How to Catch a Faerie
(and Get Fucked by One)
By: Raven Malk

Author's Note:
This story contains situations that some may consider offensive.
The easily offended can choose not to read and I suggest you do
that. Otherwise, please enjoy.

This story contains belly expansion, gender bending, breeding,
and hiccups.

You have been warned.



Damien Nichols had grown up hearing all about the faeries. The
most basic of the tales told all about the origin of the faeries
in South Carolina. They snuck over on the first ships to the New
World. Then they set off in the wild to settle what would become
modern day South Carolina. When the people started moving South
from the original colonies, the faerie-kind went even deeper into
the woods.

All that was well and good and interesting, but the other stories
really fascinated Damien. The ones that men young and old talked
about all over town. For the most part, Damien figured the
stories were all crap. Men spewing about crazy conquests just to
impress their friends. 'Fuck a faerie,' how does that even work?

So when he found himself setting a wine glass out in the garden
behind the house, Damien chalked it up to the few drinks he'd
already had tonight. He poured about an inch of beer in the
bottom of the glass and headed back inside. Damien would check
later and see if he'd caught anything more than a few unfortunate
bugs.

Damien grabbed another beer and laid out on the couch, one arm up
behind his head. When that can was conquered, he crushed it. The
can bounced off the wall a second later. Damien burped and
scratched his stomach. The scratching turned into rubbing and
then his hand was moving lower. He scratched at his balls. Then
he heard it.

"Hi-uck!"

It was little more than a throaty squeak, but it had his
attention. The sound kept coming and coming, allowing Damien to
track it out to the garden. There, he couldn't believe what he
saw.

It had actually worked. Something much larger than any bug around
here was trapped in the wine glass. He knelt down beside it and
she didn't notice him for a second. It was a tiny woman.
Translucent wings pressed against the inside of the glass. She
was sitting at the bottom, her knees all bent up so that she
would fit.

"Hi-uck!" The faerie's tiny hand came up to her mouth and she
giggled. Her whole body had moved with the hiccup. When she saw
Damien's face outside the glass and looming huge, she gave a
small scream. Her hands scrabbled at the smooth interior of the
glass, but she couldn't get a hold. The wings fluttered and she
lifted a little. Another hiccup had her sliding back down.

Damien clapped a hand over the top of the glass and lifted it up
so he could see better. She sat with her knees still pulled up.
Damien caught sight of the tiny slit up between her legs. Okay,
so faeries were real. Cool. But those guys fucking them was
obviously a wet dream, nothing more.

So, no fucking this faerie. What else could he do with her?

Damien carried her into the house and dumped her in an old Mason
jar. She lay giggling and hiccuping in the bottom of the glass
while he stabbed holes through the lid. Damien screwed it on and
she started paying attention to him again.

"Hey-hic! What do yhic! think you're do-ic!?"

"Just making you comfortable so I can figure that out later."
Damien said.

He suddenly felt like bed would be a great idea. Damien carried
her into his room and set her on the dresser. He'd just laid down
when her hiccups seemed to get much worse.

"Hi-uck! Hi-uck! Hi-uck!"

"Oh, my God!" He groaned, sitting up. "Really?"

"You gave - hic! - me alcohol." She replied.

"So how long is this going to last?"

She just stared at him. "Hi-uck!"

Damien got up. Sleep would be impossible unless he did something.
He dragged his feet to the kitchen and back. He popped the tab on
the can and carefully unscrewed the lid on the jar, keeping ready
in case she tried something. Damien tipped the can and began to
pour.

The faerie stood as beer filled the bottom of the jar. Damien let
it get up around her waist before screwing the lid back on.

"Hey-ick!" She screamed.

"Drink a little more and maybe they'll go away." Damien offered.
He left the open can by the jar and went back to bed. Aside from
some slurping noises, the room was silent and he drifted off.

He woke to the sound of a belch that rumbled like it shouldn't
have come from a body that small. And it had to be her because it
certainly wasn't him and there was no one else here. Damien
clicked on the lamp by his bed. He looked to the dresser where
he'd left the faerie in her jar. His eyes widened.

