2 comments/ 39689 views/ 12 favorites Cloudy with a Chance of Pixies By: xxxecil A Faeophobia-Universe story "..... And the previous reports have been confirmed, the forecasts of that PFF that's been projected has been verified. Parents are advised to keep adolescent males out of doors and away from windows. Stores are reporting record sales of erectile dysfunction drugs as..." But Lisa passed out of earshot of the female announcer on the radio. Not that it mattered to her anyway. She was past that, she was a modern pixie, in control. Not like the others. Lisa sighed to calm her nerves, her blouse and business dress jacket feeling uncomfortably tight, as she waited for the elevator to take her to the top floor for the meeting. Maybe that was just nerves. Her nipples tingled as she adjusted her clothing. What was that... there was something human women wore, some kind of strange, lacy contraption worn on the chest... would that help her feel more comfortable? She couldn't quite remember what it was called. No need, Lisa was on top of the situation. The lobby was vast, a marbled floor, fountain, huge ferns, a very glitzy set-up. She'd landed an impressive internship at a company bigger than any she'd dared hope for, and she had prepared for this presentation with a rigor and discipline unbeknownst to most of her kind. The PFF could be good news, Lisa mused as the elevator made its slow descent. There were far fewer men staring at her legs, ass, breasts, face and... well.... every part of her, pretty much. Any guy that could spare a moment was at the windows. But there was no reason to postpone serious corporate matters over what was happening outside the 40-story skyscraper. It didn't matter.... not to her.... Lisa breathed deeply again, wiggled her toes... flexed the translucent antennae that sprouted from her forehead near her neatly trimmed, shoulder-length aura of naturally hot-pink hair. She gripped her briefcase handle more tightly as a fortyish man in a pinstriped suit came to wait beside her for the elevator. But strangely, he kept stealing glances at the window twenty feet away near the outer wall. Yep.... Definitely PFF... not a glance at her legs....cleavage... anything. Not that Lisa needed the weather report to confirm what she felt in her bones... in her ass... the tingling in her breasts.... oooohhhhhh.... NO!!!! A human woman would not have this problem; so she wouldn't either. She'd handle it...suffer through the worst effects. She was just as reliable, just as strong as a woman from Earth. But now she felt somewhat ambivalent; the men weren't staring openly at her female curves today - the PFF had them entirely, justifiably, distracted. It was good in that no one was making cat calls at her, no eyes tried to peer down her cleavage, no attention lingered on her ass. But on the hand, she enjoyed male attention! Her heart hammered, her pussy moistened with male attention. And yet, she knew that a human female would be offended and angered if every man she met tried to stare at her ass and tits. But that was something else she didn't understand = human women wanted to be attractive to men, yet so often they got angry if a man showed it. No.... She wouldn't dwell on that... wouldn't dwell on the differences between herself and the humans - because she had to perform just as they did, with the same professionalism. The door opened, to take Lisa and pinstriped man upwards through the tower of glass and steel. She put as much room as possible between the man and herself, but still her arm quivered with nervous agitation as she suppressed the need to thrust her free hand down his pants to caress his male hardness. But she was developing an understanding of human sensibilities about men, sex, and dating. She knew from her experience around Earth women that this man would be considered unattractive ordinarily, based on his body, and that would have social consequences. But deep within her pussy timeless instincts throbbed, instincts that made no such judgments. She steeled herself with a sharp intake of breath, she was good for now, but boy... if they got stuck in this elevator his dick would be in her mouth within minutes! But that was not to be. Of course, now that there were no windows, pinstriped man tried to surreptitiously peek down her blouse, to peek at the ample bosoms that held sway within the bra less confines on the fabric. So he was normal. The part of Lisa that understood human emotions suspected she should be incensed that he was only staring at her now because no one else was available inside the elevator. But there was a sharp twinge of desire within her, and her antennae unfurled and perked up at the unmistakable aura of male lust in the close confines. Deep breaths... turn away slightly, maybe he won't notice the way her breasts had begun to throb and expand within her gray business dress. Of course, the forces that were causing the disturbances outside affected Lisa just as strongly; but she was a professional, not like the others. She WOULD get through the day without exposing herself to a man! She would wait out the urges without just ripping off a guy's pants and sucking upon his dick as if it were a chocolate-dipped pleasure-dildo! She would not rip open her top for this man, thrusting her bulging, voluminous breasts in his face and grind her body against his crotch until he was compelled to take a nipple in his mouth, nor would she... NO!!! Can't let that line of thought continue! Luckily, Lisa was saved by he bell, the elevator bell, signaling her arrival on the fortieth floor, ah... but... she still had some time before her presentation was to begin. Rushing past pinstriped man, and away from the arousal she knew he felt, she made a beeline for the ladies restroom. Good! Empty. A wave of tingling passions overtook her for a moment, as she dropped her briefcase on the tile floor and put a hand to her pussy to steady herself. A PFF today! Today of all days! Not that it surprised her, not that she couldn't feel the forces within herself that warned her to expect this. Oh well, no one to blame but her own biology. As Lisa gripped the sink, panting and flush with the pulsing urges that throbbed in her erogenous zones, she came to the determination that pure willpower was not enough - she had to manage her biological needs, lest they embarrass her in front of her review committee. Tearing open her jacket and blouse, her bra less tits bounced free like pale balloons yearning to be released; and in size that was not an inaccurate comparison. "So easy now... on Earth... it's so much easier.... to find a man...." she cooed at the mirror as her fingers sank into mountainous swells of womanflesh with bulging indentations around each of her five fingers as her hands tried with futility to encompass the mammalian scope of her endowments. Her breasts were perhaps right at the upper limit for a twentieth-century porn-queen. Vast swells of tit that were just short of too-fucking-huge-to-be-anything-but-photoshopped. From her shoulders past her elbows, that distance was not quite enough to measure the length of her jiggling treasures as they jutted forward. Should her tits be squeezed together the dark line of cleavage would have been enough to conceal a fresh-from-the-package, number 2 pencil. But Lisa could only pinch her nipples and moan as the first streams of hot, white milk began to surge forth. Her breasts always got hyperactive like this, at or near a PFF, like all of her kind, as her body's fertility began to skyrocket! She milked herself with strokes derived from long practice. More than enough human women had burned with envy at Lisa's supernal beauty and outrageous female curves, but would they be so jealous if they understood what supernatural fertility really meant. She moaned as her hips thrust against the sink, pussy drenching, bare nipples dribbling white nectar as she thrashed with desire. With one final, mighty spurt of lactation her glittering faerie wings pushed off her jacket as they unfurled, revealing Lisaeluriel as the creature of ancient legend she was. Was she living a lie? Could she truly be Lisa the Corporate Intern? Or would the desires of her Fae heritage forever bar her from a place in the world of humans? *CREAAAAAK* Damn! The door was opening! The cleaning woman poked her head in, concerned at the moaning sounds she heard even through the door. But there was nothing there. Just wetness all over the sink closest to the door. Some people! Do they HAVE to make a mess just because they work at this big, important corporation? Hmmm.... no, that couldn't be milk all over the sink and mirror.... could it? ********** That was close! Not that Lisa minded being seen naked; she knew her body was spectacular, but the horny pixie knew it wouldn't do for her professional image to be seen topless in the bathroom, milking her bowling-ball-sized tits as the wetness from her own female arousal crept down her legs. So quick thinking and a bit of natural faerie magic had reduced Lisa and all her belongings to a perfectly proportioned mini-size. She hid behind a potted plant, six-inches tall, with her clothes and briefcase of similar dimensions. This would have been better than the bathroom, most likely. At this size, she could frig herself to orgasm and milk her swollen tits with negligible chance of discovery. But not forever. Ten minutes until her big presentation, and she didn't want to walk in just at the last minute. Her six-inch stature gave her anonymity as she dressed in the hallway, steeled her nerves, jiggled her tits, to prepare. ********** "So, in light of the research teams findings, economic indicators for the last quarter represent anomalies unlikely to be repeated at the current interest-rates..." But wait... something had changed; yes they were staring at Lisa's chest as she stood before the projector expounding upon the nuances of high-finance. The stuffy, plump executives had been making a habit of trying NOT to look out the window at the madness outside. But now they stared at Lisa with renewed interest. Their faces... some were embarrassed, others lustful... more so than what she was accustomed to. "Our analysis predicts a swell in stock value to be preceded by...." uh-oh... then she saw it. Her chest! There was a rip in her blouse right in front of her cleavage! The only swells that mattered to her audience were those of her bosom! "...erhhh... the projected peaks in the Money Markets..." But they only cared about the warm, soft, fleshy peaks on Lisa's chest! It must have happened when she was using her natural magic to return herself and her clothes to normal human stature. If not done properly the resizing of objects could result in damage! And she'd just given the executives easy access to the bouncy treasures jiggling upon her fertile form. "And... and with stocks....rising..." She was feeling flush, heart-rate accelerating.... feverish and agitated. And the tingling, the sensation in her pussy, her breasts... the rising heat of passion and instinct was driving her... compelling her... to masturbate! Yes! A regional manager with a fiftyish, butterball figure seemed to be driving a hand down into his crotch while staring .... and not at her face! Lisa's antennae rose up higher as she paused in her speech her kind had an innate sensitivity to male lust, and her senses were drinking it in by the gallon. "Uhhh.... rising.... must make ... harder choices... in selections..." Harder. HARDER!!! Too late, Lisa realized her mistake. This company didn't try to exclude women, but it just so happened on the day of her presentation there was a fifteen-to-one ratio of men to women attending these meetings. And it was that season. That Time. All Pixies could feel the drive, the need inside themselves. The biological drives simmering in Lisa's pussy was responsible for the madness today, just outside the window. And here she was, with a rip in her blouse, being ogled by dozens of pairs of male eyes! A forest of penises was rising to meet her! To Fuck her! Her pixie antennae could sense it! Waves of pure lust poured towards her in a cascade of male energy that soon burned away all vestiges of resistance. Maybe if this had happened two weeks earlier.... or later.... maybe then Lisa could have resisted. But not now, not on a day like today. Groaning, stumbling, she clutched her breasts and began to tear at her clothing. Taking advantage of the rip, she thrust her ripening breasts at the audience in blatant defiance of corporate policies on indecent exposure. Pixie antennae could pinpoint the presence of male sexual desire like radar, the feeling was sweet and electrifying at once. Now, by exposing the full ripeness of her rampant breasts before the assembly, she would provoke more male lust, more of that sweet sensation only pixies could truly sense. Moans and gurgles of shock and desire met her ears as she reveled in the sensations she had provoked. As the wave of sweet reward swept over her supernatural senses, rational thought fled Lisa's mind. She disappointed her audience by magically shapeshifting back to mini-size, but it was only to allow her clothes a chance to slip off of her body, then she magically resumed human size, but naked - gloriously naked! She stood atop the conference table, posing and posturing her supernatural physique for these men. She stood with arms raised and bend behind her hair, to thrust her breasts outwards at the men. Her antennae sizzled with ecstatic delight! No wonder so many pixies could not resist the siren song of the stripper pole! Her breasts throbbed with energy as she strutted for the awestruck, masturbatory audience, drinking in the sweet elixir of lust! Already, her breasts had begun to expand. Her hands that gripped each plump breast were pushed first one, then three inches further apart as her body's fertility ran rampant! From a jiggling grandeur not far from the size of a bowling ball, she began to gain a cup-size every two seconds until she was forced to readjust her posture to remain standing with her new center of gravity. Somewhere between J and K-cup range her lactation impulse became irresistible and she shot a hot stream right into the outraged mouth of a salt-and-pepper haired female exec who promptly gasped as tremors of sensory delight swept over her. Finally, an anonymous hand reached out to fondle her nude ass from behind, and she arched her back as her supernatural body was rocked by a spontaneous orgasm! What a sight Lisa would be if someone could catch her on a surreptitious camera, nude and fit, skin gleaming with pearlescent highlights, breasts larger than her own head. Translucent faerie wings refracting the sunlight in scintillating cascades that sparkled throughout the stuffy conference room. Her own climax was accompanied by at least three others, as her thighs were drenched with her own female lubricant. By now of course, uncontrollable instincts had taken over the Pixie's reasoning abilities, and so without really thinking, she pointed a hand at the window behind her, muttering a quick, easy incantation. The plate-window behind them dissolved into colorful bubbles. But the assembled execs were too besotted with lust to immediately appreciate the consequence. Hundreds of miniature pixies flooded into the room within seconds. Her sisters swarmed around her, as Lisa moaned with forbidden urges. "Oh.... fuck...." Complained the female exec that had swallowed Lisa's milk. She was writhing on the floor as her once-normal C-cup breasts began to widen and slither inside her clothing as her body began to hyper-sexualize. "You idiots..." she breathed as she clutched at her own pulsating bosom. "Letting one of them into the building during a Pixie Flocking Front..." She grunted and gurgled as her breasts seemed to leap from inside her painfully tight bra. Within 10 seconds, she'd gone from a C to at least a grapefruit-sized E-cup, creating tight swells of compressed tit that jiggled suggestively as Exec woman tore her jacket open to look upon her blossoming figure. "Now... *UUNNNNNGHH** I'm going to become some kind of faerie slut whore forever!" The still rational part of Lisa's mind knew that to be true. Any pixie within 100 miles would experience insane surges of fertility hormones right about now; once exposed to her supernatural body chemistry - a human woman's fate would be sealed! But most pixie's were anything but rational at a time like this, as colorful swarms of them flooded the conference room. But one did have the presence of mind to understand Lisa's presence here, and whispered in her ear; "Give up the Day-Job, Sister!" Squeezing her mountainous tits together with a moaning gurgle, Lisa smiled mischievously. She knew she was rare among pixies in that she had the willpower to resist becoming a stage-strutting stripper-whore as soon as the laws allowed. After this disaster, that might be the only option left to her! The crazed pixies buzzed the nearby men, all the men, then attempted to slither into the pants and trousers of each gentleman, to get at his precious penis. Most panicked as their pants rapidly flooded with six-inch tall, flying naked women with the looks of miniaturized porn stars. The Roly-Poly Regional