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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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As it says in the title. A male character ends up with an impressive rack in some way or the other (Apple shenanigans? Weird doctor potion? No explanation needed?).

Their partner is amused and intrigued, and wants to play with them.

Bonus points added for any of the following:
- the guy panics at first, but quickly gets distracted because boobs.
- if a het pairing, he gets bigger boobs than her.
- motorboating!
- trying and failing to get assasain robes on over that massive rack.

Do you mind if the assassin turns completely into a woman (temporarily) or would you prefer them to stay half-male/half-female sexed?

OP prefers them to remain male. The only difference being the boobs. Else OP would have asked for genderbend, after all. ;)

No, that's fine, I was just clarifying :)

"That'll teach you not to use the Apple when you're tired," scolded Malik.

Altaïr shot him a glare and rubbed at his chest where the upset Apple had pulsed a heavy blast straight into him. He'd only dozed off for a few minutes at the most, arms curled protectively around the orb when Malik had burst in to stop Altaïr from pulling another all night work round. The noise had startled Altaïr from a dream and the Apple had reacted, although not lethally.

His chest felt swollen like a bruise, and Altaïr let his hands drop to his lap. Partially to prove something to Malik. Partially because he didn't need to aggravate it, even though he had a sudden and intense desire to squeeze his pectorals as if to release the ache from them. Ignoring the dirty look, Malik scooped up the Apple and put it into his coat pocket before Altaïr could stop him.

"You're not getting this back until two days have passed, you understand?" said Malik. "Now go spend time with Maria, she misses you."

The door of Altaïr's secluded tower was firmly but determinedly closed in Altaïr's face as he stood to pursue Malik. And Malik dared to call Altaïr the stubborn one. Still the Apple would be safe with Malik.

Altaïr sighed, looked to his paperwork, and decided that maybe his friend was right - it was later than he would have liked and he missed Maria as well. There had to be a night off every now and then.

His chest twinged, muscles tensing momentarily. It had been such a pleasant dream although now Altaïr felt he had clean forgotten it in the aftermath. Now that he was alone, he gave into the urge to put pressure on his chest and it did feel better that way, almost pleasant.

He stopped himself before he fell asleep again, slipping to the room that he and Maria used for sleeping. Stripping down, he tucked himself under the covers and rolled onto his stomach, Maria drowsily curling into his side, one arm over his back.

***

Maria was up by the time Altaïr awoke, still face down in their bed. Normally Altaïr was up before her to fetch their breakfasts from the kitchen but it seemed she had slipped away to return the favour. He remained in bed for another few lazy minutes before going to scratch his chest to see if the pain had faded, and instead being met with soft, sensitive flesh.

Jerking upright, Altaïr's hands fluttered over the firm and large breasts that had blossomed in the night. He prodded them with one hand, panicking slightly, and used the other hand to check his manhood was still intact. It was, and he immediately felt a little odd to be groping his cock while weighing his breasts at the same time.

That small panic over, he brought his hands up to jiggle his breasts. They wobbled realistically enough. They felt real. His shirt was close-fitting without the new additions, now he was practically spilling from the cloth, his nipples hardening from the morning chill. Altaïr put his fingers over them to lessen their prominence.

Then panic gripped him again because he knew the Apple had done this but he didn't know how or why and what if it was permanent. They were heavy and round, were certainly not going to fit in his robes and...strangely fascinating...

Altaïr pressed them together.

And it was at that moment that Maria came through the door with a tray of food and drink. She stared at Altaïr for a moment, then to his breasts (which were considerably larger than Maria's, Altaïr realised guiltily), and set the tray down.

"Oh good, you're awake. Malik won't give up the Apple to change you back. Which is fine by me because now we can have some fun," she said.

She stalked towards him and sat in Altaïr's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and touching his breasts gently. He was too startled to say anything, and let her jiggle them, rubbing the outline of Altaïr's nipples (making him gasp and squirm slightly).

"Yes, we shall have fun indeed," announced Maria, with a sly and wicked grin. "That is, if you want to play."

How long had Malik said he was keeping the Apple? Two days?

