The Greenhouse was getting warmer; it must be from the bodies. The bodies of the women churning over each other with sexual yearning; pleading for Her favor. The favor of the one that had brought them here; the one that had made them what they were. Caeciliiyanali reclined in luxuriant, pregnant splendour. Thick leaves and blossoms cushioned her fecund frame upon a verdant throne of vegetation. She had discarded all clothing; the hypocrisy of it all! For years while she denied her true sluthood, the male co-workers that mocked her still tried to see down her blouse, or look up her skirt. What foolishness to indulge in the deceit of clothing! From now on, the elf's ample breasts were there for all to see. Ripe globes as grandiose as helium balloons, capped by golden aureoles as wide as saucers, topped by her thimble-nipples. Any human who wished could now fondle, kiss, or suckle these breasts without restriction.
The naked elf spread her legs again; with no skirt all people, humans or fae could gaze upon the moist folds of her cunt. And now, there was no mockery, there were no snickers. The humans she had implanted now worshipped her. That was a funny thing about magic; Cecilia had met prudish, snobbish human women that claimed they would never be vulnerable to the lust spells, fertility potions, and Amulets of Erotica that were used as aphrodisiacs so commonly these days. But the magic was only aggravated by repressed desire, and personal preferences could be transformed as easily as the sizes of...of...those thingies...you know...those lacy cup thingies that human women would....oh never mind; Cecilia forgot the word.
Humans determined to resist their baser urges often had their resolve turned against them; their strength of will channeled into a lust sometimes greater than that of the most wanton stripper. So it was with Cecilia's new 'charges'. The satisfaction they might have gained from resisting her fertility powers was nothing compared to the bliss they received from giving in. And so they pleaded, begged her for more!
"The irony...." purred the naked elf, rubbing the gravid dome of her ripe pregnancy. "Me...of all people....forced to instruct humans on the virtue of patience..." she laughed musically. "You, dear Viviana have done quite well for yourself. Even now your womb is ripening, and your breasts have been milking for some time now. You have less than an hour." said the elf in a voice of liquid seduction, her words laden with hidden potential.
"Please...help me...I want to be there....get there faster!" pleaded the human, as she brushed aside a strand of her raven-black hair, turning green at the roots. The red-haired elf rolled her eyes, sighed and motioned the human forward.
It was unnecessary; but Viviana so wanted to please her new mistress. She suspected that the elf possessed knowledge of new pleasures, new transformations that she might reveal. Her finger grazed the elf's erect clit, and then buried itself in the fae's lubricating pussy. A few more orgasms...and she might become Cecilia's favorite!!
The First Wave hit as Viviana's tongue licked frantically at the G-spot of the pregnant elf. The human's mind collapsing into a feral cauldron of mating instinct, she jerked and began clutching her belly, occasionally teasing the turgid ripeness of her engorged, naked nipples. Cecilia cradled the human, and lay her upon a large, rectangular planter filled with fresh, moist soil. She kissed the gurgling woman on her forehead. So consumed was she with the unearthly ecstasy searing through her veins, Viviana barely noticed the green, leafy sprig and flower bud that emerged from the lower lips of her ripe cunt. Delicate eyebrows arched at this manifest example of the rapid progress the human was making, on behalf of the enchanted, forbidden seeds she had been impregnated with.
"Perhaps sooner than I anticipated...." Caeciliiyanali chuckled darkly, then beckoned over several nude, sex-obsessed human females.
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It was difficult to remember how it all happened. When Fae became truly excited; truly lost in the glee that came with their magical natures, the mind suffered, and it took Lily several moments for the reality of her situation to seep in. Before the Conjunction, most local police precincts had what was called a 'Drunk Tank', to temporarily hold unruly revelers during alcoholic intoxication. These days, such facilities had been converted to contain and suppress the Fae.
Lily was not alone here; yes...the large cell also contained Cori and Lisa, the students she came with....there was a Dark Elf whining in the corner about the Stygian clutches of human law, or something...Lily knew her in passing, she seemed almost as distraught as the water nymph nervously, futiley wringing out her blue hair.
The humans had planned well; the cell was iron laid over iron. A large rug in the center allowed the Fae to sit huddled, without having to expose their vulnerable, fae flesh to the touch of terrible, cold iron. The hallway immediately outside the cell was covered in an iron layer, and not only that; the iron had been cast into arcane wards. Though iron naturally suppressed magic, in the event that somehow, magic was used to penetrate the cell, the wards would further restrict it. No normal Fae had any hope of escape.
Lily rose, remembering the events that led her here. She had become desire, become passion itself. The Infinite Beauty spell was successful; a mighty, reality-warping charm that no spell-caster, Fae or human had attempted in 3,000 years. Everyone that gazed upon her after completion of the spell, even from afar saw a creature more wonderously erotic than anything they had ever imagined. Each human mind upon the main highway, and on the beach itself, lifeguards, commuters, and police as well; their minds were consumed with desire. Each mind's full capacity for desire and appreciation was compelled. The hungry swarm of humans craved Lily's merest touch more than they craved life, health, even their own sanity. Each human, male and female alike, tore off clothing, abandoned active vehicles, willing to sacrifice anything and everything for physical contact with the forest-nymph goddess. And goddess she was; for reasons not well understood by magical theorists, some people, many of them Fae occasionally became sources of magic in their own right. Many people of both races could summon magic; but Lily had become it, she was a source of it. Her very presence exuded magical fertility on a scale never seen since the Bronze Age.
The memories flooded back; robe thrown open, sunlight glistening upon the tanned glory of her radiant, enchanted nudity. Quicker than she hoped, the humans arrived, and began to paw her, yet it seemed nonetheless an eternity of anticipation between that time, and when the humans first noticed her, first began gurgling with yearning, first began to violently shed themselves of the fabric of civilization. Shoes, shirts, panties, bras, were cast off by the scrambling humans, as they charged her. A mixture of glee and fanaticism warring on their faces. Penises bounced, breasts jiggled as her lovers struggled for her touch. Her new goddess-powers enabled her to sense the libidoes, the desires of living things; and each weary commuter, each lifeguard, each college-student, each shop-owner seemed to ignite with a sexual flame long dampened by the needs of society.
But there was a method to her madness; Lily did not simply want to be fawned over for the sake of ego; she had come here to fulfill her maximum potential as a fertility goddess. The powers did not last; while various ancient deities might be worshipped for eons, the length of time such powers might continue was random. While she was the goddess of fertility, she had to attempt to reawaken human sexuality. So many people put aside reproduction for their careers; now Lily had a chance to change that, to make a difference.
