Faeophobia
by XXXecil
Shrinking Violet


She was still beautiful, she knew. Violet had a sleek, tall figure; expansive,
voluptuous hips capped by her firmly muscled ass. The hairdryer evaporated the
water from dark bronze hair, freshly washed and styled.

"...And in other news, Customers at a McDonalds in Tallahassee were treated to
a visual as well as culinary feast today." intoned the smoothly professional
voice of the radio info-babe. "One of the cashiers had imbibed an unregulated
breast growth potion, without understanding the parameters of the spell." A
sad sigh escaped Violet's pert lips. She combed her hair and prepared her
usual regimen of softeners and conditioners that were standard after she
showered. The info-babe continued:

"Eyewitnesses remarked that her breasts expanded until they were 'bigger than
Beach-balls' as one witness remarked. Paramedics had to struggle a bit fitting
her through the door. She said that she did it because she had a crush on her
manager, and wanted him to notice her. Which he most certainly did." Stories
like that were not too unusual these days.

Violet took a deep breath, and thought positive; she was still a babe! And she
knew it! Her skin, moist from her shower, was healthily tanned from her active
lifestyle. She had a good body; her figure had always made other girls seeth
with envy. She possessed high-cheek bones that shaped a face just exotic
enough to be alluringly erotic, yet not so unusual as to be intimidating.
Violet always thought of herself as a classical, elegant beauty.

Her deep, purple eyes gazed at her seductive reflection in the dorm room
mirror. She couldn't account for them; her eyes for some reason had changed
color after her 'accident'. If only she had been satisfied with what nature
had given her during those turbulent, high school years.

"No Violet, you've got to think positive!" she reprimanded herself. "I am not
a victim! I am in control of my life!" She practically shouted in the mirror,
it was a good motivational tactic, according to the self-help books she was
always reading. But it was almost time for class; so Violet turned to get
dressed in something more substantial than a white towel.

"I....will take....charge!" grunted violet as she took those first steps.
Damn! She forgot to close her window! Here at Madison University, most of the
dorms were in close-together tower buildings; anyone from across the way had a
good chance of seeing into her room! Had anyone done so, their jaw would have
dropped to the floor. That girl from McDonalds wasn't alone; there were a
growing number of women suffering similar magical mishaps. Ever since the
Celestial Conjunction in the earlier 21st century that made magic on Earth
possible again, many women saw magic as a short-cut to get the figures nature
denied them. And violet was no exception.

Calling her boobs gargantuan was a gross understatement; If Violet's tits had
been watermelons, the farmer that raised them would have won the County Fair
Blue Ribbon. She was burdened with swaying mammaries beyond all reason or
sanity. They warned her, though. The doctors said that magic was strong in her
family, (they think they've found a 'magic' gene) and that she should be
careful casting spells on herself. But she didn't listen, of course.

It was the same old, same old, type of story that had been going on for years.
Girl likes Boy, Boy likes Girl, Boy meets second girl with magically-enhanced
tits, Girl looses Boy, Girl gets insanely jealous, Girl steals illegal
breast-growth potion, Girl ends up with Beachball boobs.

For years, the FDA had been warning the public about the dangers of cosmetic
magic; if you combine two spells at the same time, the result is synergy;
magic goes wild and becomes uncontrollable! Violet had forgotten about the
spell she had used the same day to tint her hair, and the rest is history. But
she'd been lucky; she had gone to the best cosmetic magicians her family could
afford, and they were able to help her considerably, but not enough. She tried
surgery, herbs, even more magic, but there was nothing more to be done; Using
magic to reverse magic many times made the situation worse! And since her
breast-growth was magical, surgery wouldn't help; her tits would simply
regenerate.Violet would be stuck with colossal boobs somewhat larger than most
beachballs for the forseeable future. (maybe her entire life?!)

Luckily, suitable customized bras were easier to find these days; but Violet
hated the monstrosity that she had to wear. She had always been pleasantly
surprised at the natural buoyancy of the jiggling mountains sprouting from her
chest; they sagged far less than what one would suspect, but nonetheless,
support was necessary. Without the industrial-strength seat-belt strap bra,
the bouncy inertia of her Girls would cause them to sway and leap
uncontrollably from their own busty weight, shattering and clobbering adjacent
objects. Furthermore, the bra had a set of counter- weights that balanced out
her top-heavy torso. Victoria's Secret thought of everything.

Now, after months of therapy, magical and physical,Violet could walk, even
jog! Most women in her position would retire from public life, they would
cloister themselves away from the giggling mobs and rarely appear outside;
finding careers they could do from indoors, or just becoming homemakers. But
even that was surprisingly difficult; Violet found that many men were
reluctant to approach her! They just weren't sure how to talk to a woman with
breasts large enough for a midget to sleep in with room to spare. Most women
thought that a man who would date a girl with 'T.V. tits' was some sick,
breast-freak that was only interested in women's bodies. What mature man would
even think of dating a woman who's boobs could smother a polar bear? They
stared. And stared. And stared. But Violet rejected those few that were
desperate enough to fumble out the beginnings of a come-on line.

There! Her monster tits were almost strapped in-

*KLUNK* Whoops, there goes her alarm-clock radio; a wall of renegade titflesh
had jiggled wildly, insanely wobbling as she struggled to contain her fleshy
femininity, knocking her radio to the floor. Violet was a hazard around
delicate objects, her Girls almost never stopped jiggling! But none of that
mattered. It didn't matter if the boys thought she was some kind of
sex-monster. Let them ogle her in lustful shock. So what if the girls giggled
both behind and in front of her. She didn't care anymore.