Manager fell to his knees as he released an ululating cry, ejaculating fiercely into the swarm of pixies that had flooded the crotch of his dockers. Like glittering winged piranhas, each man was stripped of every stitch of clothing, so that every inch of his body could be lavished in kisses, dry-humps, and hastily cast sex-spells, but mostly it was the cocks that commanded the most attention. Seized by another wave of uncontrollable instinct, Lisa shrank down again magically, to be lost amongst the swarms of her sisters. She was Pixie. She was a Fae. Despite her ambitions, there was no escaping that reality, not anymore. Those of her kind not able to quickly reach a man often resorted to bouts of quick, aerial lesbian sex. Being so fertile during the Flocking, the slightest contact to an erogenous zone meant easy, electrifying orgasms. Lisa flew in a corkscrew orbit within the swarm, brushing the nipples of a silvery-haired compatriot who resembled a Cindy-Crawford/Paris Hilton lovechild with bigger tits. The two ground their ample breasts together for a moment, letting the fires of a rapid-release orgasm send them to yet greater heights of desire. Next, a purple-haired pixie with a fitness model build plunged a finger into Lisa's moist cunt. She wrapped her legs around the pixie's face as her womanhood spasmed yet again. But then Lisa saw her true prize: Damion Hargrove - Special Director of Managerial Training; her supervisor. Damion was a beefy black stud over six feet tall, bald-shaven, with a commanding voice and presence. She'd known him for almost six months, and Lisa had taken pride in the fact that not once in all that time had she reclined upon his desk, spreading apart her naked legs as she hooked her heels around his ass to push him in close, that he might impregnate her. Nor had she tackled his hips to thrust her tongue upon his penis that she might savor his spurting cum. And not once had she ripped open her top to thrust melon-sized breasts in his face whilst slipping a hand into his trousers to massage his manmeat until he was driven by animal arousal to nuzzle and suckle her breasts. And neither did she.... Errhh... well the point was she'd had the hots for him. It was cute the way he misinterpreted her pride at being able to contain her own sexual desires as confidence. But all that was over now, Lisa along with thousands of other pixies was gripped in the primal instinct that brought on the Flocking - and no penis was safe. Exec woman was just about to reach a phone mounted in the table to call.....someone, when she yelped and thrust a hand against her crotch. She was already twenty years younger, but now she was feeling an explosive sex-drive far in excess of even the randiest teenage hormones. It wasn't unheard of for human women contaminated with Faerie magic to become hypersexualized, but Lisa was in the throes of the Flocking Instinct! When all was said and done, Nymphomania would be an understatement for any woman she infected today! Cloudy with a Chance of Pixies Ch. 02-03 part: 1 "..... And the previous reports have been confirmed, the forecasts of that PFF that's been projected has been verified. Parents are advised to keep adolescent males out of doors and away from windows. Stores are reporting record sales of erectile dysfunction drugs as..." But Lisa passed out of earshot of the female announcer on the radio. Not that it mattered to her anyway. She was past that, she was a modern pixie, in control. Not like the others. Lisa sighed to calm her nerves, her blouse and business dress jacket feeling uncomfortably tight, as she waited for the elevator to take her to the top floor for the meeting. Maybe that was just nerves. Her nipples tingled as she adjusted her clothing. What was that... there was something human women wore, some kind of strange, lacy contraption worn on the chest... would that help her feel more comfortable? She couldn't quite remember what it was called. No need, Lisa was on top of the situation. The lobby was vast, a marbled floor, fountain, huge ferns, a very glitzy set-up. She'd landed an impressive internship at a company bigger than any she'd dared hope for, and she had prepared for this presentation with a rigor and discipline unbeknownst to most of her kind. The PFF could be good news, Lisa mused as the elevator made its slow descent. There were far fewer men staring at her legs, ass, breasts, face and... well.... every part of her, pretty much. Any guy that could spare a moment was at the windows. But there was no reason to postpone serious corporate matters over what was happening outside the 40-story skyscraper. It didn't matter.... not to her.... Lisa breathed deeply again, wiggled her toes... flexed the translucent antennae that sprouted from her forehead near her neatly trimmed, shoulder-length aura of naturally hot-pink hair. She gripped her briefcase handle more tightly as a fortyish man in a pinstriped suit came to wait beside her for the elevator. But strangely, he kept stealing glances at the window twenty feet away near the outer wall. Yep.... Definitely PFF... not a glance at her legs....cleavage... anything. Not that Lisa needed the weather report to confirm what she felt in her bones... in her ass... the tingling in her breasts.... oooohhhhhh.... NO!!!! A human woman would not have this problem; so she wouldn't either. She'd handle it...suffer through the worst effects. She was just as reliable, just as strong as a woman from Earth. But now she felt somewhat ambivalent; the men weren't staring openly at her female curves today - the PFF had them entirely, justifiably, distracted. It was good in that no one was making cat calls at her, no eyes tried to peer down her cleavage, no attention lingered on her ass. But on the hand, she enjoyed male attention! Her heart hammered, her pussy moistened with male attention. And yet, she knew that a human female would be offended and angered if every man she met tried to stare at her ass and tits. But that was something else she didn't understand = human women wanted to be attractive to men, yet so often they got angry if a man showed it. No.... She wouldn't dwell on that... wouldn't dwell on the differences between herself and the humans - because she had to perform just as they did, with the same professionalism. The door opened, to take Lisa and pinstriped man upwards through the tower of glass and steel. She put as much room as possible between the man and herself, but still her arm quivered with nervous agitation as she suppressed the need to thrust her free hand down his pants to caress his male hardness. But she was developing an understanding of human sensibilities about men, sex, and dating. She knew from her experience around Earth women that this man would be considered unattractive ordinarily, based on his body, and that would have social consequences. But deep within her pussy timeless instincts throbbed, instincts that made no such judgments. She steeled herself with a sharp intake of breath, she was good for now, but boy... if they got stuck in this elevator his dick would be in her mouth within minutes! But that was not to be. Of course, now that there were no windows, pinstriped man tried to surreptitiously peek down her blouse, to peek at the ample bosoms that held sway within the bra less confines on the fabric. So he was normal. The part of Lisa that understood human emotions suspected she should be incensed that he was only staring at her now because no one else was available inside the elevator. But there was a sharp twinge of desire within her, and her antennae unfurled and perked up at the unmistakable aura of male lust in the close confines. Deep breaths... turn away slightly, maybe he won't notice the way her breasts had begun to throb and expand within her gray business dress. Of course, the forces that were causing the disturbances outside affected Lisa just as strongly; but she was a professional, not like the others. She WOULD get through the day without exposing herself to a man! She would wait out the urges without just ripping off a guy's pants and sucking upon his dick as if it were a chocolate-dipped pleasure-dildo! She would not rip open her top for this man, thrusting her bulging, voluminous breasts in his face and grind her body against his crotch until he was compelled to take a nipple in his mouth, nor would she... NO!!! Can't let that line of thought continue! Luckily, Lisa was saved by he bell, the elevator bell, signaling her arrival on the fortieth floor, ah... but... she still had some time before her presentation was to begin. Rushing past pinstriped man, and away from the arousal she knew he felt, she made a beeline for the ladies restroom. Good! Empty. A wave of tingling passions overtook her for a moment, as she dropped her briefcase on the tile floor and put a hand to her pussy to steady herself. A PFF today! Today of all days! Not that it surprised her, not that she couldn't feel the forces within herself that warned her to expect this. Oh well, no one to blame but her own biology. As Lisa gripped the sink, panting and flush with the pulsing urges that throbbed in her erogenous zones, she came to the determination that pure willpower was not enough - she had to manage her biological needs, lest they embarrass her in front of her review committee. Tearing open her jacket and blouse, her bra less tits bounced free like pale balloons yearning to be released; and in size that was not an inaccurate comparison. "So easy now... on Earth... it's so much easier.... to find a man...." she cooed at the mirror as her fingers sank into mountainous swells of womanflesh with bulging indentations around each of her five fingers as her hands tried with futility to encompass the mammalian scope of her endowments. Her breasts were perhaps right at the upper limit for a twentieth-century porn-queen. Vast swells of tit that were just short of too-fucking-huge-to-be-anything-but-photoshopped. From her shoulders past her elbows, that distance was not quite enough to measure the length of her jiggling treasures as they jutted forward. Should her tits be squeezed together the dark line of cleavage would have been enough to conceal a fresh-from-the-package, number 2 pencil. But Lisa could only pinch her nipples and moan as the first streams of hot, white milk began to surge forth. Her breasts always got hyperactive like this, at or near a PFF, like all of her kind, as her body's fertility began to skyrocket! She milked herself with strokes derived from long practice. More than enough human women had burned with envy at Lisa's supernal beauty and outrageous female curves, but would they be so jealous if they understood what supernatural fertility really meant. She moaned as her hips thrust against the sink, pussy drenching, bare nipples dribbling white nectar as she thrashed with desire. With one final, mighty spurt of lactation her glittering faerie wings pushed off her jacket as they unfurled, revealing Lisaeluriel as the creature of ancient legend she was. Was she living a lie? Could she truly be Lisa the Corporate Intern? Or would the desires of her Fae heritage forever bar her from a place in the world of humans? *CREAAAAAK* Damn! The door was opening! The cleaning woman poked her head in, concerned at the moaning sounds she heard even through the door. But there was nothing there. Just wetness all over the sink closest to the door. Some people! Do they HAVE to make a mess just because they work at this big, important corporation? Hmmm.... no, that couldn't be milk all over the sink and mirror.... could it? ********** That was close! Not that Lisa minded being seen naked; she knew her body was spectacular, but the horny pixie knew it wouldn't do for her professional image to be seen topless in the bathroom, milking her bowling-ball-sized tits as the wetness from her own female arousal crept down her legs. So quick thinking and a bit of natural faerie magic had reduced Lisa and all her belongings to a perfectly proportioned mini-size. She hid behind a potted plant, six-inches tall, with her clothes and briefcase of similar dimensions. This would have been better than the bathroom, most likely. At this size, she could frig herself to orgasm and milk her swollen tits with negligible chance of discovery. But not forever. Ten minutes until her big presentation, and she didn't want to walk in just at the last minute. Her six-inch stature gave her anonymity as she dressed in the hallway, steeled her nerves, jiggled her tits, to prepare. ********** "So, in light of the research teams findings, economic indicators for the last quarter represent anomalies unlikely to be repeated at the current interest-rates..." But wait... something had changed; yes they were staring at Lisa's chest as she stood before the projector expounding upon the nuances of high-finance. The stuffy, plump executives had been making a habit of trying NOT to look out the window at the madness outside. But now they stared at Lisa with renewed interest. Their faces... some were embarrassed, others lustful... more so than what she was accustomed to. "Our analysis predicts a swell in stock value to be preceded by...." uh-oh... then she saw it. Her chest! There was a rip in her blouse right in front of her cleavage! The only swells that mattered to her audience were those of her bosom! "...erhhh... the projected peaks in the Money Markets..." But they only cared about the warm, soft, fleshy peaks on Lisa's chest! It must have happened when she was using her natural magic to return herself and her clothes to normal human stature. If not done properly the resizing of objects could result in damage! And she'd just given the executives easy access to the bouncy treasures jiggling upon her fertile form. "And... and with stocks....rising..." She was feeling flush, heart-rate accelerating.... feverish and agitated. And the tingling, the sensation in her pussy, her breasts... the rising heat of passion and instinct was driving her... compelling her... to masturbate! Yes! A regional manager with a fiftyish, butterball figure seemed to be driving a hand down into his crotch while staring .... and not at her face! Lisa's antennae rose up higher as she paused in her speech her kind had an innate sensitivity to male lust, and her senses were drinking it in by the gallon. "Uhhh.... rising.... must make ... harder choices... in selections..." Harder. HARDER!!! Too late, Lisa realized her mistake. This company didn't try to exclude women, but it just so happened on the day of her presentation there was a fifteen-to-one ratio of men to women attending these meetings. And it was that season. That Time. All Pixies could feel the drive, the need inside themselves. The biological drives simmering in Lisa's pussy was responsible for the madness today, just outside the window. And here she was, with a rip in her blouse, being ogled by dozens of pairs of male eyes! A forest of penises was rising to meet her! To Fuck her! Her pixie antennae could sense it! Waves of pure lust poured towards her in a cascade of male energy that soon burned away all vestiges of resistance. Maybe if this had happened two weeks earlier.... or later.... maybe then Lisa could have resisted. But not now, not on a day like today. Groaning, stumbling, she clutched her breasts and began to tear at her clothing. Taking advantage of the rip, she thrust her ripening breasts at the audience in blatant defiance of corporate policies on indecent exposure. Pixie antennae could pinpoint the presence of male sexual desire like radar, the feeling was sweet and electrifying at once. Now, by exposing the full ripeness of her rampant breasts before the assembly, she would provoke more male lust, more of that sweet sensation only pixies could truly sense. Moans and gurgles of shock and desire met her ears as she reveled in the sensations she had provoked. As the wave of sweet reward swept over her supernatural senses, rational thought fled Lisa's mind. She disappointed her audience by magically shapeshifting back to mini-size, but it was only to allow her clothes a chance to slip off of her body, then she magically resumed human size, but naked - gloriously naked! She stood atop the conference table, posing and posturing her supernatural physique for these men. She stood with arms raised and bend behind her hair, to thrust her breasts outwards at the men. Her antennae sizzled with ecstatic delight! No wonder so many pixies could not resist the siren song of the stripper pole! Her breasts throbbed with energy as she strutted for the awestruck, masturbatory audience, drinking in the sweet elixir of lust! Already, her breasts had begun to expand. Her hands that gripped each plump breast were pushed first one, then three inches further apart as her body's fertility ran rampant! From a jiggling grandeur not far from the size of a bowling ball, she began to gain a cup-size every two seconds until she was forced to readjust her posture to remain standing with her new center of gravity. Somewhere between J and K-cup range her lactation impulse became irresistible and she shot a hot stream right into the outraged mouth of a salt-and-pepper haired female exec who promptly gasped as tremors of sensory