Faeophobia: Spring Break Ch. 04

It was then that she saw it; a reflection from a nearby streetlight came to her off the window of one of the Greenhouses. She gazed at a pert-nosed, pouty-lipped porn-star, tousled mane of midnight hair and flawless skin slick with a sweet-smelling substance that could only be...eh.....tree-sap? But it was when she saw the reflection of her melon-like mammaries in the glass, not quite so large as a pair of soccer balls, that Gus fell completely in lust with herself.

Sometimes, if you had a bad itch; it felt so good, almost euphoric to stratch it, yet at the same time you knew it was wrong; you knew it might hurt you, that this whole situation was a bad trip. Yet, the woman that had been Gus could not stop; she couldn't stop fingering her pussy; the man trapped inside was consumed with lust for the female he had become! And so there were many positions she tried; the slippery slut curled her fingers into a claw-shape, groping and penetrating herself, as her womanhood moistened with hopeless yearning. She tried different shapes, hoping for the optimum stimulation. Tightening her middle finger, she thrust! with an audible *SHLUK* she drove deep into the curves and folds of her molten cunt. Again! *SLUK* Again! *SHLURP*

It was width she needed next; bending all the fingers of her left hand at the knuckles, she was plunging a bundle of fingers into herself when...

"I thought I heard a woman...cry, scream or something!" came a youthful, vigorous, and male voice. He was The chest-nut haired, with a lean and wiry 6-soot frame, a prominent nose, and smooth-shaven skin. His blue eyes focused upon a nude, slimy slut splaying herself obscenely in the dirt. Breasts jiggling rhythmically atop her torso, nipples engorged like cement pencil erasers, grinding her left hand into her own pussy; a look of desperate, inconsolable lust etched upon her exquisite yet perky face.

"Awwwwwwesome!!" he exclaimed. "I saw a lot of this back at my High School; you've had some kind of weird, magical accident right?" his eyes focused enthusiastically upon her. The long-haired, huge-boobed female that was once in charge of the Greenhouses could only nod slightly in acknowledgment. "Yeah! And now; you're like...a total slut! It's those tits! It's like....these days, any woman with boobs that big becomes a crazy-ass nymphomaniac! Am I right?"

"I...I don't....I need....." without meaning it, her lips formed the words, and the searing need within her spoke. "P-penis..." she gurgled.

"SCORE!" yelled the wiry lad. He scooped her up, positioned her so that she could be cradled in his arms, while at the same time he could get a finger into her dripping snatch. He was an experienced youth, he'd seen magical accidents like this before, and new to keep the slut sexually stimulated constantly.

If not for that, if not for the hand up her pussy; the woman that was now Gus would have tried to escape; she would have tried to seek medical help. But the shock, terror, and outrage at being so thoroughly transformed could not hope to outweigh the rapturous pleasure, the ecstatic hunger at this penetration. With each thrust, with each orgasm, she could feel her former identity slipping away.

It became more difficult to remember her old life; female hormones were flooding her brain, and the erotic ecstasy was breaking her! Her body so craved the penetration, that she was unable to muster the willpower to even begin a struggle. She had to tell him that it was a mistake! She had to tell the guy carrying her back to his S.U.V. that this shouldn't be happening! His finger, his middle finger kept thrusting into her cunt as she tried...struggled to explain herself.

"M-more..." she moaned breathily.

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"Hmm...hey Cori, could you go over to the bed and screw him a few more times?" instructed Professor Lily, from the next room, bent over a selection of petri-dishes. The blond-haired fae-girl with what seemed like a golden sunburst tattooed on her forehead giggled.

"Wow," she exclaimed, the blond tail right above her ass twitched a bit. "He's still hard! It's like he never came at all!" The magical shapeshifter, who very much resembled a short, busty, blond 19-year old, felt her boobs throbbing, and her pussy growing moist.