"I....am not...*GRUNT*...A victim!" she proclaimed as she struggled with her
tank-top. She was through hiding in abject shame from her out- sized bosoms.
No more shrinking Violet! She was smart enough, healthy enough, and determined
enough to suceed! Nothing would get in her way! Neither glass-ceilings nor
forty-pound breasts would slow her down! She had gotten her G.E.D. (she
dropped out in shame after her potion accident), and enrolled in Madison
University with a Pre-med Major. She had spent months exercising her legs and
back, trying to get a job to 'support' herself. (no pun intended) She was
ready, and no spell would stop her!

**********

Maybe it was her imagination, but it appeared to Violet that she was once
again the strangest thing on campus; which did surprise her. Ever since the
Celestial Conjunction that made magic possible; the legendary Fairy races from
ancient times had returned to the Earth, seeking refuge, U.S. citizenship, and
men to revitalize their weakening bloodlines. Pixies, Nymphs of all sorts,
made their way to classes. Humans and Fairy creatures of all descriptions
walked and flitted freely across campus.

You could tell the Fae folk when you saw them; even those that had the same
anatomy as humans. They were overwhelmingly female; (the lack of men was one
of the main reasons why they sought refuge on Earth) Even those that did not
have wings or pointed ears were clearly inhuman. Most of them were female, but
Violet didn't really think of them as women. They were too perfect; their legs
were too long and svelte, their asses were too gorgeous; always that perfect
heart-shape. Of course, all of them had flawless skin, and their hair never
seemed to get frazzled. They were hyper- sexed charicatures of woman-hood,
their impossibly willowy waist-lines and pneumatic boobs ensured that they
were rarely mistaken for real women. To Violet, they seemed more like cartoons
than people. It was as if some horny teenage boy, drowing in his own repressed
hormones, had been given license to design a race of people.

Yet, they stared at her! Maybe it made sense; she seemed to be human, yet her
tits were even larger than the bustiest of the Fae! (They had an easier time
correcting back-firing spells) Conversations stopped, men on bicycles slammed
painfully into walls, and necks were stretched like rubber. Let them look! So
what! Violet was through being ashamed. The Fae were the real freaks, not her.

Of course, she had to admit she was jealous. Any woman that denied being
jealous of the Fae was a liar. Back in high-school, Violet had been the
numero-uno babe; the one who could get any boy she wanted, and she relished
it. But of course, paradise was shattered when that slutty, elven cheerleader
transferred to her district and set her sights on Violet's boyfriend. Just one
glance from those deep, soulful, golden eyes; just one buoyant jiggle from her
creamy, G-cup tits, and Violet's trophy boyfriend was stolen. How could any
red-blooded male resist? And for that matter, how did that slut manage to do
so much leaping with boobs that big? Well, ancient history now.

Well, she had them beat now; very few Fae allowed their breasts to approach
Violet's current size. Too bad the decent guys were so unsure of themselves.
Like that one, in front of the building where Violet's first class was. The
boy's arousal was etched upon his gaping, freckled face, his tongue would have
hit the ground had it been long enough. He was probably from some rural,
podunk town, where magic is still just a distant rumor. She was getting tired
of this. Narrowing her eyes, Violet strode up to the sandy-haired guy.

"I'm a 36 double-K, since you're obviously wondering! Do you have a problem
with that?" she growled fiercely. She had stopped walking, but her silky
mountains vibrated furiously, bobbing globes of pure tit boiling up from the
open neck of the over-taxed, custom-made tank-top.

"G-gu-n-n-I ah...."

"Here, take a closer look!" Violet stepped forward, pinning the boy's face
between her acres of cleavage, pushing him against the wall, muffling his
confused mutterings.

"Satisfied, dick-head? Now, why don't you go jack-off in the bathroom and
leave me the hell alone!" thundered the towering tit goddess. And all those
now giggling over the encounter had no doubt the freshmen would do just that.

**********

"You are a veery fiery woman, I was most impressed." Said the Satyr that was
following her after class. Today had been a royal pain in the ass, (or tit)
and this bozo wasn't helping any.

"I'm glad I amused you, now buzz-off." snarled Violet, trying not to sound as
irritated as she was. Now this guy was a rarity; male Fae were a dying breed,
and Violet rather wished he was in a nature preserve rather than trying to hit
on her. Most of the legends about the Satyrs were accurate. Except that this
guy didn't seem to have goat's legs exactly. His legs seemed human beneath his
blue jeans, but with thick hooves for feet. Rumor had it that Satyrs were
irrepressible shape-shifters. But he did have the stereotypical goatee, thick
facial hair, and little horns. Otherwise he was quite handsome.

"Perhaps vee could study together, I belieeve there is much vee could help
each other weeth." proposed the Satyr in his thick, exotic accent.

"You don't fool me, goat-boy. You're just some immature boob-freak that thinks
I'm desperate for whatever I can get! You can go jack-off in the stall next to
the first guy!" And Violet stormed away angrily; struggling to keep her
balance against the swaying careen of the mightiest tits on campus.