delight swept over her. Finally, an anonymous hand reached out to fondle her nude ass from behind, and she arched her back as her supernatural body was rocked by a spontaneous orgasm! What a sight Lisa would be if someone could catch her on a surreptitious camera, nude and fit, skin gleaming with pearlescent highlights, breasts larger than her own head. Translucent faerie wings refracting the sunlight in scintillating cascades that sparkled throughout the stuffy conference room. Her own climax was accompanied by at least three others, as her thighs were drenched with her own female lubricant. By now of course, uncontrollable instincts had taken over the Pixie's reasoning abilities, and so without really thinking, she pointed a hand at the window behind her, muttering a quick, easy incantation. The plate-window behind them dissolved into colorful bubbles. But the assembled execs were too besotted with lust to immediately appreciate the consequence. Hundreds of miniature pixies flooded into the room within seconds. Her sisters swarmed around her, as Lisa moaned with forbidden urges. "Oh.... fuck...." Complained the female exec that had swallowed Lisa's milk. She was writhing on the floor as her once-normal C-cup breasts began to widen and slither inside her clothing as her body began to hyper-sexualize. "You idiots..." she breathed as she clutched at her own pulsating bosom. "Letting one of them into the building during a Pixie Flocking Front..." She grunted and gurgled as her breasts seemed to leap from inside her painfully tight bra. Within 10 seconds, she'd gone from a C to at least a grapefruit-sized E-cup, creating tight swells of compressed tit that jiggled suggestively as Exec woman tore her jacket open to look upon her blossoming figure. "Now... *UUNNNNNGHH** I'm going to become some kind of faerie slut whore forever!" The still rational part of Lisa's mind knew that to be true. Any pixie within 100 miles would experience insane surges of fertility hormones right about now; once exposed to her supernatural body chemistry - a human woman's fate would be sealed! But most pixie's were anything but rational at a time like this, as colorful swarms of them flooded the conference room. But one did have the presence of mind to understand Lisa's presence here, and whispered in her ear; "Give up the Day-Job, Sister!" Squeezing her mountainous tits together with a moaning gurgle, Lisa smiled mischievously. She knew she was rare among pixies in that she had the willpower to resist becoming a stage-strutting stripper-whore as soon as the laws allowed. After this disaster, that might be the only option left to her! The crazed pixies buzzed the nearby men, all the men, then attempted to slither into the pants and trousers of each gentleman, to get at his precious penis. Most panicked as their pants rapidly flooded with six-inch tall, flying naked women with the looks of miniaturized porn stars. The Roly-Poly Regional Manager fell to his knees as he released an ululating cry, ejaculating fiercely into the swarm of pixies that had flooded the crotch of his dockers. Like glittering winged piranhas, each man was stripped of every stitch of clothing, so that every inch of his body could be lavished in kisses, dry-humps, and hastily cast sex-spells, but mostly it was the cocks that commanded the most attention. Seized by another wave of uncontrollable instinct, Lisa shrank down again magically, to be lost amongst the swarms of her sisters. She was Pixie. She was a Fae. Despite her ambitions, there was no escaping that reality, not anymore. Those of her kind not able to quickly reach a man often resorted to bouts of quick, aerial lesbian sex. Being so fertile during the Flocking, the slightest contact to an erogenous zone meant easy, electrifying orgasms. Lisa flew in a corkscrew orbit within the swarm, brushing the nipples of a silvery-haired compatriot who resembled a Cindy-Crawford/Paris Hilton lovechild with bigger tits. The two ground their ample breasts together for a moment, letting the fires of a rapid-release orgasm send them to yet greater heights of desire. Next, a purple-haired pixie with a fitness model build plunged a finger into Lisa's moist cunt. She wrapped her legs around the pixie's face as her womanhood spasmed yet again. But then Lisa saw her true prize: Damion Hargrove - Special Director of Managerial Training; her supervisor. Damion was a beefy black stud over six feet tall, bald-shaven, with a commanding voice and presence. She'd known him for almost six months, and Lisa had taken pride in the fact that not once in all that time had she reclined upon his desk, spreading apart her naked legs as she hooked her heels around his ass to push him in close, that he might impregnate her. Nor had she tackled his hips to thrust her tongue upon his penis that she might savor his spurting cum. And not once had she ripped open her top to thrust melon-sized breasts in his face whilst slipping a hand into his trousers to massage his manmeat until he was driven by animal arousal to nuzzle and suckle her breasts. And neither did she.... Errhh... well the point was she'd had the hots for him. It was cute the way he misinterpreted her pride at being able to contain her own sexual desires as confidence. But all that was over now, Lisa along with thousands of other pixies was gripped in the primal instinct that brought on the Flocking - and no penis was safe. Exec woman was just about to reach a phone mounted in the table to call.....someone, when she yelped and thrust a hand against her crotch. She was already twenty years younger, but now she was feeling an explosive sex-drive far in excess of even the randiest teenage hormones. It wasn't unheard of for human women contaminated with Faerie magic to become hypersexualized, but Lisa was in the throes of the Flocking Instinct! When all was said and done, Nymphomania would be an understatement for any woman she infected today! Cloudy with a Chance of Pixies Ch. 02-03 Sadly, some patience would be required. It would not be simple or quick to get at Damion's cock. Within moments, the pixie-swarm had removed shoes, socks, and pants - leaving his naked groin a fluttering forest of sparkly wings and minute feminine bodies. Those that had access to his penis ravished and rejoiced. Those that did not humped against his limbs and chest, shouting promises of pleasure against the buzzing drone of wings from their sisters. Damion, taken by surprise was stumbling around the room in surprise and shock, until the first orgasm hit. He made a stuttering, crooning sound as his hips pumped, bathing the rutting pixies in his fertile essence. Even as he did so, Lisa counted the detonation of no less than eleven spells of male stamina going off upon his body. During the Flocking, one orgasm was never enough. When each man was saturated with lusty magic of penis-hardening, sperm production, and sexual stamina, some in the swarm around him resumed normal size, hoisted the man between them, and flew him outside to a secluded location to begin what would amount to a female reverse-gangbang = It was the man that would be forced to service a horde of hungering females! Speaking of females, Exec woman had collapsed, and though largely ignored by the pixies, she was being overwhelmed with rampant desires as great as their own. In the end, she failed = She had not been able to remove her bra fast enough before the swelling of her chest-melons pressed in and ruptured the supports, spilling basketball-sized baby-feeders into the pixie-choked air. "Th-this can't be happening!" She shrieked; one hand trying ineffectually to cover her modesty, the other hand to grasp at her own groin, on fire with need for a hard penis! "N-not meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Wailed Exec woman as the heat and tingling within her chest heralded the eruption of her own breastmilk! Lisa's contagious lactation had transformed the once-passionless frump into a tight-bodied breast-goddess suited only for porn. The woman's nipples began to spurt white sweetness even as her salt-and-pepper hair shifted into a sky-blue tint. "T-turned me... into a SLUT!!!" She grunted in outrage as she tore off the remainder of her clothes. Not truly one of the Fae, yet she was no longer completely human, with a sex-drive like this; how could she not become a whore? As Exec woman leaned against the wall moaning, her body tightened, youthened, moistened - while she began to caress herself, truly exploring the breast-augmented teenage sex-fantasy of her hyper-feminine form. The changes slowed as her breasts took on the shape of unusually perky watermelons that still fountained with hot milk. Her life and career was now nothing but pornographic ruination. Yet even in these first few moments of her nymphomaniacal transformation, her new body started to affect her mind. As she gazed down on the form of the sweat-slicked, tight-bodied, glistening goddess of lust she had youthened into, she considered that, even if there was a cure, could she she could give up the beauty and sensations of this impossibly female body? ********** For Damion, one of dozens of men harvested this morning by the sex-crazed pixies, the sensation of flight never seemed to leave him. Pleasure racked him as his dick was lavished by the miniature super-models while human-sized beauties plastered him with kisses. He could have been in a park somewhere; maybe... so hard to see his surroundings through the curtain of sparkling wings and pastel-colored hair. Was that a tree? Or just a shapely leg? He couldn't tell where he was from what he was lying on - because all he felt was the soft swell of buttocks and boobs from the faerie women enveloping him. It was all Lisa Luriel's fault of course; but from what the Lawyers had - or hadn't decided, Pixie Flocking Fronts where classified as a form of temporary insanity, thus it would difficult and complex to try to sanction any of the supernatural sluts humping at his dick. Even if he wanted to.... ohhh... that felt good. On Damion's upper body, full-sized women thrust breasts in his face, as if craving attention or validation, while at his dick, and endless parade of sluts impaled themselves upon his dick. All this faerie-pixie madness had started with a rare conjunction of celestial bodies that brought magic back to Earth, but now Damion was besieged with newer, softer heavenly orbs no less influential. Faces became difficult to distinguish under the layer of rainbow haircolors, and jiggling tits. An athletic pelvis with draping silvery hair sank down upon his achingly hard penis; and after a swift eternity of penetration, pistoning, he blasted his bliss into a new pussy owned by a purple-haired pixie. So many women, fucking him in rapid succession, no way to keep track, remember faces. But it was painful in a way, he could feel the sluts casting male potency magic on him in miniature form, then shifting to full human stature to fuck his enhanced dick. The magic sent lightning surges of libido burning in his blood, his dick so hard, painfully full of sperm! He did want to squeeze, fondle some of the wobbling titflesh before him, but his hands where covered with miniature pixies humping and grinding against his fingers as though each digit was a stripper pole. He had to satisfy himself by nuzzling the breasts, sucking the nipples in his face. Damion wasn't sure where he was, who was fucking him, or for how long. Past the forest of bouncing, milking tits were taut abs above the pussies pistoning on his dick, then softer, more voluptuous figures pistoning on his dick, two pussies at once trying to piston themselves on his dick, the mouth of a pixie-woman with the looks of a wider-eyed Jessica Biel look-a-like fellating his dick, while on Damion's taut belly, three pairs of miniature pixies were locked in lesbian 69's, the extra sensitivity of their erogenous zones during Flocking season making the orgasms flow quick and easy. Then, there was a pelvis of a woman with long green hair squeezing his rigid cock in her wet confines, and somehow this provokes a break in the action and cries of outrage. The boob curtain parted and Damion saw a statuesque, naked woman with a thick cascade of forest-green hair, three pink chrysanthemums nestled in her hair, entirely nude except for high-heeled, transparent plastic stripper shoes. But she had the same impossibly erotic perfected figure that the pixies did. A forest nymph. "Well, why should pixies have all the fun?" The nymph complained. Growls and snarls and thrown pebbles chased off the competitor. During the Flocking, pixies didn't mind sharing a man and his dick with dozens of their own kind, but other species of Fae were persona non-grata. Soon, the orgy continued, but one face stood out from the rest, it was Lisa, his intern pressing her pink-haired head close to his ears. "This is just the beginning, stud!" ********** Lisa's eyelids began to flutter open at the sound of the voices. "....erhhhh.... made sense back before we migrated from Faerie.... we have....ohhh.... no male pixies..." moaned one of Lisa's sisters in lust lying nearby. Grass. Though her vision was still blurred, Lisa seemed to be lying naked in the grass, on what seemed to be a brief stretch of front lawn in front of a townhouse in Midtown. Naked, exhausted men with still-erect penises that seemed to shine as though freshly polished sprawled amidst semi-conscious human-sized pixie-women plastered with sweat. ".... always had to.... seduce men of other races....into... impregnating us...to survive." murmured a lavender-haired faerie woman with a curvilicious, rapper's girlfriend ass. "Riiiiight..." breathed a girl with cherry-red hair, and big boobs with exceptionally large areolas. "Never had men of our own...so... when ya get too many pixies living together... close proximity.... odds are we're not breeding enough... too many pixies.... not enough men.... not enough of us getting preggers." "It's all biology, isn't it?" Lavender curvy-ass asked. "Think it's...hormones.... and the season too... summertime...too many pixies... we start to...pick up on each others hormones....invisible pheromone signals....from pixie to pixie.... enough horny pixies... all getting horny pheromone signals from each other....near summertime.... wham-bam we all get the Flocking urge." confirmed cherry-haired in a tired voice. "Ohhhh.... m-more like the Fucking Urge...." joked Curvy-ass. "Oh yeah, sister. We all go nuts....fly off in a swarm...screw any man in sight...whether he wants to or not.... never had any complaints though! "But now...." Cherry-haired continued. "Our population... is gonna grow, and grow, grow. Back on Faerie, we'd Flock maybe every five years or so.....keep our population stable. On Faerie.... One male for every.....twenty females.... so horny.... but on Earth... men everywhere... Human sperm...just as good as Satyr, Elf, or Leprechaun....but soooo many more humans...." "Oh yeah....a Flocking on Earth.... almost every Pixie gets knocked up! More pixies!" Exulted Curvy-Ass. "Probably...gonna happen more often...." Cherry-haired moaned. "Flockings...so successful.... with so many human men available! Gonna squeeze out so many pixie-spawn.... and with more pixies... more likely to get Flocking again! Soon..... PFF's every Summer.... not just every other Summer....ohhhh.... with enough pixies, more than one Flocking each Summer...." That sounded about right to Lisa, she didn't think about it much though, having studied Finance rather than any biological science. Soon, a gorgeous pixie-woman with snow-white hair, looks comparable to Megan Fox with pronounced dimples rolled over on top of Lisa, smiling blissfully. "Your hair is pretty," white-haired pixie moaned as she lip-locked Lisa. Lisa didn't respond except to cup the girl's ass. The aftermath of Flocking tended to provoke feelings of closeness and companionship. When a hundred and fifty pixie-woman all raped the same man, it seemed to form a bond. But Lisa disengaged after just minutes of steamy lesbian coupling... ahh! There he was! Damion!!! Her Damion!!! It wasn't that the Pixies wanted to leave him alone, it's just that everyone was so exhausted, that the blond and green-haired pixies draping their hair over Damion's chest and groin simply couldn't resist as Lisa prepared to cast her spell. "I don't care if you fire me...." She hissed in his ear. "But I'm not done yet, we are gonna fuck like never before! You're mine now...." Arcane circles glowed briefly on Damion's chest, and Lisa winced a bit as she slid atop his still raging penis despite the soreness earned by her recent sexual marathon. As she fucked him, he began to shrink.... and shrink.... yet his dick....remained the same size! The drained human could only moan as he was ravished yet again! And no one seemed to notice. Sure, the police were out in force, now that the PFF had passed for the moment. They were picking up naked men, putting them on stretchers while paramedics rehydrated them and checked for harmful magical reactions. And yeah, they had a paddywagon where they tossed naked pixies too exhausted to fly away, but it would take some time before they reached Lisa and her orgy. Thrust....She pumped and