Faeophobia: Wet Dreams

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

Desc: Sex Story: Caty loathes her bosomy, boyfriend-stealing roommate, but her plot for magical revenge goes awry. Now, she finds herself changing into every bit the cum-hungry, sex-starved, cock-slut. As breasts expand and bras fail her, she will reveal a wondrous world of sensual bliss. Only those that download this story will be able to blow their loads within this erotic vista.

"The biggest tits on Campus; I guarantee!" sneered the filthy-looking Satyr as he handed over the small, glass bottle. Catalina gingerly dropped the 100$ bill into his calloused hand. She wasn't surprised as he skittered out of sight down the gloomy alley, clutching his prize and snickering to himself.

And he probably should snicker; what the desperate sophomore was doing was nothing if not foolhardy. She'd been warned; they'd all been warned about the dangers of cosmetic magic. But Catalina had given the matter considerable thought, and she was determined; there was no backing out now. The streetlights cast pale haloes upon the tops of her olive-tan breasts as they jutted upwards above her black tank-top. And these bulging globes were the reason she was even here.

Years ago, it wouldn't have mattered, and Catalina would have been content; she wasn't at all bad-looking. Good, curvy figure, slick, raven-black hair, and healthy tits bordering on a D-cup. But today, even that wasn't enough. She wasn't one of those flat-as-aboard stick-figure girls that routinely sold their souls for more womanly curves, but Catalina was no longer unique, no longer exceptional. Not since the coming of the Fae.

Though the sultry latina didn't realize it at the time, the Celestial Conjunction had doomed her sex-life from the start. But like everyone else, she had been amazed at the new magic that became possible; the result of a unique, arcane alignment of heavenly bodies earlier in the 21st century. And of course, with magic returning to the Earth, the legendary Fairy races, known collectively as the Fae returned with it.

Yes, yes, they all said that the magic in the Kingdom of Fairy was failing, that they were losing their powers and dying out, and their only hope was to replenish their bloodlines. Translation: A bunch of magical sluts arrived to steal all the good men! And curvy though she was, Catalina was definitely, absolutely human. But just being human didn't seem like enough anymore, as she had learned during her high-school years; after that gang of forest nymphs moved into her town, as well as every red-blooded boy in the Tri-state area. She knew that her complaint was a common one; nothing at all unique or unusual about her sitution. It seemed like half the human girls at Madison University had the exact same story she did, you know the one:

You find your boyfriend on the hill, at the make-out spot that was supposed to belong to the both of you; but instead he's got his lips lathering up the gigantic boobs of that pixie transfer-student that arrived last week. Yes, yes, he's supposed to chase after you claiming that it's not what it looks like, when it obviously is. But he didn't even do that; there was denying the obvious; the Fae girl had her pretty little hand around his erect cock, and so they just stared. They couldn't claim it wasn't what it looked like, and he didn't chase after Catalina. That of course, was because she didn't have a magically voluptuous body that looked like it should belong to a comic-book heroine. They both found what they wanted; there was nothing more to be said.

The obvious solution of course, was to get one. As far too many women did. There were spells, amulets, and incantations floating around that could do what Mother Nature could never, ever be coaxed into doing. Network newscasts routinely featured magically-enhanced anchor-babes with perfect, glossy skin, radiant, silky hair that never needed trimming or styling, and it was rare indeed to see a movie-starlet that didn't have breasts bigger than her own head. Yes, the clinical magicians could accomplish great things, but naturally there was a downside. The potions didn't always work, sometimes spells backfired. The best, most expensive magicians were trustworthy, but there were many, many places to get the 'Glammed-up' figure that so many women craved.

Aside from fancy boutiques, there would always be back-alley wizards, dubious spell-formulae passed around over the Internet, and obviously, skid-row Satyrs peddling mysterious potions. For those not able to afford the pricey professionals, the risks were... abundant, to say the least.

Catalina would never forget that poor girl in her Constitutional Law class, her name was Violet or something. The poor girl had obviously suffered from a spell that did not meet FDA approval. She had the most ridiculously gigantic boobs she'd ever seen in public. The wobbly globes hung off her chest like Standard Beachballs! Well, no... actually maybe a few inches bigger than that, come to think of it. Violet was athletic, and she had to be just to walk with those whoppers on her chest. It looked like the poor girl might still be growing! As it was she had to wear a super-industrial strength seat-belt-strap bra, just to reign in the jiggling mass of her monstrous mammaries.

