Drinking Your Troubles Away 2

Over the next eight hours, Aria speed-read the basics of magic and learned two new spells, staying by Nick's side until she was sure he was fine. Then she hit up a bar for more absinthe and learned another two. Then the bar devolved into an orgy and she had to learn one more. She carefully documented every liquor interaction she tried, making sure she knew exactly how her body responded to things... even if her research kept making it bigger. She even managed to identify her own biases more accurately than people who -weren't- hopped up on curses and testosterone.

As a result, when she came home, she was ready to never again fuck somebody unconscious by accident. And even brought an apology gift.

Aria knocked on Nick's door, "Hey rat man, if you're still alive in there, I've got a cake AND a much better handle on Aria junior now." Aria was smart enough now to realize that she was getting some conflicting feedback from her curse. Her own conception of masculinity as 'responsible' wouldn't let her be the gremlin she was just yesterday. But her wizard's conception of masculinity as 'dominant' was encouraging her to take as she pleased and demand everybody be grateful for it more than ever.

Fortunately buying a carrot cake with icing that says "Sorry you choked on my cock" satisfied both urges.

And was surprisingly easy to find a bakery for, too.

Awakening from his half-dazed state, the rat lifted his upper body and - whoa. That was one hell of a gut. Clearly, he wasn't done digesting all that seed from earlier, and all that sambuca... well, it was dense. He wiped his brow, and groaned when he noticed his booze was well and truly gone and his books were out of order. 

"Yeah, yeah, you can come in..." he sighed, before adding a quiet (but not too quiet for her to miss) "...mistress." His ears flushed a little with that one, but he pulled aside the cum-drenched covers and started to idly blast the surfaces with a cleaning spell. 

One benefit - less sticky, less moist, probably unlikely to add to any water damage in the room.

One glaring con - the room smelled less like Aria. Was that really such a big consideration for him? He grimaced, felt his dick pulse hard against his thigh, and tried sitting himself up on the bed. It was like trying to lift an exercise ball at the same time. He was going to have to start pumping up his telekinetic abilities if this was going to become a regularity, he felt.

Nick looked for the clock, but in the mess, he couldn't find the old little clock-radio that was used much more for the clock than the radio. It wasn't THAT much lighter than it was in the morning... it couldn't have been too long, right? Half an hour, a couple hours at most? There was no way that Aria could have gotten into so much trouble that his life would be completely unrecognizable the moment she opened that door.

...right?

"Eh, alright," Aria figured she might as well rip the band aid off. He'd have to look at her eventually. 

The Aria that stepped into his room was different.

She was... actually shorter, being only seven feet. She'd made sure the second spell she learned was one for shrinking so she could actually go through a door without destroying the apartment. Unfortunately her shrinking spell only covered scale, and did nothing to change her proportions.

Everything else did that.

This Aria was feminine again, having reacquired a set of massive tits and wide hips to make her curvy even through mountains of muscle thanks to Nick's highly bookmarked 'Magic Endowment' spell. [And if Nick was as hung as he was from casting a spell that translate's a person's magical potential into sexual characteristic size, Aria realized he really must be as potentially powerful as he said... as if her own level of transformation wasn't evidence enough of that.

This Aria was actually pleasant, the apartment visible through Nick's doorway actually being spotless and even his own room looked a little tidier. Plus, she -did- have a very well made looking cake balanced on one hand.

This Aria cared about magic, clearly. Very very visibly actually. Nick could see a similar level of power to his own glowing inside her. Or... rather... literally the exact same amount. With well over ninety percent of her body mass being made -from- his magic it probably made sense that she could tap the same well.

This Aria was just also an absolute. Monster. Stud.

As soon as she'd walked through the door the room had started filling with the scent of lavender and raw masculinity, potent mixed pheromones almost -visibly- wafting off of her, the massive cushion of chest floof above her hefty tits practically steaming with the aphrodesiacs she was giving off. 

Her muscles had long since eclipsed even the hopeful dreams of extremely un-natural bodybuilders, her thighs alone bigger than most torsos -including Nick's - and every inch of her perfectly sculpted like an artisan in marble to match. 

And her cock... Three feet long. Hard. Throbbing. Her every heartbeat sent it moving by inches, the sheer scale of the thing making the gentle pushes of her athlete-slow pulse send it bouncing up and down. Her veins alone were bigger than some cocks. 

And the only thing she was wearing was a spiked band around it. A leather strap with two leashes attached that lead to a pair of rather hypnotized looking girls desperately licking it up and down, crawling on their hands and knees to follow it, until Aria looked down and seemed to notice them for the first time. "Oh right the floozies," she snapped her fingers and they teleported away, leaving her alone with Nick.

