The Fat Satyr

Sorry for the long absence, but I hope a near 4000-word story makes up for it. This one might be a little weirder than some of my other stories, but I really enjoyed writing it and I hope it shows. Enjoy, and happy new year :)

I don’t know why I let those two muscle heads talk me into going out. Exams were about to start and I really should have used the time to study instead of going to a club I didn’t like to watch my friends dance while I stuck to the bar nursing a drink and wondering what the hell I was even doing there.

It’s not that I hated the music or the drinks or even the party atmosphere. I just never saw the type of guy that I was into in these places. It was all hard abs and tiny waists and I wasn’t about that. Like, at all. I like a guy with a little more meat on his bones. Okay, a lot of meat. Mostly meat. The more meat the merrier, and this club was definitely a salad bar.

So I sipped on my vodka cranberry and scrolled through TikTok and tried to look as unapproachable as possible while my two friends gyrated on the dance floor. Mark already had his shirt off, while Juan was grinding against some blonde thing that looked too young to even be in here.

“Is this seat taken?”

I was shocked out of my TikTok scrolling by the deep voice coming from my left. Somehow, I’d been so distracted that I didn’t even notice the hottest guy I’d ever seen plop right down next to me. He was… big. There was no other word to describe him. Easily twice the size of anyone else in the bar and struggling to keep his massive ass perched on the bar stool.

And he was smiling right at me and oh my god this never happens to me. “No, no, please,” I stammered, gesturing openly as I turned to face him. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious that I was into him, but it probably was. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Come here often?” He asked. His teeth were whiter than the lights behind the bar.

“No--well, sometimes. I’m here with my friends,” I said, gesturing to the two goons.

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Mm,” I stalled by sipping my drink, trying to find a diplomatic way of saying I was into fat dudes and there was nobody here other than himself that qualified. “I tend to prefer… a different sort of crowd.”

“What sort of crowd is that?” He winked. Oh god, is this really happening?

“Well, you seem nice,” I winked back. I thought I heard an actual twinkle somewhere, but that might’ve just been the end of the song that was playing.

I was about to ask this bulky, hunky stranger if he wanted to continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable when the music actually did stop and my friends came waltzing over, covered in sweat and obviously looking for a drink.

“Hey Simon, who’s your big friend?” Mark almost slipped on the word “big”-- like he had to ditch the first word he came up with because it was too insulting. His pecs glittered in the dazzling light of the disco ball.

“Um, good question,” I said, taking another sip, but my conversationalist got up to introduce himself.

“Theo,” he said, offering a hand. Mark shook it, and he did that stupid macho thing where he squeezed as hard as he could. Theo didn’t even wince, though, and he squeezed back. I knew Mark would never show pain even if he’d had his legs run over by a truck, but I did see a tiny trickle of sweat roll down his face that wasn’t there when he first arrived.

“Mark,” my friend said in reply, “and that’s Juan, and our little friend here is Simon.”

“I can introduce myself!” I quipped. I liked my friends, but it was starting to feel like they were trying to scare Theo off, and I wasn’t having any of that.

“Oh really? What, you were about to give this fatass your number?” Juan was clearly drunk, but even still, he’d clearly chosen his words to hurt. He didn’t think Theo was worth my time or anyone else’s.

I was about to tell Juan off when Theo reached into his pocket and dug out what I thought was a package of cigarettes. “Um, it’s no smoking in--” I managed, but then I realized they weren’t cigarettes at all. What he held in his beautiful, chubby hand was something that looked like… a pan flute?

“It seems like you boys could use an attitude correction,” Theo said, and then brought the pan flute to his lips and blew a few notes. Instantly, I saw the animus leave both Mark and Juan. They both straightened, slack-jawed, eyes vacant, like they were both suddenly under some sort of spell.

Then Theo commanded, “Come with me to the back room.” He shoved off the bar and lumbered through the crowd, Mark and Juan following robotically, shoving bodies aside without so much as a grunt. I followed the three of them, astounded, curious, not sure what I was seeing or what Theo had done to them to make them suddenly so obedient.

The back room of the club was somewhere I’d never been to. It just always seemed way too sleazy, something that drunken himbos did when they were so fucked up that they couldn’t even bother to call a cab to fuck their one-night stands at home. And it looked almost as dingy as I’d imagined, with a door leading to a long hallway with stalls on either side, only they were empty instead of having toilets or sinks or anything that might be considered sanitary.