Her naked pussy throbbed with a primal desire; the need of all nymphs to increase life, regardless of consequences. While she had the power, she would cause as many pregnancies as possible. Yes, no doubt she too would bear a hefty litter of young, for she had gone on Spring Break fully intending to breed with a potent, young stud. To feel the heady sensation of a spurting penis seeding her supernatural womb with the next generation. Yet one womb was not enough; let the humans plant as many offspring as they liked within the moist folds of her feminine core, but she needed a larger pool from which to draw!
Hands groped her, pawing clutching at her pliant boobs, both as large and ripe as melons. Tongues licked at her hands, her thighs, finger dug into her pussy, prompting a yelp of glee. The enchanted academic was confronted by a writhing wall of pursed lips, men and women struggling to suck from her breasts. They were smart enough to know that almost all Fae could lactate when aroused, and the notion of Lily's breastmilk spurting into their hungry mouths was a victory they would sell their souls for. She could not nurture them all, because there was too much competition, as soon as a pair of lips could suckle her, they were pulled away for another to have her chance. But Lily had planned for this; she knew what to do.
It was not for her vanity alone that she did this; there was a greater, primal need. Most Fae concerned themseles solely with the business of population growth: which meant using a variety of ways to convince humans to have sex with them, but a Nymph had to be better than that. Reclining on the ground, her breasts inflating with fertility magic, her ample bosoms swelled with productivity. Lily's designs extended far beyond merely seducing her inexperienced, male undergraduate students. As satisfying as it was to feel the strength of a youthful cock jetting its sperm up inside her prolific sanctum, the future did not belong only to her and the half-human children that resulted from her reproductive adventures. She wanted all humans to breed; Forest nymphs derived a deep-rooted ecstasy from the reproduction of other living creatures to the extent of their involvement. Most wanted nothing so much as to roam the Earth, swelling with offspring while compelling others to breed. Life itself, and the procreation thereof, was her highest goal, and now that she'd been granted Goddess-magic she would push those powers to their fullest.
So she reminded herself of the need to unleash the dormant lusts of the older humans, many of them still possessed fine sexual organs; and they would use them to their fullest extent. Laying back on the sand amidst the groping hands, pussies, and penises, Lily opened up the floodgates of her fertility. Like a geyser of womanly production, her pink nipples erupted in quick bursts of magical milk. Kneading, milking her own boobs as they built up in size at least a whole handspan, she took some of the heat off herself by spraying her would-be suitors, bombarding them with yet more magic. A caress upon the thigh of a naked business woman with a prominent nose, and a current of libido-magic was sent into her body. A bearded, naked man felt Lily give his penis a tender lick, and was by a powerful burst of condensed lust. The magic swept over the gathering throng like a wave of electricity; and the human found each other.
The humans, formerly distracted by jobs, careers, marriages, children could let loose, embrace each other and couple with total freedom. The beefy, balding bartender could savor the tight, sleek body of the strawberry-blond, young attorney. While the shy, flat-chested girl who worked in a mailroom could cackle with maniacal glee as the male model here from Sweden on a photoshoot drilled his meat inside her virgin cunt. Quickly, Lily sucked a stray cock to orgasm, slurping down every gush of sweet syrup, (sweet to a forest nymph) Then rising, she roamed among her enchanted charges. Sometimes she would stick a finger into her moist, drooling pussy and plant her wetness upon the ass or crotch of nude, moaning woman, to increase her lust. Other times, the bouncing beauty of her milking tits was sprinkled upon the backs of men, grunting with the exertion of their coitus; her milk's nourishment magic increasing their stamina.
By far, this was without doubt her most successful orgy ever; already....hmm...almost ten times as large as what she'd started at that beach party earlier. She began to hurry, making the rounds through the tangled mass of mating, grunting, sweating, ejaculating, breast-sucking humans, each spurt of her milk enabling a man to last just a little longer; her pussy juice driving each woman more insane with lust. At least, that was the plan.
But Fae, so wrapped up in pleasures, instinct, and frivolity, often neglect more practical concerns. Like the cascading traffic jam. Which grew, and grew. Not to mention the fender benders, as humans beheld Lily's infinite beauty, and abandoned their still-active vehicles. Lily was spraying her rich milk onto a big, black football player as he thrust himself into a middle-aged, blond librarian when she heard them. The sirens, the bullhorns, the black helicopters...all for her! It was rather impressive until the tranquilizer darts. That must have been it.
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Her processing must have taken a long time, because she was still in the back of a large paddy-wagon when she awoke; handcuffed, fully-clad in an orange prison-suit (not a bad color, but they showed no skin!) And her nipples ached; nearby was a locked container attached to suction cups; damn! The humans had used a breast-pump against her to make her more manageable! They'd also rounded up several other fae from the beach, all undergrads from Madison University as well. Lily's rose, which permanently grew from her scalp, curled up into a bud and slithered back under her hairline to reflect her disappointment. Lisa the pixie was sobbing into the shoulder of a grim police-officer, rubbing her forehead and perky little antennae against his shoulder amidst her cries for mercy. The dour male human was unmoved.
Apparently, there was quite a bit of confusion about what to do with them; the Fae-codes were convoluted and complicated; with over-lapping responsibilities for multiple agencies that sometimes contradicted themselves. Until the humans figured out their own laws, Lily and her associates were given to a local precinct, and confined to the 'Fae-Tank'. Apparently, they used to keep drunkards here during the 20th century to sleep off their intoxication. But now, it was iron overlaid with iron to contain the Fae. Not only iron, the panels were carved with anti-magic runes to further suppress any spells cast at them. For all her powers, Lily could not penetrate them. She struggled to focus her magic against the bars and iron walls, but despite her new powers, the iron sucked up everything she threw at it. Nor could the younger Fae do better.
Cori the Unicorn (who preferred a humanoid shape) was here, rubbing her nipples nervously. Beside her was Lisa, the pink-haired, bikini-clad pixie. There were three others that Lily knew only in passing; Shelly was a tall, statuesque water-nymph, wringing out her wet, blue hair in anxiety. Her close friend was the dark elf Morganna; bemoaning her impending sacrifice upon the mechanical altar of human legal oppression. What a ham. Lastly, there was a silver-haired fae whose nature was not immediately apparent; hmm...faint traces of flickering sparkles reflected from beneath her porcelein skin, must be a mermaid in terrestrial shape. Her legs twitched uneasily, suggesting that the buxom fairy was more accustomed to a fishes' tail. She looked more angry than worried; and all could detect the boiling-point tension of sexual frustration. Further away was another cell which contained only a sleeping, silver-bearded satyr wearing the remnants of a ruffled tuxedo.