Maybe she was being unfair; if the guys were afraid of her, that meant they
were cowards, if they approached her, they must be sickos. She had to give
them a chance, at least. Although Violet wasn't that worried about the Satyr;
his kind had a well-known reputation, and it wasn't for chastity. Pretty
crappy day for the most part; even the professors couldn't stop staring at her
boobs. She wondered how long it would be before they got used to her?

**********

*CLICK* She unlocked the door to her room, but as usual, Violet slid in
backwards; usually safer that way. Even before she got a good look, she could
hear stirring and rustling. Must be the room-mate they saddled her with. Well,
let's get the pointing and the staring over with.

"Greetings," said a musical, feminine voice. "You must be Violet, I am to be
your roo-oomaaa...."

"Alright!" proclaimed Violet. "Let's get this over with." She swung around to
face the girl; and sighed. They had given her a Fae for a roomie. The girl had
a flawless complexion, skin with a clean, pure color, yet not so pale as to
seem sickly. She had shimmering, platinum blond hair, that seemed to be
flowing down past her back. Her eyes were unusually wide, like silvery pools
of moist compassion. Although, her nose did seem a little long, for some
reason. And strangely, a patch of skin on her forehead was colored in the
shape of some sort of golden starburst. How odd, she wasn't an elf, probably
not a nymph either.

But of course, she had the same ridiculously voluptuous figure that Violet had
come to expect. Wide, birthing hips, impossibly willowy waist, and while
Violet couldn't see her ass, she was sure that it formed a perfect,
symmetrical cushion worthy of a rapper's girlfriend. Her lips were too full,
too rosy, like a smooshed strawberry as they stammered in innocent chagrin.
Her eyes and the brows above them were delicately upswept as though her facial
features had been painted onto her skull with a calligraphy brush. The fact
that her beauty was impossible to deny only made Violet all the more agitated.

But what exactly was she? Violet wasn't sure precisely. Why was her hair so
long? Why was she wearing those strange, golden slippers? Well, Violet would
have a semester at least to figure it out. Violet reached and unfastened the
latch on her bra. She then began pulling up her tank-top.

"Wh-what are....are..?" the Fairy girl stammered.

"I've seen this before," began Violet. "You're gonna stare at me all day, ask
yourself a bunch of stupid questions about my tits, and never give me a
moment's peace." Her bra loosened, she pulled off her top, and prepared for
the wobbling that could throw her off her feet if unready.

"Let's get this behind us right now. Get used to these tits, They're here to
stay. I know that you're going to be sneaking glances, and probably try to
touch them when you think I'm asleep." Violet had to stand ram-rod straight
for a few seconds, as her wobbling mounds gyrated luridly for several moments.

"I didn't mean....It's not that-"

"Yes, it is that. Let's get this curiosity out of your system now." Violet
began slowly stepping forward, not wanting to move too quickly with her
swaying udders. "Go ahead. Go on and grab my boobs. Fondle them, squeeze them,
whatever you want. I know you'll want to, so let's just get it over with right
now; so you can leave me alone later." The mammaries in question still bounced
slightly; buoyant globes of incredible proportion, their ripe voluptuousness
beckoned with the primal attraction of a siren song.

"I-I did not say that I-"

"SUCK MY TITS, YOU FAIRY SLUT!" Demanded the tanned goddess; buxom globes
inches from the girl's face. A soft hand squeezed the right boob. A soft sigh
escaped the Fae's lips as she marveled at the silken pliability of the bulging
bosoms. Their size would have put the grandest Halloween Jack-O-Lantern to
shame, yet they yielded to the touch with a tenderness somewhere between a
pillow and a water-bed. More fingers joined the first, and soon,
shot-glass-sized nipples were moistened with a delicate tongue. Violet
couldn't help but smile; Her chest was an incredible burden, but she had the
Fae beaten in this area. Roomie's breasts were lovely and perfect of course,
but they were only a little larger than bowling balls to be honest; she seemed
almost immature compared to Violet's mountains of titflesh.

Oh....oh my...Violet had almost forgotten how sensitive her Girls were! She
sucked in a sharp gasp and slipped backwards onto the bed; as foreign hands,
tongue, and lips all became buried within a chasm of cleavage. The Fae girl
was clearly fascinated; she seemed to be loosing herself in the busomy
grandeur of these feminine spheres. They were worlds away from the false,
silicone tits of 20th-century strippers; as superior to them as a calculator
is to an abacus.

Violet was assaulted with waves of passion! She had not permitted herself this
sort of sensual pleasure in years...in fact...come to think of it...she hadn't
had sex ever since she first expanded! A mischievious thrill coursed through
Violet as she noticed the Fae girl removing her floral-pattern shirt. Why
didn't these Fairy folk ever wear bras? No matter.

Violet normally didn't like other women, but this cartoonish slut was getting
her all hot and bothered. Soon, amidst an ever-increasing wave of rubbing,
fondling, squeezing, and slurping of T.V.-sized tits, The aroused human
noticed that her pants and panties had been removed, revealing her moistening
snatch to the lusty ministrations of her supernatural roommate. *SLAP*

The bitch just gave Violet's boobs a side-ways slap, watching them jiggle in
wonder. The wobbly mounds quaked and careened in semi-circles all over the
human's chest, their own fleshy inertia animating them with a dynamic sway
above and beyond lesser tits. *GRUNT* The sheets beneath them were moistening
with Violet's flowing fluids; as her hungering pussy drooled with fiery
arousal. She felt a soft brush against these tender folds; the slut had
removed her own pants now, leaving both of them slurping and fondling each
other with wanton abandon; writhing animalistically upon the Fae's bed.

