A Fairy Type's Big Dick Energy

DRESSED IN A TAILCOAT VEST OF DARK NAVY BLUE, wearing one cute ribbon around his collar and another around the base of a rabbit-like ear, carrying a leather messenger bag on his shoulder, Asher the Sylveon. He sashayed past other students through the beige cloister alongside the college's quaint, treed courtyard. His shiny boxer-briefs bulged taut with his package. His balls were sloshing enough to interrupt conversations, to force students to look at the bouncing shapes of his humid, packed-away endowments and blush.

Partial nudity wasn't anything of exception on campus; what was exceptional was how big his junk had somehow grown to be.

The college had the scantiest of dress codes. The mage council had argued to permit students to walk the campus and to attend classes without pants because, the less a mage wears, the more easily they can channel the arcane energy of their body throughout it.

Awfully compressed inside of those undies, his cock could barely be contained in that inadequate spandex. Even in its flaccid state, that uncut, alabaster member appeared meatier than one of his calves. In truth, it was as heavy as a third thigh and at least 14 inches before even becoming erect. A textbook on quantum magics was not nearly so cumbersome. Should Asher have released his pride from its fabric prison, the monster of cock would have indubitably hung down to his knees. Should that monster ever be awakened, it could grow to 17 inches long.

Equally suggestive of the notion that he had shamelessly cast size augmentation spells on his nethers, his balls could make one's mouth water. More juicy than cantaloupe, they weighed three pounds, nearing four.

With a dainty sniff of the peach blossoms leaves breezing from the courtyard through the stony arcade, Asher smiled a picturesque smile. He was in a swell mood, and felt that he would ace his next test. His steamy pre drip marked this wing of the school with a trail of his musky scent en route to his next class, Advanced Remedies.

Fluffy pink ears bobbed past a Tauros named Beodoth, a seven-foot-six goliath. Bangs of a spicy dark-brown wholly covered the bull's eyes and the steely markings of his forehead. One might wonder how in Mew's name he could see where he was going.

Beneath a routinely-worn breastplate, he wore skintight black shorts that showed nothing less than all of his sculpted, furred quadriceps. You needn't squint to see the humongous bulge of his erection. As beefy as one of his biceps, that cock was easily wider than his backpack. Asher may have been well-endowed, but if he were to pit his nethers against the Tauros', they would have seemed to have been rather unlucky during puberty. The Tauros' cock throbbed aggressively, as though it could scare off flaccidity through sheer intimidation. Pulsating and oozing against a chestplate worn by the bull, the hulking, erect meat measured 22.5 inches. It was so long, every night in his dorm he would suck himself off and make a meal of that rich, virile, steamy bovine seed with ease. If you were to shrink him from seven-foot-six to six feet tall in height, even then his megalithic balls would still measure up against medium watermelons in girth and weight. That heavy sac – that delicious hoard of testosterone – lugged nuts that dwarfed even large watermelons. Whenever he went without release for just a day, each of them could swell to weigh as much as 30 pounds due to the sheer amount of unreleased bull batter. They sloshed and gurgled with abandon, each nut rising and falling independently with each flex of cum production.

That massive breastplate of studded iron – which his dick was smearing with sticky, musky precum – had a decorative chain draped from the front to the back. A spiked pauldron larger than his horned head covered one shoulder, and gauntlets of anchor-weight plates his hands. Mistake him to solely be a warrior, and you would know the epitome of folly, for he had enrolled in the mage academy to magically enhance his already laudable prowess in brawling and sword fighting. His favorite way to study was with a hard, heady coercion that could come off as harmless camaraderie to anyone who had never known anything but such company. Anyone who regularly refused to help him in his studies would be first known by him and his clique as a betrayer, and perhaps two weeks later as a pussy.