"Our magic cannot penetrate these cold, iron bars!" Lamented Shelly. Dripping with her water-nymph sweat. "Perhaps...perhaps we might seduce the officer on duty guarding us?" she wondered. The authorities had made a critical error in covering up her nudity with a white T-shirt. They must not recognize water nymphs. Shelly's body exuded an everlasting layer of dripping, fairy sweat, saturating her lush curves with sparkling moisture at all times. Very soon, the flimsy fabric became all but transparent as it clung plastered to the swelling curves of Shelly's supernaturally voluptuous flesh. The silver-haired mermaid that Lily didn't know very well began emanating a sound that was half-groan, and half snarl.
"Guard....seduce the guard...hrrrrh...." gurgled the mermaid, thrusting a hand over her crotch as her hips quivered. Lily pursed her lips; naturally-aquatic Fae didn't always get along with their terrestrial cousins. Mermaids were known for undergoing a powerful estrus with aggressive tendencies. When they felt ready to breed, any delay or hesistation could drive a mermaid to an almost predatory hunger. While many land-bound Fae felt merely an irresistable, euphoric urge to submit to almost any sexual advance, the fairies of the seas were not always content to wait for a sexual advance. Mermaids and Water Nymphs were most likely of all Fae to abduct human males as breeding stock. (Though such practices certainly weren't unheard of among pixies!) With so few available men beneath the sea, extreme measures seemed necessary. Lily couldn't help but wonder how many ancient, unexplained nautical disasters over the centuries could be easily accounted for. "Men...seduce them..." she moaned, clutching her moist sex.
"I don't think so." lamented Cori, the blond unicorn-girl. Farther down the hallway was their guard. So ugly, so bloated was the human that it was not immediately apparent whether the pudgy form was male or female. Hmm...the bosom and hair-bun were most like that of a woman. But she was as unattractive as she was angry. They had all seen her kind; glaring at them from her black, beady eyes. All the Fae had seen that look. The officer exuded anger, bitterness, and Fae-hate. A man might quickly assume that she was some hardened, lesbian dyke or something. But the experienced eye of Cori the Fae slut could tell that this human was most likely anti-sexual. The very suggestion of a romantic interlude would most likely earn you a sharp punch. The human was tall, and no doubt possessed considerable muscle beneath her unappealing fat; more than enough to subdue unruly drunks, or flirty fae. Her gaze towards the luscious creatures of Legend was full of nothing but disdain.
"Don't worry; I'll get us out." announced Lisa, unfurling her antennae, and adjusting the bottom of her bikini. The others stared at her questioningly.
"The Ring."
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Wasted. That was how Viviana now viewed the past 20 years of her life. Wasted with shy, anxious flirtation. She now knew that men were to be enjoyed. All men. They were walking hunks of carnal pleasure, and she had been impossibly foolish to cling to the unnatural notions of propriety, dignity, and morality. Her lusts commanded her now, and they told her to spread her legs. Before, merely a week ago, the thought of grabbing a handsome stud from off the street and dragging him off to a nameless hotel room where she screwed him senseless would have been abhorent.
But she had been rewarded for her lifestyle reversal. Nude, she caressed her body while studying her reflection in the full-length mirror. She had always been worried about her butt. In high-school, a cute boyfriend had abandoned her over a girl with a huge ass. But now, ever since she'd started carrying the Seeds, the Seeds that Cecilia the elf had impregnated her with, all that was over. Her rump had gained a good 5 inches, jutting out behind her like a bulging shelf above her more toned legs; now having gained almost perfect, statuesque musculature. She was taller now too. She had always wanted to be just a little taller, with a bigger ass. And the changes had given her the body she'd always dreamed of having! She even liked the green eyes.
"Hrruhnn...." Ah, her paramour was awakening. She'd rode him like no woman he'd ever met. And they had both been surprised at the amount of sperm she'd been able to coax from him. The blond brute was also changing; apparently he'd been some beefy, football player, but today he seemed yet more muscled, a veritable mass of chiseled perfection, and his chin was straighter. He too, had apparently been granted the body he'd always wanted. A contended tingle rippled through her belly, flushing her mind with happiness. The Seeds were happy; she was making progress. More sperm, always more sperm! All she had to do was participate in the life-cycle of some strange plant the Elf had taken from Faerie.
"The body of my dreams..." she whispered in wonder, breasts gleaming in the light of the rising sun.
"Nnnurrhr...body....breast....cunt....woman....rrrrrrn..." snarled her lover as he lurched forward; it was clear that he too, had been granted the same lifestyle epiphany as Viviana had. Though, she was unsure what role he would play in the lifecycle of the Seeds she'd been planted with. Well, it would probably involve finding a woman, and ejaculating into her pussy.
"If this is a disease, keep me away from the cure!" she giggled.
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Violet was truly worried about the silly, slutty mermaid she'd come to Panama City with. She didn't like many Fae, but the busty, horny mermaid had come to be her best friend, and she was worried that she might miss the competition. Only 45 minutes! Where was she!! Violet paced around the backstage area, where pre-performance jitters ruled the day. It was an awesome crop of womanhood gathered around her. The Bosom Builders were almost evenly divided between Fae, and human women. Most of the Fae were forest nymphs, their natural fertility a great aid for the breast-magic. But Fae could not dominate exclusively, because success required quite a bit of discipline, which few Fae could manage.
The competition would begin soon, but there was still time for a girl to hone her talents. There were secrets to Bosom-Building, secrets for maximum control of a girl's breasts. Far from frivolous, in a world of Orgy spells and Potions of Infinite Lactation not a few girls desiring only to add a few inches wound up with uncontrollable udders that would have branded them sex-freaks back in the 20th century. Racecars were much the same way; those competitions helped automotive engineers solve technical problems with application in civilian vehicles. So it was with Violet's competitions. Women of Preposterous Endowment needed special techniques not only to remain mobile with breasts the size of basketballs, but to gain the ability to truly control her breast-size to match the occasion.
There were tricks to the trade, that Violet knew, and other tricks that were less common knowledge. The tanned, statuesquely-muscled girl adjusted her bikini, with the little button labeled '#19' She gulped, trying to contain the throbbing fires of her tingling lust. That was the hardest part; fertility magic existed for the purpose of causing sex and procreation. Denying her lusts only made that magic stronger, more insistent. It was like caging a wild bull; then poking him. He would become enraged and furious, and become even more aggressive upon release. But truly, Violet compared her breasts to Tigresses in heat, caged by her...her....*gulp* month of celibacy! Flat-chesters could never truly appreciate what a sacrifice that was for a Preposterously Endowed woman.
