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The Transfer - Part 3
🕑 Added 2018-06-07 01:10:53 +0000 UTC Three weeks later and I had my plan. On Tuesday’s he came to the gym early since he had morning classes. At that hour there’s basically nobody there, so I could easily wave my magic fingers and charm him into the shower area. It’d be a tight fit in the disabled shower stall for the two of us, but it’d have to do.The hardest part was waiting. I was already sweating in anticipation (or maybe it was from the walk from my car to the change room). I had most of the spell already prepared, so with a few words I could unleash it on that muscular hunk--I mean, jerkwad.
And then, without me even noticing, he walked in. He didn’t spare me a glance this time--just walked right past me to a locker on the other side of the room. That was fine by me.
I lumbered up behind him, quietly muttering the final incantation. Either he heard me or could otherwise feel the ground rumble as I walked up behind him since he stopped taking off his shirt for a moment and managed to utter, “What are you doing, fa-,” but by then my spell was done.
With a single finger between his shoulder blades, he froze. Then relaxed, and turned, and the look in his eye was something I’d never experienced before. He looked like he wanted to utterly devour me. Both his strong hands immediately reached up to grab my mantits and then he leaned in to kiss me square on the lips.
It was definitely unexpected, but I rolled with it. We swapped spit as I managed to undo his belt and get his pants to drop to the floor. He struggled with my own belt until I helpfully lifted my gut so he could have access. Moments later we were pantsless and still making out like teenagers behind the bleachers. I could feel his eager rod pressing into my gut so hard it almost hurt.
I almost forgot what I was doing, but then the plan came back. I managed to guide him to the shower stalls while taking off his shirt. He’d practically torn my own ratty t-shirt to shreds by the time I used my ample ass to force open the disabled shower stall. As soon as my shirt was off he pinched and grabbed every roll of flab I had before he pushed me to the back of the wall with a shove and dropped to his knees.
Oral was not part of the plan, but there was no way I was saying no. I couldn’t see any of it over the crest of my belly, but I could feel the tip of his tongue flick over my drooling shaft before he dove down, pressing his face into my groin and using it to push back the fat that surrounded my genitals.
I nearly came immediately. It was only through sheer force of will that I managed to remember to begin the second part of my plan, waving my fingers and mumbling the incantation while this gym-bunny greedily slurped at my groin. I could feel the combination of my sweat and his spit roll down my balls. Then I’d hear a gasp as he came up for air, my fat apron and groin essentially covering his face and blocking all breathing.
On one such inhalation, I pulled back enough to let him know I wanted to try something else--in this case, that something else was for him to get fucked.
Getting to the point of actually fucking was trickier than I thought. He was all too eager to bend his ass over the toilet, but I quickly found out that I’d need a bit more clearance and a different angle thanks to my incredible girth. Even lifting up gut didn’t help: he was simply too tall so whenever I went to mount him he just bounced off my belly.
Luckily the spell made him so eager that he put up with my fumbling attempts at insertion. Eventually we found success: him on his knees, chest as far down as possible and his ass in the air like a triangle. Then I waddled up, lifted my gut, and then laid it down on his back with his ass wedged beneath the apron and nestled into my groin.
Now the tricky part. I couldn’t quite read down there to guide my shaft, so it was all blind poking. After several minutes I felt my cockhead fit into what must’ve been his ring, and then I pushed with all my weight behind it.
I admit I haven’t seen my cock in maybe a year, but I don’t remember it being small. In fact, it may have gained as much thickness as I had. It took a lot of pressure before it finally popped inside. The dude let out a sharp intake of breath but he didn’t scream, which I felt like a good sign. As soon as I’d bottomed out (which didn’t take long) I felt the guy push his ass into my groin to swallow up an extra few inches I didn’t even know I had.
From the porn I’d seen earlier, I know this is where I was supposed to thrust in and out, but I was already straining just to keep myself upright. Sweat dropped off my brow to land on my double chin before making the long trek over my chest, abdomen, and finally onto my victim--I mean, my concubine’s back.
Lucky for me the first spell was still in effect. That and I wasn’t going to last long anyway.
The dude started doing...something. Frankly I don’t know what, since I couldn’t see. But through some contortion that doesn’t seem possible, he managed to thrust his ass up and down while I half-squatted over top him. It felt good. Incredible even--I’d never fucked an ass before, and if it always felt like this I wanted to do it a lot more.
I could already feel my orgasm approach. It was time. The second spell was mostly prepared, and with a few waves of my fingers and a few words spoken in an ancient language brought them to completion. There was only one thing left to do.
With one final backward thrust that caused my entire body to quake, I came.
