Nymph - A Noblash Story

As she talked, she walked right up to him. Although she was much shorter than him, he felt diminished in her presence. Her proximity made his cock swell to almost full hardness. It started pushing out from his pants. Normally he would have turned away or tried to hide his bulge, but she basically pinned him against the fence with her giant breasts. They bulged up deliciously as she pressed against him. He could feel her large nipples pressing into him like fingers. She smelled wonderful..

"You do realize that you would have to leave with her. We do have distant family on the South Road, right on the border. You would have to live there, but she could never travel back with you. Alright, i'll be needing to check you to make sure the stone aint pretendin'. It's me 'Right' as mother."

None of this seemed to make sense to him. It was all coming at him too fast, and with her giant breasts pushed against him, he felt like he was in a daze. And with that, he felt her hand reach down inside of his trousers and she began to fondle his hard manhood.

His eyes went wide and he froze, not understanding what was going on. Why was Penelope's mom groping on him? What in the world was going on? She looked him straight in the eyes, and smiled almost seductively. Up close, he realized how attractive she was. Despite her age, she was still extremely beautiful. Combined with her assets, he realized that she was one of the most attractive women he had ever been around.

She pressed in closer causing her expansive cleavage to push up almost under her chin, and she slipped her hand around his girth and slid it the length of his cock only once, she lightly fondled the head squeezing some of the precum onto her fingers and then she reached down further to grope his balls.

He almost jumped out of his skin. He was horribly confused. But then a moment later, she pulled her hand out and took a step back still keeping total eye contact with him. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked on the fingers with the precum on them. Her eyes shut in brief consideration.

Andrin stood there like a deer, his mouth open in amazement. He still had no idea what in the HELL was going on.

"Hmm.. yes.. definitely red.. such a pity. Well, ye better be gettin' on to visit with her, lad.. poor Penelope, please be kind and let her down easy if you can't bring yourself to continue with her."

And once again, he was directed towards the field.

His mind was in a haze.. he kept trying to make sense out of the encounter with her mother, but he almost felt as though he was in a dream. Why had his parents never explained all of this? Everything he seemed to know was upside-down. He was so confused. And what was all that nonsense about getting groped by her mom and the talk green and red?

He made no pretense at trying to sneak up on her. She must have heard him coming, because she stopped singing before he found her sitting facing away from him on the stump. This time she was holding a parasol which completely blocked herself from his view.

"Hello Andrin," she said softly, in her sweet voice.

"Hello Penelope."

"Have you come to try to get a glimpse of my deformity again?"

Her sweet voice seemed to snap him out of his confusion and he smiled at her abruptness. "I have to admit, today has been very confusing," he stated with a grin.

"Why?" she said coyly, "whatever could you mean?" she giggled. And for a moment, the parasol dipped as though she thought about turning to face him.. but then it snapped back into place.

He paused, "First, I think you are playing a game with me.. " he grew serious, "I saw your face yesterday, Penelope, and .. and.. you're beautiful.." he said softly. "Why would you hide? Why would anyone want to hide you away? And why would your mom molest me and speak of the color of my rings? I seem to be missing something important here?"

"Oh".. she simply said, putting her hand to her face.. overcome by his confession. "You really don't understand, Andrin.. you truly are naive, I wonder why your parents have kept this from you?... But thank you for the compliment.. you don't know how nice it is to hear someone say that.. especially you.. but.. no.. I'm not playing any game. It is not my face that people find disturbing.. it's my.. well.. it's something else. And as for my mother.. If you can be patient, i'll explain all of that in due time."

"Something else.. hmm.. well, be that as it may, I really enjoyed talking to you yesterday and would like to continue talking to you, if you don't mind."

"Yes.. I would like that," she said timidly.

He sat down on a smaller stump at the edge of the clearing and continued their conversation. They shared and spoke of many things for what seemed like hours, carefully avoiding the subject of how she looked or any related subject. He learned a lot about her parents and where they met, exactly how big their property was, and her thoughts on school subjects. Finally when it was time for him to go, she carefully lowered the parasol and peeked over the edge.

