Lucius' Quest

[6 word request: Gift of the Magi, Size Edition]

The barmaid at the tavern made eyes at Lucius’ target, the twelve-meads-deep adventurer with the powerful build, but the serum he’d slipped into the man’s last flagon made sure the brute would have eyes for no one else. His name was Derwood, or Darwadir, something like that. Lucius didn’t care; the young mage flipped his hood over his head as the bar emptied out, moving one stool closer to his mark.

The big man leaned over and whispered into the elf’s ear. “I gotta say, I’ve never really thought this about your kind before but… you’re prettier than anyone in here.”

He was hairy, bearded, a massive chest over a firm gut, arms like tree trunks. He leaned on his warhammer for support. His helmet sat upside down on the bar. Lucius was fairly certain he’d vomited in it earlier, somewhere between his story about bludgeoning a lich to death and the one about beating a troll in a wrestling match.

“Might I ask,” Lucius began, licking his lips, “if you have any giant in you? Perhaps a grandfather or great-grandmother?”

The beefy man chuckled, tipping back his empty flagon, then slamming it down on the bar. The barmaid made another pass, rubbing her ample bosom against his back, but Derwood cringed from the contact, putting a big paw on Lucius’ shoulder and pulling him close.

“Well, it’s funny you ask, because yeah… my papa’s always told me that we’ve got giant’s blood in our veins. Great-grand-daddy was fifty feet tall! Used to use Lake Cresselia as a toilet, he did.”

Lucius was grateful his plan was close to fruition. One more ingredient and his formula would be perfect.

“And if you’re wondering if I’ve got any elf in me…” Derwood said, rubbing a finger along Lucius’ pointed ears, “...I’d say no, but I’d LIKE some.” He laughed, a volley of spittle launching across the tavern.

Minutes later the two were huddled behind Derwood’s carriage. A horse as well-muscled as its owner twitched its tail and stomped its foot as Lucius slobbered on Derwood’s manhood. I’m surprised he doesn’t swing this thing instead of his warhammer, Lucius thought. Derwood moaned and groaned, kicking his feet wildly, as Lucius tickled his grapefruit-sized balls. The huge man finally groaned and let forth his essence. Lucius quickly caught it in a bottle as it fired off, making sure to chant an arcane phrase as he traced sigils in the air.

Suddenly, as the gargantuan man grunted, his huge cock blasting load after load–Lucius imagined it had been awhile, if even half of his tales of adventuring were true–he suddenly collapsed in on himself with a POP. Lucius had to search through Derwood’s collapsed armor to find him within, now as small and thin as Lucius himself.

That much mead in a much smaller body put the little guy to sleep. He sighed softly, urinating himself as Lucius examined the bottle. “That’s it, all of his giant-essence drained from his form. The college will have me excommunicated when they find out what I’ve done.” Now Derwood, with only man’s blood in his veins, was just a chubby little fellow, all the muscle and size his giant heritage had given him stripped away. He would be quite shocked in the morning, Lucius thought, and would most likely be finding a new career path.

“Let’s just hope you don’t run afoul of that troll you bested,” Lucius said as he walked away. The next day, the moon would be completely full. He’d mapped out the stars perfectly. If he was to cast his spell, it had to be under that full moon. It didn’t matter if the college found out after that; he’d be giving up his life studying the arcane arts for good anyway.

*

Two weeks before…

Lucius’ heart leapt as he felt the earth tremble. From his perch on the cliffside, he searched the area for his enormous love, desperate just to lay eyes on him. Sure enough, from deep in the canyon, Groggir’s massive frame rose. With skins around his rippling abdomen and a huge club in his hand, the rock giant approached. His dark eyes went wide at the sight of little Lucius, hands clutched, eager to see him. He lumbered forward, shaking the earth with every step.

Groggir stood nearly thirty feet tall. Of his tribe, he was the smallest. Lucius had always imagined meeting Groggir’s parents, reaching up to shake a gigantic hand as a bestial man and woman loomed over him.

“MY LOVE!” Groggir boomed, reaching forward to snatch Lucius up. His hand froze at the last moment, and Lucius realized he’d cringed at the advance of the giant hand, even though it belonged to his love. It was hard to get used to being around someone who could squash you so easily, no matter what his heart said.