Except for the one at the end. It was double the size of the rest--maybe a disabled stall at some point--only it actually had some furniture in it. A sturdy-looking bench and a cot with a few random throw pillows. It creaked under Theo’s bulk as he sat down, Mark and Juan standing on either side of him like army recruits, both staring off into space.

“You might like this next part, Simon,” Theo said softly as he slowly began to remove his clothes. His shirt was first, exposing a thick chest with even thicker hair and two of the biggest, meatiest moobs I’d ever seen. I immediately felt drawn to those massive man mammaries and wrap my lips around those big nips, but before I even had the chance, Theo brought out his flute, played another few notes, and both Mark and Juan dropped to their knees and started nursing on those delectable tits.

“See something you like?” Theo winked, and I realized how desperately hard I’d become.

“How…?”

“Oh, just a small charm. They’ll wake up tomorrow with a hangover and the vague recollection of getting laid, but they won’t remember with who,” They said. “Although, they might find themselves on a slightly different path in life after tonight.”

I didn’t know what that meant and I didn’t care. I just wanted what Mark and Juan were busily gobbling up in front of me. But in the dim light, I noticed something… strange about Theo. While in the bar he’d had an alluring cropped haircut, now it almost seemed like he had long, curly locks. And jutting on either side of his head I could swear I saw what looked like goat’s horns.

“What…” I stuttered, pointing.

“Oh, the glamour must be wearing off,” Theo waved my concern aside. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I go a little more… natural?”

I nodded. I didn’t know what he meant--I still didn’t really understand anything that was happening, but I knew I still wanted this gorgeous man. So what if he had horns? Or the chest on his hair was increasingly looking like fur, or if he was slowly taking off his jeans to reveal legs that bent in the wrong direction and ended in… hooves.

“I’m a satyr,” Theo said bluntly after I’d stared slackjawed for a few uncomfortable seconds. Mind-controlling my asshole friends with a magic flute I could take, but fucking a goat man was starting to push my boundaries a little too far.

“I… um…”

“A little convincing then,” Theo said before blowing just a single, tiny note. And then the idea of fucking this goat man didn’t sound so bad after all. Could be pretty hot, actually. I was getting more and more excited about it the longer I looked into Theo’s round, smiling face.

“Didn’t need much I see,” Theo winked, and then reached out to grab both of my statuesque friends by the nipples. “These boys need a much more serious attitude adjustment, though. Care to help me conjure a bit more magic, love?”

Would I? Hell yes. I stepped forward, wrapped both hands around Theo’s furry shoulders, and brought myself in for a passionate kiss. Theo returned my passion a hundredfold, and I could tell already that he was as excited for what was to come as I was.

“But first,” he broke off, taking a deep breath before playing a short but lovely tune on his flute. Suddenly, Mark and Juan returned to life, both diving in to receive sloppy licks from Theo before pairing off to make out by themselves on the cot.

I took my cue to saddle up next to the big satyr, who gave me a quick peck before whispering in my ear to watch what happens next. I turned and saw Juan and Mark macking like school boys in between classes, running hands underneath ripped shirts and feeling up glistening muscles, slowly removing articles as their passions continue to build. And then I noticed a pair of horns sprouting from Mark’s head and Juan’s toes slowly fusing into a solid hoof.

But I also noticed that their hairless chests and shoulders were starting to sprout a few follicles, then more, and then a veritable forest broke out on their torsos just as they’d both started fighting with each other's belts. And the bulges those belts restrained looked far larger than anything I’d ever seen from them.

I didn't have a chance to see what happened next. Theo embraced me from behind and turned my head to kiss over my shoulder, ripping my attention away from my transforming friends and returning it to those sweet lips. God, I could make out with that chubby face for hours.

And then I did. Or at least, it felt like it. Our lips never left contact as our hands explored each other’s bodies, his undoing the buttons on my shirt and pants, my fingers combing their way through the fur on his chest, slowly running over his belly and down to that delicious, heavy sheath. I hefted balls too large to fit in one hand before running my fingers up to a growing shaft that put anything I’d ever held to shame. Soon I felt him become fully engorged, a thick and lengthy club with a blunt head the size of my first. It certainly made me feel small, and I was no slouch at just over seven inches.

“Uh, yes!” A grunt from behind told me everything I needed to know, but the sound of hips meeting in rapid impacts was unmistakable. I looked over my shoulder to see Juan bent over the cot and Mark busily thrusting himself home, their clothes long discarded. Mark’s horns were already long enough to start curling back on themselves like a ram’s, while Juan’s bouncing cock looked about as big as Theo’s felt. Both had broad, hairy backs and legs that bent in the wrong directions--also like Theo.