grinded upon Damion's polished, erect nine-inches of manhood. She needed no other spells; with all the magic that had been pumped into him, he'd stay hard for another two days at least. She squeezed her inner muscles as she tried, how she tried to force yet one more orgasm out of his abused, overused manhood. Damion moaned, and raised a hand weakly, but that hand was now less than half normal size, as she continued to pump him. But something was different now... His eyes widened, and Damion ejaculated fiercely! Her new magic had revitalized him like never before! She could see the sensations of his disproportionate cock were electrifying his mind and body with a rare intensity. She disengaged by the time Damion had reached miniature pixie six-inch stature - while his cock remained full size! His hard manhood was now longer than the rest of his body; he was shackled by an oversized male apparatus that erupted with new life and vigor! Lisa muttered another incantation to seal the transformation, before she arose with her prize, rubbing him like a living dildo along her smooth thighs, upwards towards her taut abs, nestling him between her colossal boobs. And if anyone else noticed; they were too exhausted to do anything about it. Hahahah! Hard to decide, should Lisa slip the reduced Damion into her pussy, where his hard virility fit her womanhood like a key in a lock? Or should she sandwich him in between her mammoth knockers, carrying him in her cleavage! Should she.... wait.... What the hell?! No.... can't be.... Across the street, on top of a warm sports car there lay several more pixies = this Flock had raped a different man, and there was one with ocean-blue hair that aroused Lisa's attention.... This other girl made familiar motions with her hands....casting a familiar spell... her man was a blond, surfer-type with his mouth hanging open after being ravaged by dozens of hungry pussies... as expected... and then he began to shrink... shrink? Yes shrink! And the end result was the same; the blond dude's body was reduced in size to pixie-stature, while his penis remained a normal, ten-inches erect! How could this be? Coincidence? Did this other pixie figure out another way to duplicate Lisa's spell? No.... somatic movements... spell forms....verbal theory....intonations....identical to hers! It was her exact same spell! And this slut had stolen it! How? She couldn't have learned it just from watching Lisa's back from across the street! No... had to be more! That was her invention! Her human dildo spell was the ticket to her own company! Her invention! She deserved; demanded royalties from its use! How! How could it have leaked?! What to do....? Confront her... no, she'd deny everything... be tipped off.... no, this merited investigation.. but it had to be subtle....... "Study your opponent...." Lisa hissed to herself as Damion throbbed between her legs. The opponent in question had pearlescent, alabaster skin, fiercely jutting hips and breasts like soccerballs. Her hair was a shimmering, deep blue that conjured images of a tropical ocean. Her face an artist's dream with symmetrical features, high-cheekbones, and eyebrows like calligraphy. Her translucent wings had a grain to them that refracted light into rainbow snowflakes. But there was something in her eyes.... a regalness to her bearing... drive and ambition....it made Lisa suspect that she was not a stripper-whore like most of her kind. That might change things. But Lisa knew what to do. It would require subtlety... she'd come at this thief sideways...this couldn't go unpunished.... and she already had a plan! First to get the hell out of here, before she was scooped-up by the police. Lisa crawled to the side yard between two of the townhouses to catch her breath and muster up the stamina to fly again. A hoarse cry alerted her to a human policewoman trembling on the side-walk. Once she'd been a mouse-haired brunette with a wiry figure, but as the front of her uniform erupted outwards, all could see that 'wiry' would never again be used to describe the parody of womanhood that her figure had become. Her center of balance shifted as her blossoming boobs hit cantaloupe size while she fumbled in the grass searching for something. Oh yeah, she dropped her ring. Most first-responders these days were equipped with magic-suppressive iron rings but.... something must have gone wrong with this one. Of course, for PFF mop-ups most departments sought women officers, not trusting the men to refrain from nude, naked pixie flesh laid out before them. But if women didn't prepare properly..... It was too late for mouse-haired police woman, especially since her hair was hot pink now, and her breasts seemed to swell up in size every three seconds. Hmm.... hot pink hair.... could Lisa have been a fault? Well, no helping it now. Not that it bothered Lisa. She knew that many humans dreaded the spontaneous reaction that sometimes occurred in women exposed to Fae biology; the transformation into magical hypersluts. But it just made the women more like Fae, more like Lisa; and she saw nothing wrong with making humans more like herself. But the pink pixie was wary of reprisals. But really, if she could get away with it, Lisa wouldn't mind hyper-sexualizing any woman that crossed her path. But wait a sec. Lisa saw something potentially useful; Police-gal had dropped her phone in the confusion resulting from her transformation. Annnd.... Yes! Cell with a camera feature! Lisa took a few shots of her blue-haired rival in the arts of sexual sorcery, and emailed them to her own phone; which she had dropped when she'd shed her clothes to join the Flocking and rape Damion. Yes.... Lisa had a plan! She fluttered off at miniature size as the transforming human below gasped in shock; staring at her stupendous, melon-sized whoppers, fingers sinking knuckle deep on each hand as the cop struggled to get a handle on her prodigious endowments. With little gasps of shock, she experimentally tested each titanic tit with quick squeezes, each producing tight squirts of sweet milk. As Lisa's distance from the woman increased, the last she saw of her was the transformed woman suddenly looking as though she'd put her hand on a hot stove; and immediately thrust a hand down her pants, to furiously frig her own crotch. She'd never known anything quite like the breeding lust of the Fae, much less the moist yearning of a PFF! This former human would probably be treated just like the other pixies, and unless they caught her soon, in moments she'd be impaling herself on one of many erect penises lying there exposed. Matt had to tug at his own pants as he stood outside the door to the apartment. It wasn't just that his erections were harder, or longer lately; but rather when he got close... - too close, his penis seemed to almost leap with ecstasy. Most women would have reacted with violence at the least should they discover a man of his size standing at their open door, peering in at them. Of course; most women would not be flagrantly masturbating before a door they hadn't even bothered to completely close. But no, perhaps masturbation was the wrong word, since the tool she was using to pleasure herself was alive! Matt suppressed a grunt of lust as he stared at the full-sized pixie woman on a cushy recliner, a bucket of ice housing a bottle of champagne off to the right in impending celebration as she sat there, fully nude. Her belly was shiny and taut with pregnancy, as a wriggling figure thrashed near her groin. " Still taking... Graduate courses.... professor.....*NNNNNGH*..... need AAAAAAAAA'sssssss...." The woman-sized pixie hissed towards the pixie-sized man at her crotch. It was difficult to hear his reply; at six inches tall and between the legs of a full-size woman his voice did not carry well. "Say it.....Professor...." She hissed between ruby-red lips. "mmmhhmhmhm..." Matt couldn't hear a clear reply. Lisa's tits careened with a series of plump jiggles as her nipples hardened. Matt was experienced enough with pixies to know that what went on was no longer about breeding; this was for fun. No one with eyes or ears would have missed the fact that there was a Pixie Flocking recently, and Lisa was knocked up with whatever stud the flock had raped. No.... the dildo-man she was now using was here just for fun! "Say it!" "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" Matt heard that! Closer examination revealed that this was someone Matt knew, Professor Berkowitz, the hard-ass accounting department head known for his lack of sympathy for Fae students. Now, his balding, salt-and-pepper head was nuzzling Lisa's clit as his hips throbbed. His tiny body undulating as his full-length dick slid rhythmically into her, guided by a delicate finger. Cloudy with a Chance of Pixies Ch. 02-03 As the final, volcanic ejaculation ripped into the magically-reduced professor it seemed as if Lisa's pussy was sucking him in vampirically as he spasmed out of control. Matt had lost all control at this point; if these Fae sluts had no notion of modesty, why should he? Slipping inside, Mat let his pants fall, and his penis surge. His throbbing meat had surpassed nine inches, and he stepped over the threshold of the door, baring his manhood in obscene invitation. Lisa seemed not to notice at first that Matt had entered, her eyes squeezed shut with erotic pleasure. Mat gurgled his lust wordlessly. A small, lavendar-haired pixie fluttered up to Matt's ear and twittered. The tiny fae had the physique of a fitness model with a fetish for hair dyes. "Not enough, stud. Mom needs more from you..." She was just a pixiespawn; a more recent one. Pixies, and most fae didn't so much choose to have children, with Earth's abundant man supply, the only choice was whether to curtail their bottomless need to seduce and fuck and birth half-human young. And Lisa's willpower was surprising. For a pixie. Another blond pixie buzzed around Matt's ass before settling for his naked cock. She gripped his mighty penis and dug her legs into the skin near the base and began humping his manmeat suggestively, using him for stripper-pole practice. He remembered her; the little blond slut already showed signs of a manic sex drive, no chance of her resisting the Fae stripper-whore stereotype. But these two were immature; while they looked like supermodels with boob-jobs, (pixies were just born that way) they were stuck at six-inch size. That was what separated juveniles from adults, their size-control magic. So these young ones would stew in their own impotent lusts, the forms and figures of the most gorgeous of women, unable to consummate their desires with a man for many years while their powers matured. "Gonna.... need... more....from you...." The blond pixiespawn hissed as she gyrated herself upon Matt's raging cock. "N-no.... I helped Lisa..." Matt stammered; having this little slut humping his erect dick wasn't helping his self-control at all. "B-Biff.... Biff Bronson, he was mean to... all the Fae on campus; thought he could score extra points with human girls by juvenile stunts, pulling pixie wings, twisting elf-ears. But I got him for you.... trapped him....Now he belongs to Lisa..." "Old news Loverboy, That was months ago..." It was Lisa herself. She rose to a sitting posture, belly throbbing with young, breasts starting to dribble with short streams of ripe milk. She had a plush, carrying case next to the recliner, one that Matt was all too familiar with. Reaching into it, she produced a blond, brutish human dildo with the proportions of a linebacker's build, but at the tiny pixie size. Biff snarled in lust, thrashing against his sexy fate. Hoisted by a normal-length penis, Lisa brushed the head of his cock between the ample valleys of her glistening cleavage. "Come closer, Matt." No need to ask twice! Two of her pixiespawn giggled behind him as he approached in a trance. With Biff held in one hand, and Professor Berkowitz's member now stuck between her toes on her right foot, she beckoned Matt towards her. Bending towards his cock.... lips ruby red, wider... closer... And she inhaled his manhood! Slipping around his length, she encased his rampant penis in the wet heat of her mouth as the sparkles of magic appeared. Matt didn't understand all the details, but it got easier and easier for her to cast her dildo spell the more often it was used on a guy. By now, for him, it was effortless. But the sensation was like a lightning bolt to his dick - he was even harder, hornier if that was possible as a weightless feeling swept over the rest of him. He quivered, feeling a familar floating euphoria as his body proportions were radically altered to transform him into a living sex-toy. The urge - the need to spew was far larger, as Matt got smaller, the raging rut swept aside everything; as if his erect penis left no room for rational thought. He already felt the sperm burning to escape, just release.... release... But Lisa removed him from her mouth, toying - teasing - rubbing his cockhead in circles around her aureolas while pinching his member expertly, maddeningly arousing him while strangling the orgasm to come. Down lower, as she had so many times before - down past her now jacuzzi-sized cleavage (From his perspective) around her silken navel as it swelled with young - each pulse of the life within her was a delicious torment. With his current size, her belly was like a throbbing cottage filled to the brim with life and fertility, she was a giantess of lustful, sensual delight. At last, the moment of truth, Matt kicked his miniaturized legs as the promised land of pussy approached. Closer, closer...he jerked his hips towards her clit, counting the moments until he could be plunged within her... Her breath seemed as baited as his own, he squeezed his buttocks and thrust his hips... even a moments delay too much when waiting to be plunged inside her. Yes... brushing against her outer lips as she held his dick between two fingers... Yes... "See Matt; I've got a problem...." Lisa interjected. Matt wanted to say that his penis would solve all her problems, but somehow all that came out was a quavering gurgle. On a nearby coffee table, there was a thick book with spell-notes and formulae, she absentmindedly flicked a few pages with Biff's dick as he quivered in longing. And then... Disaster.... Betrayal... after coming soooo close.... Lisa plunged his member.... Not into her juicy cunt, but rather into the nearby bucket of ice for the champagne! "NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" "Sorry stud, but you're going to have to work for your - my pussy." The lovely giantess said above him, as Matt thrashed in shock and thwarted desire. "I have a problem.... and I need an outsider to help.... she'll just clam up and deny it all if I start poking around myself." "Wh-why...." Matt sobbed. "Because you'll have to.... you need to do whatever I want. I've got you by the balls.... in more ways than one." She smiled sharkishly down at him. "I've always been a financially-minded pixie, and it's high-time I took advantage of the side-effect of my dildo spell." "I...I need..." "Ohhh... I know what youuuuuu need..." She drawled mischeviously. " Because we both know that my dildo spell is incredibly addictive! Your dick gets a little bigger each time, harder for longer, and your body starts to crave that added male potency. Guys get scared, frightened, angry at first.... but then they start to need it, you'll drive yourself up a wall unless you get to fuck me with the spell cast on you, and I intend to reap the benefits!" She gave a raspy, yet girlish chuckle. "There's another Pixie; I found out she's still an undergraduate at Madison U, a blue-haired pixie with the widest hips you've ever seen. You're gonna find her... you're gonna spy on her... do whatever you have to do.... to find out how she got a hold of my human dildo spell!" Lisa took out her cell phone, held it near her spell book as she tapped several keys to email the pic of the blue pixie to Matt's phone. And Matt knew he'd have little choice.... Berkowitz would sacrifice his academic integrity, and he would have to find a way to fulfill this quest.... anything to cum inside her! Anything to become her sex-tool and blow his seed at her, in her, on her! ANYTHING!!!! ********** Marsha tapped her foot impatiently Her cheerleader uniform rumpled, but she hardly cared. Finally! The nurse just told her that it was alright to visit her mother. All this waiting! So frustrating! Being one of the last truly human cheerleaders at Madison U. was aggravating enough. Marsha scampered through the sterile hallways of the hospital to quickly reach the entrance to the magical accidents ward. On the way, she passed the hospital room of a permanently invisible man, (Not sure if he was in there now, though.) and another room where a curving wall of beige flesh bulged out so far it was visible to passersby in the hallway. Boob spell gone waaaaaay wrong. Could always be worse, she supposed. For years, the real, talented cheerleaders had been replaced by these ditzy, balloon-boobed celestial-sluts with their run-away sex-drives and mischievous magic. But Marsha's blond-goddess looks and athletic talent had been enough to secure