"That's the problem; he'll keep struggling and might hurt himself unless he's got his penis inside a pussy. I need to run a few more tests...." The brilliant forest nymph was lost in her role as a moleclar biologist, putting her years of education to use. She'd seemed younger than the last time Cori saw her, but that wasn't unusual. While human woman wanted to look as young and attractive as possible, Many Fae tried to conceal their perky, youthful vitality with cosmetics designed to simulate the appearance of increasing age; otherwise it was psychologically impossible for humans to take them seriously, and respect them. If you ever catch an important, successful fae *without* her make-up, she would undoubtedly be far more attractive than in the office.

It seemed to the shapeshifting creature that Lily was giving up all that; here on vacation at least, she would not hide the fact that she had the body and face of a 20-year-old. Well, a 20-year old with canteloupe-sized tits, and hips wide enough to successfully carry a baby well into the 15th month. If fae pregnancies ever lasted that long.

"Oh, and save some of his sperm; I'll need to run more tests." Lily instructed. Happily, the blond fae creature opened wide her pink bathrobe, and straddled yet again that mighty, ram-rod-rigid penis.

The door to the hotel slammed open. It was Lisa, the pixie. She had a deliriously happy look on her face; the look a human might have after a thorough alcoholic intoxication. And indeed, the pixie was enebriated; with sperm. Her hair, a natural shade of hot pink was speckled with white, and small rivulets of semen ran down her....well...all of her. Two of the four frilly wings that sprouted from her shoulder blades were sticking together, Dried sperm caking the transparent appendeges. It was a little known fact that great quantities of fresh, human semen directly ingested could produce a narcotic effect on the physiology of pixies.

"S'cuse me, girlfriend..." she murmured dreamily. "I gotta go gestate for awhile." All that remained of her clothing was a pink bikini-top. Her sleek legs and naked pussy had been bombarded with male ejaculate. Lisa rubbed her slightly engorged belly as she stumbled into another room of the hotel suite to nurture a batch of pixie-spawn inside her womb.

"Lisa! check out this guy's cock!" called Cori. The man, a taller fellow with a salt&pepper hair and beard was raging out of control, tied down to the four-post bed. Only a ball-gag in his mouth kept his screams from alerting the neighbours. His hairy body was clad only in Cori's pussy juice, from the copious release of female ejaculate prompted by the straining might of a ten-inch cock; red and angry with frustrated denial.

"Oh believe me....I've checked out enough Cock!" exclaimed the dreary pixie. "At least....for an hour or two."

"I swear, he's cum ten times! And he just seems to get harder!" Cori's silvery eyes widened. Even in her exhausted state, that got Lisa's attention. She stalked over, naked and dripping cum to study the nude and struggling human; penis aflame with lustful potency. It was inconceivable that a healthy human male could remain in such sexual tension in a room with both Cori and Lily! Any one of them would suck him dry eagerly! She'd heard the professor pining away awhile ago about wanting to become pregnant yet again...why was this man's penis still so painfully erect?

"I'm certain now," Lily stated, entering the room without a stitch of clothing. "This man....he's been...contaminated." she answered solemly. A Crysanthemum that grew naturally from her scalp seemed to fold up, petals closing as it retracted; a sure sign that the nymph was worried. The stern fae was holding in her hands several petri dishes, filled with little specks of bright green biomass.

"This man has been infected with Dryad spores."

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She had real hope; As Violet prepared for her routine, a small grin of triumph escaped her painted lips. The differences between fae and human were sharply constrasted today, the advantages and disadvantages of each very clear for the audience.

The contestant before her, a sparklingly beautiful elf with long, blue hair had lost it. She'd gone totally nympho. She'd seemed alright at first, but the combined stimulus of her own boobs, once they'd gotten past bowling-ball size, combined with the cat-calls of the men had triggered something in the elf. After languishing in the Land of Fairy for so long, with so few men, an audience like this with hundreds of virile males had been too much to bear. Violet knew that look; when her golden eyes widened like that, when her pointed ears started to twitch, ( a sure sign of arousal among elves) the human could sense that she was sliding into an abyss from which there was no return.