Two days off didn't sound so bad.
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A/N: there will be a second part to this with more of the bonuses :) Then I'm thinking of an Ezio one too.

Maria, I like the way you think ; )
Can't wait til the second part!

She's dealt with so much weird shit that her hubby growing fabulous boobs is the least of her problems.

"You're not in any way perturbed?" asked Altaïr, taking Maria's hands in his own.

"I was startled. Then I went to Malik because you weren't waking up," said Maria. She shrugged. "He said the Apple works in mysterious ways."

The expression that came across Altaïr's face could only be described as flushed and embarrassed. It wasn't often seen but it tended to come about when Altaïr knew he was in trouble for overworking himself.

"I don't mind them at all, my love," Maria continued.

"What did you mean by fun? Earlier, I mean," said Altaïr.

Pulling her hands from Altaïr's, Maria used a feather-light touch to stroke Altaïr's nipples and he squirmed again, the sensation far more intense than he remembered. Her hands slid over his breasts, pushing them together in the same way Altaïr had been when she walked in, and lowered her face.

"What are you-" began Altaïr, the words cut off with a sharp breath.

Maria shook her head, making an unusual noise like some sort of vibration, then had to break away before she started to laugh. Altaïr looked baffled but intrigued.

"Is that something the Templars taught you or have you been practicing?"

"That was something I wanted to do to see the look on your face," replied Maria, patting Altaïr's thigh consolingly.

She shifted closer so her thighs slid closer to his hips, their breasts pressing against their partner's. It was a comfortable arrangement, or so Altaïr thought until he was pushed down to lie on his back, breasts wobbling obscenely. Arousal flooded him as Maria teased the exposed flesh and mouthed at his perked nipples.

He bucked his hips up, his cock still trying to make sense of the messages, shifting Maria to sit an inch or two further forward. She laughed again, kissing Altaïr on the forehead. Not wanting for her to miss out, Altaïr remembered he had hands of his own and reached up to replicate Maria's touches.

Distracted momentarily, Maria slowed her movements, giggling from ticklishness and the absurdity of it all. Her husband, a master assassin and grandmaster to the Syrian Sect of the Brotherhood, an idol to many, was lying underneath her with a pair of gorgeous breasts to match his gorgeous body, after being manipulated by a piece of ancestral technology that was meant to see into the future. And he was moaning, an almost imperceptible noise of lust.

His attention moved to her shoulders, pulling her down for a kiss, then rolling her so she was underneath him. Maria tugged at his shirt.

"Take it off," she ordered.

With a only a slight struggle, the shirt was released from its duty and Altaïr's breasts were released from it. They appeared even bigger now that they were free. Altaïr clutched them from underneath, his wide hands struggling to cup them adequately and Maria felt a surge of desire to tap them so they would bounce.

Maria removed her own shirt, and beckoned for Altaïr to lie upon her, to enter her with his hardening prick, and let her twist and pull and bring him to a climax by playing with only his chest. A look of shock and indignation was on Altaïr's face as he released his seed earlier than he expected to. Maria smirked, stroked his hair, and she was driven to ecstasy as Altaïr slid down her body to lap at her clitoris, fingers joining tongue, arse tilted in the air as Altaïr leaned over the soft cushion of his bosom to pleasure her.

She gasped and squealed, his tongue sending her to places of bliss and warmth, and when he was done, she pulled him in for a languid, considered kiss. She happily laid back as Altaïr went to fetch the breakfast tray and they fed each other, sometimes dropping a date purposely to eat off one another, and by the time they were finished, Altaïr was flushing red down his neck, and between his cleavage, and Maria touched the erection that had formed between his legs.

Maria pounced again, and when they lay back a second time, she decided to use the opportunity to use Altaïr as a pillow.
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A/N: would OP like an Ezio/Leonardo ficlet as well? Hope this AltMar was okay.

Whoops. Hit send too soon.

Driveby!Anon here

I snorted and practically choked when Maria motorboated Altair!

Cookies and brownies to you for this awesomeness!!

OP here. This is absolutely perfect, A!A. I'm still trying to get Pepsi out of my nose after I made the bad decision of drinking and reading, ignorant of the gigglefits this story would cause.