The elf held up his hands and Groggir plucked him down from the cliff, holding him against his brawny chest. Lucius basked in the warmth of the rock-hard skin, listening to the pounding of his giant lover’s heart.

Groggir finally lay down on the hard ground, setting his little elf lover on his chest. “I passed my elementals exam!” Lucius exclaimed proudly.

“I wish I could have seen you make the fire dance!” Groggir said, beaming at his little love.

“Watch!” Lucius said. He held up his hands and a small light glinted from his fingers, finally growing into a huge flame. Lucius, focusing hard, shaped the fire into a roaring inferno–then curled the edges until the flames made a huge heart. Sweat poured down the elf’s face as he conjured a tiny stormcloud to extinguish the flames. The ensuing mini-storm soaked the two lovers. Groggir held up his fur loincloth to shield Lucius. “I’m still getting the hang of the water part…” Lucius said sheepishly. He blushed as the rains finally dissipated. Groggir’s long, dark hair was wet, his massive torso shining in the sunlight as his big muscular pecs heaved with every breath.

“Father had me hunt a wood sprite,” Groggir said wistfully. He sighed, a blast of warm air that blew Lucius’ hair around. “He said it would use its magics to turn the mountain’s trees against us. I told him it was harmless, but he didn’t understand. He doesn’t trust small beings with so much power.”

After his words were spoken, the two turned away from each other. Groggir cleared his throat, a rumble that shook Lucius down his abdomen. The little elf found himself leaning against the large bulge beneath Groggir’s furs, basking in its heat. Lucius’ heart yearned to ask Groggir to let him play beneath the fur, but he didn’t have the courage–yet.

“Anyway, I didn’t kill it. I lied to father and told him I did. I met with the wood sprite and asked it to flee to a different part of the mountain… and it listened! But father would never forgive me for having disobeyed him.”

The stars emerged in the purpling sky. Groggir stroked Lucius’ head with his thumb. “You’ll be graduating from the college soon,” Groggir said. “And when you’ve passed your wizard exam–”

“IF I pass my exam,” Lucius interrupted.

“Well, you’ll be off then, working at an academy, right? Or serving your king…” Groggir turned away.

“I haven’t truly decided if I want to take my exam,” Lucius said as he stroked his lover’s chest. “Things have changed. I don’t know if a future as a wizard is what I truly want…”

“Well, what future DO you want?” Groggir said.

The two sat silently as both yearned to speak but neither found the courage.

“What about you?” Lucius said. “When we first met you said your father was choosing a wife for you. Has he found one?”

Groggir sat up, cupping his hand around Lucius to protect him as he rose. He set Lucius gently on his massive legs. “If you willed it hard enough,” Groggir said with a faint smile, “could you cause time to stop? Could you freeze us here in this moment?”

Lucius felt tears welling up in his eyes. “Do you truly want me to try?”

“I’d love to see the inside of that fancy college of yours,” Groggir said. “I don’t think they make robes my size though, do they?”

Lucius laughed. “If you took me to meet your father… perhaps I could convince him…”

“I would not want you to bewitch my father,” Groggir said firmly. “I’d never want his blessing if he didn’t give it willingly.”

“But he hates elves,” Lucius said.

“Must we constantly turn over the complications of our situation?” Groggir asked.

“Are all of your tribe as eloquent as you?” Lucius asked.

“Father has no idea I’ve learned to read–in several tongues,” Groggir said. “He wants me to fight. To hunt. To smash our enemies… I don’t understand why we have enemies…”

A shooting star sailed overhead. The two lovers stared at it until it flared up and then vanished. “I won’t be able to see you for a fortnight,” Lucius explained after a few pensive moments. “But we’ll meet again then, agreed?”

Groggir pulled Lucius close and kissed him. The little elf leaned into the large, full lips. “I cannot wait.”