Enough profiling. Here he was now, boisterously laughing about a dirty joke. In roughplay that he would consider friendly, he had elbowed one of his 12 Pokémon friends into the wall. He may have gone on to choke this friend out (in good fun), if it weren't for a student whose fluffy pink ears bobbed past him. He caught a whiff of a musk impeding on the immediate dominance of his own.

Watching the gay-looking Sylveon depart, the Tauros ground his blunted chops together. He whipped one block-like finger at him and then fashioned a broad, forced smirk. "Look at that fucking Fairy." Some of his friends started snorting up laughter, still high on the humor of the last jokes. "No, really – look! What... what gender is that?" More laughter. "What IS that? Is that thing trans?!"

"A trainwreck," one of the friends supplied.

"More like a transwreck." Another of the friends.

Beodoth now wheezed on his laughter until his tears had tears. He wiped his face, splashing his friends' faces with bull-tears, then continued wheezing, strutting in one place, kicking one foot behind his ass and then the other.

"Fucking girl. I would facefuck her." He said it loud enough to obviously want those fluffy pink ears to hear.

By this point Asher had taken his last step. The Sylveon sighed under his breath, disappointed – but not surprised – about being treated this way. He swiveled around on one foot, planted it with sass. He gently paced up to those whom he had labeled in his mind as the pig-faced bigots.

I'm losing brain cells listening to these numbskulls, he thought, not even bothering to state he was cis. That's alien language to them and would invoke only more laughter. Even if it wasn't, he could not defeat thirteen tongues with language alone. Instead, he would let his junk speak for itself. That's how he would put this bull in his place. A barblike smirk crossed his petite snout.

"That's kind of funny, coming from someone with a girly dick like yours."

Beodoth's posse at once erupted into a hysteria of oohs at the sharp slight, showing for the slightest moment that their loyalty lay not with Beodoth, but with whomever appeared to be more dominant at any given point. Yet when the Tauros flashed his eyes on them, their clamor became more solemn.

"Pah," Beodoth grunted. "You idiots, what are you oohing about? Can't you see who's packing more cock? I could crush that runt's cock beneath my own. And my balls are giant slabs of beef next to that sissy Sylveon’s vegan little kumquats."

"Well," one of his friends began, "he's got some pretty big balls speaking to you that way. I'll give him credit for that. I can understand why you'd feel threatened by him."

"Wh-what?!"

Beodoth's exclamation was not a response to his friend's light jab, but rather a response to something the Sylveon had just done. He had seized the belt of the bull's shorts and slung it off, bullwhipping the air majestically. One after the other, his friends gaped in astonishment, then watched Asher jerk down both the Tauros' pants and his underwear at once, unleashing the bovine's mighty endowments upon the cloister.

That 22.5-inch dick... that massive, swollen sac... they bounced free, and steamed with the bull's manly musk. Even so, Asher purred venomously, "You think I'm afraid of you? You mock my femininity, but we'll see who's really manly after I'm done with you, twerp~"

He chucked the bull's belt aside. He hopped up with a motion so graceful, he must have practiced it dozens of times before, slinging his own steamy, pre splooge–soaked briefs to the ground, showing off his 14-inch dick. Although it twitched with arousal, it seemed unable to rise any more than a few degrees upward, struggling under its own weight.

"Oh, I may not pack as much beef right now, but that's what you're here for, bull-boy~"

Beodoth stammered, "What do you think you're doing?"

He and his friends watched with growing eyes as Asher curled his paw around the Tauros' cock. He bent it down like a lever until both of their uncut glans smushed together, kissing one another. A honey-thick curtain of pre cum dribbled from the combined heads.

"Oh yeah~" Asher purred. "Eight-and-a-half inches more than mine? You're making my cock hungry! It can't wait to taste your inches~"

A commotion of bewilderment came from both the bull's posse and students who had stopped to watch the lewd fiasco unfold.

"Such a precise measurement!"

"Look at his cock – mother of Delphox!"

