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Ok, this is my first attempt at writing fiction in years. I've decided to have a go at a fantasy story so expect lots of elves, wolves and dragons etc. In order to make life tricky for myself I've decided to start part way through the story and then have a flashback so you can see how the main character ended up like this. All characters are over the age of eighteen.
The Enchanters Apprentice
Chapter One
Thomas groaned and repositioned himself against the headboard of the bed. He was currently propped up against several pillows as three of the serving girls from the inn worked hard to pleasure him. Two of them, he forgot their names, were busy licking and sucking on his enormous endowment while a third showered his face, neck and chest with kisses.
They'd only been at it for five minutes or so and already he could feel his orgasm building. While the magical accident had given him a cock that put most other men to shame, he was still a novice when it came to self-restraint. Luckily he now had the stamina to become hard again in a matter of minutes no matter how many times he came. He hoped his new bed partners were equally keen. After a week trekking through the wilderness between Whitehaven and Bede with the rest of the party he had a lot of sexual frustration to release.
Even though he'd seen a lot of it in the past three months, he still never tired of studying his newly enlarged cock. Considering his previous puny member his new appendage was a constant source of pride. Eleven and a half inches of rock solid flesh sprouted from the thick growth of public hair at his groin. There was of course the fact that it was ridiculously out of proportion to his short skinny frame, but that didn't bother him in the least. Partly it was because he'd feel like a stranger in his own body if he'd been totally transformed, and partly because it made his cock look even bigger compared to the rest of him. When they'd arrived in town that day he'd derived a quiet satisfaction as they'd passed countless scores of women who would never have guessed his true size.
His increased dimensions had come with an equally enlarged libido. Every time he passed a woman he'd felt his cock give a small pulse like a divining rod sensing water. He'd found himself fantasising about the female guard at the city gates who had checked their travel papers and wondering whether she was quite so stern as her demeanour suggested.
They'd dismounted from their steads and made their way into the town. Here he'd been confronted by every size, age and type of woman imaginable. House maids giggling and swapping stories in the marketplace, buxom female shopkeepers showing off their wares and haggling with merchants wives. Even an elven warrior, tall and willowy, talking to a hulking blacksmith in the doorway of his shop. His stare obviously lingered on her tight fitting green tunic slightly longer than it should have as she turned to watch Thomas's party once they'd passed and her eyes narrowed slightly as she frowned.
By the time they'd arrived at the inn his fantasising had got the better of him and he could feel the stiff bulk of his cock running down the length of one leg of his trousers. He was glad now he'd take Mallin's advice and had the castle seamstress provide leather padding on the inside. As a result the bulge wasn't noticeable to passing observers. The downside was that it had become quite difficult to walk and he'd been reduced to a strange halting gait. Amaris had asked him what was wrong and he claimed that he'd strained a muscle during the long ride. The way she'd rolled her eyes in mock disgust suggested that she found this excuse all too plausible. While Mallin sorted out their rooms he made his excuses and hobbled off to find a latrine, desperate to relieve himself in both senses of the word.
The Enchanters Apprentice
Chapter One
Thomas groaned and repositioned himself against the headboard of the bed. He was currently propped up against several pillows as three of the serving girls from the inn worked hard to pleasure him. Two of them, he forgot their names, were busy licking and sucking on his enormous endowment while a third showered his face, neck and chest with kisses.
They'd only been at it for five minutes or so and already he could feel his orgasm building. While the magical accident had given him a cock that put most other men to shame, he was still a novice when it came to self-restraint. Luckily he now had the stamina to become hard again in a matter of minutes no matter how many times he came. He hoped his new bed partners were equally keen. After a week trekking through the wilderness between Whitehaven and Bede with the rest of the party he had a lot of sexual frustration to release.
Even though he'd seen a lot of it in the past three months, he still never tired of studying his newly enlarged cock. Considering his previous puny member his new appendage was a constant source of pride. Eleven and a half inches of rock solid flesh sprouted from the thick growth of public hair at his groin. There was of course the fact that it was ridiculously out of proportion to his short skinny frame, but that didn't bother him in the least. Partly it was because he'd feel like a stranger in his own body if he'd been totally transformed, and partly because it made his cock look even bigger compared to the rest of him. When they'd arrived in town that day he'd derived a quiet satisfaction as they'd passed countless scores of women who would never have guessed his true size.
His increased dimensions had come with an equally enlarged libido. Every time he passed a woman he'd felt his cock give a small pulse like a divining rod sensing water. He'd found himself fantasising about the female guard at the city gates who had checked their travel papers and wondering whether she was quite so stern as her demeanour suggested.
They'd dismounted from their steads and made their way into the town. Here he'd been confronted by every size, age and type of woman imaginable. House maids giggling and swapping stories in the marketplace, buxom female shopkeepers showing off their wares and haggling with merchants wives. Even an elven warrior, tall and willowy, talking to a hulking blacksmith in the doorway of his shop. His stare obviously lingered on her tight fitting green tunic slightly longer than it should have as she turned to watch Thomas's party once they'd passed and her eyes narrowed slightly as she frowned.
By the time they'd arrived at the inn his fantasising had got the better of him and he could feel the stiff bulk of his cock running down the length of one leg of his trousers. He was glad now he'd take Mallin's advice and had the castle seamstress provide leather padding on the inside. As a result the bulge wasn't noticeable to passing observers. The downside was that it had become quite difficult to walk and he'd been reduced to a strange halting gait. Amaris had asked him what was wrong and he claimed that he'd strained a muscle during the long ride. The way she'd rolled her eyes in mock disgust suggested that she found this excuse all too plausible. While Mallin sorted out their rooms he made his excuses and hobbled off to find a latrine, desperate to relieve himself in both senses of the word.