But wait....what the...Even through the intoxicating coital haze, Violet
instantly noticed something amiss; She had thought that this Fairy girl had
long, platinum-blond hair descending past her pants line...but no! The hair on
her head was little more than shoulder length, but there...right above the
girl's naked ass, was a soft plume of blond hair, almost like a braid or a-

"Tail?..*UNNGH*" Violet's attempts to ponder this oddity were interrupted as a
hand switched from breast, to moist pussy, fingering her dripping folds as
though in preparation. But her breasts were not neglected, the irrepressible
Fairy began to growl savagely, and delivered a fierce love-bite with her teeth
against the velvety nubs crowning the best boobs on campus.

"BIIIIITCH!!!" Shouted Violet, as she wrapped her legs around the pelvis of
her lover, pulling her nude figure in closer. But as she continued her teasing
torment of the mammoth mounds, again Violet noticed something odd; Her own
feet were bare, as she raised them over the body of her lusty partner, but the
Fae's feet were still wearing those strange, golden slippers...wait....huh?
They...they were cloven through the middle!? what the...They were hooves! This
girl had golden hooves instead of toes! They were shaped like the feet of a
woman wearing slippers, but up close it was clear that they were bony! They
were hooves like a...like a... She needed some answers.

*SHLURPLE* "Wh-whoa there g-girl..." moaned Violet as agile tongue and deft
fingers caressed tit and pussy respectively. *SMACK* wet lips slurped loudly
in the small room. "Wh-What exactly are you supposed to be, anyway?" she
asked. It took the Fae a few seconds to answer, since at the time she appeared
to be attempting to suck Violet's entire left tit into her churning mouth,
saucer-sized aureoles dripping with her saliva.

:*MMPH* *SHHLLUUUUURRPLE* M-my name....my name is Corona, Unicorn from the
Elysian Fields." she replied, finally moving away from the bobbing tit-towers
and granting further attention to the throbbing cunt drooling by her own
thighs. Unicorn? That was unusual. They were almost as rare as male Fae.

"*SLLLISSSLP* M-my kind h-has a natural ability...to ass...ass...assume a
humanoid shape...*NNNGH*! Love your tits!" Interesting; most Unicorns got jobs
as park rangers, or nature guides, not that many in higher education; they
were apparently quite shy.

"*SLURP* Prefer...humanoid form....more sex this way....Y-you can call me
Cori," replied the unicorn, right before her tongue plunged deeply into the
sopping cunt before her, impeding further conversation. Violet quivered and
gurgled with pleasure. Her breasts were practically leaping from the
vibrations, Cori's grasping hands had to struggle to contain them.

With a resounding pop, the Unicorn girl removed her tongue from the throbbing
womanhood before her, and gazed into those slippery depths with a look of
determination.

"K-keep going, Bitch! Or I'll send you...to the glue factory!" chided Violet,
gasping as a sheen of sweat covered her tanned skin. Taking no notice of the
jibe, Cori closed her eyes, and a small, soft glow was seen upon the gold
starburst shape on her forehead. Yes...it was swelling...there was a small
protrusion...growing...lengthening...twisting... A Horn! She was growing a
horn! Sure enough, in seconds a golden, conical, spiral horn about 10- inches
long had emerged from Cori's forehead.

"Oh no...no you're not...there's no wayy-ay-yay-YAAAAAH!"

Yes. She did.

It was too late, the golden horn slid easily into the open pussy before it.
The walls echoed with the sound of Violet's beastial howling. But...but....it
was incredible! The horn...it was sharp and pointed, but instead of injury,
waves of painful pleasure washed over the enraptured human.

It sort of made sense; according to ancient legend, the horn of the Unicorn
had miraculous healing magic. But Cori had found another use for it. Even as
the point tore into the tenderest of tender flesh within her,Violet could feel
the magic healing her at the same time! Piercing, healing, tearing, and
regenerating just as fast! She pulled back, and rammed her forehead into the
moist chasm like a lusty piston. And the orgasms that resulted, at long last,
were too much to bear.

"*SCHLUCK*Too...too late to complain human..." growled the Unicorn.
*SCHLUCK*"This...is what you get! What did...you think was...was going to
happen...*SCHLUCK* when you barged in here, *SCHLUCK* waving your...giant,
naked tits...in my*SCHLUCK* face like that! Y-Your own fault!*SCHLUCK*"

"I-Ive no one to blame....but myself..." moaned Violet.

Gurgling with insane lust, Violet's legs encircled the thrusting unicorn girl,
unable to resist. Unable to think, unable to feel anything but the conflicting
sensations that sent her mind into meltdown. She could hear howls from Cori's
own lips; perhaps the Horn was an erogenous zone for Unicorns. It truly was
remarkable; with a smooth layer of downy hairs, giving it a velvety, felt
texture as it reamed her. The shimmering blond tail above the girl's
bubble-ass whipped and thrashed as she too climaxed amidst screams more animal
than human.

"S-so...wh-what's your m-major? Pussy-licking?"

"Actually.....it's....Veterinary Medicine..."

"Oh, that's....logical." And Violet passed out, at long last.

**********

She was gigantic; a goddess. She strode proudly over the land; exulting in her
brazen nudity. Of course, it was a dream, but an interesting one. Violet could
sometimes realize in the midst of a dream that she was in fact dreaming; but
this...this might be better than reality!