But there were other secrets, not known to the majority of Contenders, which Violet reflected on as she casually watched a lithe elf try a few 'stretches' before the competition. The elf, like many Fae tried to enlarge her bouncing boobs as often, and as large as possible, hoping that might increase her natural size. Brushing aside her golden locks, the elf gritted her teeth as her mammaries began their motion. (bad form! A Pro had to maintain a smile at all times!!) Like many Fae, her breasts began naturally at a size similar to that of a 20th century porn-star, a diameter much like that of a saucer-plate, in moments the edges of her golden aureolas could be seen through the strings of her green bikini, expanding and spreading like a stain of pure fertility across the tremulous terrain of wobbling tit which expanded from the elf's chest to the length of a teaspoon. The Bosom-Building elf forced a smile onto her porcelein face as her boobs progressed downwards, flowing outwards on a path of feminine potential, eventually growing until they were merely four inches above her navel. Like an eagle parting its wings, the smooth globes spread outwards, the girth of each teat blossoming in perfect symmetry, darkening the center of her chest with an ever-sharpening valley of cleavage. Where once the size of the elf's tits could be compared to mere fruits, oranges, grapefruits, then larger into melon size, now the fairy creature's feminine hemispheres were roughly the same size as elementary school dodgeballs. She jiggled and caressed her mounds, testing them for buoyancy and consistency.
Amateur. The standards for the Collegiate circuit must be getting lower. Violet chuckled. She had a better way. It was called by some, the 'oops' factor. Women with Preposterous Bosoms often made the mistake of trying to use more magic to correct magic. The potions and spells found on E-bay these days claimed to be able to shrink down uncontrollable breasts, to make them manageable. But in the end, the effects backfired. Attempts to suppress the magic of life and procreation, the magic of the timeless reproductive imperative- only made the magic stronger. When suppressed, the magic became more urgent, more potent.
So, a few Bosom-Builders learned to use that effect; Violet's tits were at this point only....only...NNNHH...a D-cup! Using masterful vascular control, she kept her breasts only a little larger than softballs. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, but it made the magic more desperate. When she finally let loose, her bosoms would rocket outwards with dramatic power, her maximum size would wow the Judges! The only obstacle would be to control the suddden influx of hormonal lust. The tanned, muscular human paced a bit through the back-stage area; it was not unheard of for leading Bosom-Builders to become so aroused by the magic forces flowing through them that they simply attacked the nearest male; unable to keep from jumping his bones, thereby forfeiting the competition. The New Woman, the woman of the magical future had to maintain dignity and control, despite having the libido of a kennel of bitches in heat. No, Fae did not dominate any such competition requiring the amount of willpower and discipline Bosom-Building did. Their magical powers made training easy, but Fae lust was often too powerful for them to ever tame.
Violet noticed an open dressing room door, inside she heard slurping, and grunting. Oh boy! Here was one Fae she could do without; Titaniera, a pixie once of great importance back on Faerie. (Titty to her friends) She was dominating the Collegiate circuits; and despite a lingering cloud of ethics allegations, there was no doubt she would soon dominate the Professional circuits as well. Many pixies were starting to realize the potential they could possess in the Sport. While normally just a few inches tall; pixies were masters of size-altering magic, and could attain a human's stature easily. When they did so, as Titty did now, they could be of danger to human males, their lusts were potent, and their spells difficult to reverse.
Well, the man in her dressing room was quite willing to take the risk. The pixie's eyes glowed green as she gazed upon the well-dressed, well-groomed, business man. Some Fae seemed to have an overwhelming seduction power apart from their luscious figures. Supposedly, only the oldest, most powerful Fae had this power. Violet gulped; she wasn't sure how old Titty was, there was no way to be sure, since in appearance she looked very much like a Saloon-groomed, world-class supermodel in her teen years, only more voluptuous. Genetic studies on the aging process in Fae species proved inconclusive.
What was not inconclusive was the groaning, slurping and moaning that came from Titty getting orally pleasured by the enraptured human. He slurped away gleefully at the engorged lips of her wet twat. Whatever spell Titty might have put on him, the dark-haired, clean-shaven young executive didn't even want to resist. How could she do this before a competition! She needs to restrain her sexual urges! All Bosom-Builders know that! Controlling the urges made the magic more powerful! Most Fae gave up sex at least two weeks before a competition. Humans could go for longer without sex.
"SHLURNKLE!" The dark-haired businessman was really eating her out. The human struggled to drive his tongue ever deeper into the sopping wet, labial lips of the fae female. She cooed with pleasure; purple eyes closing in ecstasy. He used his teeth to graze the hardened nub of her engorged clit, while that tongue...ever probing, ever twisting. As Titty leaned back against her dresser panting with lust, even Violet could see the spasms as the pixie's pussy gushed with a sluice of her tangy girl-cum.
Was this how they did things in San Francisco? The Pixie's adopted hometown? Fae were changing society there, making great inroads. The whole state was a perfect breeding ground for legions of Fairy folk, both the culture and climate combined into a truly prolific mix. Warmth, freedom, and human sperm, the recipe for a fae explosion. The birthrates among Californian pixies and nymphs was twice the national average. Right now, the front-runner for the Governorship was a crafty, cunning old satyr. From the wombs of women to the halls of Power, it seemed like the whole state was about to grow little gossammer wings and fly away. Violet thought it better to avoid the place.
Could Titty be so arrogant, so confident that she could make such an error? Was she so assured of victory that she would ignore proper performance training? Or was there something....sinister...something suspicious going on?
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It shouldn't have worked. At least, all the Fae expected the spell to fail. The Ring did have great power, but there was just too much iron here. Cold iron dampened and absorbed magic, aside from being toxic to fae physiology. They weren't sure what Lisa had in mind, but even with the concentrated power of all their magic, there seemed no hope of escape. The Ring was a magical ritual, a way to create erotic charms of magnificent power; enough capable Fae performing the Ring could turn back armies. And had done so. Ancient enemies of the Fae had been reduced to helpless, masturbating sex-slaves when the incantation was done properly. But there were limits; even for a spell that powerful. There should be enough iron in the 'Fae-Tank' to foil their best efforts.
"Well? Don't just stand there, get those bikinis off! I'll need a lot of help!!" ordered Lisa, removing her sunglasses and undoing the straps that held her wobbling tits.
"Unnhhh...." The silver-bearded satyr in a nearby cell began to moan, talking in his sleep. "Helllp...yes...that's all....I was...hmm....just helping those girls check....for breast cancer....*snore*"
"I...We all like the Ring just fine but, with all this iron, there's just no way to affect-" Lily's worried discourse was disrupted by Lisa's giggle, as she began tearing at the forest nymph's unsightly orange prison suit, revealing the nubile breasts of the educated Fae.
"You're about to learn something, Professor Lily!" said the Pink-haired pixie excitedly, as she eagerly stripped the fabric away from the fertile form of the nymph.
"Hrrnhh...*snort* My intentions...." The satyr mumbled again in his sleep. "My intentions towards your daughter.....hmmmmm....completely honorable...."
