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A cock as long as his arm and balls the size of small melons did not last long. First, the enlargement was more area to be burnt by the sun. Second, the additional weight was starting to cause his back to ache. Third, well, having giant parts just looked silly. Back to his normal size, which was still on the better side of average, Sir Auric draped the ring around his neck.

After having gone north to the lair of the dragon in the mountains and then east to subdue the Spider Queen, he headed west to slay, nay, lay the mighty giant. This brought him to a crossroads, his kingdom, what used to be his kingdom, to the south. His heart pulled him in that direction for a moment before despair set in. Word had spread by now and he would most likely be known as 'Sir Auric the horse-fucked', a laughing stock compared to who he was, strong and brave, manly, the epitome of manliness, to be adored and admired. No, he could never go back, never see, sigh, mother, Sir Rufus, or even Randy again. With a sniffle, he headed west.

*****

All this traveling had him missing horse, who had saved him the time and effort of walking. Again, he sniffled, remembering the good times, riding nude, draping his arms around the neck of the horse, relaxing and falling asleep from the sway of the gentle gait. All I need is a steed between my thighs and a sword and shield at my sides, he had said.

He involuntarily reached behind. As his hand sliding along his crack, he fingered his hole, once again as tight as that of a boy, which made having had sexual relations with a horse all somewhat unbelievable, but he remembered the experience quite vividly, to be one with such a large cock, an extension of that cock . . . which filled a gaping hole in his life.

"Almighty!" he cried, falling to his knees. A glint of light off his chest, the amulet sparkled. All he had left, the only thing he had left, all he had to show for his life, the mutability spell was quite powerful, but what could it do for him now? If only it could change his life as easily as it did his body.

"I should have asked for an amulet of temporal-ability," he muttered, "then I could go back and undo . . ." What, everything? he thought, to have never admitted my desires or acted upon them, to live a life unfulfilled? He sighed. Still, quite unsatisfied since horse died, longing for something more, he needed a sign.

*****

He got a sign, at the edge of the woods, a literal sign reading, 'Danger - Giant Territory!' Having reached his destination, he scoffed, brow furrowed. How did I end up here? he thought. Oh that is right, the quest, to slay, nay, lay the giant. By taking something so large, even larger than a man would brave, I will prove myself not weak, fearful, or unable to protect myself, in others words, not feminine, from acting on my desires.

"Well who the fuck cares anymore," he said with a chuckle. "Hear that, giant," he called, "you are in no danger of my laying you! I will leave you to your puppy-eating or whatever terror you impose upon this land!"

"Aw shucks," he swore he heard from the woods.

"What was that?" Sir Auric called, "is someone there?"

In his effort to discern the source of the utterance, all grew quiet but the slight breeze, the rustling of the leaves overhead, the chirps of birds, his own breathing and the pounding of his heart. Peering into the woods, light danced about except in one shady spot where . . . something large . . . possibly a . . . tap on the shoulder, Sir Auric hit the ground.

*****

From someone shaking him, Sir Auric recovered from the shock of being startled, sitting up. "Randy?" he asked, his eyes fluttering open, "is it truly you?"

"Yes Sir Auric," Randy whimpered, "it is me."

Looking into big, brown eyes, Sir Auric filled with joy. If he was with Randy, he must be home, and if he were home, his adventure so far must have been a dream . . . but as Randy helped him off the ground, Sir Auric noticed that he was nude.

"Randy, why are not you dressed, where is your tunic?" Sir Auric looked around, sill at the edge of the woods . . . he sighed in realization. "And what are you doing so far from home?"

"I have been waiting for you sir, and while I was waiting I was robbed!"

"They took your tunic?" Sir Auric asked, wiping the dirt from his arms.

"Yes Sir Auric, they took my clothes, my coin purse, my sword, and my virginity!"

"How emasculating," Sir Auric said, shaking his head, "to be without a sword."

"Yes Sir Auric."

"Nevertheless, you are a sight for sore eyes." His gaze lingered over Randy. How long have I been gone? he wondered, as Randy had shot up, filled out, and was even a bit hairy. "Almighty, you are becoming a fine-looking man!"

"Thank you Sir Auric." Randy blushed, a blush that travelled to his loins. "And might I say that not a day went by where I did not think of you fondling . . ."

"I think you meant fondly."

"Um . . . yes Sir Auric." Randy quivered, a dollop of man mess splattering his feet. "And not a night went by where you did not fill me in my dreams."

Sir Auric furrowed his brow. "I think you meant 'fill your dreams'." Randy quivered again. "Regardless, you will always be mine . . ."

"I am yours! Take me Sir Auric!" Randy spun and bent over, his small cheeks parting.

". . . in service as my page," Sir Auric finished.