"How ya doin'?"

The size, the muscle, the shaft, even the floozies strapped to her dick - he drank it in, sure, but only as a secondary detail. His eyes were set on one thing, and one thing only, his sensitive nose picking up details under the overwhelming lavender and raw, masculine fox-scent... he was looking at that cake. "Sorry you choked on my cock." What a statement. An admission of guilt for a thing she had actually done and then fixed of her own volition?

It was beautiful. He could almost weep. Perhaps his spell had worked and she had learned her lesson. All it would mean from now on is that in return for doing her dishes, Nick would have to...

Oh. Yeah. She had mentioned a lot of... conditions and changes. Maybe it hadn't worked 100%, then. Magic was a learning process, after all, and if the last spell didn't work, the next one would be better! He was, at least for a moment, entranced by that reservoir of magical power within her... particularly given that it was mainly his. He could do that? He had been fucking around with trying to fuck his own ass with portals (and failing, more due to aim than anything else) and he had been able to make something like... her? He was impressed. By her, by her change, by his initialization of it all.

It was only after his brain stopped ticking over that he really saw her, instead of just looking at her. A monstrously-endowed, massively strong stud who had cheated the system a little to ensure that feminine wiles weren't completely subsumed under Infinite T. He could respect it. Magic was about cheating. She perhaps noted that it was a little hard to cheat a cheater, though - using his own magic to produce aphrodesiacs and sculpt the perfect body only meant he was hopelessly attracted, not completely broken like the ladies previously on her shaft. 

Nick shrugged with a heavy exhalation. "Survivin'. Thanks for the cake. Guess they'll let you print anything on those, these days…"

"It does help if you demonstrate the validity of the statement for them," Aria waved a hand dismissively before casting a cleaning spell on Nick's still slightly squidgy bed and sitting down on the former wet patch. "So, fair warning, I had to fuck a -lot- of people to get my libido low enough to try this. If we continue being roommates it is almost definitely going to end up with every day that ends in y being 'Free Use Rat' day. I'm genuinely grateful, but I want to avoid a potential situation where I end up raping the one idiot who -doesn't- want to worship me."

Damn this was difficult. Already she wanted to just dump a fat load -somewhere- in the room before she got blueballed enough to turn it to sludge again. "But I learned enough about curses to get that casting one of those requires -genuine- emotional turmoil, and the same part of my brain that homes in on G-spots also occasionally produces empathy as a by product, so if we need to talk about things, we can."

Aria couldn't help herself, she started idly massaging her balls, shuddering as she felt them groan, "If not, the safe word is 'Driver' and the very very UNsafe word is 'Pong'."

As she sat down on his bed, the sudden distribution of weight sent him leaning towards her, face suddenly caught against her thick core. "To try this? What's this?" he questioned, peeling himself up from his predicament. "You mean, like... apologising?" He huffed as he shuffled forwards, closer to the edge of the bed pulling himself over that impossibly thick cum-load still weighing him down. "Well... you basically solved every issue I had with you. The place looks clean, you're taking interest in keeping things together, you actually apologised to me for once..."

He gave her sturdy thigh a reassuring pat, furless palm getting lost briefly in the thick and fluffy fur. "I mean... yeah, I was pretty pissed, but you're actually making changes. Maybe new issues will prop up, and we can deal with 'em as they arise. I think it's probably for the best that I stick around, though. If anything goes wrong with a curse, you either need the original caster or the safety release valve. Usually that's something lame like "true love's kiss", but I made it "a sword made of meteoric iron that has been prayed over non-stop by the same person for 1500 years"... which is technically possible. If you're really good. Which means I'm probably the best bet in almost every case."

He flexed a bicep a little. Given that he had worked out maybe twice in his entire life, it wasn't much of a show. "...wait, even ignoring "Free Use Rat" day. What's the difference between the safe word and the very unsafe word? Like, if I say Pong, something wild and wacky happens?"

"No, of course not! Just normal levels of brutality~" Aria grinned, a crooked, toothy thing that managed to look unsettling even as hot as she had gotten... and that was all the warning Nick got before Aria picked him up, stripped him down, and started spreading his ass around her cock.

"Fun side effect, I can -always- make it fit," Aria held Nick's back straight with one hand and pushed down on both shoulders with the other, sliding him inch by inch down her monster cock. It was wider than either of his buttcheeks, hell, it was wider than his -waist-, but it still went in, forcing everything out of its way with careless strength as he plunged.

