Gadgetzan: Focal Point of Fashion!
Here's the 4th installment of the Gadgetzan mini-series. In this part we follow Taerik as he visits the tailor's for a new suit. Naturally things don't go quite as planned and the massive elf gets a lot more than just some clothes. This story also features two more of my in-game characters, Krazzik and Drazzo, with Krazzik actually being my 'main' in WoW, so I figured I'd have him in one of my stories.
It was yet another beautiful day in the large resort town of Gadgetzan. The dashingly-attractive blood elf, Taerik, had spent much of the last couple of days swimming, but today he decided he wanted to get himself a new suit, given the port-town was famous for it's fashion line.
It didn't take long before the hulking sin'dorei found the tailor's shop, it's sheer size dwarfing most of the more goblin-sized buildings in the area. Still, with Taerik's impressive stature, it was a slight squeeze to fit through the door. Upon entering he saw rows and rows of differently-coloured and patterned fabrics, and a few mannequins of various races sporting the shop's dapper clothing. He peered around for the store's owner, soon seeing the well-dressed goblin walking out from behind a display case.
He was about the usual height for his kin, and built as lanky as they normally were, with silky, deep-blue hair tied back in a slightly unkempt ponytail. He wore a set of lustrous light-red robes with ornate gilding up the length of it and along the sleeves.
"Welcome to Krazzik's Upper-Class Attire, can I h-help you to...day...sir?" the moment the goblin laid eyes on the giant blood elf, he was halted in his tracks, eyes as wide as saucers as he took in the elf's monumental frame. Taerik stood at a simply-tremendous height, nearly reaching the ceiling, with long blue-black hair, some of which was tied up in a ponytail, but most of it left to fall gracefully down his back, and over his shoulders. Despite this though, and despite the smoother facial features, his square jaw, and the few lines his face did have still gave him a generally-manly look, just with a slightly fairer beauty thrown in. Peering lower, he'd be staring straight at the sin'dorei's gargantuan rack, held in only a harness; two strong, thick leather straps wrapping around his torso and doing little else than barely covering the elf's nipples. Below this, past that dense eight-pack, the titan wore a pair of red-brown pants, that hugged the pillars of muscle that were his legs, and doing little to disguise the enormous bulge that jutted out obscenely from between his legs. Finishing up, the elf wore a pair of large, black boots, Krazzik finally reaching the floor.
"Eh...heh...heh," the goblin shook his head, stood to his full height and puffed out his chest, regaining his composure, "Welcome to Krazzik's Upper-Class Attire, can I help you today sir?" he made sure to place a wide, welcoming smile on his lips as he looked the giant in the eyes, Taerik not looking at all fussed about the earlier ogling though and just nodding casually.
"I was looking to purchase a new suit, and I'd heard good things about the clothing made here," he glanced around again, then back to the goblin who just eyed over the elf again. With a guy -that- huge, he'd need to use so much cloth that he could charge a fortune! Krazzik rubbed his hands together before gesturing to a large chair that sat at the back of the shop.
"But of course, plant your keister right on that chair and I'll get to work measurin' ya," the goblin grabbed a small sign that read 'Fitting in Progress' and popped it just outside the shop, shutting the door behind him and plucking his trusty measuring tape off a nearby desk, darting over to the massive stud. Taerik just took a seat, looking slightly surprised that it didn't fall to pieces beneath his weight, infact, it didn't even creak, clearly goblins knew how to make some sturdy stuff.
"Right, now, lets see here...," Krazzik climbed one of Taerik's hulking legs and stood atop his thigh, unfurling the tape and ascending the elf's overly-bountiful torso to reach a shoulder. He tried to take the measurement from both the elf's hugely-broad shoulders, but it soon became abundantly clear he was no where close to reaching between them himself. He usually had an assistant for this, but the busy summer meant he'd been drafted over to another department, and thus the tailor was on his own, but thankfully not for long.
The door soon swung open and in walked another goblin. This one had similarly-coloured hair as Krazzik, though it was tied back in a much sleeker ponytail. His skin colour was a much lighter and louder green, and most noticeably he was built rather bulky for a goblin, his somewhat scant, black armour revealing thick, bulging muscle, definitely not something one sees very often on a goblin.