her a place on the squad, even in this age. But like a growing number of humans, she was less enchanted by the Fae and more worried about what the future would hold. And now, all her fears about the Fae had hit home. Well, at least mom wasn't restrained. If this really was her mother. The creature reclining on the hospital bed might have been the illegal experiment of a mad-scientist of plastic surgery. No one made breast implants that large, no one. Ponderous melons with a diameter close in length to Marsha's forearm swayed and bounced with each breath. The already flimsy hospital gown was strained to capacity by explosive hills of orphanage-feeding breast cleavage. Perhaps years of surgery and tummy-tucks could produce so svelte and feminine a figure - on a porn star, perhaps. And her face. Not that it wasn't pretty - far from it. An aquiline sculpture taken from the wet-dreams of a Pygmalion more talented than any Earthly artist of beautiful women. Framed by sky-blue cascades of hair like a sunny day of passion in a spring meadow. But it was disturbing to Marsha in a subtle way that was difficult to put into words. Her mother's looks were perfect in an eerie, unwholesome sense - yes, certainly human enough, but there was a bizarre quality as though she was a video-game fantasy-babe, or sex-cartoon. "Ooohhhh.... I was wrong, honey-bun, could you hand me that nozzle next to the bed." Well, that was something of a relief. Marsha couldn't be sure that this sex-demon before her had ever been her fifty-plus year-old mother. There was so little of her old appearance left that Marsha wouldn't recognize her on the street. But honey-bun was her mom's pet name for her. "Uhhh... yeah sure... m-mom." "Yes, baby it's me. It' shocking I know, but.... I think in time... I can get used to this." When she had the nozzle in hand, the woman pulled down her gown, exposing a turgid nipple to Marsha's wide-mouthed astonishment. "I thought.... one milking a day would be enough but oooohh.... these new tits.... ahhhhh!" A machine began to churn under the bed, and her hardened, thimble-like nipples began to gush creamy whiteness into the tubes. "Ohhhhh mom.... that fae whore.... I can't believe she would do this to you!" Marsha exclaimed over her mother's moans of ecstasy as she was milked like a dairy-cow. "What are the police doing to find this... Lisae.... Luri urh... Lisa creature?" "It's..... c-complicated honey-bun.... AAAHHHHH.... OHHHHHHHH mah boobs..... errhhhhh.... The courts you see... And Congress.... they're still debating the legalities of magic, and magical transformations... what kind of crime it is, if it's a crime, the last two anti-magic laws have been overturned in court. See.... it's because a lot of eroticized women decide not to press charges. It seems.... frightening... at first but... when you get used to it.... OOOhhh...." She moaned as a potent spurt of milk blasted out of the pump tubes, as her left hand crept under the gown between her legs, to fondle her own well-juiced cunt. "MOM!" Marsha actually slapped her mother's hand away from her own crotch. "This isn't you! You're a successful figure in the fields of international finance and business! You can't..... this just can't go on! I know you... you're not like those other whores that just accept becoming magical sluts! You wanna go back mom! I know it! I know my mother would want to become what she was again!" " I know baby but... it's just not that easy - you know what the thaumaturgists say - trying to add more magic on top of magic.... will just make it worse in most cases!" She moaned, as she bucked her hips. "What... what about surgery? Maybe.... maybe with smaller boobs... not so much milk.... you could wear bras again...." Marsha was becoming frantic. "It's been tried by others. But.... this is the real me now, and... this is what I'll grow to become, whatever nips and tucks they make. And some doctors say surgery in this case just leads to more complications." "There's got to be something I can do for you!" Marsha whined. "Yes, Marsha. You.... you remember that football player you used to date? The blond one?" "Huh? Biff? You mean Biff Bronson? What's he got to do with anything?" "Yes.... you uh... you said that you got mad at him when you found a big-breast magazine in his apartment?" "Yeah? So? I got nothing to say to some sicko porno freak." "Well.... since we know he likes.... chesty girls... and.. and since you're not seeing him... do you think he could...." Marsha's expression darkened as the realization hit her. Her transformed mother continued. "Can you call him? Bring him here?" "Mom? You... you wouldn't...?" "I've been thinking about that stud all morning. I think he would fuck me! I'm sure of it!!!" "MOOOOOM!!!! NO WAAAAAY!!!" Never heard her cool, calm businesswoman mother talk that way before. "You think I'm wrong? Look at these tits! My face!!! I saw it in a mirror! I know I'm beautiful! My skin... so smooth.... for a man's hand... when he caresses me... he'll want me. He will...." Her voice deepened into a feral grunt. "When Biff sees me, touches me... nothing in the world will stop him from fucking me!" "Nooooo.... noooo you can't be saying this?!!" "You don't understaaaaaand Honey Bun; I... want to be my old self again... sure.... but - right now... I want a MAN more than I want to be myself! I need him.... I need his hands upon me!" She closed her eyes, furrowed her brow as an erotic reverie took hold of her. "The man.... he'll loose control when he sees me... my tits.... my ass - You don't know.... how wet I am now." Actually, Marsha did. She could see the glistening between her mother's thighs as her drenching pussy moistened with obscene longing. "Your Biff will pound me; he'll ravage me with his manstick, as I lie helpless before his raging lust. He won't care how much I want his cock; I will want him, but he'll be consumed with the need to use me to release the heat of his male urges. His seed.... His seed will take root in me!" "G- get a hold of yourself Mom!!!" Marsha shook her mother's shoulders. "Haven't you.... haven't you wanted a little sister, Marsha?" "Wh- when I was like, Eight!" "Think about it that way! You'll get a little sister.... When your boyfriend plunders my fertile body with his iron-hard cock! Cum.... He'll cum inside me!" Her eyes were shut, her hospital gown darkening from her own womanly juices that continued to wet her whorish slit. He'll force his seed into me... manhandle me... drive me to pleasures as I become a true woman... his seed... his young.... I will be ripe with his male reward!" Marsha was beginning to see why male hospital staff were forbidden direct patient contact in cases like this. "I see how it is... baby. You think I'll steal Biff.... for myself... Even though you're not together now... a part of you still cares about him." She breathed. Marsha grit her teeth. Her mom could usually see through her. Now it was doubly disturbing. "It's not forever honey; I just need him to fuck me. Just a few times. Just need your football-playing Biff to fuck me deep, force his seed into my womb. I need to feel him inside me, for just a while. I know he'll want me; I know he'll fuck me - he won't rest until he pins me to the bed....to ram himself between my legs...Don't....don't need to keep him. Not for long. He'll come to me.... cum in me.... I'll have no choice but to bear his seeeeeeed!." Was that supposed to make Marsha feel better? If anything, it only got worse. As the cups slipped off her milking tits, some sort of spontaneous rut-reflex came over her. Marsha's mother raised her hips, as if to receive a phantom lover, and with a grunt, her legs spread themselves in what seemed an involuntary reaction. Inarticulate cries of ecstasy tore themselves from the blue-haired hyperslut's throat. Marsha would not have believed it at first, but the reddening of her mother's cheeks, the gleaming sweat, the pungent scent - and the added wetness; she knew....Marsha knew that her mother had just climaxed right here, in front of her daughter! just by thinking about a man! Legs, spread wide, hips raised in eager anticipation... Marsha became convinced that this transformation included some kind of forced breeding reflex! She wanted to stop this! She wanted to slap this sex-monster who had taken over her mother's body! She wanted....wanted to sniff further the strange, tangy aroma of arousal that hung in the air..... NO!!! Everyone knew that Fae could do a lot of damage by releasing powerful sex-pheromones! She wouldn't.... couldn't let herself be influenced! So the college-aged cheerleader backed away from this silky-skinned, sky-blue haired, hyper-curvaceous nympho sex-bomb that had once been her middle-aged, graying-haired coldly-pragmatic business woman mother. She had never before been in a situation where she felt sexual rivalry from her mother! Her Mother! More than twice her age! Or..... should have been twice her age....the magic of faerie had upended the balance of nature and aging. What could Marsha say? how to respond to this madness?! She backed frantically out of the hospital room. Mom didn't seem to notice; as she groaned about: "I feel him... Feel his cock inside meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" She thrashed, making a series of squealing moans as her body was rocked by aftershocks of lust! Her thighs glistened, pussy drenching to prepare for a phantom cock that would not come. Her breasts, freed from the nozzles, fountained their fertility in sparkling white arcs of milk. Marsha's lip quivered in horror as she beheld the Price of this magic. Yes, these days there were lots of spells floating around that would give a woman her youth back - not to mention a figure no woman should have; but not everyone today understood what it meant. The price of magical beauty was a nymphomania beyond madness! "That pixie whore Lisa slut will pay..... oh how she will pay...." growled the cheerleader as she stormed away, blocking out the sounds of the sex-monster wailing in ecstasy. ********** Not that Matt was overly prejudiced, but some stereotypes about the Fae just helped you save time. Especially if you were looking for one particular Fae and didn't have a lot to go on. He paid the cover charge and stepped boldly into the main lobby of the G-spot. Dance and Strip-club. If you were looking for a Unicorn you checked nature preserves and forest ranger stations. Sirens or Mermaids you wanted nude beaches or swimming pools. Nymphs you wanted.... well, yeah a lot of them could be found in strip clubs too.... come to think of it, nearly all Fae species found the allure of jiggling their nude bodies for men on stage to be irresistible, so it was a good place to start in any event. The establishment had seen record-breaking profits in the years since the Celestial Conjunction, and now it sported three night-club style dance floors magically levitated on different stories of the facility. Each of the four levels had its own stripper stage, and discreet miniature pixies fluttered around towards the ears of patrons taking drink orders, while full-sized Fae gyrated and jiggled on poles. A silvery haired pixie with plump lips fluttered to his shoulder as he settled into a cushy, lip-shaped chair-couch. She alighted on him with a barely noticeable touch and entered a seductive dance routine. Matt gulped at her figure, much of her torso was obscured by the buoyant treasures of her bikini-clad chest. The pixie seemed to read his thoughts. Cloudy with a Chance of Pixies Ch. 02-03 "Think about how biiiiiiig these tits would be if I made myself full-sized!" she moaned. " Get a lapdance from me and you can find out... or, we have private rooms upstairs.... for a more.... discreet performance." The silvery-haired fae gurgled with delight; it was clear that giving Matt such attentions was as appealing to her as it was to him. But he wasn't here for that.... Well, not ONLY for that. "Can I get a complementary dance?" Matt asked over the booming din of the soundtrack. Silvery pixie moaned while she luridly caressed herself atop his shoulder. "Sorry.... not allowed to give more than one these days..." she responded regretfully. Figures. The great irony was that, while horny fae seemed ideally suited to lusty lives of adult entertainment, an individual pixie normally didn't stay employed for long at a strip club. It was just too hard for them to resist fucking the club customers - sometimes in the public lobby! Couldn't resist that crazed fae reproductive instinct, and most would get too pregnant to be good dancers. Sure, fae pregnancies were a lot faster than humans, but once a pixie got popular as a regular, with more and more guys seeking her out... even the best strippers would succumb to their faerie nature and screw any man ogling her. Soon, she'd be getting knocked up each night, and would have to miss performances due to the demands from her gravid body, as she happily squeezed out the young fathered from random patrons. In fact, the young beauty just stepping up to the stage now was essentially human. Probably a Madison U. undergrad working off her tuition. Seemed like a light-skinned hispanic girl, but her hair glittered in a flowing rainbow pattern showing her magical augmentations. Really, Spelled humans did make better employees at a place like this, if they could overcome the gnawing hunger of magical nymphomania. So most clubs kept a reliable stable of human regulars, and rotated in fresh crops of pixies and forest nymphs, dismissing them as their willpower failed, when they allowed random male customers to breed them until they could barely fly with the weight of young growing in their bellies. "I'm..... looking for someone." Matt informed the silver pixie in between gasps of breath as he settled into a couch in a curtained backroom reserved for lap-dances, as the magnitude of the boobage arrayed before him became apparent. "A...p-pixie..." "Aaaaand you've found me, stud!" the pixie chirped, as she began to sway and sashay for his eyes alone. She did a trick practiced by many Fae when alone with a hot guy.... or, almost any guy able to muster up a hard cock. She pulled on her bikini straps as she grew out her boobs, quickly rupturing the straps as mammaliam mountains catapulted into view with a girth like pillowy watermelons. "I'm looking f-for.... for.... ohhh... fuckit..." "You mean to saayyyyyyyy....." The pixie drawled. "Fuck Me!" Ohhhhhh.... hell yes..... She tried her best to perform the expected routine of bumps, grinds, and humping motions into his crotch, but soon enough she succumbed to her nature and gratefully unzipped his pants. Matt thrashed with excitement as she sucked his cock raw, then pulling aside her bikini bottoms as she unceremoniously impaled herself upon his too-rigid manhood. No longer a true stripper, the pixie was using this establishment for easy access to the whorish sex she craved. She thrust, humped, slid herself along Matt's pulsating penis, burying his face between her tit mountains, almost as if she thought hiding his eyes with sloping walls of boobage would hide her guilty violation of the no-sex rules. Loosing control in a spasm of hyper-stimulation, Matt's legs thrashed as he began to spurt into the inviting womanhood of this faerie whore. She brought her plump lips close to his ear, and growled her lust. "Fuck meeeeee..... need it.. fuuuuck...." she demanded, as if he needed any more encouragement. She lingered, as he pumped his manseed into her slick folds, her own tightness squeezing, milking his manstick. "Soooo male...." she grunted in bliss. She gave experimental squeezes his her lower muscles, as if to test him, coax just a little more sperm from him. And that was just the complimentary free lap dance! This whore had practically raped him for free! Had she been human, there might be some doubt but for a pixie this close to a PFF, it was almost unthinkable that she wouldn't be pregnant with Matt's seed. But Matt just didn't feel right trying to ask her questions after the free dance; and silver pixie was grateful to stay for another song or two, even as Matt's magically-accursed cock arose faster than humanly possible for round two. ********** Eliellenelleen, or 'Ellen' as she encouraged humans to call her, emerged from the restroom caressing herself. The silvery haired pixie was impressed; she'd experienced a lot of magically-augmented penises since coming to Earth, but that feverish-looking guy she'd just given a lap-dance-fuck to was the most potent guy she'd been with tonight! Not bothering to put on her top, she decided to work the floor, rather than the stage, looking for her next cock. Her impossible tits wavered and bounced in the steamy stripclub air. She postured herself near a promising table filled with members of a black fraternity; allowing them to get a juicy eyefull of her chest in profile as she turned to the side, pretending to use her phone. Sometimes, it was nice to let the guys actually come to her! Hold on... this wasn't her phone! She must've dropped it in her sexual euphoria.... this.... this must belong to her latest customer/stud. Hmm..... this picture on it.... looked like pages from someone's spellbook! Yeah.... Ellen, mischevious