Not that this was unheard of, Violet wasn't the first woman to get a runaway boob spell, and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Most of the time, these girls were too ashamed to ever show themselves in public. They would find some sympathetic husband, and find jobs that never required them to leave the house. At least Violet had clearly decided not to let anything hold her down; not even 40lbs breasts. Catalina had a lot of respect for her courage, but was she willing to suffer the same fate? All too common these days.

Of course, magical body changes couldn't be altered through surgery; the body would instantly regenerate. Magic could only be cured by more magic, but this often caused the spell to backfire further, and well... only a clinical magician had any hope of reversing these disasters. But often, the process was painful and risky; and most professionals wouldn't attempt it on conditions that weren't life-threatening. So Violet was stuck that way for now. Would Catalina soon be in her shoes? (or bra?)

It was stupid to try out breast potions from some back-alley Satyr, but she needed an edge! She needed to be unique! The troubled girl remembered with some bemusement those days in her early high-school years, when the boys used to treat her as some sort of delicate, exotic flower, since there were very few hispanics from her hometown, and how annoyed she used to be. Until the nymphs, elves, and pixies should up. The fact that the overwhelming majority of all Fae were female tipped the balance against her, and all the sudden, Catalina was not unique or interesting at all. She was simply human. Almost all human girls had similar complaints. Quite common. But Catalina didn't want to be common. She wanted... needed to be unique again!

The potion she'd bought came in a dark-blue, unmarked, glass bottle, and was a little dirty. Probably made with ambiguous spell-parameters, and likely cobbled together with half-baked, untested components. She'd have to be crazy to risk it! But Catalina needed to be special; she needed an edge! An edge over that dripping slut of a roommate!


"So uhhm... don't take this the wrong way but, uh... what species are you?" said Jim, the guy from the fraternity while reclining in the cafeteria upon finishing dinner.

"I am a Water Nymph, we call ourselves Naiads. Not many remember my race, but in ancient times we were known as Sirens." replied the cheerful, bright-eyed, and blue-haired Fae girl sitting across from Jim.

"Ooh... I remember you girls from my mythology class!" Jim exclaimed, looking upwards in recollection. "Yeah, aren't you the ones that sang songs and lured sailors to their deaths at sea?" The fairy's expression darkened visibly.

"Only some of us!" she yelped in anger. "Some of my cousins spent too much time in the deep ocean, and they just... they became so horny that they just got carried away! I... We never meant to hurt anyone!" pouted the lithesome nymph.

"Heh, alright no offense. It was a long time ago; I forgive you Shelly." Jim placed his firm, dark-skinned hand over her delicate fingers.

"You humans will never let us forget that will you? Well I... I hope you're not angry... ?" Her wide eyes were so intensely blue that they seemed almost irridescent, her wide and pouty lips parted slightly, at the feel of the human's powerful hand over her own. He was one of the black humans, nothing like him in the land of Fairy, and Shelly was enamoured. She felt her pussy begin to throb already.

Jim for his part was always a little shy around the Fae. He'd gone to a big-city high school, and had been around them for years, but their magical abilities and strange behaviours were still a little bizarre to him. Shelly for instance; the first time he saw her from afar, he thought that she must have just gotten out of a pool. Maybe someone splashed her as part of some fraternity prank. But no; for some reason, the girl always seemed to be hot and sweaty.

Glistening moisture dribbled down her statuesque, nearly 6-foot frame constantly. It didn't seem to matter what the weather was; today it was no more than 60 degrees outside, almost autumn. Yet Shelly always looked flush and moist as though she had just run a marathon. Every day, all the time, her trim body had a sheen of sultry wetness.

And all throughout their talk, she seemed to be complaining of the heat. Of course, she wore the flimsiest, thinnest white clothes she could find. The enormous press of her wet whoppers distended her bathrobe, exposing a dangerous amount of glistening cleavage. Yes, they were in public, but Shelly seemed to have great difficulty grasping the laws concerning indecent exposure; many Fae did.

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