"Howdy there Krazz, hope I'm not interuptin' anythin'," he flashed a cheeky grin as he entered, though like the mage did before him, he soon froze up as he gazed at the behemoth blood elf, gawking much more shamelessly over his powerful and remarkably-ample frame.
The other greenskin peered over at his fellow kinsman with an exasperated look on his face, "Drazzo? What're you doin' 'ere?".
The warrior grinned wolfishly and strutted closer, "Boss told me to tell you that yer assistant'll be back in a couple o' days, an' since my forge gets cold in 'oliday season, he suggested I come 'elp ya 'till then."
Krazzik turned away and gave a sigh, he'd had quite the rivalry going on with the blacksmith, and while he didn't outright hate him, he certainly wasn't on his Winter Veil card list. As he turned back to reply he stared blankly at Drazzo who had already cleared the space between them, found himself a measuring tape -and- was already stuck into taking Taerik's upper-arm measurement all in the space of a few seconds. The arcanist just sighed again and went back to work, starting with the numbers he could get by himself.
"I gotta say, I didn't expect you to actually help, thought tailorin' was 'namby-pamby' work, ain't that whatcha said?" Krazzik asked the warrior with a slight scowl across his face.
"Well it ain't got the 'manliness' o' blacksmithin' ya gotta admit, ya don' sweat for yer work," Drazzo smirked as he wrapped the tape around one of the elf's massive biceps, "Could ya flex for me big guy?" he gave a charming smile up at Taerik who did just that, grunting softly as he flexed, his bicep bulging even more enormously in size and forcing the tape wider around it, going from an an already-more-than-respectable 30" to a whipping 42"! Drazzo's eyes widened so much his eyebrows almost crept off his head, yet he jotted this down quickly.
"I may not sweat but I'd like to see a meathead like you use a sewin' machine," he sneered, the more-hunky goblin just snickering softly.
"I'm 'appy just hammerin' metal, I'll leave the 'delicate' stuff to you", he grined even wider, "Now, we need to get this lovely man's chest measurement, think ya'll need to pull out the -big- tape for this," he chuckled as he marvelled at those mammoth mountains of flesh barely contained in the sin'dorei's harness.
Always prepared, Krazzik pulled out a much longer measuring tape from the pockets of his robes and gave one end to Drazzo, who held it firmly against the side of one breast, groaning softly as his hand sunk slightly into the heavenly-soft mound. The tailor then pulled it around the death knight's chest, having to climb onto the enormous male again and clamber around him into order to get it fully around. Eventually he reached his 'friend' and read off the number, his jaw dropping as his did so.
"Yeesh! Got a 98" chest 'ere!".
Drazzo just licked his lips, a glint in his eye, "Well what d'ya expect when 'e's got tits the size o' zeppelins?".
Taerik stayed firmly calm during all this, just staring off into space nonchalantly while the goblins worked, though he was getting a little impatient at how long it was taking, "Excuse me but...any idea how much longer this will take?".
Drazzo shuddered a little as that deep, crisp and soothing voice hit him, "Well think we've got it all now, right Krazz?" he smirked at the mage who had just come around the elf a second time to collect his waist measurement, who nodded quickly and hopped off the man's legs.
"Yup! Got everythin' I need fer the top half, Drazzo'll do yer bottom-half while I start work makin' yer suit," Krazzik hurried over to a large sewing machine, snatching up what looked to be a large bedsheet near it and taking a seat, feeding the fabric into the machine. "Now this is a suit I made fer an orc, but 'e never came to collect it. Should only 'ave to adjust it a little and it'll be perfect, plus I think this design'll do wonders on ya".
The death knight glanced over, seeing his suit-to-be was a deep blue with pale azure trimming running decoratively across it. It seemed fine enough, so he just rolled his shoulders and sat back again, waiting for the other goblin to get to work.
Drazzo, still perched atop the elf's legs, got to work, starting with a hip measurement. As he climbed around the knight he made sure to get an eyeful of the stud from all angles, licking his lips, "Y'know yer a pretty big guy, I'd even say -giant-," he got back to his legs, jotting down the number, "Y'think 'is cloth'll even be able to contain ya? Na, what you need is some good-quality, solid metal, I could whip you up some tough platemail in no time". He peered down, spotting the -massive- bulge between the giant's legs, grinning dumbly and starting to get -it's- measurement, Taerik grunting softly as the warrior's eager hands snatched a few gropes, not to mention the tape digging in slightly to his monumental manmeat.