His breath caught as her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled at him from above the material. She looked like an angel. She was a vision of loveliness. He felt himself become dramatically aroused at the bare glimpse of her face.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked.

"Of course," he said, as he rose to leave.

"Andrin."

"Yes, Penelope?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you pretending.. pretending to like me?" she asked softly.

"I'm not pretending."

"But.. is something wrong with you, then?" she asked.

He chuckled.. "i'm not sure.. "

"Are you.. did you..when you met my mother today.. didn't you find her attractive?"

"Yes.. I'm afraid I did.."

She slowly stood up, still holding the parasol in front of her like a shield. "You know that I'll never be like her.. I'll always be ugly.. and you're ok with that?"

His pulse raced. "Penelope, there is something inside of me, a driving need.. a craving for a woman with .. assets.. like your mother. But until today, I never realized that our entire culture was based upon it." He breathed. "Actually, I have a lot of questions, and for now, you are the only person I know who can answer them.. but that isn't why I'm here.. I can't get you out of my head. I can't stop thinking about you."

"I've been a hypocrite," she whispered softly.. a longing look on her face, "here I am worrying about what you think of me and the whole time I've already judged you unfairly because you're a red."

"A red? What does that mean?" he asked.

She almost sputtered.. "what.. wha.. wait a second.. you really don't know ANY of it?" her eyes were incredulous.

He shrugged.

"How is it possible? Andrin.. the ring on your hand is linked to the ring on your manhood."

"Yeah.. so..."

She rolled her eyes, "so.. the color indicates your.. your.. size.." she almost whispered.

"What!?", he flushed, jerking his hand behind his back. "What do you mean? How? ... Why?"

"Well, not only your size, but your prowess, as well," she explained. "I just can't believe that you don't know..."

"Wait," he interrupted, "explain... what do the colors mean.. what does red mean?"

"Andrin," she said, "red is the lowest.. but not the smallest.. the men from outside of Noblash do not wear the rings at all and are said to be much smaller than you. They are banned from our country. But in our society, the colors are defined by the rainbow, from red to violet, with the intensity of the glow displaying the level of pleasure that the man can generate in himself and his mate."

"Wait.. so.. I'm the smallest and lowest of our society?"

"Well.. no. There's one person who's definitely lower than you."

"Who's that? My da?" he guessed.

"No, Andrin.. ... me," she said softly and ashamedly.

"What?! How are you lower than me? I've never seen women wear any kind of color or ring. How are girls judged?" he exclaimed.. but in a flash.. he knew the answer before she said it.

He stared at the place concealed by her parasol.. her breasts, her figure..

She saw him look and she nodded slowly and sadly in confirmation of his thoughts.

"So..that's what this is all about? You're not as developed as other women? And because I'm red, nobody thinks I'm worth anything? 'Poor Andrin, Poor Penelope.. there both worthless, so let's put them together?'", he grimaced.

With that one statement, she let the parasol drop away to the ground and there she stood. Her long flowing blonde hair was plaited all the way down to her calves. She had the most beautiful face he had ever seen, but it was perched upon an extremely thin, flat chested, undeveloped body, wearing a small sun dress. Even as an adult, it simply looked like she had never gone through puberty. She looked at him with an expression that bordered on shame and hope mixed together..

If not for her sylphine figure, she would have been perfect.

As he stood there frozen, staring at her, it all made sense.. it all suddenly clicked. And then his genetic predispositions and hormones kicked into high gear, instantly blocking him.

Something deep inside of him, something "bred" into his very being forced him to associate true beauty with buxomness and curviness. He could not deny it. This was the idea he had been missing. And now it made sense to him why his parents had hidden it from him. They "knew" that he would have to meet Penelope with an open mind.. they wanted him to not judge her in advance. But her lack-of-figure was impossible to ignore.

He stared as hard as he could.. willing himself to become sexually attracted to her. He hoped that he would be able to suppress his inner urges and be able to "see" through her deficiency and be attracted to the wonderful person underneath. The beautiful face and hair and eyes.

But he couldn't... and he was instantly ashamed. As he looked at her thin figure, he realized that as beautiful as she was, as wonderful as her personality was.. that he didn't.. couldn't... feel sexually towards her.. there was no attraction. No physical attraction.