"You won't ever go back to normal, of course~ You're already ruined for other men, but I'm told half the town is putting together a support group for that. That, or I could just wear you like a condom as I go about my day~" Once Aria hilted, replacing most of the rat's torso with the outline of her cock, she stood up, sending Nick briefly horizontal before she -flexed- her pelvic muscles, slowly raising him into the air to rest between her tits letting him ride her cock hands free and slowly.

As he sank down, he quickly tried to recall all the proper incantations to survive such a descent. He did have a death ward running at all times, but she didn't need to know that. She really, really didn't need to know that. But... he fit. As she said, he was conforming nicely to the impossibly huge dimensions of her incredibly-sized dick... which did impress him a little. Either it was a bonafide side effect and he had somehow managed to fold that in somehow, or she was lying and had actually done some hard work there to maximize pleasure and minimize pain and death.

Thwack. He felt his upper body sink into that vast wall of excessive tiddy, which was at least cushioned. He felt as though if Aria hadn't restored a semblance of her old form with those massive breasts, she could easily have knocked a concussion into him. That she was being careful with her excessive musculature was... very delicate of her. "Urrrgh... why would I want other men?" he groaned, not exactly sure where to place his hands as he slid to the base of her dick.

"Availability?" Aria suggested idly, before offering the flailing rat a suggestion, guiding one hand to her massive nipples and another to the hose-sized veins bulging along her biceps if he needed something to grab. "There's only one Aria cock. And thanks to your noble lessons I'm no longer selfish enough to keep it from the world," She teased, clenching her balls and firing a jet of burning white tar up into Nick.

Her virility really was out of control. It was the last -emergency- spell she had to learn. After having fun in her first bar she'd realized it was going to be a -problem- when even having outercourse didn't spare the entire room from being destroyed. When she went off, she fired through multiple feet of hardwood. Even just -letting go- and not bothering to hold back her pre like she did all the time now was enough to pour like a fire hose and fill the room with steaming, addictive cum whose smell never went away no matter how many cleaning spells she blasted it with.

As a result, she hadn't been joking about the condom thing. All her partners got the spell 'Magic Condom' cast on them. 

Magic condom wasn't technically a spell that could be cast on a person, but aside from hearing some screaming from the universe the first time she'd cast it anyway it had been working out fine so far. 

Nick reached his arms up like a rollercoaster safety bar, gripping hard onto those thick nipples and holding on tight as an eye-watering shot of seed smashed into his insides. The heat was a problem, sure, but mages were decent at toying with thermodynamics. All that excess heat could be radiated elsewhere to stop him getting a fever... well, a physical fever, anyway. The addiction might be an issue, sure, but maybe not if they were going to keep living together. Maybe if it kept getting worse and spiraled into dependence... but those were problems for later.

"Well... if you only have one cock... and nobody else will suffice... I guess I'll just have to deal with the people who want it." Uh oh. Just as it was possible for Aria to self-actualize, to learn and grow in more than one sense... it made sense that Nick could get worse, in turn. That cock was divine, after all. Each blast of seed moreish. "Sharing it with the world" suddenly became a little troublesome when a guy who, Aria now knew, was prevented by international law from joining any military or mercenary group or even law enforcement agency decided that actually, he didn't want to share too much... and unlike the others, he was lucid enough to do something about it.

A hand slid down from her nipple to feel the cum weighing him down. For him, it was like hauling a full cauldron around with him. For her? He looked up... it seemed near effortless.

"Haha, no, you crazy?" Aria laughed him off, slapping his bloated cum gut and making him choke as some of it came up on him, waving her dick around with him sloshing atop it. She actually started walking around, just holding him there and bloating him.

So that was a yes on it being effortless for her, then.

She picked up his spellbooks, one by one, quickly flipping through them and piling them in a basket. 

"I said I was gonna be fair, and I am! That means I, lazy bitch who got drunk a lot and stole things, pull my [now very considerable] weight, take your needs into account interpersonally, and work towards an amicable solution to all!"

A fox tail wrapped around Nick's snout, clamping it shut like fuzzy handcuffs as Aria stepped into the bathroom, putting one leg up on the tub and pointing Nick towards the basin as whatever she was producing got even thicker and hotter.

"And that means you, dangerous impulsive who tried to forcibly warp the flesh and change the gender of a mentally incoherent person over petty roommate disputes, don't get to be in charge of the magic anymore."

He felt that bloating continue in true Magic Condom fashion (he assumed, not having had time to research the spell) as his gut continued to sag lower and lower against his body. To his thighs, his knees, past her incredibly firm and taut nuts...