"'ey 'ey' ey! No floggin' yer own wears to the customer, he wouldn't want yer scrap anyway," Krazzik grinned a little as he sewed, Drazzo scoffing.
Jotting down some more numbers, Drazzo abruptly hopped up onto the elf's colossal rack, resting his hands on the immense jugs and stroking over them slowly, he leant in to whisper into Taerik's ear, "Think about it," he then winked and hopped back down, getting the elf's leg measurements now. The death knight just stared straight forward, though was having a slightly harder time controlling his arousal, the aforementioned attention to both his package and chest really didn't help matters.
This was Drazzo's plan of course, and as he finished up the measurements, he noticed the elf's behemoth meat stir in it's cloth prison, shaping up slowly. He just beamed proudly to himself, sauntering over to Krazzik and placing the measurements on his desk, "There we go, got 'em all".
Krazzik briefly peered up at the warrior, then looked to the paper, then returned to his work, "I guess even -you- couldn't screw that up, well, I'm pretty much done 'ere," he hopped off his chair and carefully pulled the garment back out of the machine, holding it up to Taerik, "How d'ya like it?".
The elf looked it over, it was a very intricately-crafted piece of clothing, the pattern aligning perfectly, no loose threads as far as he could see, and the fabric had a nice sheen to it, clearly high-quality. "Looks nice, it seems what I was told about this place was true," he gave a dashing smile as Krazzik gave Drazzo an 'I told you so' sort of look, the warrior glaring.
"Wonderful, wonderful, well, we've got a changing room in the back, if you'd like to try it on," Krazzik handed the gigantic sin'dorei the top-half of his suit and ushered him to his feet. "It's just through there," he pointed to a door in the corner of the room which Taerik walked over to, well, stomped over to seemed more appropriate, each step he took causing the display cases to shudder, and both goblins to nearly topple over.
He headed through the door and shut it behind him, now finding himself in a long hallway with curtains lining the walls. Expecting them to be smaller changing rooms he was right, but as he pulled one curtain back he found that he'd have no hope of actually fitting into them, so he settled on just changing in the hallway, after all, no one was around.
He glanced down over himself before reaching back, fiddling with the back of his harness for a moment before the straps were released, falling to the floor. Taerik let out a groan of relief as those gargantuan breasts of his seemed to surge out in size, nearly doubling their previous and already-impressive size, bouncing softly before him. He peered over to the shirt, wondering if it would even fit now, before nonetheless grabbed it and began to slide it on over his head. The first obstacles were his immensely-broad shoulders, but so long as he was careful, he just about managed to get the garment over them, though not met that much later with that goliath bosom of his. Trying to ease the cloth over -them- wasn't all to successful, he had to manhandle those mammoth jugs into the shirt to even barely manage to get them to fit, and still had to keep his huge hands on them and he shimmied the shirt down more, else they'd overfill it.
As he finally got fully into the top-half of his suit, he peered at himself in the mirror at the end of the hall, his stoic, indifferent expression faltering. While the suit was brilliantly-made and looked wonderful, it didn't keep it's perfect look on his mighty frame. The cloth was stretched taut across his shoulders, his arms, even his stomach, the shirt forced against him so tightly his thick eight pack showed through perfectly. That wasn't even mentioning his breasts, the elf not able to wrap his arms around them at their size, so in an effort to reign them in, had to just grab as much of them as he could in his large hands, looking more like to was groping himself, but with the strain he felt already, he knew if he released them they'd likely force their way out of the tight, regal garment.
He sighed softly and headed back out of the door he came in, back out onto the shop floor and back towards those two goblins who were once again at each other's throats. His heavy footfalls though roused their attention his way, and both stared wide eyed at him once again. It wasn't just the fact that the clothing was incredibly tight, or that he was fondling with his mammoth chest, but it seemed that a mixture of the tight clothing, the self-groping, and likely Drazzo's earlier teasing had caused the elf's goliath manhood to shape up partly in his pants, the semi-hard python of meat filling his pants to bursting point, and only growing further down his leg by the second.
"I'm afraid the suit's a little too tight," the death knight explained, Krazzik just nodding slowly, mouth agape.
"I uhh...can see that...w-well, take a seat an' I'll give ya a look over," he shook his head, trying to remain professional and guiding the giant elf back over to the fitting chair, Drazzo just mindlessly gawping over the sin'dorei, grinning lewdly.