Before him was a man or, at least, almost a man, offering himself to him. A tight bud winked at him, but his gaze went right to what was dangling below, not long, but quite thick. Sir Auric quivered at the thought, had he truly become so craven? By the rise of his cock, he would have to say yes.

"What is the meaning of this? Do you comprehend what you are asking?" The butt before him nodded yes. "I would not want you to have regrets."

Randy looked through his legs to him. "The only regret I have is that you were not my first."

Sir Auric heard a sniffle; the lad was going to cry. To come so far for him, what he had been through, and offer himself to him with fear of rejection . . . Sir Auric oh so did not want him to cry, or at least that is what he told himself.

"Now, now, Randy," he said, gently patting his rump. "The pleasure would be mine."

"Really Sir Auric?" Randy turned to him, wiping the single tear from his eye.

"Yes, but I truly prefer to be the ewe."

"I have never been the ram," Randy said with a pout, "my doing so would be awkward, unless you could show me?" Once again, Randy bent over, his ass in the air.

Virgins, Sir Auric thought.

He was being selfish, but he did not want to give Randy what he wanted for himself. More than selfish, he had a burning desire. If only they could satisfy each other as he had seen men do with their mouths, but that would be physically impossible . . .

"Almighty," Sir Auric exclaimed, "there is a way."

Sir Auric took the amulet from around his neck, slipping the ring over his finger. With his eyes closed, he outstretched his arms, gave a slight twist at his waist, and another, and another, until his torso spun around, his front side now facing the rear. And what a nice rear it is, Sir Auric thought, grabbing it with both hands. He liked the way it looked, round and hard, with a dusting of golden hair . . . he felt a tap on the shoulder.

"Sorry," he said, turning. After an awkward dance of affection, "just put it in," Sir Auric said.

Randy stepped up to him, holding himself, and poked between his cheeks; Sir Auric leapt.

"Almighty," he exclaimed, "I forgot what it was to be tight!" He rubbed his sore ass. "Let us take it slow." He tentatively stepped forward.

"Show me how," Randy said. He smiled as an elongated cock passed through his thighs, curled like the tail of a monkey.

"Just follow my lead."

Sir Auric reached around, grabbed his cock, and rubbed it against the warm, soft hole. Randy did the same to him. He lingered, enjoying the sensation himself. Relaxed, as he knew Randy also would be, he pressed a little harder; Randy did the same to him. Gently he pushed; they both clenched, gasping. Now at the right length and position, Sir Auric slipped off the amulet and his cock grew rigid.

By bumping their hips together repeatedly, they created a pleasant stroking motion for both. They held each other tight and rested their heads on opposite shoulders. Sir Auric licked Randy on his neck, while Randy panted on his.

As if trying to reach an itch inside, they each squirmed, Sir Auric grinding Randy with his about-face butt, while Randy reached back to maneuver the long cock in his ass. Hitting that spot, a jolt passed between them and they jerked against each other repeatedly. The sensation of a stream through his loins combined with warm squirts inside was the closest he had come to fucking himself; he made a mental note to try that later.

Hot, sweaty, and gasping for breath, a volley of man mess hit their faces. Squinting through the goo, they saw a giant cock, or rather, the cock of a giant.

The giant shrieked and stomped away.

Sir Auric gave chase but, being backwards, ran backwards, tugging himself out of Randy; Sir Auric yelled, Randy screamed. His finger in the ring, Sir Auric closed his eyes, took a deep breath to focus, and then put himself to rights.

"After him!" he cried, giving chase into the woods.

The beast was not hard to track, for all the grunting, stomping, and crashing ahead, the damage to the trees and brush, and the large footprints in the soft earth. Sir Auric quickly caught up with him, but the beast pulled a small tree over in his path. Sir Auric leapt over the tree with an 'ah-ha!' holding out a hand in which should have been a sword. Randy, behind him, was scrambling over the downed tree, dutifully carrying his provisions, armor, sword, and shield. By the time Randy caught up, the beast started crying.

"No no kill me," he wailed.

The rise left Sir Auric, muscles tense and ready to spring into action now lax, deflated. Sir Auric looked at the beast, yes, a giant, grimy all over with unruly hair and a beard matted with dirt, but still, as much a man as himself only larger.

"Beast," Sir Auric called, "do you have a name?"

He nodded, sniffling. "Hugo," he said. "No kill me . . ."

"Am I to kill you then?" Sir Auric asked.

Hugo nodded. "Men try."

"And why do they want to kill you, what do you do that is so terrible?" Hugo shrugged. "There must be something."

"To -" he kicked his hips, cock flopping "- I need big, need cow, but when done, cow no move."