She had to be almost 100-feet tall, totally naked...boobs were the same
ridiculous proportion as before. She felt a great pressure, both within
breasts that now seemed to be the size of semi-trucks, and within her moist
pussy.

The land itself was dry; a barren and lifeless dreamscape of parched earth
without so much as a rattlesnake to break the silence. The land...it was
waiting...hungering...for...for her! Yes...

And her breasts quivered, fire-hydrant-sized nipples shook and puckered...With
a resounding grunt that echoed throughout the dreamscape, the torrent began.
Great, ivory gouts of splashing milk exploded from Violet's titanic tits.
Dozens...hundreds of gallons blasted forth from hardening nipples. The
exhiliration was heavenly.

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And as the sheets of rich milk flowed across the plain, in the blink of an
eye, vegetation appeared. Palm fronds and lush grasses bloomed in less than a
second, jungles of prodigious vegetation blanketing the land wherever the
ivory nourishment landed. But....her pussy..Soon, in seconds, her belly
swelled until she was mountainously pregnant.Violet reached a giant hand to
caress her moist folds...She had to reach around the massive dome of a
colossal womb that could have held the University water tower.
Pressure...building pressure within her womanly depths...and not from the
hordes of infants she could feel kicking within her...

"Ahhhh..." with a throaty moan, she felt release. A sluice of...of cum slipped
out of her throbbing snatch. Followed by another. Gallons of pearly, male cum
were spewing from her lower lips, splattering upon the rapidly greening
ground. Animals appeared. Birds, buffallo, rodents of all types, all sprouted
up miraculously from where the cum-drops pummeled the ground. She was the
Goddess of Fertility, the lifeblood of her dream-world. The torrential
downpour of her fecund fluids was kindling a verdant paradise.

And she saw it...A glistening, golden tower, with a spiraling, conical horn.
Without thinking, she strode over towards it, animals scurrying away from her
gigantic tread, even as her body continued to engender new life. She raised
her wobbling, pregnant form over the point, and plunged herself upon it. The
land shook with the force of her yell, and she announced to the dream-world:

"I must be one sick bitch!" What a whacked-out dream. Probably time for her to
wake up.

**********

Had...had to escape. That dream was really the only respite she'd had. She
awoke throughout the afternoon to find Cori slurping and suckling her tits
with a fanatical fervor; the unicorn girl was insatiable! She had clearly
created a monster. The look in her silvery eyes remined Violet of the look
reflected in the eyes of a prowling lion on the Nature channel.

Violet tried to resist; but her tits had become more sensitive than she ever
believed possible; a bit of fondling, a bit of licking, and a love- bite upon
a nipple, and the busty human collapsed with orgiastic delight. And then, the
supernatural slut would grow that golden horn, and impale it in Violet's
moistening pussy; leaving it there. Her flesh was pierced, and healed at the
same time, the sensations becoming so intense that her over- taxed nervous
system seemed to shut down, causing her to faint with pleasure yet again.

By the time she slipped away from the unconscious Fae, both of them covered in
girl-cum, her Midget-sized boobs were covered in a mixture of saliva and yet
more womanly juices; leaving her to wonder in shock at what the Unicorn was
doing to her while unconscious. She was so tender! she could see the outlines
of teeth-marks upon her wobbly titflesh, and her nipples stung from the
constant nibbling. Even jogging through the park with 40-pound breasts didn't
exhaust so much as she was now! Well, she had brought this on herself.

But now, a nymphomanic lesbian roommate were the least of her troubles.
She...she could feel the quivering. Violet had hastily donned a bathrobe and
squeezed her bosomy bulk into a stall in the ladies' room, fear and dread
clouding her thoughts. No! It...it can't be! But sure enough, she felt that
familiar, quaking tingle....just like the sensations in high school...when her
breasts betrayed her.

Yes, there was no doubt, as Violet sat in the stall, her super-boobs quaked
and shook just as they had that day they had exploded in size! The erotic
tingling was the same; inspite of herself, the co-ed's pussy moistened yet
again.

"NO! This is not happening! My breasts are done growing! A double K is big
enough!" She placed her hands upon her quavering mounds as if to hold them
back. "I will not let you Girls grow any....anymore..." she gasped
desperately. But there was no doubt; inch-by-inch, she could feel her
mountains blossoming yet larger. It was slow, but undeniable. And would be
blatantly obvious should anyone see her! Even now, she noticed that the
neckline on her lavender bathrobe was being pulled further...further down,
unveiling a sloping valley of luscious cleavage promising paradise to whoever
was able to savor them.

*UNNGH*...*NAAAH!* Just as she remembered it! Feeling her own breasts growing
inches in seconds was the most erotic sensation she had ever experienced! She
had tried not to dwell on the pleasure; she tried instead not to remember the
cascading orgasms, tried only to remember the inconvenience! Her female juices
dripped upon the floor, as her breasts far surpassed mere beachballs.

She had to escape the stall! While she still could! She popped out of the now
confining area, and rushed back into the hallway; leaning back against the
wall as she waited for her shimmying boobs to cease their frantic wobbling;
the weight enough to imbalance her. Still...they were heavy but...very little
sag, almost none in fact! The bathrobe was hiked up her athletic legs, looking
more like a skirt as she struggled to rein in the creeping expansion of her
magical tits. Violet grit her teeth amidst the orgasms. Bosoms thrust forward
like fleshy torpedoes, as if flaunting their buoyant prowess to all the world.
Waves of renewed lust crashed over her...and Violet slid to her knees amidst
heavy moaning.