"Hm..I don't think it will work but...if Lisa wants to...." agreed Cori, hesitantly. The mermaid, whose name seemed to be Marina snarled, looking upset.
"I don't need the Ring! I want men! Men and cocks!" she fingered her cunt, eyelids fluttering. "What's wrong with those policemen! Arresting me just when I was about to score! Can't they see...how fertile I am?" Her breasts heaved, and she began yanking at the white T-shirt they'd saddled her with to cover her indecent nudity. "Don't those humans know that I need a mate? A hard cock inside me? Can't they see how ripe my pussy is?" The lips of said pussy began to throb, as her mating musk wafted through the air. "All I want is their sperm! Is that so much to ask!? The mermaids are dying out as a species! I need a human male to claim me; impregnate me! In there...." she gestured towards the work areas of the precinct. "Full of healthy, human men! What's wrong with them! They don't see me? They missed my sopping wet pussy?" In answer to the mermaids' frustration, Shelly the water nymph grasped her hips, and stuck her tongue in the other fae's already receptive cunt.
"Looks like...*SLURP*....Marina's ready...*MSLUP* to get the Ring started. "SLUCK*
"One last moment of carnal bliss; before our iron-clad martyrdom to the uncaring indifference of the Scales of Injustice!" proclaimed Morganna, dropping her bikini bottom to expose her dark, dark pussy as a hand as graceful as an obsidian icicle hid her face, as though to shield her gaze from the impending doom of the human legal code. What a ham.
And so it was. Lisa had to keep her mouth free to chant the incantation, but she plunged three fingers into the wet pussy of Shelly, dripping with arousal as the water nymph squated on hands and knees above the pussy of her friend, the dark elf Morganna, the elf's smooth skin as dark as black onyx dipped in obsidian ink. The elf lay flat on her back, beneath the womb of Lily, naked and horny, squatting above the elf's silver-white hair as she placed the lips of her labia before Morganna's writhing tongue. With her arousal, the Rose that grew naturally from her scalp re-emerged, slithering back above her green hairline, and blossomed once more. Lily felt it important to comfort the horny, angry mermaid. (She certainly appreciated the frustration from human males stingy with their sperm when her womb was receptive!)
"Cori, it's time." said Lisa.
"The Horn Trick?" asked the blond girl.
"The Horn Trick." confirmed the pixie.
The casual observer couldn't really be sure exactly what species Cori was. At first, her blond hair might give the impression that she was an elf of some sort; yet her heart-shaped, soft face was much like that of many forest nymphs. Few knew what to think about the strange, golden sunburst birthmark on her forehead, and most people flipped out when they saw her hooves...yes hooves, though horizontal, giving her feet a shape very much like that of a woman wearing slippers. The blond tail bobbing above her ass tickled Marina as the mermaid tried to lick the Unicorn's cunt. All unicorns, apparently had the ability to change shape; and Corona, Unicorn of the Elysian Fields exclusively preferred the shape of a human girl. She was part of the new generation of Urban Unicorns; and she preferred human studs.
The sunburst birthmark began to glow, and extend, becoming a golden bump. That nub lengthened, twisted, and sharpened. A spiraling, golden horn nearly ten inches long sprouted from the girl's forehead. It was a little known secret, but Unicorn horns made spectacular dildos. Yes, the horn was sharp, and should be capable of inflicting painful wounds, yet it contained intense healing magic. Cori could stab with it, and heal the wound as soon as it formed. When deep inside a cunt, such as Lisa's, the effect was a spectacular wave of painful pleasure unlike anything else.
The Ring spell gathered up the sexual energies of the participants, magnified them, and projected them into a wave of raw sensuality that could bring armies to their knees. The Fae had bested many strange and powerful monsters from mythical eons with this power, now they were hoping that the Ring would defeat these dour, iron-clad human policemen, with their impossible web of mind-numbing laws.
"You disgusting sluts...quiet down or I'll take a fire-extinguisher to ya!" snarled the vile, bloated female officer.
"Hmmmm....why no..." murmured the silver-haired satyr sleeping in a nearby cell. "No...I don't think the baby looks like me....hmmmrhhhh...."
"You too, Horn-boy!"
"*Snore*"
The Ring magic swept up the orgasms. Each time Cori felt her body clench with climax, the energy was sucked away into Lisa. Marina snarled with passion, trying to convince herself that Lily's cunnilingual probings were really the thrusts of a human male that had claimed her, determined to plant his offspring into her hungry womb. Shelly gasped as her orgasms vanished before the began. Morganna gurgled as a wave of their collective sexual energy swept over the Fae in a regular fashion. The Wave gathering up more, and more, and more of their arousal, into Lisa, the Apex of the Ring.
It was not an easy task; an inexperienced Fae could not handle the concentrated sexuality without collapsing into a giggling, masturbating heap of girl-flesh as the orgasms played out inside her pussy. Lily was not totally positive *she* could handle such power, without spewing milk and girl-cum every which way.
"Almost..." thought Lisa..."So close...." Sparkles of magic began to fill the air, far fewer than would otherwise be present, due to the iron surrounding them. The spell should fail. The mythical sluts eating each other out fully expected failure. Too much iron, just too much.
"*Snore*....hrrrnh...hhhuh...Why, of course I love you for your mind..." murmured the sleeping satyr.
"Sluts! Ah've had enough of this..." snarled the warty, burly, fae-hating guard; rising from a chair and preparing to approach.
"YES!!!" Lisa's eyes glowed.
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Officer Brian McMurphy prided himself on his maturity. All this magic, all these ridiculous, big-titted Fae didn't faze him. He was a serious, disciplined policeman, and as he prepared the inter-agency file on that weird beach-side magic orgy incident, he couldn't help but wonder when these fairy-tale sluts would wake up and join the real world? Not that it much mattered to him; he was more interested in *real* women, like Suzie from Dispatch, there at her desk. Suzie was a good, decent, human woman. She had a pleasant, auburn mop of hair long enough to be feminine, yet short enough to practical. Her freckles and dimpled face were endearing, and comforting. And well, her nice apple-sized breasts were all he really needed. Those Fae creatures had a shocking, sculpted beauty with ludicrous curves that were so over-voluptuous as to be cartoonish. Well, a very perverted cartoon. He didn't need....hey...what was that...those sparkles...why were little sparkling motes appearing in the air? And why were tiny little rainbow-colored sparkles flashing all over his clothing what did... Even those outside the precinct building could see the brilliant flashes of rainbow-light that poured out of every window. Had anyone been listening closely at a window, more embarrasing sounds would have been audible within the building.