"So you are a cattle mutilator?" Sir Auric asked; Hugo shrugged. "And you do not hurt people or eat puppies?" Hugo shook his head. "Well why not just stop, surely there are other ways . . . like what happened just now." Sir Auric still had a face full of now-tacky cum as proof.

"No cow but boom!" he exclaimed. "No see two men make cow before." Just thinking about it, his cock raised.

Sir Auric sighed, turning to Randy. "We have a giant coming out of the closet."

"What are we to do?" Randy asked.

"There is only one thing to do," Sir Auric said, grabbing his sword. Randy gasped as Hugo quivered, and not in a good way. Sir Auric raised his sword, "a makeover," he said, "starting with that beard."

*****

Chopping up a flurry of hair, scrubbing him raw then buffing him shiny, Sir Auric stepped back, arms crossed, his chin resting on his fist, to examine his work. A giant of a man, two heads taller than Sir Auric and nearly twice the size of Randy, everything was in proportion, from his huge feet to his thick thighs, from his meaty hands to his large but comely head; Sir Auric lingered over his sex, truly the largest in all the kingdom.

Living off the land left Hugo lean and strong, his body quite shapely with a broad chest and narrow waist. From his time in the forest, out of the sun, Hugo was quite fair. His hair was jet black, which they cut shoulder length; now clean it shimmered in waves. They also shaved his face clean, and de-matting his body hair left him nicely trimmed, his full chest of hair tapering to a line down his belly, adorning his cock.

"So what do you think?" Sir Auric asked Randy, but need not have asked. Randy was fondling himself, dribbling man mess. "Do you want to borrow my ring?"

"Thank you Sir Auric, but I think I can work my own magic."

Randy ran to Hugo and leapt into his arms. For the first time Hugo was aroused, a need created instead of just a base desire to be satisfied with cows. As his member rose between his legs, Randy straddled it as if the branch of a tree.

"Well," Sir Auric said, backing away, "I will give you some privacy."

His words went unnoticed as Randy reached up to give Hugo his first kiss.

*****

Sir Auric peeked, and no, Randy did not need his ring, as Randy was quite unconventional. With Hugo lying back on the ground, Randy, between his legs, puzzled over the cock, which came up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around it and, squatting, slid up and down, stroking Hugo with his body while humping him. Though he resisted, savoring the arousal, the huge balls of the giant recoiled and his cock kicked, shooting a volley of cum into the air, which landed on his belly with a wet splat. Randy pulled away, still streaming his discharge, and slid into the arms of his lover.

Sir Auric left them, turning into the forest, to go fuck himself.

*****

Spooned in his strong and sticky grip, Sir Auric had to help pull Randy free. The now gentle giant slept soundly, a murmur on his exhale. Randy kissed his cheek softly before following Sir Auric out of the forest. Sir Auric knew better than to ask with whom Randy would stay.

"You will be safe here with Hugo, and you will be able to keep him out of trouble."

"Thank you Sir Auric," Randy said bashfully. "You will come visit us?"

"Of course," Sir Auric replied, "although I do not know where life might take me."

"You will find me, as I found you." Now at the edge of the forest, Randy handed over to Sir Auric his provisions, armor, sword, and shield.

"By the way, why did you seek me out?" Sir Auric asked.

Randy gasped. "To let you know that the Queen has sent a party out for you . . ."

That much was obvious, as they were surrounded by the soldiers.

". . . to arrest you."

"Guards, put him in irons!" the commander called from atop his horse.

Sir Auric dropped his gear and pulled his arms behind himself, to be shackled along with his legs, showing no resistance. They then picked him up and summarily dumped him into a small cart. The cart headed out, jostling him hard; returning to the kingdom this way would be quite unbearable, in more ways than one . . .

*****

Randy scrambled over the downed tree to find Hugo sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Randy ran to him and fell into his lap, holding him tight. In incomprehensible bursts, he told Hugo of how the men took Sir Auric away.

"Oh Hugo, whatever are we to do?" he pleaded.

Hugo, brow furrowed, grunted. "Make cow?"

Randy sighed. "I guess you are right, we can do nothing for Sir Auric but pray."

Hugo nodded. "And make cow."

*****

Perched high atop a tree, a purple sparrow observed the scene.

"This is most unfortunate," it chirped.

Leaping into flight, fluttering its tiny wings, the purple sparrow was quickly snatched by a hawk, gripped in its talons.

"Oh I do not think so," the sparrow chirped, and with a 'poof', the sparrow was now a large, scaly purple dragon.

The hawk squawked and spiraled away, trying to regain its flight. The dragon dove, opening its gaping maw, surrounding the hawk with long, sharp teeth. After a few chomps and a deep swallow, the dragon burped, feathers shooting out its mouth, and flew off into the sunset in a wavy gait.