Magnus inspected the origami fortune teller in disbelief. Master Dan playing with this in CompSci had earned him twice the punishment… Was it really so special?
The material felt very smooth and sturdy, like the paper of tear-proof envelopes, except it was strangely heavy for something made entirely of paper.
“What is this even?” Magnus peered into the center of the cootie catcher, alternating opening and closing with each syllable before opening the exposed paper tab for an answer.
>>> AN ORIGAMI FORTUNE TELLER. I DO WISHES TOO.
Magnus furrowed his thick, platinum haired brow. Was this thing being sassy with him?
“Were you always like this?”
>>> ALWAYS HAVE AND NEVER BEEN. MY INTERFACE IS OPTIMIZED FOR INTUITIVE AND FUNCTIONAL USE BASED ON THE CURRENT USER BY ALTERING REALITY. MY INTERFACE CALIBRATED FOR YOUR UNIQUE NEEDS WHEN YOU PICKED ME UP.
The memory was fleeting and dream like, but Magnus did recall a bizarre moment when he retrieved the device from professor Pascal's desk.
His phone vibrated loudly, a message from his brother pup Patrick flashed on screen.
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Patrick: 🍑💥👋
Patrick: that's me slapping your big blond booty if you aren't here in the next 5min Mr Alpha Bear.
Patrick: Master had Marcus make reservations, you don't want to be late, trust me brother pup 😘
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Magnus started walking briskly from the compsci hanger towards the English building, his bloated muscles bouncing with each step.
Being the size of a redhead meant Magnus lived as a second class citizen--most buildings weren't redhead accessible, his wardrobe was limited to kilts, and people assumed he was assertive because of his size--but from his 22-foot vantage point, he could look down at the tops of the trees, catching glimpses of birds’ nests, or see treasures lost on rooftops.
“Wonder how long you've been up here fella--” Magnus reached over the rooftop for a lost treasure: someone's frisbee. As he leaned up, his kilt lifted up with him, exposing his rump to the cool air.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
A string of students ran up and took turns smacking Magnus’ beefy exposed rump while he was reaching for the frisbee. He winced and moaned, inching rapidly larger, thicker, broader. By the time he reached the frisbee (it looked like a quarter sitting in his palm he was so big), Magnus had grown so much he was kneeling against the building.
“Huff…” he let out a whimper and a sigh, gently tossing the frisbee after the students who were running off. “I'll never live that punishment down.”
Magnus rocked back from kneeling to stand, feeling his cock peel off from the side of the building.
Only it wasn't a wall he was leaning against, but the glass window into the quad cafeteria.
A 20-foot-long imprint of his cock was smudged against the glass. On the other side were the wide eyed expressions of hundreds of students, camera phones out, laughing.
Magnus quickly stood up to his full 36-feet-tall, doing his best to cover his school bus sized cock with the tiny kilt Master Dan allowed him. He was frozen, eyes darting to the students laughing from behind the glass.
“What a uselessly large cock.”
“His Master must be so embarrassed.”
“I heard he's banned from the relief rooms.”
Magnus ran off, doing his best to hide by sitting in the parking lot. His cock took up the entire fire lane while his balls looked like mini vans.
“Ugh! What does someone as incredible and perfect as Master Dan see in a giant like me?” Defeated, Magnus pulled open the paper tab of the chronivac.
>>> DAN LOVES YOU FOR BEING SO LOYAL AND LOVING. HE FETISHIZES TOTAL POWER EXCHANGE AND THE JUXTAPOSITION OF YOUR SIZES..
“T-thank you… You're very kind to me for a piece of paper.” Magnus felt a tear fall from his face, drenching one of the cars he'd parked his double-wide semi rump beside.
>>> NOT ACTUALLY A PIECE OF PAPER, THIS IS ONLY AN INTERFACE THAT YOU UNDERSTAND INTUITIVELY.
Curt with a wry sense of humor? Were they getting closer? Magnus struggled to make friends because of his massive size, timid nature, and while his Master had not explicitly forbid it, Magnus didn't want anything distracting from his service. But perhaps this paper fortune teller could be that for him?
“I want to have something I can give to Master so that you and I can remain friends.” Magnus kept the origami fortune teller close to his massive chest to emphasize his feelings to the chronivac.
>>> DONE, CHECK YOUR PHONE BAG.
Rummaging through his bag as he approached the English building, Magnus found a small black phone… Only person with fingers small enough to use this device was his Master.
“Magnus! Thank you for fetching my phone,” Dan walked up to the giant, hugging the head of his enormous cock to greet Magnus. “I can only imagine how hard it is when you're unable to message me.”
Magnus whimpered, already kissing at Master Dan's feet through tears and coos of love. “It's very challenging, Master.”
“Oh good, our guest of honor.” Patrick and Marcus rubbed their hands over Magnus’ exposed, pale rump, giving light, loving swats.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
Magnus’ whined in protest, but was too submissive to push back, even as his height reached 40-feet-tall. “T-thank you, brother pups. I deserve that.” The twins exchanged high fives, the slight slapping sound making Magnus wince.
“I keep forgetting how massive you are, pup.” Dan offered his hand and the massive blond bull kissed at it hungrily. “Patrick is driving us, please meet us at the address I've texted you.”
Dan pulled back some of the platinum blond hair that was clumped together over Magnus’ intensely blue eyes. “Sorry the world isn't made for big subby giants like you, but tonight is going to be special. I promise. We have an outdoor space and there's an open air relief room. No more getting stuck or putting attendants at risk with flash floods of cum.”
Magnus’ heart swelled hearing these generous accommodations, but he hated being a burden. Perhaps he could fix things in the way?