Taerik walked over and took a seat once again, still clutching at his truly monumental bust as the mage got to work, climbing back onto him and tracing a keen eye over every inch of the elf, formulating tweaks and changes within his mind just from looking.
Eventually he got to the death knight's vast bust, tapping his chin, "Afraid I'll need ya to put yer arms by yer sides if I'm gonna work out how to adjust this sir," he nodded firmly. Taerik was slightly reluctant at first, but supposed the tailor knew what he was asking for, so he did just this, placing his hulking arms down at his sides. The moment he released those massive jugs though, they did just as he feared, pushing back out to their full size and in the process shredding through the meticulous cloth like it was paper. As if that wasn't bad enough, the force of them ballooning in size, and smacking into the goblin, was enough to send him flying backwards off the blood elf and left him in a heap on the floor. When he got to his feet and looked back up, joining the blacksmith in just gawking at the elf, gaze flittering between those huge 'tracts of land', that still-steadily-swelling bulge running down his leg, and those simply-colossal balls, perfectly outlined by his thin pants.
Taerik shifted about on his seat, trying to clear his mind of the feelings of arousal that poured through his body, but upon seeing the two goblins staring up at him with their mouths agape, a very noticeable tent forming up in the mage's robe, he decided he may as well use the opportunity to get it out of his system, a slight grin crossing his lips as he reached forward and grabbed the two much smaller men easily in his huge hands. The two goblins would immediately try and struggle free, but upon seeing those mountains of flesh coming closer to them, or rather the other way around, they returned to happily ogling.
"Nngh," Taerik grunted as he mashed the greenskins against his colossal bust, smothering their faces against his oversized nipples, the mage and warrior instantly latching on, with some difficultly due to their size, but pretty soon they were moaning deeply into the massive jugs, suckling desperately and greedily groping at the soft plains in front of them.
Drazzo pulled back briefly to speak, "Mmh, knew it was only a matter o' time 'till I got my hands on these badboys," he groaned out and crammed that huge teat back into his mouth, sucking on it and lightly chewing on it, or at least trying to, his teeth barely making so much as a dent in the thick flesh.
Krazzik then pulled back, panting softly to catch his breath, "I uhh...gotta apologise about the shirt, don' worry though, I'll fix it, and I think this'll work perfect as a payment," he moaned again as he wrapped his lips back around the massive nipple and suckled on it once again. By now Taerik was breathing very heavily himself as a familiar tightness rapidly filled his chest, and after only a few more moments, the death knight roared out as his enormous teats began spilling out his warm, rich and high-quality milk, which the goblins eagerly guzzled down, the taste ushering harsher gropes from them as they attempted to milk the elf's colossal mounds even faster.
All of this attention was putting even more of a strain on the sin'dorei's pants, and it wasn't long before the cloth couldn't hold back the knight's equipment any longer, another long groan leaving the hunk as the red-brown fabric tore open and his absolutely-gigantic cock burst free, only semi-hard and resting in front of him, pointing forwards toward the other end of the shop and drooling precum onto the floor. Beneath it, the titan's monstrous balls hung heavily, bubbling with gallons of seed and only churning out more by the second.
Krazzik heard the ripping and knew exactly what it must have been, but was still too obsessed with the blood elf's amazing dairy, not to mention the fact that Taerik just tightened his grip on both men, pushing them both harder against those immense plains, so he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Still, ever prepared for anything, the mage chanted a muffled spell, his hands glowing a strong purple for a moment, before a trio of mirror images appeared draped across various parts of Taerik's cock, each looking identical to the mage.
The hulking elf's slight smirk grew into a full-on grin as he watched the three copies hurriedly get to work. One edged his way to the end of his cock, draping himself over the huge head and licking wildly around the slit, gulping down the bucketfuls of precum that were now gushing out. The tide only strengthened at the attention though, especially as he began to use his large hands to 'pump' the sides of the head, eliciting deep murrs from the death knight.
Another of the clones headed in the other direction, soon straddling the hugely-thick base of the sin'dorei's mammoth meatpole, laying down on his front and burying his whole head in that wild jungle of long, silky, blue-black pubic hair, taking in deep whiffs of the heavy, manly musk that seemed to billow out from it. While he was doing this he'd frantically hump that pulsating pillar, trying to please it as best he could while he was practically getting high off the fumes of Taerik's musk.
