The Life Cycle of the Lesser Blue Fairy (MF anal fist size magic rom) Part 4/4 You don't believe in fairies? This one could change your life forever. DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains sexual situations not suitable for children. It may not be reproduced in any way where readers are charged for it. Copyright reserved. Chapter Four - Egg (You really do have to read Chapters 1, 2 & 3 first. Currently at /files/Authors/Old-Softy/Blue_fairy_1.txt) In which we discover what it was all about. In even the most complicated of life cycles there is only one ultimate driver - reproduction. 10.15 Saturday 17th July 2004 Saturday morning, waking Mike with a blow job. It is such a nice ritual, to be able to take time over it, instead of having to rush it like on weekdays. I swear he pretends to be asleep just to make sure I do the full slow getting-him-up-before-he-wakes-up routine. But I am beginning to wonder if I am not actually becoming addicted to his ejaculate. I feel really moody until I have had my mouthful of refreshing frothy minty stuff. Coffee? Who needs it! 20.03 Saturday 17th July 2004 PL 20, stats 34-21-39-E, Action VPx1, Fstx1 (lounge) Mx1, VPx1 (kitchen) VP2or3 (bedroom) I thought we ought to measure the volume of Mike's ejaculate, so I gave him a hand job into a breakfast cup. Guess what, over three quarters full. When it splashes inside me that IS what it feels like, but I never thought it really was. I can actually feel the liquid sloosh about in my insides after a good session, and I cannot describe the tingling buzz it gives me, like getting high or a bit drunk. It is as if his body is all set up to make this blue stuff and pump it into my body as fast as possible. And my job is to make it irresistible for him to do it! And why does masturbating him make me cum? Yes, it was just so sexy, looking into his eyes while I slowly jerked him off. But there is more. It is that link between us - I don't know what it is but it makes me feel warm and toasty just to have him in the same room, and I can always tell when he has a hard-on from the butterflies in MY stomach. I kept the cupful to sip later. It is here at the keyboard. Well it was, but for some reason it is almost all gone now. God, if you could bottle this stuff you could make a fortune! And it makes me feel so ... I mean I know Mike is waiting for me, but I should be able to control myself long enough to finsih this adn fuckit 21.50 Sunday 18th July 2004 PL 20, stats 34-21-38-E, Action ?? I don't know what to put in the stats anymore, for night time. You see, although we are not doing it any more often, it is lasting longer and longer. At night, sometimes he does not disengage, but we just lie there, cuddling. His penis is so long that it can stay in even when it is a bit soft, and we can still be comfortable lying in each others arms. Last night, I dozed off, afterwards, with it still in me. I woke up from this amazing dream - well you can guess what it was about, because he kneeling over me, really slowly and carefully fucking me with a prick like an iron bar, while trying not to wake me up. I wrapped myself around him and got my tongue down his throat and my finger up his ass so I could reach his prostrate, and gave him such an orgasm - that will teach him to take advantage of a girl while she is getting her beauty sleep! Just writing about it makes me extra horny, as if I didn't want him inside me all the time anyway. Where is he, we are going to bed right now. 20.16 Monday 19th July 2004 PL 20, stats 34-21-38-E Last night he was in me from 10.00 pm when we went to bed, until 7.30 am this morning when the alarm woke us up. We did not do any funny stuff, no anal or oral, just lots of beautiful gentle fucking, and he did not pull out once. But it was not all screwing. We must have had half a dozen orgasms, together of course, but we also got lots of sleep. Just as well the bed is so big and it is warm enough not to need covers; we just fucked and dozed and cuddled and fucked some more without stopping or thinking or having to worry about what we were doing. And whether he was on top or underneath or by my side, he was plugged in the whole time. I remember when I was kid reading about this bizarre deep sea fish, you know one of those strange ugly things with luminous bits that never see the light. I forget the name. Apparently the male is much smaller than the female, maybe only a tenth the size, so you would think he was a different species. When he finds a suitable mate, he fastens on just near her sex opening, with his teeth. And stays there for the rest of their lives. He lives off her body, becoming like a parasite, and fertilises the eggs as they come out. At the time, I thought - "Nice life, typical man!" But now I wonder about what it would be like for the female. Well it certainly takes the risk out of finding a male with sperm, in a big empty ocean. Maybe worth supporting a passenger just for that. But how would it FEEL? Because now I have this strange little fantasy of Mike and I plugged into each other for ever, always together, and never having to be apart. 20.35 Tuesday 20th July 2004 You may have noticed I have stopped with the statistics line. Well there does not seem much point, now our different bits have clearly stopped growing. It goes up or down a bit, but that is obviously just how I measure stuff. 