Maybe he was a little crazy. It wasn't abnormal in mages. The words "dangerous impulsive" only made his dick throb harder, slightly out of time with the fox's own heartbeat as his own stopped synchronizing with her overpowering presence. Not in charge of the magic? What were they gonna do, co-habitate it? It was his!

That she had brought him over to the tub did make him feel a little better, though. See? She was being responsible; he had done the right thing. He still squeezed at her nipples and squirmed vigorously across her steel-hard shaft as she made the proclamation, though. "Whazzat mean? What're you gonna do with it?" he muttered through the side of his mouth, rivulets of cum escaping with the muffled words and dripping down his front.

"Whatever I want, mostly." Aria shrugged, casting a quick telekinesis spell to give Nick an automatic handy while she unloaded. His prostate might be slightly too flattened for him to cum properly, but she could at least give it the old college try.

"Wait..." she realized slowly. "Don't tell me you didn't notice? Oh hon..." Nick couldn't see Aria's face, or, really, anything except bathtub and cum, but he heard a note of sympathy in it that made him -very- worried. 

Aria pulled him up, holding him up with her cock again but this time releasing his snout and sliding her tail underneath him to hold his distended gut without it stretching to the floor, she pulled the rat over to the bathroom mirror, pointing him at it.

Letting him see himself like the drooping tip of a condom filled at a faucet, cum as thick as pudding and visibly -writhing- dripping out of the corners of his mouth. 

On the contrary - his prostate may be flattened, but it was just fat enough to coat the underside of his cum-bloated gut as she jacked at his fairly sizeable (if not quite to her standard) length. He came hard, continuously painting the floor with more and more cum as she twisted him around, made him face the mirror, and... observe.

Sure, she was full of his power. He had seen that earlier, nothing new. She noticed his eyebrows furrowing for brief moments in between thick pulses of cum that tweaked at his expression as he studied the pair of them. Her, a perfect specimen of masculinity, combined with as much feminine flair as she decided to wear... and him, a bloated bag of fox jizz currently being cradled in an unnaturally strong tail.

"What? What do you mean? What did you do?" he sputtered, more of that thick cum drooling from his mouth like a lava flow, thick and hot and steaming as he looked at himself, eyebrows raising in concern.

"It's not what I did, it's what you did. You really put your all into that curse, didn't you?" Aria flexed a little, and turned on her magic sight... winking at Nick and prompting him to turn his on as well. 

He could see it. His enormous well of magic potential. Visible in Aria. Visible in himself. 

Then Aria held out his arm and waved it around letting him look at it in the mirror.

It was empty. Not a speck of magic in his arm. Only in his... in his gut.

Nick had been mistaken. Aria wasn't tapping the same well he was. She -was- the well know. He had built her new body with his magic. ALL of his magic. Whenever he looked at the goddess he made and saw the limits of his magical potential, he was -literally- seeing his magical potential.

All spent. Making this.

"But hey, don't worry, I'm happy to provide you with 'mana potions' whenever you want to do a ritual. Just as long as its not any more evil than me!" 

Oh, he had been so desperately wrong. She was still pilfering from him, and the worst part was he didn't think he had an answer to it. While it would have been very clever to include a natural ending that simply returned things to normal when everything was resolved, he had wanted her to ask him desperately to return her to the bar-hopping, drink-thieving mess she was before so he could be on top. So much for that.

It was incredible, though, he had to admit. Even if what little natural magic he would regain day by day would no doubt be going to feed that well further, it was impressive to see everything all out in the open. Well, not everything - there was compression and restraint at play even now, but that potential was blinding.

He looked back at her in the reflection, eyes hollow, and bucked hard against her dick. It didn't move an inch. "This is the amicable solution?!" he spat, coating the faucet with great gobs of jizz. "You take everything from me - including my identity - and I get... what, exactly? I get to wait in line like the other schmucks out there?"

The magical potential was still there, just not in him, but the pair were still connected by a curse. Power streamed from his eyes, lighting the room in blinding electric blue as a spell charged. With that enhanced insight, Aria recognized it pretty quickly; An Lushan's Song, a devastating combat spell that would kill... well, she estimated everything around them for twenty miles in every direction. The equivalent of a security pop-up took her attention for a moment, asking her if she really wanted to massacre millions of people...

But whether or not she did, the rat panted heavily from the end of her cock, hair a little frazzled from the energy of trying to cast a spell he would not have been able to attempt the day before. Not without practice, anyway. "Y-you gotta fix this. You gotta make this right by me."

Aria decided an object lesson was in order. 

She pried the rat off her cock... 

Teleported to the nearest park...