pixie that she was decided to copy what she could of the spell, and surreptitiously use it on a few hot guys that needed a little more kick below the belt! Yeah.... looking at the spell-forms... yes, it was the same. Her finely-tuned magical senses detected traces of this spell on the guy she'd fucked, so why not share the wealth? Best she'd had all night at least! Hmm..... Ellen smiled impishly as she recalled some of her girlfriends complaining about their boyfriends' under-performance in the sack... why not spread the good word to some of her gal-pals! ********** It was a simple prank; but Biff Bronson vowed not to let these fairy sluts win. He wasn't totally sure what kind of slut she was, but this one had silver hair and weird sparkling skin, but she was one of them, definitely one of them, with those tits, and those waaaay long legs. She stood up on a bench outside the Student Administration building and her surreptitiously unzipped backpack tumbled open, spilling all her books and possessions into a nearby puddle. Not much, but it was something. It would send a message that Biff wasn't going to kowtow to these alien sluts like everybody else. He wouldn't be lining up like the other guys for a chance at some magical pussy. Except that one time.... that ONE time with that pink pixie slut Lisa. Just that ONE time and she'd put her addictive human dildo spell on him! Bitch!! Biff kicked an outdoor waste bin in frustration. But the slut couldn't keep him locked up all the time, no.... that would be too suspicious. So he still had chances to get back at the Fae. And score points with real, human chicks! There was a whole class of hot babes that were just not willing to risk boob magic, and reaaaaaaally resented the Fae making every guy go gaga. With so many boys chasing pixie, elf, and nymph pussy, that left a fertile field for Biff! As he closed and locked the door to his dorm, he felt around in his pockets for a little black book.... yeah! Not just phone numbers from babes, but they were numbers of women he'd met just from talking shit about Fae, or because he was known to have the balls to pull off stunts that left them on their asses like they belonged. So many guys chased Fae; and Biff didn't, soooo..... he must be special. That's what some of the regular babes must've been thinking! So Biff told himself. Oh yeah... he flipped open the small book. "Susie.... brunette with blond highlights, a real actual human woman! With a great ass! It was soon after he'd superglued a pixie's wings together after she'd passed out drunk and nude on a men's only floor of the Dorms. Susie had heard.... and that made her interested! Or Kaylee, Hispanic looking chick with a deep, bronzish tan, and hair that was about the same color. Striking and exotic! She'd seen him douse a forest nymph's perennially green and flower-sprouting hair with the most potent herbicide the hardware store could sell. Kaylee hadn't ratted him out, he'd chatted her up, and banged her just last week! Not that he didn't relish the shock and confusion he caused. Those fae bitches! Getting back at them was almost as fun as all the pussy he got from fellow fae-haters. Now, he had a chance to really get back at that blasted Lisa pixie! A moment of weakness..... or maybe it was a seduction spell he didn't remember, and he wound up a living dildo for her sexual pleasure! The pixie had had a change of heart recently; she'd sent off that Matt loser to find another pixie who'd copied the dildo spell, but it seemed like Lisa was kinda regretting that she wasn't nicer to the poor fool. So she decided to make Biff do more dirty work for her! She'd given Biff this potion to give Matt, something that supposedly would make up for treating him like a tool. But to do that, she'd been treating Biff like a tool! She made HIM deliver the potion, blackmailing him with her pussy again! Only by doing her bidding would he become a living dildo for her moist cunt again! Biff's penis throbbed as he grunted in outrage inside his dorm room! Already, the tingling cravings had begun. It started like butterflies in the stomach, such as what you might experience before a stressful public performance. But it grew from there - to his cock! From there, waves of hardening desire boiled outwards from Biff's dick (and probably for all the guys Lisa had ensnared this way.) A lust that weakened, sapping strength and concentration from his efforts. The world was less sweet, his game was off. He was like an amateur at any of his cherished sports. Only the dildo spell, and Lisa's pussy would put things right! But the pixie was concerned for Matt! Not Biff, Matt! But Biff had a way to even the score! That was when the knock resounded at his door. Marsha. Marsha Caldwell. Speak of the devil; he'd just been thinking about real, human women, and here she is! "We need to talk." "If that's all you want, babe." "Stow it dick-brain, we got more important things to talk about!" "Well now I'm curious. And horny. But also very curious." The blond, busty cheerleader came in and plopped herself down on a Papasan chair in the corner. Before the conjunction, Marsha would have been smokin' hot stuff. But these days, with supernatural supermodels willing to drop their drawers at the hint of a penis, most guys just didn't want to bother with trying to figure out a 'real' woman. "It's my Mom." "Uh-huh." Biff was already starting to lose interest. "That damned pixie whore! She did her thing her.... hyper sexy nymphomaniac thing!" Biff perked up. He'd heard stories of wiiiiiiiild transformations lately. "You don't mean..... uh oh...." Biff smiled sharkisly. "Did some pixie cast an accidental spell that turned your old lady into a magical hyper-slut?" Marsha growled. "....just have to keep her away from Men but.... you're the one to go to, Everyone says. They say you've got a stick up your ass about the Fae. "And I'm with you alllll the way!" "Sure babe, what do you know about this pixie?" "Pink hair.... gets pregnant all the time, nothing unusual about that - got an internship with some stock-trading company out of Madison U. Weird fairy name.... Lisae... Lisaeluri - something." "Goes by the name Lisa...." Biff finished. ********** "Are we too late?" asked the tall, blond Team MVP as he shrugged off his letter-jacket and strode through the door to the Sigma-Lambda-Upsilon-Tau Sorority House. A Fae Sorority. Mostly pixie. It hadn't taken much to cajole blond MVP and his basketball team into a Fae sorority house for a drunken party, but these guys had just missed the excitement. "Ohhhhh..... you guys heard about the PFF." stated a cherry-red haired pixie with a wide apple-bottom like a rapper's girlfriend. "Hell yeah," continued a brawny, bald black player. "You pixies are supposed to go nuts over cock and fuck anything that moves! Worth the trip to Madison U just for that." "I don't even care if we win the big game tomorrow!" Joked a spiky-haired red-headed guy. "So sorry guys;" began a dark-haired pixie wearing a only a flimsy, wet T-short and a pink bikini bottom. "We've finished now, the flocking instinct was passed." She seemed regretful, staring pointedly at the broad shoulders and bulging shorts of several black players, as if in longing. "But I've got a great idea...." it was Lisa, emerging with a splash from inside the punch-bowl in her tiny form. So much easier to spike the punch from the inside. Not that most pixies needed much encouragement. As an Alumni, Lisa no longer had a room in the actual house, but the undergraduate pixies always welcomed successful graduates like her. "How about this;" Lisa, dripping wet with red punch flew in lazy circles around the basketball team. "Since you boys missed the excitement of hundreds of pixie-nymphos fucking you to exhaustion at once...." Several moans of excitement from the crowd. "We really should do our best to recreate the experience in its entirety for our honored guestssss.... " Lisa tried to fake a drunken drawl to her voice, to make the humans believe she was drunk and vulnerable. "But let's make it a little more....fair..." Lisa giggled. "Oh yeah, fair how? I thought you fae bitches were hornier than erh.... a bunch of really horny women.... who... uh don't get sex a lot." "But see, the thing is - I didn't really get enough cock during the flocking - so many pixies, not enough guys.... never enough...." She buzzed the face of the bald player, showing her curves in profile. "See, I want the reverse of the PFF - instead of a hundred pixies on one cock - I want...." "You want a piece of MVP dick!" bellowed the blond, cocky jock. Fully confident that the Fae sex-drive would reward his bluster. "Maybe I do...." Lisa flew in close orbit around the stiffening tent of denim at the front of MVP's crotch. "You know how girls are.... we want attention.... relationships... we want a man to make us feel special." At this point, doors where opening as the entire S.L.U.T. sorority gathered in the living room, pixies began alighting on the second story bannister and along couches, posturing their beauty for the men. "Yeah but.... everybody says that Fae girls are like these out-of-control hyper-nymphos and... and they actually like it when you call them sluts!" MVP protested. Lisa pouted. "Nothing in life is ever that simple stud; we still love it when a man pays attention only to us; tells us how special we are... and I want more one-on-one attention." "Yeah, so?" "Sooooo..... I don't have any doubt that all these horny girls will do there best to give you a test of a PFF. But I wanna make a bet with you, Mr. 'Most Virile Player'," She giggled. "If I can make you cum in your pants without casting a spell, you'll fuck only me this whole night. As much as we both want. " His blond brow furrowed, as he weighed the pros and cons. "Even after tonight; you can call me up anytime you need to get your rocks off!" she hissed lurdily. "Anytime eh?" She nodded. "What the hell, either way I get laid; and erhh.. you're gonna make me cum without some weird fairy spell?" Lisa smiled sharkishly. Just then, the dark-haired wet T-shirt pixie began to moan sensuously. "I was wrong...." She told the assembled players. "The Flocking instinct.... it hasn't passed! I...I feel it... I want you.... to feel me!" she gurgled. Eyelids fluttering, antennae curling and uncurling, she thrust herself against a lanky player with a goatee and grasped his hand, pressing it against her lush bosom. "Ohhhhh..... F-feel how hard my nipples are! Dark pixie wailed. "Cup them..grope them... feel how my breasts throb when a man touches them. So warm..." A black player with a scar on his chin correctly deduced that the wet T-shirt pixie wouldn't mind a beefy, male hand upon her other breast as well. The men began feeling, fondling groping the preternatural curves of the fae slut. Nearly delirious with lust, she continued speaking; "Most teams.... have a home field... a team mascot... and you need....me....mmmmmh - make me... MAKE ME YOUR TEAM WHORE!!!!" She shrieked in delight as the wet T-shirt was torn from her, as muscled, male arms bore her bodily into the crowd of men, so long had these Fae lived on Faerie without men; now she would glut herself on sex! "Eyes on the prize, stud." Said Lisa, diverting MVP's attention from the dark pixie gleefully surrendering her body to the team with a thin finger that tilted his chin back towards her. She had quickly resumed full human stature, and her nude body glistened with moisture from the punch bowl as she began gyrating. For this blond hunk, it would be a stripper dance with a twist. A support pillar near the center of the room took the place of a pole as she began her routine. Being slim and lithe, Lisa was no less adept at the stripper arts than pixies who actually worked in the clubs. The techniques of erotic dance seemed ingrained in the collective subconscious of the species; a needed survival tool for a race with no men of their own. She started slow, with languid hip gyrations. Thrusting her naked groin into his field of view, then quickly turning to jiggle the moon-like hemispheres of her ass in his face. Upon Lisa's pearlescent flesh, star-like sparkles of glistening moisture teased and tantalized MVP, as his hardening rod tightened his pants ever further. He leaned closer.... yes... that was it... closer. She played a seductive game; though nude, she attempted to to thrust and jiggle her bowling-ball-sized boobs in such a way as to prevent him from ever seeing all of them at once, captivating and thwarting him at the same time. The Sigma Lambda Upsilon Tau house, meanwhile was erupting in chaos as the pixie undergrads tried their darndest to get back in the rhythm of the PFF. But in truth, it was more like a sexual free-for-all. The male ratio was much higher - the pixies outnumbering the men by only 3 to 1. Soon, it was difficult to keep track of who a man might be having sex with - pixies rotated penises and partners faster than any could keep track. All the while, the dark-haired pixie never miniaturized herself, but lay sprawled out on the floor; groaning about her warm her tits were, and begging to be fucked. MVP's breaking point came less than a minute later as Lisa began to grind her delicious ass against his straining denim pants. Though familiar with the protocol of the stripper lapdance, he could not resist touching, caressing.... and finally - licking her smooth flesh. Lisa chuckled; that had been the surrender she had been waiting for - his tongue pressed into her Venus mound and he tasted the droplets of fruit punch she had been covered with - punch with Lisa had spiked with her own milk. MVP began gyrating, thrashing - as a surge of sexual potency burned through him. He was lucky; Lisa's body was unusually dangerous now. As a man exposure to Lisa's hyper-active hormones would only throw him into a sex-rage beyond normal control. Had a woman tasted her just now, she would be ripened in under a minute into a pastel-haired, milk-spurting hyper-slut. Cloudy with a Chance of Pixies Ch. 02-03 But the blond basketball star merely howled in ecstasy as his pelvis jerked spasmodically. Yes... no doubt... the whole house could sense his climax! "YESSSSS!!" Squealed wet T-shirt pixie, but more likely from the potent black cock spearing her willing womb with slick, rhythmic thrusts; rather than Lisa's success. "You're mine now, stud. In more ways than one..." Lisa purred. MVP, suspecting nothing merely nodded, and followed the glistening pixie into one of many bedrooms. ********** Most people thought that Biff was merely a mindless mountain of muscle, but now.... with Marsha's help ( her blondness seemed not to hurt her intelligence at all) He'd found a Scrambling spell that would royally screw over Lisa's potion. He'd told Marsha he'd stolen the potion from the pink pixie. (No need to admit the embarrassing truth.) Biff said that he had a way to slip the potion back to Lisa, after some tampering, of course. Biff didn't care about the risk. If Lisa found out... No! Be a man! Strike back! He would not be ruled by these sluts! Damn! It was class time again. Biff had some kinda dumbass environmental studies class. Yeah, supposed to be some kind of field-trip today. He grabbed his backpack, pocketed the potion and headed out with a grumble. Like he cared about any of this crap?! But it was common knowledge that the field trip was going to be crucial to the final - and Biff couldn't flunk out of anymore classes and still play football. Dang! But it turned out to be even more idiotic than Biff thought; the trip was to some water-reclamation-recycling plant! Biff groaned with disgust as the prof explained where they were going and why. The toughest part was not vomiting with disgust on the spot. Biff hated all this enviro-nerd nonsense crap! Really hated almost every academic course he was required to take. But he had to play college ball to get the Scouts to notice him... just swallow your pride and take the bullshit, he mused. For now. Biff stood there, trying not to yawn too loudly, next to a long row with some ginormous wastewater tanks, each bigger than a swimming pool, while some municipal wage-slave dumbass was droning on about recycling, purification, and some other crap. Maybe if he thought about Kierstin's boobs the time would go faster. Hmm..... human girls.... breasts...... Lisa....Lisaeluriel.....NO! Still burning in his groin was the frantic craving to become a human dildo again and ejaculate....ejaculate again... and again... and these pixie-sluts would just keep on breeding, keep on squeezing out more fairy bitches just as horny as their parents. Ejaculate! into that pixie! Damn her! Had to be a way to get around her spell.... As Biff's penis throbbed rhythmically, as he tried to drone out the noise of his education with thoughts of erotica, he failed to notice that trickling, steady leaking from the contaminated potion in his pocket...slowly trailing magical liquid down into a tiny puddle, which seeped ever so slowly down into the wastewater processing pools.... ********** Matt fought the urge to cradle his aching cock. It was at last, time to leave the G-spot. Somehow, despite everything, his penis throbbed slightly as yet another dancer took to the