Faeophobia: Personal Project

by XXXecil

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Magic, Heterosexual, Lactation, Pregnancy, School, Transformation, .

Desc: Sex Story: The new Professor at Madison University is a Nymph in more ways than one. But one student, hot for the teacher, has a special gift for her - in his pants. Soon, bras are bursting, and nipples are spurting all over campus. Only those that Download this story can join the lusty, busty Professor for an evening 'pregnant' with possibilites.

Her breasts were already large enough; the question was what to do with them. Professor Lily caressed the silky expanse of her voluptuous bosom. Her lush boobs were now slightly larger than bowling balls, her thick nipples hardened with anticipation. Fertility magic came easily to her, so much so that it was truly not a challenge, not worth her considerable intellect.

She could have taught magic to the many humans struggling to learn, but for Lily, the teaching of magic itself was only a secondary issue. The Celestial Conjunction during the 21st century that brought magic back to the Earth also enabled the races from the Land of Fairy to return as well. And as far as the busty forest nymph was concerned, that was more important.

She taught environmental science at Madison University; a worthwhile goal and appropriate intellectual challenge. Just as most humans could barely comprehend magic, most of the Fae creatures that had migrated back to Earth from the Land of Fairy were baffled and awed by human technology. Lily had labored tirelessly from the moment she set foot on Earth to master the scientific disciplines appropriate for her career.

But again, the real question was what to do with her breasts? Should she allow her surging nipples to poke luridly through the fabric of her pleated blouse which was intentionally too small, all the while allowing her breastmilk to moisten the front of the garment? Or, perhaps she should try to wear one of those... those... things that start with a 'B', that human women wear to support their breasts? If she did, she could use her fertility magic in the middle of class and grow out of it, ripping the straps audibly. That often got a rise out of the student body.

The nature of a forest nymph was to wear as few clothes as possible, so she stretched the blouse over her bulging bosom, nipples tenting the fabric as she prepared for class.

The soothing aroma of spring rain and fresh honeysuckle that followed Lily wherever she went announced her presence as surely as the clicking of her high heel shoes. She could practically hear the cocks hardening as her natural, earthy scent washed over the aisle of seats as she stalked to the front of the room.

Lily noticed that while the number of students enrolled in her classes was about the same, every semester there were fewer girls than before. Word about her was starting to spread. She launched into her lecture concerning sympatric speciation events in regional populations of snail-darters correlating with the detection of ethidium bromide in the groundwater supply.

But it was not enough for a student to stare at the gentle sweep of her bare legs, flaring out into lusciously wide hips. It wasn't enough that he should quiver with yearning as he gazed upon her flawless, olive-skinned complexion, and her fragrant plume of forest green hair, with the pink blossoms that naturally grew from it. Gawking at her mountainous mammaries as they challenged her blouse might not be enough either. Nor was she entirely impressed by those that were lost in her deep, emerald eyes, and the soft curve of her facial features, somewhat Asian in origin. Most assumed that any expression of attraction would be met with hostile reprisal. How wrong they were.

Professor Lily was interested in those students whose lust was so intense, that they had no hope of listening to the lecture; those horny youths that couldn't even stop glaring at her figure while she was talking to them. They were the most fun. These students were allowed to participate in her 'Personal Projects.' No one knew what these projects were exactly, because for some reason, no student would ever speak of them, no matter how intensely he was interrogated.

Yes, there was one. Tyrell Bradford, in the second row. His lust was incredible. She instructed him to meet her in her office after class. It was time, finally. She had much more to accomplish, and the horny black kid would be very effective. She found his kind to be especially shocking and exotic.

"So, Professor Lily, what's this special project you need my help with?" He seemed much cockier now, as though he knew that he had scored. How right he was.

Professor Lily responded with a practiced motion that completely removed the confining blouse from her vast, jiggling bosom. With a graceful flourish, her right hand grasped Tyrell's hardening cock through his jeans.


A ward against Sound prevented anyone from hearing what took place within her office during those tense minutes. Though anyone close enough would probably smell the heady aroma that the forest nymph exuded, and they might very well flutter their eyes in delight as Tyrell did. Her secrecy was sufficient, she felt. And her project was worth the risk, nonetheless.

As her magically tight pussy gingerly enveloped Tyrell's cock, she reveled in the knowledge that life would be created. Her forest nymph sensibilities saw nothing wrong with freely mating with the young studs that surrounded her on a daily basis. But the dean would not agree. It was not that she didn't care about her job; far from it. That was one of the justifications for her wanton lusts.

All things fade, even the magical Land of Fairy. The races that lived there were slowly dying, losing their magic powers. Earth now was what mattered. With the magic that the Fae could teach, mankind would not need to rely so much on potentially dangerous technologies! The Fae needed a strong foothold in Earth's population. That was her duty; her mission. By breeding with humans, she would produce magical children that would shape the future of this country; and the world!

She gasped in delight as Tyrell's probing mouth found the fragrant delight of her turgid nipples. He hungrily nursed the soothing nectar that spurted from the rosy tips of her mammaries. The taste was sweeter than honeysuckle, yet with an airy purity that contained no trace of a sugary aftertaste. He moaned with joy, the sheer pleasure of suckling Lily's nectar/milk was nearly a religious experience.

There were still some aspects of human society she feared she would never comprehend; each day she surrounded herself with the flower of male youth, filled to the brim with pent-up lusts. Why should she shy away from their beautiful, rigid cocks? Why would she not allow these lusty studs to impregnate her with all the offspring her womb could hold?

Tyrell was anxious to play his part; she noticed with some surprise that his meaty cock had already climaxed multiple times within the slippery folds of her fragrant cunt, as she wrapped her legs around his pelvis while sitting upon her desk. Why... that must have been... the 7th time! Amazing stamina! The hot juices pouring from her pussy might make the surface of the desk too slippery if he didn't finish soon!

Her own orgasm was accompanied by a beastial yell as savage as a lioness in heat, and she was thankful indeed for the ward against Sound surrounding her office. Amidst the haze of her climax, it was hard to remember exactly when Tyrell left the room, but at least Lily had the presence of mind to cast a Geas over him as he blew his final load, magically preventing him from ever speaking of the experience.

Lily bucked her hips as he withdrew, the searing orgasms jolting her voluptuous frame long after the mating had ceased. What an awesome cock! How could some silly notion of professionalism compete with this feeling? She gurgled with relief as she settled back to revel in the afterglow. She struggled to try and replace her clothing amidst the intoxicating pleasure. Joy soon replaced lust as she realized that the miracle of life was occurring! She was aware of the germination of offspring as she tenderly caressed her dripping slit, as though encouraging the sperm to take root in her moist womb.

And take root it did. It was far, far too soon for the painful pleasure. Usually, she mated with students on Fridays, so she would have the weekend for her magically fertile body to grow the infants, and birth them before school started next week. Many adoption agencies were available to take in her continuous crop of magical young. But now, OOH! Never this soon! She could see the beginnings of the tell-tale bulge as her child magically passed through weeks of growth.

She smiled in delight for a few seconds before she realized something was wrong. No... No... she caressed the tightening dome of her expanding belly, as she realized she was nearly finished with her first trimester! Impossible, even with her powers! What the... how could... But then, she remembered.

Tyrell... Tyrell... Yes! That's it! He was an Environmental Science Major with a Thaumaturgy minor! She overhead him say something about learning magic to heal the environment. Rubbish! There was only one possible explanation for the swelling bulge of Lily's overripe womb.

The little punk had used a Virility spell.

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