23.30 Wednesday 21st July 2004 This is Mike. I'm shaking. I almost did it again. How could I have been so STUPID! But it's alright. No-ones dead, I don't think she's hurt, just I'm very frightened and - very, very cross with myself. We were doing an internal "exam". Well that's what she calls it, although there is not much examination and a lot of fondling. It's so strange to be feeling her up on the inside, so hot and so ... well more than sexy, intimate. It's not meat, not cold or dead. This is her hot, moving, breathing slippery insides I have my hand in, and she can feel every touch. If I put my shoulder right up between her legs I can reach between her lungs and stroke her heart. Yes, her living beating heart. Somehow it seems so ... her centre ... her very being, literally in my hand. And it really REALLY turns her on. Unfortunately it turns me on too, and we both got a bit excited. I can remember gripping it, really quite hard, and then, the feel of the pulsing bursting life within my fingers, while she spasmed and convulsed in orgasm around my arm. But of course I came too, like a steam engine, and must have gripped too hard, because when I stopped ... it had stopped as well. Okay, I panicked, if only for a second. But the First Aid training kicked in, and I had my arm out, and her on her back and I was stiff armed, leaning on her chest ready to go with the resuss routine - when her eyelids fluttered. She opened them and looked up at me. "Wow", she breathed, "That was something. I must have actually fainted." She frowned. "Your face! What's going on?" She would hardly believe me when I told her, but I was so worried. Okay it seems silly afterwards, but I could not stop putting my ear against her chest just to hear the ba-bump of her ticker pumping away again. 20.21 Thursday 22nd July 2004 I think that last night, with my fainting and ... whatever else happened ... is the limit of our experimentation. I don't know about Mike - well in fact I do know about Mike. We both feel we have pushed the bizarre as far as we want to go for now. After all, we love each other so much, and just quite plain ordinary sex (alright, pretty sustained sex!) is so good, why should we muck around? So, from now on it will just be my vagina. That and my uterus. My vagina, my uterus, maybe my rectum, my mouth, and then his tongue, his penis, his fingers; don't forget my tongue, his rectum, my fingers, his mouth - okay we still need a *bit* of variety! It is funny, but I really DO know about Mike. If anything, we talk less these days, and what we say is just the jokey stuff, like old buddies. But I know what he feels. And I know he knows what I feel. All the time. 20.15 Tuesday 27th July 2004 PL 17, stats 34-22-39-E Life has settled down. People have got used to how we look, and my friends have stopped asking for the name of my hairdresser, or what diet I am on. It seems as if our bodies have stopped changing, and now when I look in the mirror, what I see there does not seem so unusual or extraordinary. I suppose we have forgotten what we looked like before. The blueness seems to have died down, as well. Our saliva, my juices, are back to normal, although Mike's ejaculate still has a blue tinge, and that mouth-watering mint flavour. Mmmmmmmm, still can't get enough of it! Things are still changing inside me, I can feel them, sometimes. I have a hope that they are growing back to how they were, but of course I have no easy way of telling, and I am not sure I feel brave enough to investigate. 20.10 Wednesday 4th August 2004 You will noticed that this is the first entry for a bit. To be honest, it has been a bit of a chore so I have not been bothering. But something seemed odd to me so I have just measured my bust for the first time in a week. It is smaller! So is Mike's penis. Now I think about it, it seemed smaller yesterday, although I did not think anything of it. What is going on now? 20.56 Friday 6th August 2004 PL 13, stats 34-23-36-D There is no doubt about it. We are "shrinking" back to normal. Obviously this whole body alteration was just a temporary effect and I suppose eventually we will end up just as we were before. I am not sure how I feel about that. 20.23 Saturday 7th August 2004 PL 11, stats 34-24-36-D Mike and I have been talking about it. Firstly, we both agree that, although on the whole this blue thing has been exciting, it is also pretty weird, and possibly dangerous. If nothing else, we are lucky that no-one else found out. How could we possibly explain? So it is not the end of the world if it is ending. But, secondly, we are NOT just going to sink back into the old ways. We love each other too much now - that will never change. And, the good things - well why can't we try to hang on to them? So we are going to eat healthily, both make an effort with our appearances, and tomorrow we will both join a gym. It will be sad, though, when it gets too short to stay in me all night long. I think that, of everything, that will be the one thing I will really miss. Hmmm... make the most of it tonight! 17.30 Sunday 8th August 2004 PL 10, stats 34-24-36-C The gym was fun. Partly because it was easy - I have only now realised how strong and fit this blue thing has made us. We just breezed through stuff that left other people collapsed on the floor, and the trainer was giving both of us appraising looks at the end. Maybe we should slacken off a bit? But the other nice thing was not standing out. It was a mixed gym, of course (we had decided to stick together for this) with maybe more women than men, and they were mostly really fit people. "Fit" in both senses - I had been really worried about stripping down to a leotard, with my figure, and Mike had to strap up tight and then wear some pretty roomy shorts. But lots of people had figures almost as extreme as ours. The only difference is they had to sweat for theirs! 