The jar was still there and she was still inside of it. He
thought it was the same faerie, anyway. Damien walked in a bit of
a haze to the dresser where she was gurgling and belching and,
yes, hiccuping on occasion. The faerie was sitting with her back
to the other side of the jar so that he could easily see how
round her gut had become. Damien opened his mouth to ask what the
hell happened and shut it again. The beer he'd poured into the
jar was gone. The glass looked clean like she might have licked
every last drop. Damien's mind went ahead and supplied an image
of her tiny tongue cleaning the glass.

"Jesus Christ! You've got a real problem, you know that?"

The faerie rubbed the tight sphere of her stomach. "You obvio -
hic! - ly know that we - iee! - can't resist...resist alcohol.
Urp! Ohhhh, this hurts! Hi-uck!"

"Then you ought not to have done that." He said and smirked.

She gripped her stomach suddenly. "Help meee - ieek!"

Damien was fighting hard not to laugh. "I have no idea how."

"If you let me out of - hic! - here, I can change to a - urp! -
larger form and be okay."

Damien shook his head. "I've heard about this, you'll try to get
away."

She shook her head, sending her green-tinted hair waving back and
forth. A pointed ear flashed for a second. "If you he - elp me, I
owe you. I'll give you what you - uuuurrrppp! - what you want."

"And you know what I want?"

The faerie caressed her stomach with one hand and squeezed her
breast with the other. "It's what they - urp! - all want. All
night - hic! - can be a very real thing - oh! - with my kind."

Despite the sounds and her quite literal beer gut, Damien's pants
got way too tight all of a sudden. "No funny business or I'm
locking you right back in there."

He opened the jar and set it on its side so that she could crawl
out. Damien found himself enjoying the sight a little too much.
The way her tummy hung down heavy. The way it sloshed a little as
she moved. She had to stop a couple times for violent hiccups.
Free, she sat on the edge of the dresser with her legs hanging
down.

The change was subtle at first, but Damien soon noticed that she
was definitely getting bigger. As she grew, her stomach shrank
flat beneath breasts that looked much better this size. Before
she'd finished, he had covered one of the mounds with his hand.
Her lips parted and she moaned. Halfway through, it turned to a
small hiccup.

When she finished, the faerie was only a little smaller than the
average woman. She was still physically the same except for her
wings. Instead of growing in proportion to her body, they had
flattened to her skin, growing into a sort of living tattoo
spread over her back.

The first thing she did was grab the half-empty can of beer and
throw it back, chugging it all on one go. Afterward, she let out
the loudest burp, yet. And...no more hiccups.

She smiled at him and at this size, Damien could see that all of
her teeth appeared to have a sharp edge to them. "How we gonna do
this if you keep that stick of yours all covered up?"

Damien made a sound in his throat. He couldn't get his clothes
off fast enough. Bare, Damien felt this force wrap around him. It
jerked him forward until the tip of his cock was touching her
entrance.

The faerie spread her legs a tad more and angled her hips. "Well?
Come on, Big Boy."

Despite how small she still looked, Damien found himself
completely inside of her in one go. The faerie let out a long
moan. Her hands remained braced on the dresser, her legs wrapping
around his hips. When she spoke again, her accent had changed to
something that reminded him very much of the Irish he'd heard on
television.

"Oh, you've got a size on you, don't you?" She said.

Damien pulled back with a grin on his face. "That's what they
tell me."

The dresser thumped into the wall with every thrust, the jar
rolling to crash on the floor. Her hands came up to hold his
arms. "So you're a real ladies' man, are you?"

"I do all right," he said through gritted teeth. Damien could
feel the end coming much too fast. He was going to cum and that
would be it - she would be free. And he would be just like those
men at the bar with an unbelievable story.

The faerie's walls closed tight around him and then began their
own strange rhythm. Damien held her tight, cumming deep inside
the faerie girl.

"I guess that's that," he panted, regret coloring his words.

She giggled and pushed him away with a surprising strength. "I
said faeries do it all night, didn't I? I'm not done with you,
yet, Damien Nichols. Not by a long shot."

Damien had a second to wonder if he'd ever told her his name
before she had jumped down from the dresser. The faerie climbed
onto his bed on hands and knees. She dropped her head down,
leaving her ass in the air. She looked up at him.

The faerie wiggled her hips. "I'm feeling real empty, Damien."

"All right, then." What else could he say?

They fucked so many times before dawn that Damien was sure it had
to be some sort of magic keeping his cock hard and functioning.
As the Sun came up, he found himself on his back yet again. The
faerie girl was impaling herself on his cock over and over, head
thrown back. He rubbed her thighs as she fucked him.

