~BBW, Magic, Intrigue - A magician's adventures.
[Authors Note:] I'm going to be fleshing out the world of S.S.B.B.W a bit more, also introduce the universe's primary magic user.
Wake up call
Menash woke up and wished that he hadnt. A hard night drinking around one of the clubs in London was what had caused his massive hangover. He looked around his room in the pokey little Brixton flat, his eyes squinting against the harsh September morning, and frowned. Stupid bleeding trains, he muttered. Always have to wake me up, no-one bloody else!
Sir... Flit floated around his head, his semi-corporeal body made from clouds, his bird like body containing jagged wings.
Hullo, Flit, get the others into shape, Ill get dressed and... he looked across the bed and saw the woman lying in it. She wasnt hard to spot, being somewhere in the region of 475lbs, with very wide hips, a flabby back, and an arse that looked as though it could crush anything. The extremely long red hair and light skin, she was a stunner even without the 300lbs of added weight. Menash bit his lip. On second thoughts, bring Pudge over, she has some work to undo.
Very well sir...
And breakfast for two, please.
Menash looked at himself in the mirror. Brushing the long black hair out of his face, he found a packet of cigarettes, usually got from his uncles convenience store, a put one in his mouth. He wouldnt light it, not until scorch woke up, who would probably make a mess of it.
He looked over himself. Average build, long hair, Indian. Unlike most of the people on his street who were Indian, his family were directly from there, and not Ugandan refugees, during Idi Amins reign. It was interesting for all the other men to ask his father about the old country who would deliberately say, I dont go back, Ive made a new life here!
The reason why? Menashs family, the Firghas, came from a long line of Fakirs and Indian mystics. His father strayed from family tradition by having an intense dislike of all things magical, and moved to England to get away from the pressure back home. Menash was taught magic by his grandfather, but now his powers were limited after that unhappy incident, and whilst he wasnt that strong, people considered him the most powerful conjuror in the world.
Menash shrugged, did up his, the fat small body of Pudge arrived in the room. Pudge was probably the most used of his summoned spirits, for the reason that Menash enjoyed the company of large women. The only way he could get them, so far, however, was to get hammered at a club, enlarge them using Pudges control over flesh, and bring them back, to where...
Looks like weve made a doozy here, Menash said, looking at the woman in his bed. He saw the entire structure groan under her massive weight, and was happy that Feruss handiwork was holding up. Ok, Pudge, looks like weve got to loose another beauty.
Yes, sir, sorry, sir.
Alright then, up you get.
Pudge heaved her disproportionate body up onto his lowered hand as Menash moved towards the woman. All it would require was a simple touch and all her sizable looks would evaporate. He reached out his hand.
Dont move a muscle!
Menash leapt back, dropped Pudge, his hand on his racing heart, breathing heavily. Vishnu preserve us! he muttered.
The woman rolled over, resting her head on her meaty arm, a smile and two blue eyes leveled at menash, like excorset missiles.
"Allow for me to get some beauty sleep, hotshot!"
[Authors Note:] I'm going to be fleshing out the world of S.S.B.B.W a bit more, also introduce the universe's primary magic user.
Menash: Master of Magic
by IrishBard
by IrishBard
Wake up call
Menash woke up and wished that he hadnt. A hard night drinking around one of the clubs in London was what had caused his massive hangover. He looked around his room in the pokey little Brixton flat, his eyes squinting against the harsh September morning, and frowned. Stupid bleeding trains, he muttered. Always have to wake me up, no-one bloody else!
Sir... Flit floated around his head, his semi-corporeal body made from clouds, his bird like body containing jagged wings.
Hullo, Flit, get the others into shape, Ill get dressed and... he looked across the bed and saw the woman lying in it. She wasnt hard to spot, being somewhere in the region of 475lbs, with very wide hips, a flabby back, and an arse that looked as though it could crush anything. The extremely long red hair and light skin, she was a stunner even without the 300lbs of added weight. Menash bit his lip. On second thoughts, bring Pudge over, she has some work to undo.
Very well sir...
And breakfast for two, please.
Menash looked at himself in the mirror. Brushing the long black hair out of his face, he found a packet of cigarettes, usually got from his uncles convenience store, a put one in his mouth. He wouldnt light it, not until scorch woke up, who would probably make a mess of it.
He looked over himself. Average build, long hair, Indian. Unlike most of the people on his street who were Indian, his family were directly from there, and not Ugandan refugees, during Idi Amins reign. It was interesting for all the other men to ask his father about the old country who would deliberately say, I dont go back, Ive made a new life here!
The reason why? Menashs family, the Firghas, came from a long line of Fakirs and Indian mystics. His father strayed from family tradition by having an intense dislike of all things magical, and moved to England to get away from the pressure back home. Menash was taught magic by his grandfather, but now his powers were limited after that unhappy incident, and whilst he wasnt that strong, people considered him the most powerful conjuror in the world.
Menash shrugged, did up his, the fat small body of Pudge arrived in the room. Pudge was probably the most used of his summoned spirits, for the reason that Menash enjoyed the company of large women. The only way he could get them, so far, however, was to get hammered at a club, enlarge them using Pudges control over flesh, and bring them back, to where...
Looks like weve made a doozy here, Menash said, looking at the woman in his bed. He saw the entire structure groan under her massive weight, and was happy that Feruss handiwork was holding up. Ok, Pudge, looks like weve got to loose another beauty.
Yes, sir, sorry, sir.
Alright then, up you get.
Pudge heaved her disproportionate body up onto his lowered hand as Menash moved towards the woman. All it would require was a simple touch and all her sizable looks would evaporate. He reached out his hand.
Dont move a muscle!
Menash leapt back, dropped Pudge, his hand on his racing heart, breathing heavily. Vishnu preserve us! he muttered.
The woman rolled over, resting her head on her meaty arm, a smile and two blue eyes leveled at menash, like excorset missiles.
"Allow for me to get some beauty sleep, hotshot!"