Undid her shrink spells...

Buried the rat deep, -deep- in the ball cleavage of the now fifty foot tall fox bypassers were screaming about...

Lay her cock over top of her package and wrapped it up with her tail for good measure...

And -then- approved his spellcasting request.

Nick disgorged an apocalypse of lightning, enough to scour miles of the world clean. It all poured into the musky prison of Aria's cock and balls. 

Then rebounded.

Through Nick.

Before bouncing off the walls and rebounding again.

And again.

And again.

Nick's death ward put in over time. In fact... it entirely burnt itself out. His last remaining spell from when his power was his own spent on a tantrum. 

At least 'several million times more than enough electricity to completely delete a nervous system' was beyond what the body could actually provide a context-appropriate level of pain for.

Well, beyond what Nick's body could provide.

For Aria it sort of stung a bit.

Dying 394.5 times (the 0.5 was the real kicker, in all honesty) was never a pleasant experience for anyone, as it turned out. A shame - Aria could have used that later. He came to in a carbonized mess, still twitching as the last remnants of the electricity ran through his system, and raised his shoulders a fraction. At least the cum belly was gone, given that he had been completely obliterated several hundred times in swift repetition, but that absence did leave an unfortunate longing...

"...ow..." he exhaled, caught in that fox-scented prison, the light blocked out by a thick covering of fluffy tail. "Okay, I get it... you're in charge," he sighed. His body flopped back down into the thick balls that cushioned him. Maybe she was right. He was dangerous and impulsive. "I'll... hear out your solution." His tail lashed as he said it, but there was a definite downbeat acceptance there. He had no cards to play; it was all Aria.

Aria used every bit of her self control to resist making a 'charge' pun to the electrocution victim, instead sprawling out across the park and crushing a tree or two as she threw her arms out, "Shit man, I didn't do this to hurt you! I just didn't want you to... do the kind of thing you just did. That looked like it -really- hurt. Technically the only things I've -done- today have involved applying my cock to things or making it easier to apply my cock to things. The magic has all been you."

"I don't want to take your -identity-. I think it's cool that you're a wizard. I mean clearly I'm biased after experiencing the literal maximum benefits from the association, but it is. I'd love to learn magic from you properly, maybe hang out and do research sometime. Whether that involves me 'soaking' you during it or not. I think it's probably safe to assume you are and will remain my favorite cumslut, I just -literally- can't be picky."

"This may sound a lot like taunting, but you have no idea how this feels. Like constantly being stuck in the best high you've ever head. I see somebody and immediately think what a good idea it would be to crush them and leave them with nothing else to do the rest of their lives but beg for more of me. I had to accelerate my thought processes a hundred times over just to get to the point where it takes me less than five minutes to conceive of the possibility that I might not be a perfect being."

Aria looked at a nearby catgirl who had her entire torso shoved into her cock slit, greedily making out with the monster member. The fox genuinely hadn't noticed herself getting into that situation.

"MY POINT IS, I did it anyway. Because I actually like you you dumb rat. Just... not enough to let you nuke people."

Joints and bones cracked and creaked as the freshly revived rat moved around in what space he had, trying to get a comfortable seating position on a pair of nuts that were being only minorly stimulated by the affections of a random passer-by, but still roiling and churning with power and virility. Nick exhaled again, more of that fox-scent making its way into his system. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his dick could still rise after his nervous system was turned to carbon several hundred times, but he was pretty dick-focused at the best of times.

"...yeah, okay, okay. You're right. Mostly. I do know a little about how it feels. It's called Arcane Mania, or Delerium Stochastis if you're from the 1900s. It turns out if you literally have the power to change the world by thinking about it, it affects your thinking. It feels good; you want to do it more. It's not just having the T-count of a thousand construction companies in your body, but a reaction to having magic power freely available to you. I, uh, have it pretty bad. At times."

He waved his hand. "Okay, okay. Let's clear the slate. No bad blood. I'm clearly the only one who isn't completely destroyed by your mere presence, which means I also serve a valuable role as the only person who you can have an actual conversation with that isn't on the phone on the other side of the world... for now." He wasn't sure whether the thought that he would be eventually overwhelmed or the thought that those people on the other side of the world would be overwhelmed was more appealing. Troubling. "Let's go back to our place, or wherever you like, and let's just... find out about the Aria World Order together? I promise to be the best study buddy I can be... whatever that requires... ah... Mistress." A little indulgence, for both of their sakes, he felt. Knowing that she had his entire collection of spellbooks sitting around in a basket somewhere certainly did suggest a study session could be enlightening.

 Transformative, even.