“I thought you said they were going to get an attitude adjustment?” I asked as I turned to watch Juan and Mark going at it like beasts in rut. Theo wrapped his big arms around me, one playing with my nipple, the other tugging at my erection.

“Just watch,” he whispered. And as I did, I noticed something I hadn’t before. Juan had always been the slimmer of the two, but as I watched them fuck I saw Juan’s ass suddenly balloon wider than Mark’s hips. I watched as his gut dropped onto the cot and spread like pancake batter, as his thighs thickened until he was forced to widen his stance. And I watched Mark’s pace become even more rapid, his thrusts coming faster and faster and faster until his hips were a blur. His grunts went from pleasure to utter frustration, his hand frequently reaching to adjust his entry, apparently to no avail. Or maybe it wasn’t to change his angle at all. Instead of his hips rapidly thrusting, now it was his arm making an unfamiliar rhythmic motion.

I didn’t understand what I was seeing until Mark turned just enough for me to see the unmistakable folds of a vagina, his hand rapidly rubbing at the engorged nub of what was left of his cock-come-clitoris. Mark had lost all interest in Juan’s suddenly colossal rear as he jerked his new pussy with frantic abandon.

Now Juan was the frustrated one of the pair as he realized he was being decidedly un-fucked. Straightening, I saw a satyr now even larger than Theo, with a massive, jowly face, thick rolls on his sides, and a belly that hung halfway to his knees. Or at least, where his knees used to be. His new satyr legs provided ample room for Juan’s gut to smother even the enormous cock Theo had blessed him with.

The Juan I knew would have been horrified at his new 400-plus pound body, but Theo’s spell had quashed all thoughts beyond sex. Seeing me staring, Juan waddled unsteadily to where Theo and I stood, squashing his soft and furry flesh against me and turning me into the meat of an already excessively meaty manwich.

“You like fat boys, right Simon?” Juan asked in a new, deeper voice. “Fuck me.”

So I did. I pushed with all the strength I could muster, forcing Juan back to the cot, turning him around, and exposing a furry hole buried between two flabby mountains. I lined myself up as best I could and sank into Juan’s ass as far as it would let me.

I regretted leaving Theo, but I needn’t have bothered. From behind me I heard high-pitched whines and the lewd sounds of a very wet pussy being plowed by a cock the size of an arm. Over my shoulder, I could see Theo’s bulk thrusting in time with Mark’s writhing on the floor, his face a rictus of new and indescribable sensations.

The stall was filled with the sounds of fucking--grunts and groans, squelches and moans, and the staccato slap of horny meat ramming wetly into abundant flesh. Juan's ass rippled with every impact of my hips, his back rolls jiggling in a hypnotic dance that drew me past the point of no return without me even realizing I was about to cum.

Apparently, he was on the verge too. No sooner did I feel the first jet of jizz erupt from my balls did I feel Juan’s ass clench down as he shouted his orgasm into the mattress. His whole body wobbled with what I assumed were his own blasts of cum, lost somewhere in the folds of flab that made up his groin. Later, he’d tell me it was as though his own obese body was jerking him off with its undulations.

I heard a deep grunt and an almost ear-splitting shriek as the pair behind me both achieved orgasm at the exact same time. It sounded like Mark was more than happy with his new anatomy, although I wasn’t entirely sure how he’d feel once Theo’s spell wore off. I was also somewhat jealous of the fact that he’d got to experience Theo’s spunk before I did.

But I couldn’t complain too much--Juan’s ass was easily the biggest, sweetest hole I’d ever had the pleasure of unloading in. I gave it a slap as I gently slipped out just to watch it wobble for a few seconds, and Juan giggled. I sure hope he kept that attitude when we were done here.

I turned just in time to see the breathtaking sight of Theo slowly removing inch after inch of his huge schlong, fluids dripping from its still turgid shaft to add to the puddle of cum that marked his conquest. Fuck, I wanted that, but I knew there was no way I could ever take it.

Theo must have seen me staring since he immediately came over, his giant club bobbing back and forth, sticking out almost as far as his gut. “You’re next,” he announced just before embracing me in those giant furry arms and sticking his tongue down my throat.

I caught sight of Juan extracting himself from the cot and then squashing Mark as he lay near-comatose from his first clit-gasm. Apparently not finished after our coupling, Juan began grinding his bulk into Mark until it seemed he’d found the right spot. I could only see Juan’s rolls and folds jiggling, but by the way Mark’s high-pitched whine returned with a vengeance, I guessed he was still enjoying whatever was happening to him. I know I certainly would.