20.56 Saturday 14th August 2004 PL 9, stats 34-24-36-C We were lying there, in bed last night cuddling, and I had to ask him. Whether he missed the old me, with the fantastic boobs and the vagina like a hoover. He laughed, and said he was thinking of getting a plumper pillow for the bed. It is strange, he is still so tough that I cannot seem to hurt him no matter how hard I poke him. And then, without thinking, I just let it out. "What about Ariel? Do you miss her?" Too late, I wished I could remember to engage brain before putting mouth in motion. He was deadly still. Then slowly, he replied "No. I don't miss her, Because she hasn't gone." I must have looked puzzled. "Don't you see", he continued, "How she was, what I loved about her, is what I love about you, now. I think you *are* Ariel." "Yes, well that's very flattering but ..." "No, I mean it literally!" he interrupted. ""We both ate her. She became us. All of her that was in me, I have been pumping into you, and now you are just like her." He looked at me. "You even look like her. If you try, I bet you could remember what it was like to *be* her." Well of course I could not. Except, with a slow realisation, it dawned. Sure, this was me; Celia. But the person I could not remember, was the Celia of before. The poor sad woman who had not understood. Oh, yes, I could vaguely remember what had happened to her, the things she had done. But for the life of me I could not remember why she did them. And although I could not remember any detail of what Ariel had done in her few short days out of the egg, I just knew what she had felt, and as truly as if I had lived those days, I knew why. He was watching my face. "Sssh. It's alright." he murmured and kissed the tears from my cheek. It is very strange to discover you are not completely human. And yet, somehow it fits. All that beauty, that until now I felt I had stolen, that I had feared I might one day have to give back - now it feels right, as if I am entitled to it. For the first time, I feel completely at peace with this thing. This is how I am, this is how we are supposed to be. I am cross I cannot remember the flying, though. That sounded such fun. 20.56 Saturday 21st August 2004 PL 9, stats 34-24-36-C I have tailed off on the log again - laziness, but I tell myself there is not much to report. Our bodies seem to have settled down now. We keep up the training, and I go to the beauty clinic once a week for a "maintenance" session. Not that I worry about Mike - he would be besotted with me however I looked, but it is fun being the sexiest wife in town. Mike gets a strange kick out of how his mates pant after me. We both spend quite a bit on clothes. I justify it as having to look good for my man, but of course there is just something so nice about wandering down the aisle fingering skimpy outfits. You know, trying on stuff that you *know* will make you look hot enough to give any man a hard-on. What is surprising is how easy it is to get Mike to buy clothes - I could never get him interested before. I dared to go to the Doctor last Tuesday, for a general check-up. He was certainly very attentive, and it is just as well that it is a couple of years since I was last there - I could see him puzzling to remember if I had always looked like this. He blushed so nicely while he was checking for lumps - I would have thought that he had seen enough women to have lost that reaction for ever, so it's good to know I still have something. I would not let him do an X-ray, just in case there was something weird still there. After all, I do still feel great. He rang me with the results today - all fine, which was a relief. Except for the bacteria count. Which was unusual, because it was nil. None at all, not any strain. He says that that never happens, that everyone has millions of bacteria living in them, even if they do no harm, so the test must have gone wrong. He suggested a repeat, but I told him not to bother and he let it go. Hmmmmm. Sex? Well we keep at it, maybe a little self consciously, but hey, neither of us are going to complain. We get it together two or three times most days, which is not bad. Standard human style stuff these days, although we have picked up a few tricks and habits that might be frowned on in polite society. At night, it is mostly cuddles. Neither of us can get to sleep without at least a quick screw (but more often a very long and leisurely one) and he wakes up if there is not at least an arm or leg or some part of me draped over him. Me, I have made a private vow I am never going to sleep out of his arms, no matter where we are or what happens. To be honest I do not think I would have much choice. There is no blue left. Everything is just ordinary saliva or semen colour. I wonder where it has all gone? Fortunately Mike's cum still tastes as yummy as ever - or is it that my taste for it has evolved at the same time? No strange healing powers, although I have been reluctant to test it. I do have an odd feeling in my insides sometimes, not in my stomach but lower down - as if something in my womb remembers the strange days - or as if there was still something there. And I have not had a period yet, not since all this started, almost three months ago now. I suppose that will be the last thing to show the reversion is complete. 