
The Life Cycle of the Lesser Blue Fairy
(MF anal fist size magic rom) Part 4/4
You don't believe in fairies? This one could change your life 
forever.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains sexual situations not 
suitable for children. It may not be reproduced in any way where 
readers are charged for it. Copyright reserved. 


Chapter Four - Egg
(You really do have to read Chapters 1, 2 & 3 first. Currently at
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Old-Softy/Blue_fairy_1.txt)
In which we discover what it was all about. In even the most 
complicated of life cycles there is only one ultimate driver 
- reproduction.

10.15 Saturday 17th July 2004

Saturday morning, waking Mike with a blow job. It is such a nice 
ritual, to be able to take time over it, instead of having to rush 
it like on weekdays. I swear he pretends to be asleep just to make 
sure I do the full slow getting-him-up-before-he-wakes-up 
routine. But I am beginning to wonder if I am not actually 
becoming addicted to his ejaculate. I feel really moody until I 
have had my mouthful of refreshing frothy minty stuff. Coffee? Who 
needs it!


20.03 Saturday 17th July 2004

PL 20, stats 34-21-39-E, Action VPx1, Fstx1 (lounge) Mx1, VPx1 
(kitchen) VP2or3 (bedroom)

I thought we ought to measure the volume of Mike's ejaculate, so I 
gave him a hand job into a breakfast cup. Guess what, over three 
quarters full. When it splashes inside me that IS what it feels like, 
but I never thought it really was. I can actually feel the 
liquid sloosh about in my insides after a good session, and I 
cannot describe the tingling buzz it gives me, like getting high 
or a bit drunk.

It is as if his body is all set up to make this blue stuff and 
pump it into my body as fast as possible. And my job is to make it 
irresistible for him to do it!

And why does masturbating him make me cum? Yes, it was just so 
sexy, looking into his eyes while I slowly jerked him off. But 
there is more. It is that link between us - I don't know what it 
is but it makes me feel warm and toasty just to have him in the 
same room, and I can always tell when he has a hard-on from the 
butterflies in MY stomach.

I kept the cupful to sip later. It is here at the keyboard. Well 
it was, but for some reason it is almost all gone now. God, if you 
could bottle this stuff you could make a fortune! And it makes me 
feel so ... I mean I know Mike is waiting for me, but I should be 
able to control myself long enough to finsih this  adn

fuckit

 
21.50 Sunday 18th July 2004

PL 20, stats 34-21-38-E, Action ??

I don't know what to put in the stats anymore, for night time. You 
see, although we are not doing it any more often, it is lasting 
longer and longer. At night, sometimes he does not disengage, but 
we just lie there, cuddling. His penis is so long that it can stay 
in even when it is a bit soft, and we can still be comfortable 
lying in each others arms. Last night, I dozed off, afterwards, 
with it still in me. I woke up from this amazing dream - well you 
can guess what it was about, because he kneeling over me, really 
slowly and carefully fucking me with a prick like an iron bar, 
while trying not to wake me up. I wrapped myself around him and 
got my tongue down his throat and my finger up his ass so I could 
reach his prostrate, and gave him such an orgasm - that will teach 
him to take advantage of a girl while she is getting her beauty 
sleep!

Just writing about it makes me extra horny, as if I didn't want 
him inside me all the time anyway. Where is he, we are going to 
bed right now.


20.16 Monday 19th July 2004

PL 20, stats 34-21-38-E

Last night he was in me from 10.00 pm when we went to bed, until 
7.30 am this morning when the alarm woke us up. We did not do any 
funny stuff, no anal or oral, just lots of beautiful gentle 
fucking, and he did not pull out once. But it was not all 
screwing. We must have had half a dozen orgasms, together of 
course, but we also got lots of sleep. Just as well the bed is so 
big and it is warm enough not to need covers; we just fucked and 
dozed and cuddled and fucked some more without stopping or 
thinking or having to worry about what we were doing. And whether 
he was on top or underneath or by my side, he was plugged in the 
whole time.