"C-cock....need it...."she breathed. She could feel the urges, in her bones,
in her blood, in her boobs. Ms. Unicorn co-ed had been a unique experience,
but Violet could no longer deny the primal call within her, the aching lust
for a man's cock rutting away inside her hungry cunt. It was a primal, animal
need; the fact that it must be the result of magic made is seem no less real
or urgent. She used her boobs to cushion herself, by now they had to
be....well...they were about the diameter of a hula-hoop! And she felt every
single hair upon the velvet of her bathrobe tormenting her hyper-sensitive
flesh.

"H-hello?" came a voice from around the corner of the hallway. It
sounded...familiar...

"I...I'm sorry about today, I..." It was that gauking Freshman-Boy! What did
he think he was doing here? Violet noticed that he made a special effort to
avoid staring at her tits.

"I...you'll be mad...but I just wanted to...start over.." he stammered. In
order to avoid the billowing mountains of titflesh, he had to angle his head
towards the ceiling. The kid was determined! While he tried to look away,
Violet found her gaze centered upon his cock, clearly hardening within his
jeans.

Well, she shouldn't be such a bitch to every guy she met. In fact, his
fumblings were kinda sweet. Yeah, and he...he...she was as horny as
penitentiary cellblock!

"C-can I help you up?" he reached out a hand. She hoisted herself up, and
appraised him as though he were a slab of meat in the butcher-shop.

"H-Hi, m-my name's-"

"SUCK!" demanded Violet, as she pulled him into her boobs.She nestled his head
and shoulders into her cleavage while removing his clothes; grunting at the
tingling from her newly-

sensitized flesh. But wait...what.oh no...her breasts...they...they were not
yet done! That heavy pressure...building...growing...Freshman Boy's lips found
a gorgeous, overgrown nipple, and his lick was rewarded with a dribble of
moisture!

"Wh-Milk?" he stammered. No! Not this too! She thought she was done with
lactation! Her breasts weren't supposed to be producing milk anymore! It was a
chronic problem these days among women with 'beach-ball boobs'. So many
clothes ruined! She was taking 5 doses of Lac-Gone every day! The most she
could afford! It was guaranteed to dry her up! Damn!

"Damn...So sweet..*SLURRK* So...good..." Explosions of pleasure seared up and
down her spine as his tongue danced over her nipple. What was she going to do?
She'd better figure it out faster; the pleasure was crowding out her thoughts.
Wait...what was...that sound...Voices from her room...Familiar
voices....Violet angled her head to listen, as Freshman- Boy absorbed himself
in the pliant heaven of nourishment before him.

"Do you not feel a leetle geelty?" spoke a familiar, thickly-accented male
voice.

"Ha! Had you only savored her tits Dmitri, you would have no regrets!" said a
feminine voice. It was her roommate Cori! What was that slut up to now?

"But thees deception; thee humans may not trust us eef we take thees course."

"You overestimate our peril, My friend. It is a simple exchange."

"Yes, yes, beeger teets for human women, as you have said." It was that satyr
guy that tried to hit on her today! Cori knew him?

"And we shall all become yet more fertile." she said matter-of- factly.

"But thees is dangerous, my little filly. Preetending to be humans and geeving
out faulty breast-growth potions to desparate weemen over the eenternet;
knowing their deesire, we take advantage of them, and that ees reesky."

"Oh no, Dmitri. The potion we secretely released is a work of art! One out
every ten human women that drink it grow beach-ball boobs; the rest gain
merely two cup-sizes! Hardly faulty, It is a masterful work of sorcery!" cooed
the lusty unicorn.

"But what weell Violet do when she deescovers that she drank one of our
special potions, and why has she not fully manifested?"

"I know not, but after the orgasms she received, it should not be long now.
Perhaps she is a prude, and has never allowed herself pleasures of the flesh
since she drank it." This had gone on long enough!

"AHAAH!" Screamed Violet, yanking her spurting boobs from Freshman- Boy,
Confronting the Fae in her dorm room. "You deceitful bastards!" Even in her
aroused state, she was still a bit stunned at the lurid scene before her:

The Satyr, 'Dmitri' was completely naked, as was Cori, with the door wide
open. The satyr had human legs, but his muscled frame was extremely hairy.
Nonetheless, a chiseled physique was still evident. Violet's pussy as well as
her gargantuan boobs dribbled upon the ground at the sight of him. The
unicorn, her humanoid form still covered in sweat, saliva, and pussy-juice
knelt before a foot-long magical cock; licking it gingerly. The pair were
unashamed, unabashed in their brazen nakedness.

**********

Violet wasn't quite sure how it all happened; she only knew she couldn't
possible resist. She had made a solemn promise before enrolling in Madison
University that she would not allow her tits to rule her life. Surely; that
promise was broken now. The busty pre-med major found that even the wind
blowing across her nipples was titillating. Much less that rough hands and
tickling tongues of these two Fae.

"Wh-what...what did your...potion....do to me...exactly..." she managed to
stammer, as both pairs of lips drank deeply from her ever- hardening nipples.