The Fae Lust had become so overwhelming; that the elf's mind was utterly submerged in the torrent of slutty yearnings. You could see the girl snap, right there on stage. In seconds, her higher brain functions had failed completely, as the elf hurled herself offstage at the audience, her urge to mate crushing all reason. She landed in a squatting pose, snarling with libidinous ecstasy, as she tore off her bikini bottom. You could see the muscles in her ass twitch as she blasted the crowd with a pungent dose of her pussy's unique sexual attractant.

The guys continued their lurid invitations and graphic reminders of the elf's voluptuous body for only a few seconds, even though they expected it; the elven rut musk still hit them like a biochemical sledgehammer. The men quivered in shock, as the pheromones assaulted their senses; and in seconds, they too had lost whatever intellect they'd possessed, consumed with the rut. Violet couldn't help but wonder; how close had Marina come to a similar surrender?

The Bouncers thought they were safer with gas masks on, as they battled the crowd in their efforts to remove the sex-starved elf. Well, that wasn't true, it wasn't that the elves, or pixies, or nymphs were sex-starved; just that too much was never enough for most fae. After a ferocious melee, the blue-haired elf was dragged from the auditorium; but even still her rutting brain did not comprehend the event; in her frenzied estrus, the elf could only imagine that the bouncers wanted her for themselves, and she was more than happy to oblige. And Violet could see that strained look in the eyes of the security professionals, despite their precautions, the elf's grinding, groping, seductive body was not something to be ignored. Many that observed the event were not surprised that the Bouncers took a long, long time to return after kicking the elf out of the auditorium. A loooong time...

The few extra moments that passed as the rutting elf was subdued gave Violet yet more time to compose herself. She had already changed her bikini twice, finally deciding on a flimsy two-piece covering of the thinest fabric that might still have a chance of containing her prodigious bosoms. The bikini ensemble was a deep, rich red. She'd learned in biology class that women's lips became most red during sexual arousal, thus the invention of lipstick.

What most impressed the crowd initially was actually her minimum size; true Bosom Builders were able to adapt their mammaries for those rare times when they needed clothing that would accomodate breasts no larger than volleyballs. A champion contender, like her, or that bitch of a pixie could reduce themselves; but most women had no control over their tits after a fertility magic accident.

And yet Violet was able to shrink down her boobs, through great force of effort....into....*NGH*...in...a...d-...d-....Double-D cup! Her painfully compressed teats were no larger than grapefruit when first she strutted onto the stage! Yet she still retained that sappy, performers' smile, disengenuous, but a necessity for show-biz. To remain mobile with what where normally beach-ball breasts, she'd had to undergo a rigorous regimine of physical fitness and aerobics; it would pay off for those men that hungered after the svelte, firm musculature of fitness models, women healthy enough to run a marathon, yet not so muscular that she lost any curves. These men would enjoy the tanned sculpture of her towering legs, and the sense of vital strength pulsing beneath. They would grin at the sight of her rigid, 6-pack abdominals, and soon; all men would feel a twinge in their crotch when they first beheld what she could do with her boobs.

The question was, would the judges prefer softly voluptuous women, that still remained mobile with 30-pound boobs? Or would the athletic look be seen as an acceptable strategy? It was a point of controversy in the Bosom-Building community.

"Goddess on the Mountaaainn Top....

Burnin' like a Silver Flame....

The summit of Beauty and Love....

And Venus was her name...."

Violet's Preconjunction song of choice was one that represented the fierce, obsessive yearning that women could provoke with the right means of seduction. And she had an advantage over the Fae; she did not want to start a gang-bang! She could complete an entire performance, and still retain her sanity! Yes, she craved sex with every fiber of her being, but she was still sane; still human!

Her tight belly undulated as she began a more subdued, but still seductive dance routine. Her toned abs and supple waist moved in waves as she thrust her bikini-clad pussy at the audience. She had some pride that her figure had remained unchanged after all that happened at college; like almost any girl with even a speck of beauty, Violet too had been impregnated and birthed a few magical offspring; I mean, what college coed hadn't these days? If you had any boobs to speak of, any curves at all, some tricky satyr or leprechaun would find some way to knock you up. And if you had no curves, some fae would zap you with a boob spell, and then breed you. But Violet was a survivor; she'd been sexually augmented, magically impregnated, but nothing would slow her down!