I remember when I was kid reading about this bizarre deep sea 
fish, you know one of those strange ugly things with luminous bits 
that never see the light. I forget the name. Apparently the male 
is much smaller than the female, maybe only a tenth the size, so 
you would think he was a different species. When he finds a 
suitable mate, he fastens on just near her sex opening, with his 
teeth. And stays there for the rest of their lives. He lives off 
her body, becoming like a parasite, and fertilises the eggs as 
they come out. At the time, I thought - "Nice life, typical man!" 
But now I wonder about what it would be like for the female. Well 
it certainly takes the risk out of finding a male with sperm, in a 
big empty ocean. Maybe worth supporting a passenger just for that. 
But how would it FEEL?

Because now I have this strange little fantasy of Mike and I 
plugged into each other for ever, always together, and never 
having to be apart.


20.35 Tuesday 20th July 2004

You may have noticed I have stopped with the statistics line. Well 
there does not seem much point, now our different bits have 
clearly stopped growing. It goes up or down a bit, but that is 
obviously just how I measure stuff.


23.30 Wednesday 21st July 2004

This is Mike.
I'm shaking. I almost did it again. How could I have been so 
STUPID! 

But it's alright. No-ones dead, I don't think she's hurt, just I'm 
very frightened and - very, very cross with myself.

We were doing an internal "exam". Well that's what she calls it, 
although there is not much examination and a lot of fondling. It's 
so strange to be feeling her up on the inside, so hot and so ... 
well more than sexy, intimate. It's not meat, not cold or dead. 
This is her hot, moving, breathing slippery insides I have my hand 
in, and she can feel every touch. If I put my shoulder right up 
between her legs I can reach between her lungs and stroke her 
heart. Yes, her living beating heart. Somehow it seems so ... her 
centre ... her very being, literally in my hand. And it really 
REALLY turns her on.

Unfortunately it turns me on too, and we both got a bit excited. I 
can remember gripping it, really quite hard, and then, the feel of 
the pulsing bursting life within my fingers, while she spasmed and 
convulsed in orgasm around my arm. But of course I came too, like 
a steam engine, and must have gripped too hard, because when I 
stopped ... it had stopped as well.

Okay, I panicked, if only for a second. But the First Aid training 
kicked in, and I had my arm out, and her on her back and I was 
stiff armed, leaning on her chest ready to go with the resuss 
routine - when her eyelids fluttered. She opened them and looked 
up at me. "Wow", she breathed, "That was something. I must have 
actually fainted." She frowned. "Your face! What's going on?"

She would hardly believe me when I told her, but I was so worried. 
Okay it seems silly afterwards, but I could not stop putting my 
ear against her chest just to hear the ba-bump of her ticker 
pumping away again.


20.21 Thursday 22nd July 2004

I think that last night, with my fainting and ... whatever else 
happened ... is the limit of our experimentation. I don't know 
about Mike - well in fact I do know about Mike. We both feel we 
have pushed the bizarre as far as we want to go for now. After 
all, we love each other so much, and just quite plain ordinary sex 
(alright, pretty sustained sex!) is so good, why should we muck 
around? So, from now on it will just be my vagina. That and my 
uterus. My vagina, my uterus, maybe my rectum, my mouth, and then 
his tongue, his penis, his fingers; don't forget my tongue, his 
rectum, my fingers, his mouth - okay we still need a *bit* of 
variety!

It is funny, but I really DO know about Mike. If anything, we talk 
less these days, and what we say is just the jokey stuff, like old 
buddies. But I know what he feels. And I know he knows what I 
feel. All the time.


20.15 Tuesday 27th July 2004

PL 17, stats 34-22-39-E

Life has settled down. People have got used to how we look, and my 
friends have stopped asking for the name of my hairdresser, or 
what diet I am on. 

It seems as if our bodies have stopped changing, and now when I 
look in the mirror, what I see there does not seem so unusual or 
extraordinary. I suppose we have forgotten what we looked like 
before. The blueness seems to have died down, as well. Our saliva, 
my juices, are back to normal, although Mike's ejaculate still has 
a blue tinge, and that mouth-watering mint flavour. Mmmmmmmm, 
still can't get enough of it! 

Things are still changing inside me, I can feel them, sometimes. I 
have a hope that they are growing back to how they were, but of 
course I have no easy way of telling, and I am not sure I feel 
brave enough to investigate.


