Ancient Tomes - Part 6

“Rise and shine, fat boy.” 

Roy woke with the sensation of thick lips and an even thicker tongue wrapped around his morning wood. He recalled the previous night, the thunderous sex he’d had with his boyfriend, Gabe, but he also remembered the odd, chub-chasing runt that he’d stalked back to his dorm room and turned into the massive man that was now busily providing him with the best wake up call he’d ever had. And stranger still, he remembered many more mornings just like it.

He knew that he had to get to the bottom of this bizarre mix of contradicting memories, but that could wait. First, he had to cum down his big man’s throat, and then he’d likely have to ride his even bigger cock for at least 10 minutes. Every morning was a workout with Gabe.

“So, uh, where’d you get this book?”

The question seemed to perplex Gabe as he idly toyed with Roy’s nipple. They were post coital, with Gabe’s latest load slowly dribbling out of Roy’s hole and onto the mattress. He sensed that this was so common an occurrence that neither of them bothered to prevent it at this point.

“I dunno. Never seen it before. Thought you’d picked it up the night before and left it there before we got down to business,” replied Gabe. That didn’t jive at all with what Roy remembered from yesterday, but he went along with it. There was no sense arguing when he was so caught up in both remembering and learning about what had happened to his former life. 

Gabe was a former member of the sumo team--that’s why he was in the locker room the day before. He still worked out with the team from time to time to stay in “shape,” although he freely admits that he’s let his appetite get the better of him these days. He’s put on at least 20 pounds since he quit, but neither Roy nor Gabe mind. They’ve both been big, have always liked bigger guys, and since quitting the team, they both have enough time to study and fuck, with an emphasis on the fucking.

Soon into their relationship during freshman year, Roy discovered that Gabe was insatiable. He wanted sex constantly, he was at least half hard almost all the time, and he could fuck for hours. Roy felt like it was hard to keep up, but Gabe never complained if he asked to stop and seconds instead of thirds. 

Although Gabe’s production did make having a clean bed virtually impossible. Even as he was reading the first few pages of the mysterious book, Roy could feel Gabes hardon poking him in the thigh and leaving a trail of salty slime. 

“God babe, could you maybe put a sock on that thing? It reeks like a barn in here,” Roy chided, but only halfheartedly. He secretly kinda liked it--or not so secretly, as Gabe did nothing to staunch his never-ending flow.

The book had no title, was leather bound, and was written in a language he didn’t even come close to comprehending. But in the margins of each page were hand-scrawled notes. They didn’t look like Gabe’s writing (or at least, not the current Gabe’s writing), so Roy assumed it to be study notes written by the former runt. Those he could understand just fine, and after a few pages he began to understand what he was dealing with.

It was magic. Honest to goodness magic. The runt had figured out how to cast a spell that made people… big. According to the notes, he was trying to find something for “male potency,” but was disappointed when he kept accidentally turning people into enormous versions of their former selves. He lamented their excessive girth, but was encouraged by the “sizeable enlargement of the subject’s testes.” 

Roy reached down to jostle his own balls, noting how he could barely cup them both in a single hand. For Gabe, each nut needed its own palm.

The notes continued with the runt going to the gym locker room and turning what he said was a “swim team” into “a group of oversized men more concerned with sucking cock than aerobic exercise.” It took him a moment to realize that the notes were referring to the sumo team--the school had never had a swim team. 

But then things got weird. The writing described how the world changed after each casting of the spell to fit the effects, how the swim teams trophies and photographs all morphed and changed. It even described how a particular person’s memories were affected with the only immunity belonging to the spellcaster themselves. 

Then it clicked for Roy--as soon as he’d cast the spell, the runt was gone forever. He could remember it, in a sense, but because the spell had somehow also made Gabe his boyfriend, it had affected his memories too. 

Roy took a moment to think about the deep philosophical quandary that the situation presented itself. Then he tossed the book to the side and did the best he could to wrap his arms around the huge hunk of man meat laying next to him. He couldn’t really reach all the way around, and settled for just grabbing one of Gabe’s tire-sized love handles and using it to pull himself in for a deep kiss.

Classes were all this afternoon, so they had plenty of time to get wet and wild this morning. And then he’d have to figure out just what to do about that book and the incredible power it represented.