Faeophobia: Pregnancy Scare

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xxxecil
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"With my Naked Eye, I saw all...."

Fauna grinned from below; real dancing was preposterous with her gravid belly and copious boobs, but that didn't matter. She had still been able to cast the reversal spell on that Nancy bitch! It made sense to her now; The human had somehow gotten a hair or clothing sample, and now whenever she had sex, any pregnancy would be magically transported to the womb of someone she didn't like! Why had she done that to her own roommate? Maybe an accident. No matter, the reversal spell would flip it back on her! Any pregnancies would be transfered right back to their source!

**********

Nancy was...what? What was that rippling effect? The air around here, in front of her was rippling and wavering like heat waves! And wh-

Lightning. It was like a searing jolt of lightning firing through her cunt and boobs; she didn't understand why or how. She only knew that it energized her with a ravenous passion that defied all reason! The waves of pleasure that poured from every erogenous zone became almost painful in their frantic intensity. Her boobs jiggling, trembling heavily as she arched her back. The milk came in gouts as her world collapsed.

Sergei held the trembling girl befo- UNNGH! At that moment, a wave of rippling air fired outwards; spreading throughout the G-spot. Standing to his left was a strangely familiar, red-haired man with the most piercing, green eyes imaginable. Though Sergei had never seen the man, he was...that face...could it be...

"Dr. Sheamus?"

"Aye laddie. Ah'm disguised fer the evening." He looked like nothing more than an exceptionally muscular human. They had to shout to be heard over the music. "I multiplied your own multiplier spell with one o' me own!" As the leprechaun-incognito cackled devilishly, Sergei blinked in shock, as Nancy writhed in his arms. Already, her breasts were growing larger still; while they were by now only a little larger than fleshy, tanned soccerballs, the way they writhed suggested that the fertility magic was not yet done with her. She rubbed against him, and he felt the hot milk leaking forth from her enchanted tits as it stained her bras.

"Aaaannd it feeee-eeels aaaaalllllllrriiiiiiiight......"

"Zhen, zhen...all magic applied, every aphrodisiac in the club...all vill be increased!" Sergei exclaimed. Indeed, shouts of equal parts surprise and glee resounded throughout the G-spot; both on the floor, and on the floating, magical plane where yet more dancers gyrated. A host of bosoms, in dresses of every color of the rainbow began to quiver. In dozens of dresses, all over the room, tits already enhanced by sorcery shook and cavorted as though the fleshy orbs sought to escape their confines.

A host of manicured hands rose up to grasp at the trembling orbs of writhing boob steadily surging in both size and buoyancy. A red-head in a red rhinestone dress clutched at herself, her teats thrusted outwards like canteloupes climbing their way out of a pit, as her flesh struggled to traverse the bonds of relative decency. Men too, were affected. Gurgles of shock erupted as male crotches began to throb and quake with supernatural vigor. Men's eyes widened at the onset of a mighty, libidinous lechery more powerful than they had ever believed possible.

One dark-haired guy had apparently cast spells to make himself more handsome; the magic multiplied this attractiveness until he seemed to radiate seductive eroticism. A blond girl in a blue dress tore off her top, tears of joy streaming down her face as she leapt into his arms; smothering his face with her honey-dew melon-sized boobs as she frantically grasped at his crotch. Those few regulars, who had entered the club without magic were not affected; but many of the men decided to play along, grasping at any of a number of swelling bazookas exploding through bra and fabric alike.

It was an unwritten rule, learned only through practical experience. Whenever some magical mishap caused a woman's boobs to triple in size in a matter of seconds; the shocking waves of erotic bliss that bombarded her mind would make that woman receptive to any sexual advance. A woman's pleasure was multiplied in proportion to her breast increase; the problem was getting them back to a manageable size again. But there was no thought to practicality tonight. Whenever a woman burst out of her bra in front of guy, it was a free feel. He could do whatever he wanted, and she was bound to enjoy it.

**********

They would have to hurry; whenever there was a report of a public magical disturbance, the police inevitably showed up, and they would bring EMMT's to counter any lingering magic. These technicians were always equipped with a variety of powerful contraceptives and sexual suppresants. Once the authorities arrived, the party would be over. And so it was with all the more urgency that Nancy impaled herself on the agile cock of her Satyr boyfriend.

"D-DON'T.....HOLD BACK!....GIMME....ALL YOU GOT....YOUR COCK.....AS B-BIG..AS YOU CAN GET IT...DON'T S-SPARE ME!....PUSSY...NEEDS IT...NEEDS...ALL OF YOU!" she howled, grinding her naked hips against his groin. Having dragged down her silvery pants to expose the throbbing depths of her hungry, panty-less womanhood. Sergei believed her, and he released his powers within her fragrant folds. All the stories, all the myths of the obscenely potent sexual prowess of the satyr came true within Nancy's cunt. No, they were no longer myths. He unleashed all the restraints on the size and strength of his magical shaft of manmeat as their groins locked together as they were meant to be. All the while, the music continued, but the D.J. had been tackled by a naked elf thrusting herself upon his cock, so the song wouldn't be changing for awhile.