20.10 Wednesday 4th August 2004

You will noticed that this is the first entry for a bit. To be 
honest, it has been a bit of a chore so I have not been bothering. 
But something seemed odd to me so I have just measured my bust for 
the first time in a week. It is smaller! So is Mike's penis.

Now I think about it, it seemed smaller yesterday, although I did 
not think anything of it. What is going on now?


20.56 Friday 6th August 2004

PL 13, stats 34-23-36-D

There is no doubt about it. We are "shrinking" back to normal. 
Obviously this whole body alteration was just a temporary effect 
and I suppose eventually we will end up just as we were before. 

I am not sure how I feel about that.


20.23 Saturday 7th August 2004

PL 11, stats 34-24-36-D

Mike and I have been talking about it. Firstly, we both agree 
that, although on the whole this blue thing has been exciting, it 
is also pretty weird, and possibly dangerous. If nothing else, we 
are lucky that no-one else found out. How could we possibly 
explain? So it is not the end of the world if it is ending.

But, secondly, we are NOT just going to sink back into the old 
ways. We love each other too much now - that will never change. 
And, the good things - well why can't we try to hang on to them? 
So we are going to eat healthily, both make an effort with our 
appearances, and tomorrow we will both join a gym.

It will be sad, though, when it gets too short to stay in me all 
night long. I think that, of everything, that will be the one 
thing I will really miss. Hmmm... make the most of it tonight!


17.30 Sunday 8th August 2004

PL 10, stats 34-24-36-C

The gym was fun. Partly because it was easy - I have only now 
realised how strong and fit this blue thing has made us. We just 
breezed through stuff that left other people collapsed on the 
floor, and the trainer was giving both of us appraising looks at 
the end. Maybe we should slacken off a bit?

But the other nice thing was not standing out. It was a mixed gym, 
of course (we had decided to stick together for this) with maybe 
more women than men, and they were mostly really fit people. 
"Fit" in both senses - I had been really worried about stripping 
down to a leotard, with my figure, and Mike had to strap up tight 
and then wear some pretty roomy shorts. But lots of people had 
figures almost as extreme as ours. The only difference is they had 
to sweat for theirs!


20.56 Saturday 14th August 2004

PL 9, stats 34-24-36-C

We were lying there, in bed last night cuddling, and I had to ask 
him. Whether he missed the old me, with the fantastic boobs and 
the vagina like a hoover. He laughed, and said he was thinking of 
getting a plumper pillow for the bed. It is strange, he is still 
so tough that I cannot seem to hurt him no matter how hard I poke 
him.

And then, without thinking, I just let it out. "What about Ariel? 
Do you miss her?" Too late, I wished I could remember to engage 
brain before putting mouth in motion. 

He was deadly still. Then slowly, he replied "No. I don't miss 
her, Because she hasn't gone." I must have looked puzzled. "Don't 
you see", he continued, "How she was, what I loved about her, is 
what I love about you, now. I think you *are* Ariel."

"Yes, well that's very flattering but ..."

"No, I mean it literally!" he interrupted. ""We both ate her. She 
became us. All of her that was in me, I have been pumping into 
you, and now you are just like her." He looked at me. "You even 
look like her. If you try, I bet you could remember what it was 
like to *be* her."

Well of course I could not. Except, with a slow realisation, it 
dawned. Sure, this was me; Celia. But the person I could not 
remember, was the Celia of before. The poor sad woman who had not 
understood. Oh, yes, I could vaguely remember what had happened to 
her, the things she had done. But for the life of me I could not 
remember why she did them. And although I could not remember any 
detail of what Ariel had done in her few short days out of the 
egg, I just knew what she had felt, and as truly as if I had lived 
those days, I knew why. He was watching my face. "Sssh. It's 
alright." he murmured and kissed the tears from my cheek. 

It is very strange to discover you are not completely human. And 
yet, somehow it fits. All that beauty, that until now I felt I had 
stolen, that I had feared I might one day have to give back - now 
it feels right, as if I am entitled to it. For the first time, I 
feel completely at peace with this thing. This is how I am, this 
is how we are supposed to be. 

I am cross I cannot remember the flying, though. That sounded such 
fun.