Yes, he could "try" to learn to be attracted to her, but it would be a lie.. he would always hope for something he couldn't have, the world around them would be a constant reminder.. and it would rip them apart.

And she saw it in his eyes... and immediately she knew.. he was too weak..

Tears burst from her beautiful eyes and she turned and fled into the cornfield, sobbing in despair.

"Penelope," he called out, "no, wait.. wait!" But he had nothing to say. And she didn't turn back.

He stood there for a moment. Pissed at himself, angry at his parents. Angry at this world.

"Shit!" he spat as he walked over and kicked the stump she had been sitting on.

"Damn it!" Well, I screwed that one up! he thought. What the hell is wrong with me?

But he knew. He knew now that it was the way of the world and it explained everything. The busty girls at the fair, his mom, the old ladies in the village.. the fact that there wasn't a single woman that he had ever met that wasn't blessed up on top.. more than that.. who wasn't curvy all over, come to think of it. And what was worse was that he was extremely attracted to the idea of it. He was a product of it. He longed for it, needed it.

Just one question remained.. why? Why was everyone bred this way?

He stomped out of the cornfield and towards the gate. As he came down the path, he could see Penelope's mom standing in the yard, staring at him shaking her head in disapproval. She knew. Even despite the way she looked at him, he couldn't help but feel an incredible attraction to her insanely curvy figure. From the side, he could behind the apron that had blocked his view before. Her waist was extremely small and her curvy rear sloped out behind her only adding to her allure. Ohhh.. God! he thought, getting turned on even more. Finally, he understood why they felt that Penelope was deformed and ugly. He couldn't help but be attracted to these extreme proportions. His mind was reeling from the intensity of it. It was as if his mind had been opened to a whole new world of sexuality.

He practically rushed out of the gate - and in a last second decision, he turned right towards the forest instead of left towards home.

I've done something wrong that I need to fix, he thought to himself. It wasn't right the way he had handled himself around Penelope. And it wasn't right the way that others treated her.

He had to do something, anything. And despite the warnings from the old man, he was hoping that wishes could come true.

He knew that the nymph had some sort of special powers.. he could feel himself reacting to the dust.. he could swear he was changing, getting bigger and the nymph was obviously able to change. Perhaps he could somehow convince the nymph to share her powers with Penelope.

It was dusk as he headed straight for the hollow, but immediately realized something was different. The flower had changed color from pink to red. He hoped that everything was fine and that his little nymph wasn't sick or worse... He looked up into the sky and there it was.. the full moon shining down on the chrysalis.

As he approached the petals opened and he realized that her hair had also picked up strands of red as well. Something was different about her. Her eyes had a different cast to them. No longer did she seem as innocent as before.

She approached him slowly and she paused to smile glowingly up at him. She reached down and cupped her swollen breasts.

"You came! Look, they are growing so big, Master, just like you wanted," she said softly as she squeezed her olive-skinned bosom, "please make them even bigger." They did seem larger than the two days before.

"I need to feel your seed working within me, making me more beautiful," she beautifully smiled. "All I want is to pleasure you, my love.. to become the desire of your heart. I know the desires you have for my body," she spoke as though he was the only thing in the world.

"Please.. please.. enter me. Plunge your large manhood into my depths.. fill me with your seed.. I.. I.. need it.. I must have all of you," her plump glossy lips quivered with longing and emotion.

Her breasts heaved with their weight. He was immediately intoxicated by her body and her sexuality. This was all new.. She had never mentioned actual sex before.. Up until now, everything had been oral.. - But he ripped his eyes away from her figure and decided to ask her his question.

"I need to know something, can you make changes in others?", he asked.

"Of course, Master, I can make changes in you.. Is that what you desire?" she said as she reached forward and started undoing his pants.

"Well.. partially... yes, but.. Wait.. what kind of changes? Can you change my.. my.. m m manhood size? Can you change the figure of another person you haven't met?"

For a flicker of a second, her knowing eyes grew irritated at the mention of another, but they quickly softened and became alluring again. "don't worry, everything will be fine", she smiled, "let me show you what to do.."