stage. This one lacked pointy ears or sparkly wings; despite her impossibly voluptuous form, she was probably human. A pink-haired over-breasted nympho gyrated and writhed on the pole, wearing a police badge on her flimsy G-string as she glared at the audience with a wide-eyed, hungering nymphomania. Heh, as if any police department would hire her! But another possibility occurred to Matt, She could be a Hyperslut; a human woman whose sexuality had been magically multiplied beyond all reason. Yeah, human girls with just a few enhancement spells could go pretty far in today's world but... the risks... She could wind up just as horny, just as slutty as any pixie! Was it possible? Was this pink-haired magical nympho a real woman transformed? Could she resist allowing customers to impregnate her? Was there a similar fate in store for Matt? What about Biff or that professor bastard? Would it soon be impossible to hide what the magic of faerie had done to them? 1 a.m. and Matt was frantic as he stumbled out of the G-spot. At least he seemed to have some solid leads on the blue pixie with the wide hips, but he also had the worst fatigue in six months. In the end, it had taken nearly twenty lap-dances from a dozen magically-augmented strippers before he'd gotten a likely address. It was a blur in his mind, the different species, breast sizes, rainbow of hair colors. Couldn't remember who was who, some Fae might also use spells to give themselves attractive traits from other species, in the end the surest difference was that the human girls who grinded against his crotch always insisted on payment - whereas when the Fae even remembered money, several of them seemed content to be paid in his sperm. Despite the hours of furtive, frantic sex he'd enjoyed, Matt still had a tingle of yearning for Lisa; specifically her dildo spell. No amount of 'normal' sex would satisfy the addiction! " I know you're still horny..." moaned a feminine voice near some parked cars. A few years ago, before the Celestial Conjunction, Matt would have called the police at the sight that greeted him. A woman with disheveled hair stumbling towards him wearing a red-sequined cocktail dress torn down the middle. Who was also vastly pregnant. But the pointed ears and pastel green hair color marked her as an elf, not to mention her bowling-ball boobs. So Matt put away the phone he was about to use to call 911. "Noooooo! Don't.... don't put away your phone..." she panted. "Neeeed you.... to call your friends.... must have a lot of horny guys.... who can gangbang me!" The elf gurgled in ecstasy and ran her hands from her tits to her throbbing belly, the front of the dress darkening from her mother's milk for her brood. "I neeeeed your cock.... and your friends! Bring them! Bring them all! I need guys, a lot of guysss.... stronnng men to batter their way into my pussy... and leave their... love batter....hahahah! That's a joke...batter....Because I neeeed to have your bun in my oven...." The crazed fae was delirious with nymphomania, if she were human, a belly that gravid could only mean pregnancy with at least nine-month twins! But that wasn't enough for her! This elf was as addicted to gangbang orgies as Matt was to shrunken dildo sex! Something about the desperate gleam in her eyes, the throbs of her pregnant belly, even though she was overflowing with young, her hunger to be ravished by men would not be sated. Is this what Matt would become? Matt scampered hurriedly to his car. Suddenly uncomfortable; pointedly ignoring the lewd innuendos of the gravid elf. And what would the world become? The whole thing reminded Matt of those stories of Australian colonization and all the crazy eco-disasters from imported species. Foreign cactus taking over thousands upon thousands of acres, Cane toads multiplying by the millions with no natural predators. The fae totally fucked up the normal balance between men and women, hordes of hot babes that wanted raw sex even more than men did? How long would the good times roll? If these busty nymphos just kept on churning out young faster than rabbits on Viagra; what would the Earth look like in a hundred years? "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Don't leeeeeeeeeave!" The elf howled. "You can fuck me! Your friends can fuck me! All of you! I want you aaaaaaaaaallll!" Grunting her lust, the elf hefted her pregnant bulk onto the hood of a Ford Escape opening wide her thighs for Matt's enticement. She tore away the remnants of her shredded dress, allowing boobs and belly to bounce free in the moonlight as she postured for breeding. Though hugely pregnant already, Matt had heard rumors that some Fae could STILL get pregnant with more young! Her belly throbbed as if her young sensed her excitement, and as her nipples stood up straight as launched torpedoes, geyser-squirts of milk fell into gleaming trails that moistened her pearlescent skin, glistening in the moonlight. Well, no sense worrying about what he couldn't change. Matt wasn't worried about gangbang-elf either. Another group of half-drunken frat boys had stumbled out soon after him, and it had taken far fewer words with them before the pastel green-haired elf was bent over the open hatch of a pickup-truck, bearing her ass for the night sky as the boys took turns mounting her amidst screams not so much of lust, but rather throaty cries of.... relief? Addiction. A lusty, busty addiction. "I was thinking that maybe I've been too hard on you." Marsha cooed later, back in her apartment where she'd invited Biff after classes. "In time, all women will appreciate the Biff-meister." The blond jock blustered as he sat on her four-post bed. "I like the way you're not afraid of the Fae, and willing to help me get back at them. Whatever spell she was planning..... with that Scrambler...." Marsha giggled. Though in truth, she decided to warm up to Biff again due to dwindling options. Most guys on campus wouldn't look your way without magically-enhanced cantaloupe tits. The Fae just gave themselves away for nothing, every guys' sickest fantasy. Sure human girls could still get action, but they had to have magic boobs, magic skin, sometimes magic hair. And giving in like that; wasn't she letting the Fae win if she used their magic on herself? (Plus, there was the risk of ending up a sex-cartoon hyper-slut like her mom was now. She began rubbing Biff's shoulders. He nodded and grinned. Marsha wanted to feel beautiful for who she really was again, and Biff was a humans-only kind of guy. Even that big-boob magazine she'd caught him with earlier - she realized that all the women in it had at least, been real humans. (Plus some occasional silicone) She pulled Biff into a steamy kiss. And tried not to tell herself that she was competing with her hyper-slut mother. She was a real, human girl. She would win her Biff back from distant, magazine fantasies, from the alien Fae invaders, and from the threat of her nymphified mom. She would claim Biff for herself! Needing no encouragement, Biff's responded eagerly, luridly. Once he felt Marsha's surrender, her sexual intent - he went for her boobs, mouthing, kissing, pressing at her nice, D-cup handfuls. So strange how a mere D-cup was considered small these days! But not to her Biff. She remembered how she used to feel demeaned when men treated her as nothing more than a pair of blond-framed boobs, but lately the ardent, groping attention of a handsome stud felt oh-so sweet to her. Her pussy moistened fiercely as Biff tugged aggressively at her panties. She didn't know she was this horny! Not until she had opened herself to him! She knew that Biff was pushed to the brink, and nothing would stop his ardent, male desires. And nothing would stop Marsha either! Not her Hyperslut mom, or any pixie magic spell, or even the strange wet trail down Biff's leg. Probably nothing, and she didn't think about it for long. Soon, her legs were spread wide as a wave of passionate excitement swept upon Marsha suddenly, with Biff's might meat poised to penetrate her rapidly moistening womanhood. ********** Her legs spread wide, Lisa bit her lip with anticipation as MVP began his first few, tentative thrusts past her lower lips. They must not have many Fae where he was from; no need to be so shy. Wrapping her legs around his pelvis she pulled backwards, driving him, pulling him into her hot, yearning womb. Her pussy buzzed with excitement. For so many Fae, their pussies became animated with throbs and twitches and warm, distracting tingles when sex was close by - or when they'd gone too long without it. Like a rising tide of sexual lava, she felt MVP's dick sliding into her amidst throbs and swells of ever-hardening manmeat. Yes.... he had begun to loose himself to the pleasure of her body! His hands sinking into the silky buoyancy of her spectacular tits! ********** It was better than before, as Biff rammed her fertile womb with his raging meat. They'd been going for nearly ten minutes, and she thought, she though he'd already cum once but.... no, Biff just kept on pumping her femalia, his face contorting in a frantic rictus of delight. No... could Biff have magically augmented himself? Seemed so unlikely, hating the Fae as he did. The sensation from her nipples just intensified as they hardened, amidst Biff's grasping caresses. Fiercer.. harder became Biff's rhythmic thrusts into her female core! ********** It was starting! First, MVP's dick got just a little bit bigger, his thrusting more vigorous before the size reduction began. But for him, the pleasure increased. Lisa smiled as her human lover's eyes glazed over as the magical bliss overtook him, he wouldn't even notice as his stature began to diminish.... at first. ********** At first, Marsha didn't notice any difference in the way Biff was pounding her, except that his thrusts just seemed... more frantic and... OOOHHHH YES!!!! He had cum! Cum in her pussy! Did that mean the fun was over? Not yet.... his ramrod cock just kept plowing away. His head seemed lower than where it was before from her vantage point, gazing at him from between her legs as he ravished her willing slit forcefully. As he began to sink below the level of her bent knees, at first she just thought he had shifted posture, but as his battering-ram dick continued its slippery assault, such worries were banished from Marsha's pleasure-drugged mind. ********** Lisa knew that her MVP lover would be experiencing a floating euphoria as the spell continued; some guys didn't even notice the first time. But Lisa noticed the increasing desperation of his rampant thrusts as he continued to pound her womb, heedless of the spell being cast. But then.... oh yes... another one... her body tingled, her womb grew incendiary as yet another toe-curling, spine-tingling orgasm approached! Lisa's antenna curled as the erotic tremors melted her world into lubricated bliss. ********** Marsha knew something was wrong even before the steamy fog of her sweaty orgasm had dissipated. She no longer felt Biff's hands upon her tingling boobs; yet she still felt his raging penis pulsing within her slippery cunt. There was no weight either. The weight of Biff's body no longer pressed down on the bed. Still, it took awhile before the intoxicating ecstasy allowed her to raise her head and look. Yes, it was still Biff's penis but Biff wasn't.... "More.... again...so good..." came a high-pitched voice near Marsha's groin. Somehow, through some perverse twist of magic - Biff had been reduced to a tiny size, barely six-inches tall, yet his dick.... "Even bigger..... my cock.... gotta be.... n-n-nine inches......" Biff moaned and thrashed. "Ohhh....you....wh....." Marsha rose from the bed, trying to make sense of this madness. Biff was.... he was... pixie-sized? Yes... she'd seen the little tarts fluttering around in their tiny size.... like Biff was now. "You.... you're not surprised, Marsha observed. This has.... happened to you before... and...and..." she furrowed her brow as the implication began to sink in. "You knew that Lisa pixie... you knew her....did - did you let her put some spell on you? Some kind of dick enlargement spell that went wrong?" "N-no....never...agreed." Biff held his disproportionate manhood in both arms, as if he was wrestling with a tree-trunk. His dick still throbbed, as if probing for a pussy to continue penetrating. "Don't you see Biff! We can't get ourselves wrapped up in Fae magic! They're the enemy! It's just not right! I can't be with someone that uses their sicko sex-spells! I though you of all people understood that! You should have been confident enough in your own, natural manhood!" Biff moaned and reached for her. The door slammed in his face. But then the door opened a second later, so Marsha could come back and grab her bra and shirt. ********** Matt settled into the seat of his car, he wasn't sure he should visit the pixie's apartment at night but, maybe he could at least drive by the place and make confirm pixies lived there. There were usually clues when pixies lived in a place. But then he - That was when he heard the buzzing. Matt had been around various size pixies long enough to recognize the distinctive clues to their presence, and so his brow furrowed in annoyance rather than surprise when the blue-haired pixie snapped back to human size seated in his passenger seat. "Uhhhhhh..... look, there are lots of horny guys who....." Wait a sec - Blue hair...crystalline wings that seemed to bend light into rainbow snowflakes... and those hips! It must mean - "Yes Matthew, I am she that you seek. The one that Lisaeluriel fears will undo her monopoly on human dildo magic. And I am prepared to prove this to you." A slender, shapely hand thrust itself down his pants! Matt moaned; though the Fae in the G-spot had finished using him for their own pleasures something was different this time. He felt a touch of magic that reached within him and canceled his exhaustion. Even in a world invaded by the Fae, he'd never got this much action in one night! As the magical handjob continued, it was the feeling of floating bliss that alerted Matt first, even before the shimmering sparkles in the air. She was using the Dildo spell! On him! Not quite as Lisa would have done it, but still it was what he needed. He began to shrink as her expert fingers massaged him to hardness and beyond. Far too quickly, Matt squirmed out of his clothes and was small enough for the pixie to hoist him in one hand, appraising him like the piece of meat he had become. "How does it feel Matthew? To finally receive your dose of magic that your body has been craving?" Matt howled in desire; but at his size it came out more as a squeak; hoping - yearning to be used like the sex toy that he was! "My name is Pacifica, and your quest is at an end." The end came in the form of a teasing lick from a surprisingly flexible tongue wrapping and caressing a liquid path along Matts hyper-hard penis, moistening him enough to slide neatly and easily between the cleavage of this sparkling sapphire giantess. (From Matt's perspective) Pacifica bent her arms and pressed her hands at the sides of her breasts, causing great sloping swells of creamy boobage that overwhelmed Matt's perspective with hills of fertility. His penis lodged between the breasts, but the wetness and silky softness caused him to jostled up and down as he thrashed in eagerness. Ten years ago, Matt had taken a ride in his first hot-air balloon, the soaring swells of cushy fabric had captured his imagination for a few fun moments. He was at a size where Pacifica's tits seemed equal in dimension to those balloons of long ago! But his dick.... his cock became harder yet, imprisoning him in silky wonder. And there.... yes...oh yes... his dick was finally long enough for the lick! "NEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Her tongue played with the tip of his cock long enough, hard, enough, horny enough to poke through the hot-air balloon breasts that now encircled his manhood. In moments, before he could even give warning, his first ejaculation erupted forcefully. The orgasm was torn from him in an explosion of arousal. There was a pleased twittering as moist lips sucked down his hot seed. But fear darkened Matt's bliss. His potency had been increasing rapidly each time the Dildo spell was cast and... and what if Pacifica thought that this was the end? What if she thought he had no more seed to give? No.... don't think that! He was harder, hornier than any man had a right to be! She was moving him now, her fingers around his chest as she carried him near her jacuzzi-sized navel. Cloudy with a Chance of Pixies Sadly, some patience would be required. It would not be simple or quick to get at Damion's cock. Within moments, the pixie-swarm had removed shoes, socks, and pants - leaving his naked groin a fluttering forest of sparkly wings and minute feminine bodies. Those that had access to his penis ravished and rejoiced. Those that did not humped against his limbs and chest, shouting promises of pleasure against the buzzing drone of wings from their sisters. Damion, taken by surprise was stumbling around the room in surprise and shock, until the first orgasm hit. He made a stuttering, crooning sound as his hips pumped, bathing