20.56 Saturday 21st August 2004

PL 9, stats 34-24-36-C

I have tailed off on the log again - laziness, but I tell myself 
there is not much to report. Our bodies seem to have settled down 
now. We keep up the training, and I go to the beauty clinic once a 
week for a "maintenance" session. Not that I worry about Mike - he 
would be besotted with me however I looked, but it is fun being 
the sexiest wife in town. Mike gets a strange kick out of how his 
mates pant after me. 

We both spend quite a bit on clothes. I justify it as having to 
look good for my man, but of course there is just something so 
nice about wandering down the aisle fingering skimpy outfits. You 
know, trying on stuff that you *know* will make you look hot 
enough to give any man a hard-on. What is surprising is how easy 
it is to get Mike to buy clothes - I could never get him 
interested before.

I dared to go to the Doctor last Tuesday, for a general check-up. 
He was certainly very attentive, and it is just as well that it is 
a couple of years since I was last there - I could see him 
puzzling to remember if I had always looked like this. He blushed 
so nicely while he was checking for lumps - I would have thought 
that he had seen enough women to have lost that reaction for ever, 
so it's good to know I still have something.  I would not let him 
do an X-ray, just in case there was something weird still there. 
After all, I do still feel great. He rang me with the results 
today - all fine, which was a relief. Except for the bacteria 
count. Which was unusual, because it was nil. None at all, not any 
strain. He says that that never happens, that everyone has 
millions of bacteria living in them, even if they do no harm, so 
the test must have gone wrong. He suggested a repeat, but I told 
him not to bother and he let it go. Hmmmmm.

Sex? Well we keep at it, maybe a little self consciously, but hey, 
neither of us are going to complain. We get it together two or 
three times most days, which is not bad. Standard human style 
stuff these days, although we have picked up a few tricks and 
habits that might be frowned on in polite society. At night, it is 
mostly cuddles. Neither of us can get to sleep without at least a 
quick screw (but more often a very long and leisurely one) and he 
wakes up if there is not at least an arm or leg or some part of me 
draped over him. Me, I have made a private vow I am never going to 
sleep out of his arms, no matter where we are or what happens. 
To be honest I do not think I would have much choice.

There is no blue left. Everything is just ordinary saliva or semen 
colour. I wonder where it has all gone? Fortunately Mike's cum 
still tastes as yummy as ever - or is it that my taste for it has 
evolved at the same time? No strange healing powers, although I 
have been reluctant to test it. I do have an odd feeling in my 
insides sometimes, not in my stomach but lower down - as if 
something in my womb remembers the strange days - or as if there 
was still something there. And I have not had a period yet, not 
since all this started, almost three months ago now. I suppose 
that will be the last thing to show the reversion is complete.


09.50 Sunday 29th August 2004

Mike here. Wow. Just when we thought it was all over.

Yesterday Celia told me she was getting period pains, like she 
used to a day before the flow started. I could have done without 
the detail, but she thought it was important. Then, well, we were 
getting a bit frisky before supper. If you have a knockout babe 
like mine wandering around sometimes you need to satisfy one 
hunger before attending to the other, and I was thinking that 
maybe we would not be getting much action tomorrow. 

So she is on her back on the sofa, trying to suck my tongue down 
her throat, when she hooks her knee over the back of the sofa and 
pulls her skirt up around her waist. Mmmm, silly little white 
panties. But before I can get my eager hands on them, she grabs 
one side of them and with a jerk, rips them apart herself. Now 
they look like a garter decorating one thigh while her hot swollen 
pussy lips beckon to me. I am kissing and sucking her down there, 
and  I slip a couple of fingers in while she wriggles; when she 
sudenly stops me and and pulls my head up. She looks at me with 
THAT look and in her husky "if-you-don't-fuck-me-now" voice says 
"Mike ... fist me ... like you used to ... we can still do it" 

Now in fact we hadn't done that for quite a bit and my hands are 
not small. But, when a lady asks so prettily ... I slip a third 
finger in, and she is SO hot and slippery that the whole set 
follows not soon after. She is writhing, and I never can resist 
the rush when I know it's me giving her that feeling. Sure enough, 
after a few more minutes my whole hand is in, although it is 
folded over and cramped, and, frankly, pretty uncomfortable. Still 
I never would have believed it was possible at all.