But I had something arguably better. Theo was a way better kisser than Juan ever was, even with his new fat-boy lips. He was strong and forceful, with a tongue long enough to practically choke me, but he was also soft and warm and everything about his affection seemed so genuine. With Mark, he was just getting his nuts off, but with me, he wanted to take his time and do things right.

It was easily just 20 minutes of us making out and running our hands up and down each other’s bodies. After that, we finally started going down on each other. Theo was equally skilled at using his long tongue for oral as he was making out, while I struggled to even get his fist-sized cockhead fully inside my mouth. I managed it once, but immediately felt my jaw lock up. I settled for lots of tongue and hands, which Theo seemed to enjoy just fine judging by the precum gushing from his tip.

Just as Mark’s whine reached a fevered pitch and Juan’s grunts started to grow louder, Theo brought me back to my feet and pressed me against the wall with his bulk. “I want you,” he whispered, his belly and cock grinding against my much smaller anatomy. I wanted him too, but I didn’t know how on earth I was going to be able to take that without exploding in the worst sense of the word.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” he assured me. I carefully turned to present my backside, and Theo gleefully mashed me against the wall once again, something that felt like it was approaching the size of a bat rubbing between my cheeks and leaving a slimy trail on my lower back. Then that trail seemed to slide further south as Theo parted my cheeks with chubby hands, running his copious pre over my hole like a built-in lube dispenser.

“Take a deep breath,” Theo commanded, and I obeyed. Then I felt the pressure of his bulk shift lower as he pressed his hips forward, driving his enormous cock to my hole until the head popped in with a jolt. It should have been unbearable, and it certainly hurt, but only for a moment. Then, somehow, like an iceberg scraping against the side of a ship’s hull, Theo pressed inch after unstoppable inch into me.

I swear it felt like my guts were being re-arranged, but miraculously, I wasn’t reduced to a sobbing mess. Instead, I just sat back and let Theo take me. He was strong enough--and his cock big enough--that it felt like he could support me entirely if I just went slack. I didn’t entirely do that, but I did give Theo enough leeway to set a bouncing pace of thrusts if he so chose.

He didn’t. Instead, he just kept his cock as deep inside me as he pleased, breathing hard on my neck. I turned my head just enough to see over my shoulder that Theo was grimacing, almost as though he were in intense pain or deep concentration.

He opened his eyes briefly and caught my expression. “I’m trying not to cum,” he grunted. “You’re so tight!”

“You’re huge,” I replied, then brought my lips in for as tender a kiss as I could manage. Then Theo came.

I guess I didn’t notice how much Jizz the satyr produced when he unloaded in Mark due to his magical new anatomy being able to hoover it all up, but I didn’t seem to have that luxury. I was already completely full, so Theo’s cum had nowhere to go but out. The first blast gushed down my leg, then the next blew back and covered my ass and his groin in white goo. The subsequent dozen or so spurts just added to the mess and the growing puddle on the floor.

I hadn’t cum, but that was fine. I was just happy to be held in those big furry arms. After a while, Theo had shrunk down enough to pull out, leading to another gush of cum. We both giggled at the mess.

Mark and Juan were still as we left them--Juan on top, a horny, quivering, sweating mountain of flab gyrating himself in and out of Mark, who’d long since had his umpteenth feminine orgasm. Crosseyed and drooling, Mark merely whimpered with snot coming out his nose and tears rolling down his face. Juan, somehow, still hadn't cum, but by the look of determination on his face, he was going to get there eventually.

“What will happen to them?”

“Oh, they’ll be fine,” Theo waved a thick, dismissive hand. “I mean, they’ll probably freak out a bit when they wake up tomorrow morning and see what’s happened to them, but then they’ll be too horny to stop themselves from fucking each other again.”

Juan finally grunted and shuddered with his second orgasm. It went on long enough for his flab to achieve a certain rippling rhythm with each spasm. I admit it was hot, and it did nothing to deter my persistent erection.

“Man, I’m sorry, let me get that for you,” Theo tried to drop to his knees, but I stopped him. I was done with this decrepit stall. I wanted something a little more… intimate.

“You’re coming with me,” I said, far more forcefully than I’d ever spoken to a sexual partner.

“What about your friends?”

“You said they’ll be fine,” I replied. “And what I want doesn’t involve them anyways.”

I took Theo back to my place where we fucked until dawn. Then we fucked all afternoon, ordered pizza, and fucked all night. I’ll say one thing for satyrs, they certainly have stamina.