She's got it,

Yeah Baa-aby-

She's got it,

Violet's athelticism permitted a different Breast-growth tactic that the other preposterously-endowed women had not been able to pull off in this circuit. She gyrated wildly, before leaping into a cart-wheel. As she completed her third tumble, her breasts had enlarged by what seemed to be at least three more inches in width from their former, grapefruit status. With the adroit grace of her gymnast training, she kept her boobs in an almost constant jiggle, even as they blossomed forth.

Each tanned breast leapt like a thing alive, quakes of pure titflish as they exploded forward in size. It was not that Violet intentionally used magic to grow her bosom; she merely released her restraint over the fertile, bosom magic that burned in her blood. With each ripple, each bounce, boobs jerked forward toward the audience; obscuring their true size.

" Well, I'm your Venus,

I'm your Fire,

at your Desire...."

Slowing, she ran her manicured hand up over the taut strength of her steely legs, bronzed ski glistening in the spotlight. From her firm calves, in a circle up to her quads, a slight swell in her thighs from muscle, but her physique was balanced; her strength did not detract in the least from any of her womanly curves.

Her finger slid over her bikini-clad pussy, into the valley of her navel; finally reaching the base of the jiggly watermelons expanding upon her chest. Violet didn't think she could pull off ther perfect, seamless expansion of a pixie like Titty, but she had a different tactic.

" Well, I'm your Venus,

I'm your Fire,

at your Desire...."

Legs far apart, she stopped dancing, propped up her boobs in each hand, and let the growth take hold completely. She not only removed every restraint, she pushed her Bosom magic, allowing the crackling sorcery that burned within her to transform her body into the most voluptuously over-endowed form possible. As breasts jumped in size from mammalian mounds not unlike that of a pair of bloated watermelons onwards towards and through the size of standard beachballs, cleavage deepening, her heart fluttered a bit with the risk she was taking.

Only the most experienced and cunning Bosom Builders would push themselves to the limit like this, in competition. Her ass was filling out even more, and her boobs were quivering, growing, leaping and throbbing with sexual heat! Could she hold onto technique? As her hands were totally concealed beneath the swelling towers of teat, she felt her Girls heating up, and the tingling inside signifying extraordinary milk production. She was already bigger than that blue-haired elf was when she went Nympho; and with increasing voluptuousness, came increasing libido.

" Her weapons were her crystal eyes....

Making every man a man...

Black as the dark night she was....

Got what no-one else had! "

Her pleasant smile became a sinister leer, and her wide-eyed cheerfulness became a predatory glare, as the lust slammed into her. But Violet's weapons were far more than just her crystal eyes. There was no turning back now; even if she could contain her lust, her nipples would be spurting soon; but if it looked deliberate, she might not lose points! It was a somewhat subjective judging process. What she was doing was considered bad form; an unnacceptable risk. Bosom Builders only unleashed their full magic during training; to grow more accustomed to larger sizes and greater libidos. But Violet had a chance! Her legs were strong enough; unlike soft-bodies Contenders, she could remain standing even with migdet-sized breasts as now! Most girls lost mobility between beachball size and that of a bean-bag chair. But Violet was strong enough! Was she disciplined enough to keep from raping the audience? As the elf had tried?

Her bikini, even one designed from preposterous breasts was beginning to tear; ridiculous mounds thrust towards the audience; acres of tit resembling a pair of great cushions; larger than beang-bag chairs, yet not long enough to be a bed; yet. The mightily reinforced bikini began to fail; fabric unwinding, threads snapping. Which would erupt first? Would her lust crush her intellect? Would she leap screaming into the crowd of men, inhaling penises and posturing her soon-to-be naked ass for male penetration? Would her tits shatter the weakening bikini? Bursting out towards the cameras? So large were these teats, that it was impossible to see the quivering muscles of her tight belly, straining to support the mammoth udders each weighing as much as a 5th grader! Would her rosy nipples encircled by enlarging aurealos fail her first? Would jets of her breastmilk spew into the audience?

The crowd waited with baited breath......

"Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire, at your Desire....."

To be Concluded!!!