That's when I met something coming the other way. Yep, deep in her 
pussy, lets be technical, at the end of her vagina, coming out of 
her cervix, was some round smooth object. I froze. "Celia, honey 
... " Just gasps came in reply. I began to worry in case they were 
pain not pleasure. "Celia, hey, you alright?" I was trying to 
gently extricate my hand now, although without stretching her even 
more that was going to be difficult.

"Ohhh ... yess ... yessss ... OHHHHHHHH ... " apparently she WAS 
alright, which was the main thing. By now I was succeeding, but 
the thing was following my fingers down, still bumping into the 
tips. "Ohh ... Ohhhh ... AAAHHHHHH ..." she cried out, and spasmed 
and shook as if she was having the most almighty cum of her life.

She collapsed back. And I sat on the floor, next to the sofa, very 
suddenly, where my legs dropped me. Because the thing in my hand 
was about three inches long, and oval shaped. Slightly warm, 
resilient feel to it, and translucent blue.

While I sat there stunned, she began to come down "Mmmmmm, Mike 
that was amazing. What did you do?" And then, because I was now 
giggling like an idiot, "Mike? What's going on?" I couldn't speak 
for laughing. It all clicked. Ariel, the changes, the blue; at 
last it all made sense. Now I understood the whole affair. "MIKE 
THONRTON!" she said in her best stern voice "What is going on? 
What is that?" 

Slowly I regained control, wiping the tears from my eye, and held 
up the prize for her to see. "It's an egg. A blue egg. A blue 
fairy egg."

So. 

Who shall we give this to?


End of Chapter Four


EPILOGUE

I have some news for you. We are expecting! I am pregnant. I have 
known since yesterday, but the news has been sloshing around in my 
head and it is only now that I really get it, how weird this thing 
is. Mike has planted a seed in me that is going to become a new 
person, someone who has never existed before. And this new person 
is going to grow inside of me and live off me, until they are 
ready to come out. Then they are going to, no, I am going to push 
them out, through ... well we will not even have the blue magic, 
but we will cope.

There was a pregnant woman waiting at the bus stop
this morning, and I could not help staring at her. She was quite 
far gone, leaning back a bit to balance her weight, which of 
course showed off this great round belly out in front of her. She 
was not wearing a maternity smock or anything, just jeans with the 
waist band under her tummy and a cotton top which stopped above 
her belly button. The bottom half of her bump was all naked, and I 
cannot describe how it made me feel. Almost erotic. It was so round 
and tight I could not take my eyes off the beautiful curved shape of 
her. She saw me looking and smiled before she turned away - she 
obviously didn't mind the stares. 

Everyone is so used to mothers and babies that we never think it 
odd. But once you understand what is going on here ... Never mind 
superhuman sex or even blue fairy eggs, nothing you could ever 
invent is as unbelievable, as extraordinary, as growing a baby inside 
you. Soon that will be me - only seven and a half months to go. 

The other thing. Do you remember that fairy business last year? 
Ever since, I have been so worried about keeping it all a secret. 
What a waste of time. Who would ever believe us! I mean if I ever 
attempted to tell someone, they would just think it was a story - 
not only that, but a ridiculous, impossible, unbelievable story. 
In fact I am going to do just that. I am going to tell the world. 
So I need to find that web site that Mike used to go on, the porn 
stories one that he thought I did not know about. It was called 
asstar.com or something.

I have found it, "www.asstr.org" It is really easy. You open up an 
account, and they give you web space with everything you need. 
This log is going up, just as it is. So, all you people out there, 
this is just a silly bit of fiction. Of course it is. 

But ... if anyone ever sends you a translucent blue egg, about 
three inches long, slightly warm and smooth to the touch ... 
well, find yourself a partner you trust, because I can tell you 
now, it's going to be a pretty wild ride!

THE END




Yeah, I know, silly stuff. Still I hope you had as much fun reading 
it as I did writing it.
Drop me a line to 
'oldsofty  @  hotmail.co.uk' (don't forget to remove the spaces)
let me know where you liked it
let me know why you hated it
and above all
let me know if a blue egg ever hit YOUR life!