With a moan the five-foot-nine Sylveon threw his chest back in delight, for a carnal twitch had electrified his cock and he had felt a lubricious breach of his own urethra, the Sylveon's dickslit yawning over the bull's chubby dickhead to swallow in a few inches of that rivalling length. And then a couple more. And a couple more. Plenty of loud, slimy, greedy gulps later, the Sylveon's penis had not only docked the bull's glans; it had slurped in several inches of that endowment.

"Wh-what the fuck, kid?" Beodoth's shock faded slightly when he realized that this was a problem he could perhaps solve with his fists, unlike the ones in arithmetic magics. "Alright sissy boy, you better cut that out, or I'll clobber you against one of these columns until it caves in!"

But Asher appeared too inundated with rapture to hear the bull, his hands prizing lustily over his length. It made a belligerent swallowing noise – bulged with size. His shaft... it was milking the mass out of the bull's length! The ensnared penis pulsated in deflation, while Asher's hooded dong only surged longer and glutted on girth, its length rippling in expansion.

Fifteen inches... 16... 17…

"Mmmmh... thirsty boy, aren't you..." moaned Asher, speaking to his cock. The twink's length milked that male cow and tightened its grip and bulged bigger. Its veins swelled bigger. A surge in its vascularity directly correlated to the decline of the Tauros' own.

Even Beodoth's balls seemed unsafe from the hunger of the Sylveon's package; the bovine scrotum began loosening as his nuts released a low whine, which was accompanied by several sloshy, squelchy sounds of the bull balls' seed being forcibly sucked out and pumped into the Sylveon's own burgeoning gonads.

Glutting on Beodoth's ball girth, the Sylveon's nuts flexed thirstily in their groaning, distending scrotum. They weren't just inflating with Beodoth's seed; they were growing in inherent size as the Sylveon's cock milked the bull of his very sex drive, each boisterous slurp bulging the alabaster length like a condom about to break before it would gulp down another veritable wad of bullcum into its own ballooning reserves of malehood.

As Asher's cock grew fatter, longer and veinier, his orbs bobbed and churned toward his knees, growing to the sizes of small watermelons, weighing several pounds heavier from the bovine load being sapped. With every brutish throb, his cock stood taller. Beodoth's began to soften and droop. Wrinkles of skin amassed along its length.

"Ohhh yeah!" Asher moaned mockingly, and fluttered his eyes up at the Tauros. "Look at how much you're giving me, bullboy. This is how engorged and swollen a manly cock should be." He kneaded over the waning bulge of Beodoth's cock head; that cock had dwindled from 22.5 inches long to less than 18.5 inches. "Nnnngh, so much for you having the bigger cock. I just can't help but binge on more of your bullhood. Gonna be so much manlier than you."

Asher's cock climbed past 19 inches long, and the leak of the bull's cock had tapered to a wee dribble inside of the alabaster length's throat-like squeeze, while Asher now practically gushed more pre cum than most males can cum, period, his cockhead soaking the bull's in that sticky, testosteronal cocktail.

Beodoth tried to pull his cock free by stumbling away, only to feel the strengthening, mucous throaty grip of that predatory urethra reel him back in with its might; swallow his inches back down with ease. Increasingly musky, that Sylveon precum spurted liberally and washed the drained host's whole length. Beodoth could hardly smell his own musk anymore; the Sylveon's just kept getting stronger and stronger.

"What the hell, man? Let me go – you gotta let me go!"

This time, Beodoth sounded whinier. His confidence seemed about as flaccid as his cock was becoming, whereas Asher's erection only stiffened more, and his voice only grew more teasing and domineering:

"And why would I let you go, twerp? Your cock is so delicious... Nnnngh, and I'm just getting started. My cock's gonna bulk up on your girth, slurp you dry. And my balls are gonna get all full and fat. Gonna be cumming out volumes you could barely dream of in your sleep, you beta cuck."