In a way, it was fortunate the Suzie from Dispatch had tackled Brian McMurphy, slamming into his body like an estrogen-fueled ballistic missle on her way to an explosion of eroticism. Had she not slammed into him, her inertia carrying McMurphy to the ground, he would attacked her, rending her bra and clothing like a shark tearing into fresh chum. As it was, their impending coupling was slowed down by their frantic, mutual struggle to each be the aggressor. Brian grunted into her bosom, trying to push her onto the ground even as she was trying to straddle him. It was brute strength that won out, and over several seconds, Officer McMurphy forced Suzie to the ground, and impaled her femalia upon his raging cock. (was it getting longer?)
Suzie from Dispatch would have been just as happy to pin him to the ground, and plunge her cunt down upon his erect rod. But she adapted; nearly squeezing the air from his lungs from the force she exerted with her legs, wrapped around his pelvis. Suzie didn't trust this man; she didn't trust most men. He might try to pull out of her without shooting a sufficient load of cum! She knew instinctively that one spurt would not be nearly enough. No matter how strong McMurphy was, she would *not* let his penis escape!! Really, it was lucky that Brian was walking by when the Orgy hit. He was unusually tall, and not too hairy, with the wiry muscles that she liked. His dark hair and goatee sent a dangerous thrill through her, and she'd always found his piercing, blue eyes to be especially pussy-moistening. But she'd never been sure how to approach him; he was always so serious and focused.
These days, magical orgies were a fact of life you just had to live with. They were like car accidents; it didn't happen everyday, but we're all at risk. Imagine. Imagine an alarm, an emergency. For Suzie and Brian, not to mention everyone else at the Precinct, it was as though all you held dear was about to go up in flames. The urgency, the passion that would result from such a tragedy was focused upon the rutting couple. Only in this case, the Fire was in their minds, and the emergency in their genitalia. Only within Suzie's cunt could the explosive heat be quenched. For Suzie, it was as though her sex was a forest being consumed by a 100-acre blaze, and she needed an emergency cock to quench her impossible lust.
Brian grunted as he spurted into her. It was not enough! He...he kept going. He tightened his grip around the Suzie's thighs as he thrusted. The female might think he was finished too quickly! He put his whole body; every muscle into the mating.
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Men needed a little push sometimes. Sara had the Captain pinned to his desk, jolts of pleasure coursing up her spine from the sensation of Joe's penis, completely encased in her female sheath.
"S-Sara...I'm...It's not...we shouldn't..." Men. Sometimes a woman had to take charge. Joe believed that just because he was her superior, 20 years older, and just because he'd been her father's partner, that they were unsuitable mates. Her familiarity was precisely why Sara had chosen Joe to father her young. Her long, sliky brown hair fluttered over his face as she lowered her head in exertion. She decided to stifle his murmurs by shoving her orange-sized breasts into his bearded mouth. **GLUMPH** She stretched her sinuous, naked body against his own, gripping his wrists as she wallowed upon his hairy flesh, his balding head gleaming in the flourescent light. Any further complaints he had would have to be filed with her breasts; now lodged firmly between Joe's lips. Tell it to the nipple.
That was the funny thing about magic; a disciplined, focused mind was not always a defense. Sometimes, as was the case with Sara, the intensity of her dedication could work against her. Sara's determined ambition to be the best detective she could be had been twisted by the magic, and now she was going to breed as efficiently, as effectively as possible. Magic was funny like that.
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Confusion. No one in the Fae-Tank understood at first; They could hear the shouts, the groans, the howling. It was as though a mass-orgy had gripped the police-officers, yet how could that be? None of their magic had penetrated the iron? But Lisa began giggling, and Cori remembered. The Pixie-dust! It could transfer magic! When Lisa was rubbing and sobbing on the shoulder of that cop, she was really coating him with her Dust; and the entire magic of the Ring spell had passed to that Officer, totally ignoring the iron!
There she was; their grossly over-weight, wart-faced, guard. Her porcine rolls of blubber shaking as she walked and...oh wait...something was wrong! That sagging, warty face was confused! She...she must have caught the back end of the Lustwave sitting so close to the non-iron door! But still, the incarcerated Fae could see the internal struggle taking place; the impossible fae-lust warring with years of bitterness, celibacy, and Faeophobia.
"I...I need...no...you...I can't..." Her expression twisted, she had come here to punish them for their noisy sex-play, yet after catching the back end of the Ring spell, she could no longer control her reaction. She needed something that she could not name. Her mind was at war with itself, but Lily knew what she needed.
They had tried to defeat her breasts. They had tried to pump them, confine them, and conceal the nymph's bulbous boobs. But never before had they arrested a nymph like Lily. She ignored she sting of the iron bars, as mounds of titflesh exploded through the gaps in the bars. Soon, globes of womanhood rocketed forth from the size of mere water-balloons, to a size ever-approaching that of a watermelon.
"DRINK!" ordered Lily.
"I don't....when....I'm not...no..." stammered the confused Officer, whom according to her nametag was an Officer 'Stinson'.
"JUST DRINK!" Lily's breasts began to dribble. It was one of those pivotal moments that defined the future. A choice that would determine the course of an entire life. Whether by choice, by compulsion, or mere curiosity, Stinson sealed her fate when she latched onto the proferred nipple.
Focusing, Lily channeled the entirety of her goddess-magic into her breasts; enhancing their already potent nourishment magic. She really wasn't sure what would happen; even a freshman thaumaturgy 101 student knew not to combine different kinds of magic running at the same time. Such meddling produced unpredictable magical synergy. Officer Stinson didn't know either; she only knew utter bliss.
The flavor of Lily's goddess-milk was like honey-flavored ambrosia cream with a nutty undercurrent of wholesome purity. It was a funny thing about nymphs; they possessed an irresistable urge to nurture and nourish. Despite attempts to control and restrict her breasts, Lily would not be defeated. The more the human suckled her, the more rich lactation she slurped down, the stronger the magic became, the greater became the nurturing power. The forest nymph's tits grew larger even as they were drained, to meet the great need.
When the quivering began, Stinson must have drained almost a quart from Lily's bulging bazookas. She released a slippery nipple, amidst milky squirts as the fat human began to moan. Stinson stood on her knees, gazing at herself as the changes accelerated. With a *WHOOSH* and and a *THUMP* many pounds of fat was sucked into a shrinking waistline. Her pants legs rippled as legs sleeked out with the disappearance of adipose tissue. Stinson gulped as her saggy face and eyes were sucked back, tightening. As her clothes became less fitting, slipping off her slimming body, she began gurgling, eyes rolling back, and the fairy creatures could see her mind being torn apart and recycled like last week's newspaper.