"*GLNK* *SHLURP* See the results for yourself!" proclaimed Cori, as she backed
away a bit, on hands and knees from Violet's gushing mammary. Freshman Boy was
groaning and grunting; his lean and lanky body was being replaced by rippling
muscles and a greater cock; sparkling motes of light shone in the air about
him, the tell-tale signature of magical transformation.

"Your boobs *SMACK* weell geeve*SHLRPLE* new hope to the Fae races." announced
Dmitri, as he suckled with his lips, and teased her with his unholy cock,
grazing it across the pulsing lips of Violet's yearning womanhood, dipping it
gingerly in the fragrant juices that boiled up from her moist depths.

"Dmitri was worried," declared Cori, as she kneeled on the ground, ass in the
air. "I understand his fears." The luscious Fae lifted one hand and raised her
blond tail above her ass, exposing for the ensorceled human behind her the
throbbing lips of her enchanted cunt; flagrantly beckoning with a doggy-style
allure to any available cocks.

"We Fae are not self-sufficient, we need humanity; especially the cocks of
your men." explained Cori, and if her earlier display was insufficient, she
jiggled the bulbous globes of her ample ass to proclaim her lust.
Freshman-Boy, magically transformed into an impressive hunk, needed no further
invitation.

"I'm out to Stud!" she shouted, as she felt the rapture of human cock,
rocketing into her willing pussy. Freshmen Boy practically wept with joy;
caressing skin smooth as a flower petal, fondling boobs as large as bowling
balls, as soft as silken marshmellows.

"There's....no way...you can't...can't fit that monster inside me..." moaned
Violet, tits dribbling, pussy throbbing, as Dmitri prepared to impale her with
his impossible member.

"Ah my precious rose, but you can." And he demonstrated. With a long, deep
thrust. And her world exploded.

Perhaps it made sense; after the reaming she got from that regenerating horn,
her pussy could have easily been stretched and enlarged. And Dmitri's
enchanted member was a perfect fit.

"You see dear one, the Myth means notheeng by itself, Fantasy requires reality
to compare eetself weeth." Violet hardly cared about myths; Dmitri's cock was
real enough!

"He means...*YAAANGH*...That the Fae require...*UURGH*...a connection
with...with...your cock..so good... The m-material world! *EEEYAAAH*"

"Weethout *SHLURP* you, we cannot survive." Dmitri's cock luridly reamed the
jiggling human. It was too much; while the experience of Cori's horn had been
remarkable, the painful pleasure was not quite the same as real, live dick.
Fires of passion simmered within Violet that she hadn't known existed; so much
so that she almost regretted not being able to focus on the explanation the
Fae were giving. Dmitri hoisted the human in the air, supporting her ass with
his rippling arms, as he lowered her glistening snatch onto his mammoth prod.

"Our birth rate drops, our magic fails us, thee Fae were dyeeng out before the
Ceelestial Conjuction. *SHLURP* When a man of Fairy finds a human cunt to
carry his seed, he finds his future."*SHLURP* Cori felt the need to chime in.

"And...*THLUCK* when a Fae cunt is filled with the sperm *THLUCK* from a human
cock, Hope is kindled therein."*THLUCK* Ironically, The wanton unicorn chose
that moment to disengage from her lover with a loud slurp.

"H-hey, I wasn't done yet!" protested Freshman-Boy. But Cori had...oh
no...that blasted horn again...what was the bitch going to do now? She laughed
musically, cocked back her head, and with throaty yell....

*SHLLOOMP!* "My Ass! You BIIIITCH!!!" Sure enough, Violet's muscled ass was
impaled by the golden horn! Cori's aim had been perfect! The conflicting
sensations; assaults from behind and in front, sent her into a gurgling,
spasming, seizure of orgasmic fury, as both orifices received the onslaught of
their lives. The unicorn's agile tongue meanwhile slithered and slurped
between Violet's legs, grazing the back end of her well-used pussy. Twin
streams of glistening milk erupted from her hula-boobs to further saturate the
bedding with moisture; accompanied by a piercing scream.

But Freshman-Boy wasn't done yet, He leaped upon the unicorn-girl, and resumed
his exploration of that slippery inferno; which immediately churned about his
turgid rod like a dynamo of erotic energy.

"YAHAAAAH!....Y-your boobs...now produce....f-fertility potion....*UNNGH*
Fae...need...a a new...baby boom!" Freshmen-Boy was the only one able to see
the meaning of this admission; Violet was in no position to notice anything
beyond the crippling pleasures that assaulted her.

As if she was not curvy enough. The unicorn-girl, even as she mated with the
awestruck human, began to change. He didn't think her hips could have gotten
curvier, yet he could feel her pelvis expanding in his grasp, for greater ease
in carrying offspring. Slowly, boobs that were scarely bigger than bowling
balls began to ripen, filling out inch-by-burgeoning inch, the glorious,
golden-tipped teats were making good progress growing towards the ground,
amidst throaty howls of savage lust. It was too much to bear.

In moments, Freshman-Boy was spent, gouts of cum exploding into the moist
sanctuary, as he kindled hope for the Fairy races. He collapsed, mind and body
reeling from the experience. Cori withdrew her thrusting rod from Violet's
ass.

"Oh no you don't. You're not done yet, human!" her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Once is never enough for the Fae..." She grasped the exhausted human boy, and
rolled him over, on his face.

"Mmph...y-you...that was AWESOME! But I'm tapped out! S-so what's your name?
I'm-NNGYAAAAHAHAA!!" But it was too late, that golden spiral had penetrated
his ass as well. Where was it...Cori's horn fumbled around inside the boy's
ass, searching for that spot....there! Amidst piteous howls, she found his
sensitive prostate gland.