No, Asher didn't let up; he only took more and more of the Tauros' size and virility, his boner hulking out as it utterly deplenished and softened the waning bovine member. As the waves of theft continued, the rate at which his cock lengthened decreased, but that didn't change the fact that it now converted much of the dick mass it dined on into additional girth, fattening with every throb. Soon his dick equalled a fire hydrant in girth, every throb a dull-but-audible tremor as you could hear the skin stretching and expanding along that uncut menace.

Twenty inches... 21 inches... 22…

His cock practically drank up all the masculinity worth slurping out of the bovine hunk's shaft and testes, reaping so much mass that Asher had had to take a few paces back to accommodate its added length. If it weren't for the strength of his erection, it would have been a great labor just to hold his length upright because it burgeoned to 23 – 24 inches long, a length at which he would barely have to tip his dicktip toward his lips to suck himself off.

He reached the point where he had sapped up so much from Beodoth, his balls weighed 35 pounds each, balls sloshing like mad with their hyper-potent, inherited supply of cream, his sac big enough to smother someone's lap. With a crude, mocking sigh, he undocked the bull. His column of manhood slapped against his lips, already spurting a half-pint of pre cum with every pulse.

"Ohh boy, you've got me real worked up," cheered Asher, and rubbed along the sides of that turgid meat monster. He sneered at the bull. "Hear how powerfully my balls are churning? To know what it's like to cum like a real male, you'll have to live vicariously through me now, shrimp. With those sorry, wilted nuts of yours, you'll be lucky if you can cum what I can pre cum in a single squirt~"

Indeed, Beodoth's lousy balls had shrunk beneath the size of oranges. Each of them weighed less than a few ounces now. Those lightweight orbs did moot to stretch the bull's sac, which had become saggy and wrinkly, deflated and deprived of seed. Similarly, the bull's uncut cock now barely surpassed the length of a finger, flaccid. Droopy foreskin had buried its glans. The bull gaped at his reduced loins with the shameful stupefaction of some nerd who'd just had his comic book swiped from his hands by a giant bully.

"Y-you can't do this to me, boy. Give it back... please! I take back everything I said! There's nothing effeminate about you! You're a true male, alright?"

How low on the hierarchy had he fallen, his friends observed, some of them staring in silent disbelief, some of them chortling at him. After a few moments, the former posse of the bull had stepped away from Beodoth and had gathered around the ultra-hung Sylveon, having found a more hung, more alpha male to lead them.

Seeing his former allies change sides, and having had much of his testosterone drained from him, Beodoth whimpered. He dropped to his knees and clapped his hands together in deference.

"Listen... I just want to start over with us. I just want a second chance, to settle the debt, alright?"

Asher looked down on him, poker-faced. "Wow. And you were calling me effeminate." There was pity or disgust in his tone, but it wasn't clear which one. "Guys who go down on their knees aren't worthy. You're more fit to be a snack for a cock like this. I bet your friends would love to see how fast my balls can melt you down~"

All of the Tauros' friends began to chant their excitement and breathe their lust, glaring at the bull with predatory eyes, and Beodoth couldn't help but whimper and plead; but Asher, ignoring him, just stroked his cock and moaned, "Your friends know you're nothing but cockfood. I'm gonna churn you into a creamy protein shake then slurp you down for some extra energy. That’ll be all the brain fuel I need to ace my next test, for sure.”

With surprising strength, Asher grabbed one of the bull's wrists and raised his head to the level of his drooling cumslit. An egregious moan resounded throughout the quad entire as his glans bulged with the protein-rich bovine's maned head.

SLORP. SLORP.

Urethral walls thickly padded with the absorbed cock-flesh of the Tauros muffled his shrill cries, and with every peristaltic twitch the Sylveon's penis yanked in more of his broad, beefy, armored figure, starting with the fluffy trapezius muscles, slobbering up more of his arms and medieval iron with every squelchy flex. Beodoth's pleading now was buried beneath the strident sloshing, drizzling and convulsing of the urethra, and one could hear his joints popping as the yawning penis forcibly pinned his arms against his sides.