"Wearing Nothing is Divine..."

Nancy's mighty breasts swung free, the globes of aureole-capped flesh would soon challenge pumpkin-size, and her rich milk squirted in a multitude of directions with every meaty thrust from her horned (and horny) paramour.

"Naked is a State of Mind..."

"Am...am I....as good as...a Fae woman?" Nancy asked, speaking directly in Sergei's ear, panting with lust.

"You do not understand, Nancy....*SHLUNK* ." spoke Sergei, into her ear as he surged and thrust within her wet depths. "Fae women are lovely.....*SHLUNK* and ve could be satisfied vith them alone...but now...ve have a wonderful..*SHLLLULP* opportunity. Human women are not zhe same; to a male Fae, ..*SHLLIK* you are even more exotic. ..*SHLOOLK* Fae females are very much zhe same, perfect tits, perfect asses,..*SHLUNK* little waist-lines."

"Aaaannd it feeee-eeels aaaaalllllllrriiiiiiiight......"

"No two human women are thee same..*SLLLPL*. You cannot imagine zhe surprise, to find women zhat did not immediately...*SHLURP*. rip off their clothes at zhe sight of a cock! Human women are all a bit different, *SHLUNK*..there ees no end to zhe fascination for a male Fae. And eet is all thee more wonderful, when finally my cock is within zhe cunt of a human woman!"

"Aaaannd it feeee-eeels aaaaalllllllrriiiiiiiight......"

"Aye laddie, now share the wealth!" shouted the disguised Sheamus, appearing behind the rutting pair. With a fluid thrust, he buried his magical prick into Nancy's ass. "The lassies' got teats enough fer the both of us!" he explained, fondling her lower pair, and eliciting a sharp spray of warm nourishment from rosy nipples. The inevitable howl of orgiastic glee erupted from all three throats simultaneously.

**********

She had a lot of work to do, now that she understood. Nancy knew had wrong she had been, as she reclined in the hospital bed, in a skimpy gown. It was a simple mistake; she had clung to the old ways, the old ideas of feminist identity and achievement. But this wasn't the 20th century anymore, the old assumptions didn't apply. Nancy caressed her groin as she moaned.

She had been using magic the wrong way; trying to retain the ideals of the past. But that was wrong; the magic had a will of its own, and she understood why she should not deny it. Surrenduring to the fertility magic was gloriously pleasurable; and she was free from the petty concerns of most human women. Career? bah! That didn't matter in the long run. What mattered to Nancy now was the endless depths of ecstatic contentment she derived from becoming a vessel of fertility.

She was lulled to sleep by the humming of the breastpump, and she was glad that her milk output had increased. She smiled; her rosy-tipped breasts were now as large as the backpack she used to carry when she was a student at Madison University. Another wave of contentment flowed through her as she thought of the four infants she had just delivered. She would breed, and after she was done breeding, she would breed yet again. But there were problems; there was darkness amidst her pleasure.

In the bed next to her, a hugely-pregnant pixie girl cooed with pleasure. She had somehow smuggled a dildo into the hospital, unable to wait for the doctors to deliver her own infants; sired upon her by a human stud. They said something about inducing labor in the pixie. And Nancy knew the threat that she posed.

For too long, human women had been negligent; while fairy creatures squeezed out legions of young from their magical wombs, the human birthrate had barely tripled from the 20th century. Pathetic. But not Nancy; she would do her share. Her hazel eyes gazed out the window of her hospital room, knowing that she would soon fill the city with her young. She would bear as many young as she could; far more than humanly possible thanks to the fertility magic. She would do her part for humanity, or the new humanity. She only regretted that she had but one womb to give for her people.

Staying in this hospital wouldn't work; the doctors kept discussing ways to CORRECT her! The nerve! Trying to reverse the fertility spells burning in her breasts and cunt. She not only desired men, in her heart she needed cocks to impregnate her ad-infinitem. Sergei was as good as ever, of course. But she was afraid to depend on only one man for the cum she craved. But she was confident; she had always been a smart one, and now her intellect had found a new dedication. Her comes one of the doctors now, going over her chart.

The young, male doctor tensed; the girl Nancy Cooper caressed his crotch with the toes of her graceful foot; her hazel eyes smouldering with an insane urge to breed yet again.

The End?

Others may write Faeophobia tales, if they wish. But regardless, my next one will be a doozy.

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