And OP looooves more fills!

They were really lovely. Any other time, Ezio would certainly pursued such perfection, but said perfection was growing (and growing fast) from himself, leaving his brain a bit frazzled. He unbuttoned part of his robes, loosening a strap or two, and found that this wasn't nearly enough if he were to continue expanding.

He most definitely was not going to panic. There were too many guards about and he was fairly certain he knew what had caused it. Or rather, who.

Well, Leonardo was going to be pleased that their little experiment worked, after having read multiple accounts of it hidden in code within code of a more personal part of Altaïr's Codex. Who knew the man and Maria had such deviant sex? Leonardo did.

And for whatever reason, Ezio agreed to having Leonardo use the Apple to replicate the results. Nothing had happened after the dramatic glow of the Apple had displayed like an overenthusiastic peacock, and Ezio was mildly relieved. Leonardo frowned, went back to his notes, and let Ezio go on the condition that he return the next day.

It hadn't even been six hours.

Ezio ducked into an alley, stumbled as his breasts threw off his balance, and ran to the secret entrance to Leonardo's workshop. As soon as the door was closed, Ezio undid the straps to his pauldrons and cape, letting them fall in a clash of fabric and metal to stone. His robes fell open at the middle, fabric pulling in ways it wasn't designed for as Ezio tried to push them back down.

He hadn't expected them to be this big. Then again, Altaïr had managed to suffocate an intruder during one of his and Maria's sessions, so a largeness was expected.

"Ezio, you're-" began Leonardo as he pattered into the side room.

"You have to change me back," demanded Ezio.

Fumbling for the Apple, he held it out to Leonardo.

"But this is what we wanted to see," Leonardo protested. "You promised that I could use you as a model."

There was a stretching noise, a flood of pleasure overwhelming Ezio and he found himself gasping on his knees, robes off at the shoulder as he found himself to be a size that the most amply gifted courtesans would have been jealous of. Leonardo was staring, his scientific mind taking in the transformation, and he raised the Apple with a wistful glint in his eye.

"Please, Leonardo."

The lines were already glowing with power. There was a bright flash. Ezio looked down.

Nothing.

Nothing had changed, that was.

"You were supposed to make them go away," grumbled Ezio.

Then he was flooded again with pleasure and he clutched at his chest as they popped completely from his robes, his prick responding with an inappropriate hard-on. Shocked would be insufficient to describe what Ezio was feeling. He tried to stuff himself back in but it was no use: each breast had formed to a perky orb that matched the size and approximate shape of a melon, nipples erect and thick.

"I wasn't actually aiming for that," said Leonardo, sheepishly.

Ezio clutched them, squeezing them in a lust-addled consideration.

"Don't try that again," he muttered. "Or I might end up with a chest bigger than the rest of me."

Leonardo crouched next to Ezio.

"It will wear off in about two or three days, according to Altaïr's codex," said Leonardo.

"Would you loan me a shirt, then?" asked Ezio.

Leonardo tapped Ezio's collarbone and nodded. He helped the assassin to his feet before going to dig through his clothes, pointedly ignoring the throbbing erection so that Ezio might calm himself if he wanted. Leaning on a bench, Ezio stared at Leonardo's sketches and found some of them disturbing enough that his cock almost flopped immediately and he shifted uneasily at the ones of the dissected innards.

But he also saw sketches for larger works and began to understand why Leonardo had seemed so hopeful to have a proper model.

The look on Leonardo's face when Ezio told him of his revised decision was enough to convince the assassin that he'd made the right choice.
***
A/N: I can't imagine Leo being interested in sex before he had examined the breasts from every possible angle at first.

Eh, Ezio is probably used to being a guinea pig by now. OP cannot manage that Leonardo misses any chance of observing interesting anatomical events; even if that is to poke and prod an assassin with a broken arm (or, as in this case, giant boobs). XD

"Butter, bread and breast: how many body parts in the list?" - captcha apparently wants to write the next update. And adds foodporn.

"Then again, Altaïr had managed to suffocate an intruder during one of his and Maria's sessions..."

This made me laugh uncontrollably, trying to imagine that scene. Thanks, anon!

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