More students gathered around the debacle, and pushed and shoved for a better look; and many of them blushed heavily at the sight of the Sylveon hugging his flailing hyper penis, forcibly grinding his forearms into it and groaning loudly, flinging his ribboned head in absolute ecstasy. Around his embrace the penis had swelled into a giant, puffy sandbag, its pre puddling around him as it gorged, shuddering in thrill, stifling his meal's squirms with every convulsion of compression.

"Aaah-aahh! Such a good cock snack!" Asher moaned, licking and smooching over his cock: over the bulge of the Tauros' hips. Down the slobbering dickslit crept those scruffy haunches and kicking hooves, elating Asher with hot, intense, beating pleasure.

And then –

GUHHOOORP.

Students backed away from his balls as they swallowed their prey and spilled along the cloister, clad with the lewdly rustling shape of the armored ballfodder. Handprints, hoofprints and hornprints pattered frantically beneath the sac's malleable skin. Even a squishy snout bulge appeared, mouthing what sounded like an even more whimpery protest, though one couldn't make out the exact words beneath the incredible, eclectic utterances of his bull-metabolizing cum pool, which included QUIII, GOOOOOORHOOK and SQUOORSH. The bloated cum pouch began to ripple profusely from the diffusion of BLORPs and BOOOOAAARGs, all while Asher soaked in the sheer, inebriating lust of the moment, nipping down on his foreskin and tugging on it, moaning riledly as his giga-penis quaked against his snout, a snaking dickvein bulging to its limit.

He was about to blow, and the biggest, baddest bull in the university was about to devolve into a giant barrelful of Sylveon jizz. But not just jizz. No, he had another intention for the bull and acted upon it, uttering a short spell under his breath with his paws on his balls. Waves of pink energy surfed the diameter of the distended scrotum before fading.

I've been waiting to do this to a guy your size for a loooong time.

"No use struggling, testing your strength against my nuts... That's a test you're gonna flunk... You're mine, twerp – FOREVER~"

The Tauros' dying breaths were muffled by a malevolent GUUUUOOOOOOAAAARRRRGLE, and the Sylveon's scrotum gave a pugnacious flex, contracting hellishly and forging away Beodoth's already marshmallowy identity, until BORBHH! His balls flopped and bounced out in expansion, having been rendered into two perfectly full, firm, irely groaning gonads.

To say his balls had Mega Evolved would be to severely downplay Asher's gains. How gorgeously ginormous they had already been after sapping up Beodoth's size – and yet, Asher's balls back then may as well have been ranked as starters against these legendary-sized behemoths. If he wanted to sit on his nuts like a bean bag, he most certaintly could do so now, and if he kicked his feet out there would still be enough podgy sac left to cushion his heels like a footrest.

But oh, Asher had gained so much more than mere size. The spell he'd cast moments ago activated, and on the cleft of his sac made between his ball bulges, there materialized a cartoonish tattoo of the Tauros' face: He appeared petrified – appeared to be pealing out one last plea. And this captured his very last moment before he'd collapsed into cum and had his soul absorbed into Asher's sac. Of course, we now know how unsuccessful that plea had been.

Now, Beodoth was a permanent trophy for the cute pink body. A permanent boon to the size of his endowments. To the potency of his libido.

Merely glancing at the thought in his mind elicited a twitch of his dick from which there was no going back. All the gallons of pent-up cream geysered up into his length, propelled by currents of the surplus pink magic that had been stockpiled in his balls. Ravenous, Asher mmph-ed and seized his foreskin forcefully, pulling it over his head and lodging his jaws around the glans, a heavy glrk commencing what would become a messy, lengthy self milking.

