,” I breathed, “but I fear I won’t be sufficient.” 

Fel chuckled. “Do not fret. I will help you.” 

With that, he took my hand and guided me to my bed—another strange reversal from how these evenings usually went. For a moment I feared that he’d break the frame when he sat, but after an ominous creak, the bed held, albeit depressed to an almost comical degree. He bid me stand before him, and I did so with my cock rubbing against the upper slope of his prodigious girth. 

“I must admit, this is a noble sword, but as you can see,” Fel swatted his hip to send his rear into a jiggling fit. “My sheath is larger still.”

Heartbreak. It was as I feared. I nearly broke into tears at his words, but then Fel continued in a playful tone as he rubbed my leaking hardness against his ineffable softness. 

“A wizard’s power lies in how much mana they can access. Some live next to leylines, while others bring liquified mana with them in small pots and vials. Those are the types who brave dangerous dungeons for treasure and renown. They can’t afford the third option for it would leave them unable to dodge sword and arrow.

“The third option is to store mana in the body, like this,” Fel explained what he meant by reaching beneath his bulk to give it a powerful shake. The vibrations made me squirt clear pre-cum over his jiggling tits. 

“As you can see, I have stored quite a lot of mana—perhaps more mana than anyone in this world. And to ensure my pleasure at a brothel, I expend a small amount of it to cast a minor aphrodisiac and a very… specific sort of polymorphic transmutation.” 

I was beginning to lose focus—aphrodisiac? Transmutation? All I wanted was to embrace those flapping lips and feel his enormous body against mine while I plumbed as much of his depths as I could. I bent down to do just that, but he held up a hand to stop me. Then, he hauled himself onto the bed on all fours and presented the most majestic of full moons. 

Logically, I knew that I’d perhaps just manage to tickle his orifice with such ample assets, but logic had long since fled my mind. I did have enough presence to reach over to a bedside table and slather myself in scented oils before I slipped between those heavenly cheeks. They were so large that even my full eight inches completely disappeared between them. I could have brought myself to climax with a few frantic thrusts, but it was my duty and privilege to pleasure Fel. I tried desperately to part his flesh enough for me to reach his hole, but each time I could only feel myself barely nestled in his deepest recess, held back by beauteous flesh. 

Just as I was considering mashing my cock into one of his many folds, I saw him twirl a chubby finger, and a purple light lept from his digit to briefly illuminate the room. Then, I was suddenly wracked with a prickling sensation that traveled throughout my whole body before redirecting to my groin where a dull glow continued to emanate. 

I stared dumbfounded for a moment before I felt something lurch from within me, and then an intense and building pressure. I thought I couldn’t have been more aroused, and yet it felt like I was only getting harder and harder. And then something miraculous—I felt the head of my cock slip past Fel’s outer ring. I hadn’t thought it possible given his enormity, and yet I’d managed it. 

He gasped as I penetrated him for the first time. I feared that may be all I’d be able to do, but then I felt myself slide further, my turgid length stretching another inch, and then another, and then more. It occurred to me that I hadn’t moved from where I’d positioned myself behind Fel, my hips pressed against his rear. It was as though my lust had given me my deepest desire at that very moment—to pleasure this man as he deserved. 

“You’ll be able to thrust in a few moments,” Fel called from between pleasured grunts. “But first, let me enjoy you stretching me out.” 

It was true. Where before I couldn’t even reach his hole, now I could feel myself stretching it wider and wider as I grew longer and thicker with every breath. Whatever spell the wizard had cast was giving me the endowment to surpass a horse. It was even starting to feel a little tight.

“Oh, gods, I needed this,” Fel grunted and moaned again. “Now pull yourself out and shove it all in.” 

All in? Surely the wizard was joking. But as I pulled my pelvis back I revealed inch after inch of shaft, thick as my wrist and so impossibly long. Already I’d removed a full foot from the mage’s asshole and had yet to reveal even a hint of foreskin. I had to shuffle myself backward on my knees as merely changing the angle of my pelvis proved insufficient to remove myself fully. More inches were revealed before I saw wrinkled skin beneath a purple helmet the size of my first. It came out with an audible pop, and I heard Fel gasp.

It was truly the most incredible member I’d ever beheld. I’d seen many in my time, and the largest were among those working at the Pink Pony Inn, but this put all of them to shame. It was as long as my fingers to my elbow and just as thick as my arm—perhaps even thicker. I stared at this new appendage bobbing in front of me and held aloft by the largest cheeks I’d ever beheld. A gob of pre-cum fell from the gaping slit like a raindrop down a window. 