The human had gripped Lily's now beachball-sized tits, and as her hands began to release their hold, Lily could feel callouses melting away to leave behind fresh-smelling flower-soft skin. Pale, unwholesome skin darkened to a healthy, tanned color, and sparks began to fly as imperfections vanished. Warts, scars, blemishes vanished in showers of green sparks as her skin perfected itself, becoming as smooth and flawless as polished velvet.
"NNNNHHH!! Itches..."she complained, scratching at her formerly grey-streaked brown hair, releasing her tight bun. Her rapidly greening hair began to quiver, as something slithered up from beneath her hairline...yes...a...a little vine with a bud on the tip! The bud arose from her now forest-green head of hair, blossoming wide into a brilliant blue Tulip! It tilted to catch the nearest source of sunlight. "AHHHHHH!" came the sigh of sublime relief. "I...I...I want to be a Stripper!" proclaimed the new forest nymph, as she did a cute little pirouette, her clothes falling away to reveal her slim, nude body.
Wrinkles were gone, warts were gone, sags were gone. Amelia Stinson was also gone. Perhaps someone that had known her 20 years ago might have a chance of recognizing her now, but in truth she had never looked so good. Ironically, out of all the bloated tissue she had lost, her breasts were actually larger now; almost the size of motorcycle-helmets. Quickly, she used the keys to unlock the cell of the older Fae.
"Nuuuhhhh...*snort*...she...she...told me she was eighteen....mmm." gurgled the satyr, sleeping in a nearby cell, hoofed feet kicking in the throes of a dream.
"TEHEHEHEHEHEH!" she giggled, emerald eyes wide with glee. "That mean ol' human is gone now! How can I thank you for getting rid of her?" She was as giggly, flirty, and enthusiatic as the youngest fae; and Lily felt a surge of motherly compassion. She laid her hand on the nymph's nipple; a comforting gesture of friendship for her...their kind.
"Just...Just go and tell the humans not to be afraid of our breasts!" Proclaimed Lily, almost lapsing back into lecture-mode. "When a Fae rips open her blouse, and offers up her breasts to you; don't be afraid to latch onto a nipple and begin to drink!"
"Oh, would that humanity would follow suit!" began Morganna; hands clasped together theatrically. "A host of ills could be thus cured; if only the humans could overcome the prudish hate spawned from prejudice, and allow us the quench their Faeophobia with the milk of our bosoms!"
"We could solve a lot of problems if humans weren't afraid to suck our tits." said Cori, with grave seriousness.
"By Neptune! Most impressive Professor! Many Fae can turn a human woman into a cock-sucking slut with little effort; but to turn her into another Fae demands impressive power!" cooed Shelly.
"My name is Tulip!" stated the new forest nymph, her fresh, dimpled face wide with wonder. "Will I ever have as many flowers as you Mother?" she asked Lily in awe. The proud parent smiled broadly; her three blossoms unfurling proudly.
"Our flowers are a direct mark of our fertility. With your good breeding hips, and tits like that, you'll find many humans glad to seed your loins with their sperm. Go forth! Go out and have sex for the sake of sex! And never...never pass up a chance to become pregnant! I'm sure you'll get your second flower in no time!"
"YAAAY!!" cried Tulip the nymph. "I'm not like that mean, ugly human..." she bent down and grabbed at her old uniform. "But I can still use her handcuffs!!" The Janitor, old Bill was outside the door; clutching his penis in confusion as the sudden surge of male potency swept over him. Giggling, Tulip scampered out the door. It was good that she wanted to be a stripper; she was ruined in her current career. Forest Nymphs were built to entice, not intimidate. Amelia Stinson had possessed a surprising layer of muscles beneath her rolls of blubber, good for taking down either human drunkards or nubile nymphs, but Tulip the nymph was all flowery softness and demure voluptuousness. Grappling with her was like tackling a bouquet. Yet, Bill the Janitor learned something surprising, as the lithe and horny fae was upon him.
There was one muscle, a group of muscles that were far, far stronger than ever before. The old, stubbly-faced janitor discovered the prodigious strength of a forest nymph's cunt. The inner walls of her womanly core grasped and trapped Bill's surprisingly potent penis with a vice-like grip. He gasped, sharply at the pleasure; and he knew he would not last long before such an onslaught. Tulip giggled, and caressed his balls comfortingly. Janitor Bill was neither the most virile nor handsome of men; yet he'd always been nice to Amelia, and Tulip knew he was a sweetie; so he was the natural choice for the father of her first crop of young. Gurgling with joy, his face was buried in her bosom as she informed him to never, ever be afraid to suck her tits.
"Hrrnhh....never...never told me...she was married...*snore*"
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She would get used to it. The girl was a paralegal from the D.A.'s office, Cynthia by name, she was crying, wailing as her belly swelled mightily with young. She was squatting on hands and knees wailing as her throw-pillow belly filled out to become more the size of a full backpack. She was pretty little half-asian caucasian mix, and when the Orgy wave overtook her, there had been many men available to shoot their loads into her fertile depths.
Suzie from Dispatch admitted that she'd been rather afraid the first go 'round. They'd all heard frightening stories of magically-quickened pregnancies. Go to a bar, meet some shady Fae; next day you've got a 9-month-belly, and before you can get to the Emergency Room you've squeezed out a load of weird, fairy children. Suzie couldn't speak for all women, but the quickened pregnancies was the most erotic and affirming experience she could remember. Nothing made her feel more alive; more utterly female than seeing her belly begin to swell, right below her navel. To feel the flutterings, the delicate quivers as the offspring shot through months of growth in minutes. To feel the growing pressure inside her womb, and then the surge of hormones.
Suzie from Dispatch threw back her head, gurgling with euphoria as the tingling sensation of what must be months worth of pregnancy hormones burning her brain all at once. In moments, fear and trepidation melted away; replaced with erotic glee and a warm, motherly glow. As her belly swelled further; obscuring her feet gradually, Suzie became overwhelmed with a feeling of perfect, visceral satisfaction. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to carry the little darlings; and to squeeze them from her womb.
There was one. The creature was merely six inches in length, and while it was a newborn, when scrutinized, it's body and figure was much like that of a high-fashion run-way model. A slender, lanky physique of sleek womanhood, though tiny, and with glassy little insect wings from her back. It landed on its mother's cereal-bowl sized tit.
Pixies; they were pixies. Every one of the dozen or so females in the Precinct that day was giving birth to dozens, upon dozens of little pixies; their hair a natural shade of hot pink. What should have been a 7-9 pound human infant had instead become dozens of little pixies, flittering about and giggling mischievously.
"One's....not enough..." snarled Sara, from close by in the Captain's office. "Old days...back in the 20th....a woman got by...with one orgasm...a few squirts...not anymore..." The Captain had overcome his previous reluctance and was now mounting Sara, her long hair whipping about in time to the thrusts of his pelvis nestled against her shapely, nude ass. "It's the Age...of Magic....woman...can expect more...from a man...can't get by...one one orgasm...we deserve better!" The magically virile Captain, balding head contorting in passion, did not seem inclined to disagree. Even with his meat inside her, Suzie saw the female detective's womb begin to bulge out with the next batch.