The third mirror image nimbly slid down onto the vast underside of that monumental shaft, quickly climbing down the length of it until he hopped over and grabbed ahold of one of those mammoth balls, clinging to it tightly and rubbing his face against the huge, hairy sack. He shuffled over so he could bury his face between them, inhaling deeply and groaning out in delight as he too took in the elf's powerful scent, the copy humping the space between the giant nuts rapidly and grinning almost manically.
All of this naturally only heightened the blood elf's pleasure, his cock fully-hardening and throbbing dangerously as precum flooded out in vast quantities. The two goblins on his teats though were starting to get full, and so finally wriggled out of the giant's grasp. Krazzik quickly slipped out of his robe, and Drazzo quickly tossed parts of his armour off onto the floor, both men revealing that they were fully-hard, and both gifted with rather massive tools themselves. Then, they both climbed those godly peaks enough so the elf's huge nipples were at crotch-height to them, the mage and warrior draping themselves over Taerik's mighty chest and grabbing ahold of their own hefty endowments, prodding the precum-dripping heads against those large pads of flesh. The sin'dorei just arched his back and groaned louder in arousal as those thick goblin cocks began to push inside his milk-gushing teats, plunging deep into his breasts in no time.
The death knight grabbed huge handfuls of his immense breasts and began kneading them as the goblins took deep breaths and slammed every inch of their huge rods inside them, grabbing the sides of those mammoth mounds themselves for purchase as they pulled mostly back out, before driving their entire lengths back inside again, fucking those tits in quite a different way, and relishing how tight those big nipples were around them, Taerik's rich cream blasting out around their impressive manhoods.. They peered to each other, grinning widely and soon synchronising their thrusts so they could bring as much pleasure to the hulk who just moaned out so loudly the store itself shuddered.
Meanwhile the tailor's mirror images began to pleasure themselves and the blood elf even more too, well, most of them. The one resting over his tip was pulling off his robe and positioning himself fully over that massive head, grabbing his cock and guiding it into the slit, the sheer amounts of precum spewing out of it making it easily slick enough for the whole length to fit snugly inside it. Before if was even all in he'd pull it back out then plough every inch fully inside, immediately building up a fierce pace, mercilessly fucking Taerik's cock and causing the giant elf to roar out even louder.
Along with this roar, the death knight's giant sack tightened as he drew closer, the goblin who was previously happy just sniffing and humping it was now fully nude himself, grabbing those massive balls tightly as he drove his own cock between them, groaning out at how tight the space between them was, his cock spurting thick precum over those enormous cum-factories, actually able to feel them rumble and quake with the torrential load contained within them.
The clone deep in his forest of pubic hair though seemed to be zonked out, out cold from the sheer strength of the male's musk, twitching happily over the base of his cock.
Krazzik and Drazzo by now were working at a breakneck pace, ravaging those massive nubs and fucking those mountains desperately, feeling themselves getting closer and closer, watching the look of pure, bestial pleasure on the titan's face.
It was Taerik though that reached climax first, his groans actually causing some of the shelves and cabinets to topple over as his colossal meat-canon erupted, sending waves upon waves of his warm, musky cum all over the store. Thick wads of seed landed on the various clothing, and most of the mannequins were knocked over by the force of the thick ropes. Krazzik didn't seem to care about his store though, throwing his head back and driving every inch of his cock into that mammoth, soft jug, unloading inside it, though even his impressive load was lost amongst the gallons of milk, the mixture still gushing out around him and soaking the immediate area. Drazzo joined his rival soon after, groaning out and shooting into that giant breast, breathing heavily, a dumb grin on is face. The mage's clones abruptly shot their loads and vanished in plumes of purple smoke as much of the store was lost beneath the deluge that was Taerik's cum, though it was only a few minutes longer before the deluge finally stopped, the death knight slumped back on that chair, smirking widely and still panting quickly.
After finally coming down from possibly the best orgasm he'd ever had, the store-owner pulled out of the knight's chest and hopped down off of him, landing in a foot-high lake of cream and quickly peering about his ruined shop, his look of bliss faltering, "Oi! Ya never said you was gonna make so much of a mess!" he glared up at the elf, "You'd better 'elp me clean this place up," he looked to Drazzo to who'd just landed in the flood of tar himself, "You too!".