Faeophobia: Shrinking Violet

by XXXecil

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

Desc: Sex Story: She thought it was over. She thought her breasts were done growing. She thought her breasts were done lactating. But after an encounter with a supernatural roommate, Violet knows how wrong she was. "Double K-cup breasts are big enough!" Or are they? Will she ever regain control of her gigantic tits? Only those that download this story will find out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There! Her monster tits were almost strapped in-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I-I did not say that I-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes. She did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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