That reminded her not to neglect her stud. McMurphy clenched his hardened penis with a deathgrip, waiting with baited breath for her to finish birthing this litter of young that they might start upon the next. She swallowed his member and lavished him with her expert tongue to take the edge of his yearning. Yet again, her water broke and more pixies squeezed their way out of her. Though young and without knowledge, the pixie-spawn were quite precocious; playing with loaded side-arms, rummaging through the evidence locker, rearranging the bulletin boards; that insane giggling reverberating throughout the building. Though all the young pixies took time out rub and their mother's teats; so full with rich milk that the slightest touch created fountaining rivulets of lactation.
But it didn't stop there; so long as there was a calorie of energy left in their bodies, male and female would continue to couple, attempting more and more pregnancies. Their rational, human minds knew that there was work to be done, prisoners to be controlled, rules and ethics that forbade this carnal incident. They knew, yet they kept crawling on top of each other. Cynthia, the young paralegal knew she should try to escape this madness; yet instead she squeezed out more pixies; then lifted her shapely ass high in the air; shamelessly posturing for the next penis.
Brian, exhausted beyond all endurance, slithered atop Suzie again, hoping his penis would become hard; that he might send one more spurt inside her. The constant swelling, throbbing, and stretching of female bellies around litters of young, elicited many cries of shock; yet now there was new cause to shriek. Both Brian and Suzie felt them; Brian sprawled out atop the female, feeling the twinge below him.
They were like tiny moles at first, or maybe bugbites; yet they were in pairs...two pairs each...below Suzie's overtaxed, milking teats. McMurphy rose, scrutinized his mate. Several pixies took the opportunity to tug at, and bounce upon her ample breasts, releasing yet more creamy jets. The lower bumbs spread radially at first, rising from the terrain of her flesh like the earth before a volcano emerges. The tiny dots spread, grew, hardened....inflated.
Nipples. they were nipples; the size of little raisins in the beginning. Suzie's breathing became rapid, Brian released her, two more pink-haired pixies squeezed their way from her cunt, as another euphoric wave overwhelmed Suzie's mind. Those raisins became kumquats, accompanied by a soft, growing curve of womanly flesh. In two rows they grew, forming a vertical line across her sweaty, freakled skin. Like buoys bobbing in the sea, the nipples twitched as the growth accelerated. In seconds, nipple and breast had exceeded Strawberry size the first time Suzie caressed herself.
"HUFF...PUFF..." Suzie from Dispatch breathed heavily; Brian looked around; could he expect this from the other effected females? There was Sara; on all fours, three rows of dangling teats hung at least six inches from her chest. Cynthia was not as far along; her lower row of four new breasts had not yet reached strawberry size. But when he looked back, Suzie had reached baseball size. Her four new teats were gaining real jiggle, and where far, far softer than the hard orbs they resembled in size. Suzie ran a hand over her middle tit row, her middle finger rising from the pressing swell of tit that enlarged in less than three seconds onward, upward, past apple, orange, and approaching grapefruit size!
"Makes...sense..." Suzie gurgled...so many young....n-need more boobs. Soon....m-more cock..."
Every woman inside the building had become a six-breasted, pixie-factory, brood mare. And while seemingly exhausted; the latest change succeeded in further increasing the over-charged libidoes; as that biker kid discovered. He was wearing a sleek, yellow spandex suit and aerodynamic helmet of the sort that bicyclists use; but not for long. He was probably coming to report some routine complaint when Sargeant Ramirez saw him. And he was not wearing that outfit, or any for long.
Slithering up his slender, muscled figure upon slamming him to the ground, Sargeant Ramirez tore away the fabric with teeth and a growl. Her heightened animal instincts causing her to revel in the musky scent of the young, athletic male; probably from college. Smothered beneath six jiggling, careening boobs, the bicyclists' complaints became silenced by slippery, spurting breasts, as Ramirez impaled herself upon his rapidly hardening rod. The boy was dark-haired, with a stout chin and prominent nose; the raven-haired police woman couldn't allow such a delicious morsel to escape without at least one litter!
"That's the real purpose of Pixie-Dust." Explained Lisa, after she had retrieved their purses, and personal articles confiscated by the authorities. "There are no....never were male pixies; ever. It'll be the end of us if a time comes when pixies can't convince other races to screw us. And Mermaids think they have it tough!"
"So you get other races to do your breeding for you." stated Cori.
"We like to keep the Pixie-Dust a secret; but I trust you girls."
"M-mm...Men..." gurgled Marina; only half hearing the pink pixie. Her Estrus was growing stronger; and her eyes focused upon the naked, rutting men like a lioness upon a gazelle. She had a look in those eyes that sailors down through the centuries would have cause to fear.
"Uhhm...sorry sweetie; but we'd better get while the getting's good. " Lisa tried to restrain the horny mermaid.
"What of the cold cruelty of the Laws of Man?" opined Morganna. "You know that we violate many of their onerous codes in our hasty flight."
"Yes...I...The humans make these Laws for a reason," whined Lily. "I worry about what will become of the Fae if humans think we have no respect for their silly little laws? What sort of future will exist for Lisa's pixie-spawn?"
"A SEXY ONE!" proclaimed Tulip the nymph. She had finished rapidly with the Janitor, and sported an almost imperceptible bulge below her navel; but Lily knew that bulge would soon grow. The young, pregnant nymph was well on her way to a second flower. She scampered past the elder fae, and began rubbing her nipples, until her first drops of milk appeared. Soon, the exhausted Officers of the Peace were filled with a new energy; as the spurts from Tulip's breasts restored their flagging endurance with the nurturing magic inherent in a nymph's bosom.
"Well.....let's let her worry about all these laws..." suggested Lisa. "I just hope she still remembers her legal training."
And so it was; amidst giggles, grunts, breaskmilk, and little pixies everywhere, the Fae left to resume their Spring Break.
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There was a phone call. The assembled women; naked and pregnant gazed quizzically at their mistress, the Elf Cecilia.
"Excellent; I'll be there immediately. Oh yes; No longer will they mock us, ridicule us for our natural, fairy lusts!" she all but shouted at the person on the other end. As abhorrent as it was; Cecilia would still need to wear clothing again. Sluts her race might be, but a naked elf still attracts more attention than an elf wearing almost anything. Though a pregnant elf did not. Gladly, her humans had surrendured their bank-accounts, and vehicles to her, so the travel would not be a problem. But for the humans, their troubles had just begun....