*

The pain of bursting through his clothes was over in but a moment. As the white light subsumed his stretching elf body, he silently thanked the fates that he’d decided to cast the spell outside. He felt nauseous as he shot up… up… up, until he was taller than the trees. His body looked thin and willowy–moreso than usual–but only for a moment. The white light turned to a glittering gold and his body started to pulse with strength. Lucius roared–something he’d never done before!--and clenched his fists as he watched his arms and legs swell. His pale chest grew wider, filling out with thick, bulging sinews. He’d barely adjusted to having grown UP, and now he had to cope with growing OUT, his body becoming wide with thick slabs of meat on all sides.

“WELL now!” Lucius roared, beating his powerful chest. He grinned as he looked down to see his cock had grown along with the rest of him. No one would believe this mighty cock belonged to an elf now! It was thick as a tree, swinging back and forth between his bulging legs. He reached down and grabbed his hefty balls and jostled them. His whole body tingled–and not from the magic.

“I’m ENORMOUS!” Lucius bellowed. His booming voice echoed across the misty vale. He stooped down to find his cauldron, accidentally squashing it with his meaty fist as he grabbed it. Nearby were the tatters of his robes, now just a slip of material. His spellbook was down there too, but he couldn’t find it beneath the tree cover.

He rose to his full height and flexed his newfound muscles. “So THIS is what all those louts are so proud of,” he said as he watched his arms bounce. Feeling giddy with his newfound power, he leaned in and kissed the mountainous peak of his left arm. His huge cock shot to attention. “Good god, I’ll need to find some clothing… fast!” He extended his arms and chanted the words to a clothing glamor–not that it would make his titanic body less conspicuous, but at least it would reduce the indecency of his hulking body–but no magic came. Lucius suddenly felt cut off from that essence; the tingling that came from accessing the mystical arts was no longer there. It felt like one of his senses had been deadened.

“Well, Lucius,” he said, appreciating the newly baritone sound of his voice, “it’s the price you wanted to pay. I wonder how long it will take me to reach our canyon with strides like THIS!”

The sun was rising by the time he reached their spot. He loathed the fact that the spell had taken so long to cast. What if Groggir had waited all night and left? “If he did,” Lucius said to himself, “I’ll just march up the mountain and walk into his tribe. They’ll have to accept me at this size!”

As he came bounding into the canyon, appreciating the way his bulk made the earth shake just like his love, he froze at what he saw: Groggir’s furs in a pile next to his discarded club, but Groggir was nowhere to be found.

“GROGGIR!” Lucius roared as he approached. He scanned the canyon for evidence of his love. All he saw was a glittering green light. He leaned forward and saw something tiny fluttering through the air. “Wood sprite!” Lucius said, reaching to grab it like he’d squash a moth. It fluttered around, giggling, then tittered away, disappearing in a bright green flash.

Lucius fell to his knees and reached out, grabbing a handful of his love’s clothing. He lifted it–and something tiny was beneath it.

“Oh… oh no…” Lucius said. Cowering before him was a small man, no bigger than Lucius had been before the spell.

“Lucius?” the little guy said in a soft voice. Gone were Groggir’s massive muscles. While he still had a pleasant shape, tight and rippling, the enormous bulges of body were gone along with his massive stature. Lucius couldn’t believe how tiny Groggir seemed now!

“Groggir…” Lucius said, reaching down to scoop the elf-sized man off the grouhd. “What happened?”

The two stared at each other for a moment before Groggir finally spoke.

“The wood sprite wanted to thank me for sparing it…” Groggir said. Lucius couldn’t take his eyes off the little beauty’s long flowing hair, his chiseled face, his bright blue eyes… “So I asked it to make me the perfect size for you.”

Tears formed in Lucius eyes. He held Groggir close to his muscled chest. “I… I wanted to be big, like you…”

Lucius big dick had started to rise. Groggir couldn’t help but stare at it.

“I’d always wanted,” Groggir began, “to play with you before… but now… it’s as impossible as ever…”

Lucius lowered Groggir to his stiffening cock. Something had come over him; his size, the weight of his muscles, the delicate nature of his lover in his hand… he was in charge. He was horny. He knew what he wanted.

“You can still play,” Lucius said, lying down. As his cock rose, Groggir looked at it, wide-eyed.

“I’ve never seen anything… so big…”

“A lot of things are going to be big to you now,” Lucius explained, stroking his thumb along his lover’s tiny back. “Take care of this one for me… I want to bathe you in my essence…”