She deftly removed his trousers again. He was secretly excited by her changes.. she was becoming more real, more seemingly human, instead of just some sort of brainless sex doll. But his motives had changed. Beneath it all, he couldn't stop thinking of Penelope. Somehow, he would figure out a way to use this nymph to help Penelope. If it could change him, then why not Penelope? And in his heart, he knew he loved Penelope.. and now all of this activity with the nymph seemed somehow wrong.

With both of her hands holding his erect manhood she said, "lie down, my beloved." He easily complied, sitting down on the soft grass and then lying back in anticipation. She followed him down, placing her cute face close to his and straddling his strong chest. She smelled of flowers and sweetness, he felt intoxicated by her aroma. Her soft lips gently pressed against his as they began an erotic wet kiss where her soft tongue moved in and out of his mouth filling him with her blissful taste. He felt even more light headed than before, but then a surge of lust rushed through his body and gathered into his already pulsating manhood. There was glittery spell dust all over his face.

He moaned with pleasure... shaking with the desire to penetrate her juicy body. Sensing his need, she slid herself back until the head of his rod was pressing hard against her tiny hairless opening.

"We're almost there.. "she moaned, "any minute and you'll be mine to feed from!"

Without hesitation, she pushed hard, sliding his pole into her hot, wet depths. She gasped as he entered her.

He almost came at the first thrust from the tightness, but he focused his mind and tried to make himself last a little longer. He couldn't help but stare at her amazing small figure in the pale moonlight. Wet sparkling glitter-like wetness covered his crotch as she began to pump her wide hips over and over onto him. He grabbed onto her pelvis to join her in the rapid grind of her thighs. Her sexy flowing legs gripped each side of his body. Her waist had remained the same extremely small circumference - in contrast to her slightly larger breasts which bounced with her increased motion; swirls of color danced across her skin and circled around her erect nipples.

He couldn't hold himself much longer and felt himself getting ready to cum inside of her.

"Ohh.. did you like this Master?," she said, grinding herself on his pole. "Do you like my huge breasts?" she asked shaking her bosom back and forth.

"Uh," was all he could say as he stared at the magnificent breast flesh swaying before him. He couldn't help himself, he reached up and felt each soft pliable mammary, and then squeezed them tightly and began to play with them, tweaking her engorged nipples as he fondled them.

She giggled in glee, pressing herself forward into his groping hands.. doing everything she could to present herself as a gift to him. He was on the verge of orgasm. His body surged with the need for release.

"Oh.. yes!! Now I have you.." she moaned.. and her eyes gleamed with a burning light, a glowing ripple passed through her figure and she began to glow red. Her hair turned burgundy, with iridescent light. No longer was her face cute and innocent.. but she had somehow become overripe.. slutty and vixenish... she licked her red bee-stung lips. His mind was too overcome with lust for him to realize the consequences of the change; instead he watched as her breasts began to glow again with a red light.

His fingers were snugly wrapped around her bountiful orbs and to his enjoyment, he felt them growing slightly in his hands.

He felt them push out against his fingers as the cleavage line where they touched together grew longer and deeper. She moaned and shook with pleasure, her nipples also expanded and small beads of the glitter-like nectar formed around the tips. He couldn't help himself, he leaned in to suckle the growing breasts, drawing the sweet nectar into his mouth.

They expanded far beyond the capacity of his hands, the slightly red skin pressing together and outward from her tiny torso. They remained soft and pliable, exactly like he had imagined in his fantasies. The nectar was sweet and spicy, it ran down his throat and brought a bright heat into his mind. He felt his lust rise again inside of him yet he was able to hold back his orgasm like never before and he easily flipped the faerie onto her back so that he could further enjoy her massive boobs while he prepared to enter her yet again.

She squealed as he manhandled her impossibly voluptuous figure.

"Yes!! More! Give it to me.. give it all to me!" she laughed from below him - spreading her legs wide and planting her tiny feet so as to tilt her pelvis towards his crotch, "force your enormous shaft into me! Fill me with your hot seed!"