"Wh-wha! my cock!" The unicorn healing magic instantly restored his potency!
His member flared to life again with a renewed vigor never known before as she
withdrew.

"Y-you like to stick people with that thing huh, well it's your turn now
slut!" proclaimed Freshman-Boy, as he tackled the wanton fairy, and delivered
a mighty thrust with his own prick. Her cry was somewhere between a giggle,
cheer, and laugh. If it was laughter, she was joined in her mirth by Dmitri,
reveling in the perfect fit of Violet's pussy around himself.

Freshman-Boy was in a frenzy; never before had his cock been so hard! This
little hoofed slut wouldn't be scampering around sticking her horn up people's
asses! She was happily pinned down, while his engorged member rutted inside
her Fae pussy. He...he could feel her becoming more fertile even as his cock
thrust within her; her pussy seemed to be stretching; enlarging. Her hips
seemed to widen, and her boobs blossomed upwards with an ever-swelling
abundance of titflesh. Not her own struggles, nor the gazes of the stunned
crowd gathering outside the room could extricate the over-horny freshman from
his bosomy captive; much to her giggling delight.

Both Fae exulted in the sexual frenzy they had forced upon the hapless humans.
This was the answer, this was the key to survival for them. Mankind seemed
accepting enough today, but attitudes change, and people change. A day might
come when people came to despise the Fae, but so long as they continued to
give humans orgasms more powerful than anything they had imagined, the Fae
knew they would endure. The path to survival was through the cunt.

**********

Cynthia Lamont tried to stop them. As the 'Community Advisor' for this floor
of the Dorm; she had been instructed by the Housing Administration not to
allow dorm room orgies! She was to watch out for horny frat boys with
breast-growth potions; or libido spells. And Cynthia was indeed vigilant in
her duty. But how could she have suspected that Violet's own tits contained
the potion....*UNNGH* so sweet....

She was stunned when she saw Violet; the otherwise athletic girl seemed to
have even larger tits than ever, one of which turned towards her and spurted.
The milk was smoother than molten velvet, sweeter than wildflower honey. As it
spewed into her gaping mouth, the substance seemed to sink inside of her like
a cloud of silken mist. Cynthia fell to her hands and knees, scampering
forward, securing the rubbery nipple into her mouth as she savored the divine
elixir.

She was supposed to stop them, but she hadn't anticipated the erotic firestorm
that enveloped her, as Cynthia felt her own body growing more voluptuous. In
moments, her voluminous ass burst through the back of her Umbros, she grunted
with passion as she felt her own pelvis widening, and her tits! Never more
than B-cups before; but soon the tiny mounds pulsed and stretched in size,
throbbing as they increased from the size of orange halves,
inch-by-blooming-inch to the mass of grapefruits. She was not alone.

That Fae with the hooves; the Vet major who said she was a shape- shifting
unicorn in humanoid form, and the elven Poli-Sci major from room 207, they
reclined in languid nudity here upon the floor. The silver-haired elf's hips
flared out in seconds; pelvis widening, and every breast in the room quivered,
shook, and blossomed in size like ripening flowers of erotic potential. The
rest where human girls, all moaning as their minds drowned in hormonal lust.
She would have counted them, if Cynthia's mind could focus on anything beyond
her own sudden desire to breed.

But she did notice both Violet and the Unicorn's body undergo startling
changes. It began below their navels, a small swelling. A tiny bulge that
swelled outward, at the same speed as the blossoming of titflesh that was
rapidly filling the room with G-cups. Soon, the pair...they were pregnant!
Their wombs carried magical offspring, feeding off the magical fertility that
had permeated them all.

Soon, rounding domes the size of Cynthia's backpack dominated their bellies,
as though they were perhaps 5-months pregnant. But they did not stop there, as
the girls clutched their wombs amidst gasps, they ripened further as their
gravid bodies grew ever plumper with fertile promise. At the end, perhaps they
both seemed to be nine-months ripe with twins. Cynthia could see their bodies
shimmy with the kick of healthy young. She knew that their every thought was
dominated by a raw, primal breeding instinct, the urge to entice men as they
opened their thighs to receive delicious cock. Everything else was secondary
to the yearning to conceive and birth legions of offspring; Cynthia knew,
because this was her own condition.

They did not have long to wait; the lurid spectacle continued, because every
woman who came to investigate became ripened for breeding, and every man that
got wind of the orgy was unable to resist the urge to grab one of the
blossoming girls, and drag her off for him to impregnate.

The man that grabbed her was a black-guy, a pledge from the Tau-Iota- Tau
house, Cynthia wrapped her legs around his waist, plunging her G-cup, stripper
tits into his face, like fleshy honey-dew melons that very nearly smothered
him as her blond hair flowed across his shoulders.

"Breed me like a bitch in heat!" she demanded.

"N-numm...o-okay." he agreed.

Cori caressed the taut, beach-ball dome of her gravid womb, trying to soothe
the healthy, half-human offspring within her; eager to be born. Yet more milk,
to nourish her brood, appeared on the nipples of her water melon- sized
bazookas.

"Hmmm....so Violet; what's your major?"

"P-pre med, Gynecology emphasis."

"Oh, that's...logical."

The End?

Others may write Faeophobia tales, if they wish.