09.50 Sunday 29th August 2004 Mike here. Wow. Just when we thought it was all over. Yesterday Celia told me she was getting period pains, like she used to a day before the flow started. I could have done without the detail, but she thought it was important. Then, well, we were getting a bit frisky before supper. If you have a knockout babe like mine wandering around sometimes you need to satisfy one hunger before attending to the other, and I was thinking that maybe we would not be getting much action tomorrow. So she is on her back on the sofa, trying to suck my tongue down her throat, when she hooks her knee over the back of the sofa and pulls her skirt up around her waist. Mmmm, silly little white panties. But before I can get my eager hands on them, she grabs one side of them and with a jerk, rips them apart herself. Now they look like a garter decorating one thigh while her hot swollen pussy lips beckon to me. I am kissing and sucking her down there, and I slip a couple of fingers in while she wriggles; when she sudenly stops me and and pulls my head up. She looks at me with THAT look and in her husky "if-you-don't-fuck-me-now" voice says "Mike ... fist me ... like you used to ... we can still do it" Now in fact we hadn't done that for quite a bit and my hands are not small. But, when a lady asks so prettily ... I slip a third finger in, and she is SO hot and slippery that the whole set follows not soon after. She is writhing, and I never can resist the rush when I know it's me giving her that feeling. Sure enough, after a few more minutes my whole hand is in, although it is folded over and cramped, and, frankly, pretty uncomfortable. Still I never would have believed it was possible at all. That's when I met something coming the other way. Yep, deep in her pussy, lets be technical, at the end of her vagina, coming out of her cervix, was some round smooth object. I froze. "Celia, honey ... " Just gasps came in reply. I began to worry in case they were pain not pleasure. "Celia, hey, you alright?" I was trying to gently extricate my hand now, although without stretching her even more that was going to be difficult. "Ohhh ... yess ... yessss ... OHHHHHHHH ... " apparently she WAS alright, which was the main thing. By now I was succeeding, but the thing was following my fingers down, still bumping into the tips. "Ohh ... Ohhhh ... AAAHHHHHH ..." she cried out, and spasmed and shook as if she was having the most almighty cum of her life. She collapsed back. And I sat on the floor, next to the sofa, very suddenly, where my legs dropped me. Because the thing in my hand was about three inches long, and oval shaped. Slightly warm, resilient feel to it, and translucent blue. While I sat there stunned, she began to come down "Mmmmmm, Mike that was amazing. What did you do?" And then, because I was now giggling like an idiot, "Mike? What's going on?" I couldn't speak for laughing. It all clicked. Ariel, the changes, the blue; at last it all made sense. Now I understood the whole affair. "MIKE THONRTON!" she said in her best stern voice "What is going on? What is that?" Slowly I regained control, wiping the tears from my eye, and held up the prize for her to see. "It's an egg. A blue egg. A blue fairy egg." So. Who shall we give this to? End of Chapter Four EPILOGUE I have some news for you. We are expecting! I am pregnant. I have known since yesterday, but the news has been sloshing around in my head and it is only now that I really get it, how weird this thing is. Mike has planted a seed in me that is going to become a new person, someone who has never existed before. And this new person is going to grow inside of me and live off me, until they are ready to come out. Then they are going to, no, I am going to push them out, through ... well we will not even have the blue magic, but we will cope. There was a pregnant woman waiting at the bus stop this morning, and I could not help staring at her. She was quite far gone, leaning back a bit to balance her weight, which of course showed off this great round belly out in front of her. She was not wearing a maternity smock or anything, just jeans with the waist band under her tummy and a cotton top which stopped above her belly button. The bottom half of her bump was all naked, and I cannot describe how it made me feel. Almost erotic. It was so round and tight I could not take my eyes off the beautiful curved shape of her. She saw me looking and smiled before she turned away - she obviously didn't mind the stares. Everyone is so used to mothers and babies that we never think it odd. But once you understand what is going on here ... Never mind superhuman sex or even blue fairy eggs, nothing you could ever invent is as unbelievable, as extraordinary, as growing a baby inside you. Soon that will be me - only seven and a half months to go. The other thing. Do you remember that fairy business last year? Ever since, I have been so worried about keeping it all a secret. What a waste of time. Who would ever believe us! I mean if I ever attempted to tell someone, they would just think it was a story - not only that, but a ridiculous, impossible, unbelievable story. In fact I am going to do just that. I am going to tell the world. So I need to find that web site that Mike used to go on, the porn stories one that he thought I did not know about. It was called asstar.com or something. I have found it, "www.asstr.org" It is really easy. You open up an account, and they give you web space with everything you need. This log is going up, just as it is. So, all you people out there, this is just a silly bit of fiction. Of course it is. But ... if anyone ever sends you a translucent blue egg, about three inches long, slightly warm and smooth to the touch ... well, find yourself a partner you trust, because I can tell you now, it's going to be a pretty wild ride! THE END Yeah, I know, silly stuff. Still I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Drop me a line to 'oldsofty @ hotmail.co.uk' (don't forget to remove the spaces) let me know where you liked it let me know why you hated it and above all let me know if a blue egg ever hit YOUR life!