“Yes, you’re a real stud now,” Fel giggled and wiggled his hips. “Now do what I paid you to. Fuck me.” 

For a moment I wasn’t sure how. Then I grabbed the shaft with both hands and directed the head to where I thought Fel’s hole ought to be. Before it was a challenge merely reaching my destination, but at this size, I discovered that Fel’s anatomy neatly guided me inside. It took far more force to breach his ring this time, but I managed, eliciting a yelp from Fel, and then a deep and lustful moan. 

I slid the head, and then perhaps a quarter of my shaft, and then shuffled forward to continue inserting several more inches before I finally felt my pelvis become interrupted by the most heavenly cushion. Another quarter of my massive organ remained external, but it hardly mattered judging by the noises Fel was making. 

Full thrusts were obviously impossible, but even rocking my pelvis back and forth had me pistoning more than my former length. “Yes, YES!” Fel called, rocking back into me hard enough that I could see his entire body shake and wobble. “Fuck me!” 

So I did, arms outstretched to hold onto hips many times wider than my own, as I fucked him with a tool many times larger than any to have ever existed. Even though I could feel myself rapidly approaching climax, it never seemed to fully arrive until I felt the intense shuddering of my client’s orgasmic release, and only then as he clenched around my buried length I felt myself finally let go. 

I hadn’t spared a thought for what would happen when I came inside this wobbling hedonist. I felt myself convulse, pelvic muscles clenching and pumping harder than they’d ever been tasked to move an almost impossible amount of fluid. The warmth of Fel’s tunnel grew even hotter as my seed quickly filled what little space remained before blasting backward to cover my groin in white effluvia. 

Spent, I collapsed on his ass, which largely kept me upright owing to its impressive size. It was soft, warm, damp with sweat, and smelled much like it had just been freshly fucked by a dozen men. Or at least by a cock the size of a dozen men combined. 

Gods, what had he done to me? I shuffled backward, allowing him to push my colossal manhood out with an obscene sound and yet more liquid to add to the rapidly growing puddle on the bed. But then I saw him twirl a sausage-like finger, a flash of purple light, and the puddle was gone. It was as though the bed was freshly made and we had both just bathed.

“More perks of being a wizard,” Fel said, grunting as he rotated his bulk to converse with me. “And that won’t last forever,” he added, pointing at my cock. “At least, not all of it. A standard transmogrification spell usually lasts an hour or so, but I’ve given it enough juice to last the night.”

That smirk returned, and Fel laboriously crawled his way over, his enormous belly dragging the sheets, to run a thick digit seductively down my new length. “Still, the extra mana usually leaves my partners with a spare inch or two by the time we’re done. But you wouldn’t mind that, would you?” 

My cock had curved downward after having spent itself inside him, but all it took was his finger for me to stiffen straight as a club. He brought the head up to his mouth so he could kiss my gaping slit, already gushing precum. I noted how even both of his hands hardly covered half of my shaft. 

“No,” I answered as he pulled me closer to nestle me between his breasts, tongue now full inside me.

Fel stayed the whole night, and neither of us slept a wink. Instead, we fucked in every position his size allowed, which was surprisingly many. Every time my stamina flagged, the fat man would simply twirl his finger, and I’d be ready and eager to please him again. 

At some point as the sun began to seep through the windows and as I filled Fel with my seed for the umpteenth time, I felt his hole loosen dramatically, then my cock slipped free. As promised, I’d returned to a more normal size—still larger than I could ever remember, but not as inhuman as when Fel had first cast his spell on me. I felt both relief and surprisingly, some disappointment.

“It seems our time is at an end,” Fel sighed. “You’ve filled me quite well, Corbin.” 

Indeed I had. In fact, Fel seemed even larger than when he’d first entered my bedroom. “It seems I have.” 

Fel giggled. “Yes, I’m probably larger than I’ve ever been. You’ve given me quite a lot of mana this night.”

“I did?”

“Mm, not in the way you think. I’ve simply discovered a way of turning the essence of lovemaking into mana. A small investment to turn a stud into a true stallion, and after a night of fun, I have made up whatever mana I’d spent and then some.” 

A wave of exhaustion crashed over me as he explained his game. “You’re… an incubus?” 

“Oh no, you’ll be fine,” Fel chided as he lifted himself off the bed. “After a few meals and a full day’s sleep, anyway.” He began to wrap himself in his robes, but they no longer fully covered his massive rear and stomach. 

I snickered, but then another wave brought my head to the pillow. Just before I closed my eyes, I thought I heard Fel complain to the madame about having wedged himself in the door. But darkness took me, and then as promised, I slept the entire day away.