the rutting pixies in his fertile essence. Even as he did so, Lisa counted the detonation of no less than eleven spells of male stamina going off upon his body. During the Flocking, one orgasm was never enough. When each man was saturated with lusty magic of penis-hardening, sperm production, and sexual stamina, some in the swarm around him resumed normal size, hoisted the man between them, and flew him outside to a secluded location to begin what would amount to a female reverse-gangbang = It was the man that would be forced to service a horde of hungering females! Speaking of females, Exec woman had collapsed, and though largely ignored by the pixies, she was being overwhelmed with rampant desires as great as their own. In the end, she failed = She had not been able to remove her bra fast enough before the swelling of her chest-melons pressed in and ruptured the supports, spilling basketball-sized baby-feeders into the pixie-choked air. "Th-this can't be happening!" She shrieked; one hand trying ineffectually to cover her modesty, the other hand to grasp at her own groin, on fire with need for a hard penis! "N-not meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Wailed Exec woman as the heat and tingling within her chest heralded the eruption of her own breastmilk! Lisa's contagious lactation had transformed the once-passionless frump into a tight-bodied breast-goddess suited only for porn. The woman's nipples began to spurt white sweetness even as her salt-and-pepper hair shifted into a sky-blue tint. "T-turned me... into a SLUT!!!" She grunted in outrage as she tore off the remainder of her clothes. Not truly one of the Fae, yet she was no longer completely human, with a sex-drive like this; how could she not become a whore? As Exec woman leaned against the wall moaning, her body tightened, youthened, moistened - while she began to caress herself, truly exploring the breast-augmented teenage sex-fantasy of her hyper-feminine form. The changes slowed as her breasts took on the shape of unusually perky watermelons that still fountained with hot milk. Her life and career was now nothing but pornographic ruination. Yet even in these first few moments of her nymphomaniacal transformation, her new body started to affect her mind. As she gazed down on the form of the sweat-slicked, tight-bodied, glistening goddess of lust she had youthened into, she considered that, even if there was a cure, could she she could give up the beauty and sensations of this impossibly female body? ********** For Damion, one of dozens of men harvested this morning by the sex-crazed pixies, the sensation of flight never seemed to leave him. Pleasure racked him as his dick was lavished by the miniature super-models while human-sized beauties plastered him with kisses. He could have been in a park somewhere; maybe... so hard to see his surroundings through the curtain of sparkling wings and pastel-colored hair. Was that a tree? Or just a shapely leg? He couldn't tell where he was from what he was lying on - because all he felt was the soft swell of buttocks and boobs from the faerie women enveloping him. It was all Lisa Luriel's fault of course; but from what the Lawyers had - or hadn't decided, Pixie Flocking Fronts where classified as a form of temporary insanity, thus it would difficult and complex to try to sanction any of the supernatural sluts humping at his dick. Even if he wanted to.... ohhh... that felt good. On Damion's upper body, full-sized women thrust breasts in his face, as if craving attention or validation, while at his dick, and endless parade of sluts impaled themselves upon his dick. All this faerie-pixie madness had started with a rare conjunction of celestial bodies that brought magic back to Earth, but now Damion was besieged with newer, softer heavenly orbs no less influential. Faces became difficult to distinguish under the layer of rainbow haircolors, and jiggling tits. An athletic pelvis with draping silvery hair sank down upon his achingly hard penis; and after a swift eternity of penetration, pistoning, he blasted his bliss into a new pussy owned by a purple-haired pixie. So many women, fucking him in rapid succession, no way to keep track, remember faces. But it was painful in a way, he could feel the sluts casting male potency magic on him in miniature form, then shifting to full human stature to fuck his enhanced dick. The magic sent lightning surges of libido burning in his blood, his dick so hard, painfully full of sperm! He did want to squeeze, fondle some of the wobbling titflesh before him, but his hands where covered with miniature pixies humping and grinding against his fingers as though each digit was a stripper pole. He had to satisfy himself by nuzzling the breasts, sucking the nipples in his face. Damion wasn't sure where he was, who was fucking him, or for how long. Past the forest of bouncing, milking tits were taut abs above the pussies pistoning on his dick, then softer, more voluptuous figures pistoning on his dick, two pussies at once trying to piston themselves on his dick, the mouth of a pixie-woman with the looks of a wider-eyed Jessica Biel look-a-like fellating his dick, while on Damion's taut belly, three pairs of miniature pixies were locked in lesbian 69's, the extra sensitivity of their erogenous zones during Flocking season making the orgasms flow quick and easy. Then, there was a pelvis of a woman with long green hair squeezing his rigid cock in her wet confines, and somehow this provokes a break in the action and cries of outrage. The boob curtain parted and Damion saw a statuesque, naked woman with a thick cascade of forest-green hair, three pink chrysanthemums nestled in her hair, entirely nude except for high-heeled, transparent plastic stripper shoes. But she had the same impossibly erotic perfected figure that the pixies did. A forest nymph. "Well, why should pixies have all the fun?" The nymph complained. Growls and snarls and thrown pebbles chased off the competitor. During the Flocking, pixies didn't mind sharing a man and his dick with dozens of their own kind, but other species of Fae were persona non-grata. Soon, the orgy continued, but one face stood out from the rest, it was Lisa, his intern pressing her pink-haired head close to his ears. "This is just the beginning, stud!" ********** Lisa's eyelids began to flutter open at the sound of the voices. "....erhhhh.... made sense back before we migrated from Faerie.... we have....ohhh.... no male pixies..." moaned one of Lisa's sisters in lust lying nearby. Grass. Though her vision was still blurred, Lisa seemed to be lying naked in the grass, on what seemed to be a brief stretch of front lawn in front of a townhouse in Midtown. Naked, exhausted men with still-erect penises that seemed to shine as though freshly polished sprawled amidst semi-conscious human-sized pixie-women plastered with sweat. ".... always had to.... seduce men of other races....into... impregnating us...to survive." murmured a lavender-haired faerie woman with a curvilicious, rapper's girlfriend ass. "Riiiiight..." breathed a girl with cherry-red hair, and big boobs with exceptionally large areolas. "Never had men of our own...so... when ya get too many pixies living together... close proximity.... odds are we're not breeding enough... too many pixies.... not enough men.... not enough of us getting preggers." "It's all biology, isn't it?" Lavender curvy-ass asked. "Think it's...hormones.... and the season too... summertime...too many pixies... we start to...pick up on each others hormones....invisible pheromone signals....from pixie to pixie.... enough horny pixies... all getting horny pheromone signals from each other....near summertime.... wham-bam we all get the Flocking urge." confirmed cherry-haired in a tired voice. "Ohhhh.... m-more like the Fucking Urge...." joked Curvy-ass. "Oh yeah, sister. We all go nuts....fly off in a swarm...screw any man in sight...whether he wants to or not.... never had any complaints though! "But now...." Cherry-haired continued. "Our population... is gonna grow, and grow, grow. Back on Faerie, we'd Flock maybe every five years or so.....keep our population stable. On Faerie.... One male for every.....twenty females.... so horny.... but on Earth... men everywhere... Human sperm...just as good as Satyr, Elf, or Leprechaun....but soooo many more humans...." "Oh yeah....a Flocking on Earth.... almost every Pixie gets knocked up! More pixies!" Exulted Curvy-Ass. "Probably...gonna happen more often...." Cherry-haired moaned. "Flockings...so successful.... with so many human men available! Gonna squeeze out so many pixie-spawn.... and with more pixies... more likely to get Flocking again! Soon..... PFF's every Summer.... not just every other Summer....ohhhh.... with enough pixies, more than one Flocking each Summer...." That sounded about right to Lisa, she didn't think about it much though, having studied Finance rather than any biological science. Soon, a gorgeous pixie-woman with snow-white hair, looks comparable to Megan Fox with pronounced dimples rolled over on top of Lisa, smiling blissfully. "Your hair is pretty," white-haired pixie moaned as she lip-locked Lisa. Lisa didn't respond except to cup the girl's ass. The aftermath of Flocking tended to provoke feelings of closeness and companionship. When a hundred and fifty pixie-woman all raped the same man, it seemed to form a bond. But Lisa disengaged after just minutes of steamy lesbian coupling... ahh! There he was! Damion!!! Her Damion!!! It wasn't that the Pixies wanted to leave him alone, it's just that everyone was so exhausted, that the blond and green-haired pixies draping their hair over Damion's chest and groin simply couldn't resist as Lisa prepared to cast her spell. "I don't care if you fire me...." She hissed in his ear. "But I'm not done yet, we are gonna fuck like never before! You're mine now...." Arcane circles glowed briefly on Damion's chest, and Lisa winced a bit as she slid atop his still raging penis despite the soreness earned by her recent sexual marathon. As she fucked him, he began to shrink.... and shrink.... yet his dick....remained the same size! The drained human could only moan as he was ravished yet again! And no one seemed to notice. Sure, the police were out in force, now that the PFF had passed for the moment. They were picking up naked men, putting them on stretchers while paramedics rehydrated them and checked for harmful magical reactions. And yeah, they had a paddywagon where they tossed naked pixies too exhausted to fly away, but it would take some time before they reached Lisa and her orgy. Thrust....She pumped and grinded upon Damion's polished, erect nine-inches of manhood. She needed no other spells; with all the magic that had been pumped into him, he'd stay hard for another two days at least. She squeezed her inner muscles as she tried, how she tried to force yet one more orgasm out of his abused, overused manhood. Damion moaned, and raised a hand weakly, but that hand was now less than half normal size, as she continued to pump him. But something was different now... His eyes widened, and Damion ejaculated fiercely! Her new magic had revitalized him like never before! She could see the sensations of his disproportionate cock were electrifying his mind and body with a rare intensity. She disengaged by the time Damion had reached miniature pixie six-inch stature - while his cock remained full size! His hard manhood was now longer than the rest of his body; he was shackled by an oversized male apparatus that erupted with new life and vigor! Lisa muttered another incantation to seal the transformation, before she arose with her prize, rubbing him like a living dildo along her smooth thighs, upwards towards her taut abs, nestling him between her colossal boobs. And if anyone else noticed; they were too exhausted to do anything about it. Hahahah! Hard to decide, should Lisa slip the reduced Damion into her pussy, where his hard virility fit her womanhood like a key in a lock? Or should she sandwich him in between her mammoth knockers, carrying him in her cleavage! Should she.... wait.... What the hell?! No.... can't be.... Across the street, on top of a warm sports car there lay several more pixies = this Flock had raped a different man, and there was one with ocean-blue hair that aroused Lisa's attention.... This other girl made familiar motions with her hands....casting a familiar spell... her man was a blond, surfer-type with his mouth hanging open after being ravaged by dozens of hungry pussies... as expected... and then he began to shrink... shrink? Yes shrink! And the end result was the same; the blond dude's body was reduced in size to pixie-stature, while his penis remained a normal, ten-inches erect! How could this be? Coincidence? Did this other pixie figure out another way to duplicate Lisa's spell? No.... somatic movements... spell forms....verbal theory....intonations....identical to hers! It was her exact same spell! And this slut had stolen it! How? She couldn't have learned it just from watching Lisa's back from across the street! No... had to be more! That was her invention! Her human dildo spell was the ticket to her own company! Her invention! She deserved; demanded royalties from its use! How! How could it have leaked?! What to do....? Confront her... no, she'd deny everything... be tipped off.... no, this merited investigation.. but it had to be subtle....... "Study your opponent...." Lisa hissed to herself as Damion throbbed between her legs. The opponent in question had pearlescent, alabaster skin, fiercely jutting hips and breasts like soccerballs. Her hair was a shimmering, deep blue that conjured images of a tropical ocean. Her face an artist's dream with symmetrical features, high-cheekbones, and eyebrows like calligraphy. Her translucent wings had a grain to them that refracted light into rainbow snowflakes. But there was something in her eyes.... a regalness to her bearing... drive and ambition....it made Lisa suspect that she was not a stripper-whore like most of her kind. That might change things. But Lisa knew what to do. It would require subtlety... she'd come at this thief sideways...this couldn't go unpunished.... and she already had a plan! First to get the hell out of here, before she was scooped-up by the police. Lisa crawled to the side yard between two of the townhouses to catch her breath and muster up the stamina to fly again. A hoarse cry alerted her to a human policewoman trembling on the side-walk. Once she'd been a mouse-haired brunette with a wiry figure, but as the front of her uniform erupted outwards, all could see that 'wiry' would never again be used to describe the parody of womanhood that her figure had become. Her center of balance shifted as her blossoming boobs hit cantaloupe size while she fumbled in the grass searching for something. Oh yeah, she dropped her ring. Most first-responders these days were equipped with magic-suppressive iron rings but.... something must have gone wrong with this one. Of course, for PFF mop-ups most departments sought women officers, not trusting the men to refrain from nude, naked pixie flesh laid out before them. But if women didn't prepare properly..... It was too late for mouse-haired police woman, especially since her hair was hot pink now, and her breasts seemed to swell up in size every three seconds. Hmm.... hot pink hair.... could Lisa have been a fault? Well, no helping it now. Not that it bothered Lisa. She knew that many humans dreaded the spontaneous reaction that sometimes occurred in women exposed to Fae biology; the transformation into magical hypersluts. But it just made the women more like Fae, more like Lisa; and she saw nothing wrong with making humans more like herself. But the pink pixie was wary of reprisals. But really, if she could get away with it, Lisa wouldn't mind hyper-sexualizing any woman that crossed her path. But wait a sec. Lisa saw something potentially useful; Police-gal had dropped her phone in the confusion resulting from her transformation. Annnd.... Yes! Cell with a camera feature! Lisa took a few shots of her blue-haired rival in the arts of sexual sorcery, and emailed them to her own phone; which she had dropped when she'd shed her clothes to join the Flocking and rape Damion. Yes.... Lisa had a plan! She fluttered off at miniature size as the transforming human below gasped in shock; staring at her stupendous, melon-sized whoppers, fingers sinking knuckle deep on each hand as the cop struggled to get a handle on her prodigious endowments. With little gasps of shock, she experimentally tested each titanic tit with quick squeezes, each producing tight squirts of sweet milk. As Lisa's distance from the woman increased, the last she saw of her was the transformed woman suddenly looking as though she'd put her hand on a hot stove; and immediately thrust a hand down her pants, to furiously frig her own crotch. She'd never known anything quite like the breeding lust of the Fae, much less the moist yearning of a PFF! This former human would probably be treated just like the other pixies, and unless they caught her soon, in moments she'd be impaling herself on one of many erect penises lying there exposed.