"The two of us are leaving here. Together. Tonight," Brian announced. Danny smiled in response, the scrawny young alchemist seeing it as a dream come true, to be out on the road with his love. "You'll need a disguise, of course. Your father may have demoted you to stableboy, but he'll be looking for you. I already have a disguise, of course." Brian grinned at that last bit.
Danny nodded. It made sense...
And as his mind agreed, Danny's defenses were lowered. With Brian's seed inside him, this was the best opportunity.
Brian held out his arms, his long elven fingers moving in complex patterns as he muttered ancient words under his breath. The spell immediately took hold of Danny's mind, so the human wouldn't immediately register any alarm at what was happening. The magic energies spread from Danny's mind through his body, suffusing him with Brian's sorcery.
Slowly, Danny changed. His height shot upward until he was six and a half feet tall, looming over Brian. Then Danny's body broadened, his shoulders widening, muscle erupting under his skin. His weak, scrawny form was slowly replaced by a new one, full of muscle and power. "What's happening to me-e-e...?" he croaked, his voice cracking as it lowered. Brian flicked his fingers impatiently, speeding up the spell. The muscles of Danny's body exploded with size, becoming huge slabs of beef, covered in veins. It was more than Brian had intended, and he cursed himself silently for his momentary lack of patience. He flicked his fingers again, and the spell shifted. Danny was starting to get scared, to resist.
Danny's racing thoughts were calmed, slowing down to a much more ponderous, deliberate pace. It was like a warm cloud had filled his head. He could feel the crackling frantic energy travel down his body, down his spine until it hit his hips. It raced forward, filling his cock and balls. Those organs swelled dramatically, filling with the energy stolen from Danny's once-bright mind. Brian chuckled as he watched it. Until recently the elf had been a big, dumb brute with a mighty cock. But Danny surpassed that. Bigger, stronger, and certainly dumber, the huge lug stared vacantly into space, four hundred pounds of stupid brawn.
"Danny!" Brian called out, catching the brute's attention. Danny looked down, and a grin spread across his strong, dumb face. "Brian," he replied, his voice low and thick and dull-sounding, but also happy just from saying the elf's name. His big dick twitched as he saw his love, slowly expanding and jutting outward, a foot of freaky meat.
Another wrinkle in Brian's plans. He hadn't expected Danny to still lust after him so obviously. He sighed. "Bodyguard!" he called out, "Find some clothes that fit. We need to depart!"
Finding appropriate clothes was no easy task, and stuffing Danny's raging member into them was a further complication. Brian's farmhand gear was quite large, but it barely covered Danny's huge muscles, stretching across them alarmingly tightly. But as Brian had been the biggest farmhand at the estate, there was no reasonable alternative. Brian wore little as the pair of them snuck up to the manor, where Brian was able to steal some finer clothes from the Wakefields. As they crept about, Brian noted with gratitude that Danny seemed to have picked up some of the combat knowledge that he tried to impart; the brute was moving like a seasoned brawler, every step sure, body ready for action. Even Danny's stupidity was less obvious when he was scanning a room for danger, looking about for anything that might try to harm his love.
Finally, they made their way out to the road, heading away from the Wakefield estate and toward the nearest town, hoping to have better luck hiding from Danny's family there. The moon was high in the night, and Brian's elven eyes saw the road quite clearly. But even Danny seemed at ease as he lumbered down the way next to Brian, looking left and right and ahead for potential trouble, occasionally even glancing behind. A self-satisfied smile set itself on Brian's face. Danny might turn out well after all.