Chuffing out vulgar grunts and groans, he downed countless servings of cum that would amount to hundreds of milkshakes, more savory and rich than any one of them, soft serving his muzzle with that continuous hydrant in that wonderland of pleasure. The sheer, steamy goodness of each burst... the heat of his quaking member... the hug of cock against rapidly inflating belly... the power move, right in front of what he suspected to be over a hundred students who had gathered...

Holy fuck, his climax-addled mind thought, his orgasm still going after 10, 15, 20 seconds, with no sign of slowing down any time soon. This was his first time using the spell he had learned only recently. Such a powerful spell...

"Ghmmmmmhhhh."

That was the one utterance he managed to make between the steady swallows of his victory load.

For almost a full minute the crowd watched him slurp down that impregnably thick bull batter. A bulge of seed flexed under his undershirt collar, and the collar buttons popped off before the pink ribbon fastened there snapped and slithered slowly to the ground. The golden buttons on his navy blue coat popped off, some of them volleying his bent meat pillar while others shot into the crowd. With gasps, students raised their textbooks, either to block the button-fire or to hide their immense blushes from the sight of the Sylveon's alabaster belly doming out to a keg thickness, groaning and sloshing and purling as the Sylveon relocated every liter of sweet cream from his balls to his midriff.

Fully milked, his giant gonads had deflated enough to be more distinguishable from one another, anchored to the ground in a now loose and rug-like scrotum. Asher fired his last shot of cum and then unhooded his head, unveiling it entrenched in cum as slimy, sticky and thick as Groudon snot.

"Pff-aaah..." He spat some of the splooge out of his mouth, simply in order to breathe. "Haah... ah fuck, that guy was delicious." He suckled and slurped up some of the cum off of his arms and fingers, so thick it was like a giant dragon had just cummed on him.

His knees buckled a bit from the weight of the jizz in his belly. "Oooof." He hefted it up with trembling arms and curved his spine a bit. He rubbed over that taut, wobbling, grousing sphere, his hands caretaking it for the course of a gurgly absorption that happened about as fast as one can chew a mouthful of food.

GLUUUUOOH-URRRSH! GROOOOB... BRRRRLE. ORKH. SH-WORSH! QUU-OOOWL! KUSH. KOSH.

His bloated intestines gave a masterful squeeze, soaking up the last of the nutritious cum. Those nutrients fired at very choice locations on his figure, swelling his hips and padding his ass, roundening his belly with a layer of fat that wonderfully balanced firmness and squishiness.

"Hooof, that bull made such a fattening cream! BHAAARP!" The pungent belch swamped his mouth with the taste of cum, not excluding an acidic aftertaste. He pivoted toward the bull's former friends and put his hands on his broadened, softened hips with a smirk. "Y'know, you boys can touch the pudge I've turned your bull friend into, if you want. It's not like he can do anything about it."

Silent gasps of lust made the rounds. At first, there was hesitation, though Asher suspected that said hesitation had little to do with their respect for the Tauros he had drunk. Ultimately, one of the bull's 12 ex-friends could not help but step forward to grope over Asher's new cock; and the others fell in line. They huddled around the twink's sprawling booty, heaping belly and steaming endowments and began to worship him, submitting to their desires, abandoning all shame. Going with the flow of their kneading, hugging, groping and nosing, he would turn, raise, lower, bend and extend his limbs. At first, he merely hummed in benign lechery.

But then, his nostrils twitched.

All of those delicious scents of beefy magicians…

The rejuvenating spice of magic... the exhilarating musk of bulging underwear... Ohh fuck, he thought, and moaned. I c-can't... resist... So many fucking meals waiting for my cock to snarf them down... Already throbbing away its droop, his shaft rose despite the weight of the sundry forms embracing it, like some great, prophesied behemoth awakening from sleep. And I haven't eaten lunch yet, either... His belly moaned.

OOOUUURROOU…

The sequel, "A Fairy-Type's Vengeful Gluttony," can now be read on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/posts/49376091