The sunlight fell over them and he could suddenly see her better
than the lamp would allow. She had changed again some time in the
night. Her breasts seemed larger, fuller somehow. And her stomach
was less flat than he remembered seeing it. Damien touched her
stomach and she shook, cumming hard around his dick. He
immediately shot off yet another load inside of her.

The faerie's hands came down to rest on his chest. As he watched,
a bead of white appeared in her left nipple. Damien's mouth fell
open. "Are you...? Can you...? What...?"

She flashed that sharpened smile again and shook her head. "No.
But you might notice a few changes in yourself soon."

The faerie's hands massaged his chest and Damien felt a sudden
pressure there. With wide eyes, he stared at the breasts forming
new beneath her hands. They kept rising until she was massaging
mounds that matched her own in size and shape. A spritz of milk
sprayed up from one of his nipples.

"No," Damien groaned, not believing what he was seeing. He
grabbed her wrists and his hands shot back down to the bed, held
by the same invisible force that had pulled him to her that first
time.

"Yes." She said. The faerie continued to massage his chest -
practically milking him - as his stomach throbbed and then pushed
upward. Damien could do nothing but watch as his once flat
stomach bulged and rounded out. Something began moving around
inside of him and he jerked. But she wasn't done with him, yet.

Damien's cock began to shrink. The faerie girl laughed, watching
the emotions pass over his face as he felt his genitals change
and shift around until he was the owner of a fully functioning
vagina.

"You didn't think those would help with the birth, did you? Don't
worry, it's not gone forever. That lovely man-stick will come
back after the baby's born. And of course you'll have full use of
it for a few months until your body's ready to become pregnant
again." She reached down between her legs and stroked Damien's
new slit. The touch made him shiver under her. "This thing will
come back with a vengeance to have you howling like a cat. The
breast's are permanent - you have to feed your children, don't
you?"

"Why?" Damien's voice came strangled. She was playing around down
there and it was sending sharp stabs of pleasure through his
body. He hated each and every one of them.

"You lured me out, trapped me, and then wanted me to fuck you.
Rape deserves rape in turn. Now you will know how it feels to get
fucked. Over and over for the rest of your days. The curse I
place on you shall infect all of your bloodline. Your children
shall be male and they will know what you did and how you
fucked," the faerie jabbed her fingers hard inside of him, sharp
nails scraping his inner walls painfully, "them, too. For the
seed shall suffer as the fruit that carried it."

Damien was sobbing by the time she freed him from the invisible
bonds. His hands rubbed over his stomach and there was a beat
from inside.

The faerie looked down on him with cold eyes. Her own breasts had
stopped leaking and her stomach returned to its original form.
"You have about a month before that's ready to come out. Slán go
fóill, my boy."


EPILOGUE


Several years had passed since Ainreach had been to this house.
Children's toys and clothes were strewn everywhere. Bottles sat
drying in the kitchen by the sink. She paused in the door to the
nursery where three children slept, all very close in age. They
all had different fathers and all were male. The effects of the
curse wouldn't present until the boys reached puberty. Then
things would get very interesting around here. Very interesting
indeed. Another visit would be in order.

Ainreach left the kids to their dreams and flitted down the hall
to Damien's bedroom. She could hear the cries and grunts before
she got to the door. The tiny faerie slipped inside.

Damien had begun growing his hair out. Probably easier, she
thought. He was on all fours like an animal and what she saw
could only have been called rutting. The man behind Damien was
grungy looking with a beer gut to rival the one Ainreach had when
he'd forced all that beer on her.

There was a gentle flab hanging off Damien's middle. After all,
she had given him no time at all to lose any of the baby weight.
His breasts had continued to grow and hung as elongated pendulums
swinging back and forth as the man bred him hard.

Ainreach smiled. She made herself invisible and flew down to
stand on Damien's back. She danced a short jig before flying down
underneath him. Attaching herself to his stomach like an insect,
she sent more magic to the new parts inside him. Something told
her he was ready for a set of twins or two.

The faerie girl giggled and Damien dropped his head. Between his
breasts, he thought he caught a glimpse of something on his
stomach. Then it was gone.

Ainreach changed to her larger form back in the kitchen. Naked,
she went to the fridge and saw a six pack of beer. She grabbed it
and walked out into the night.


THE END


A/n: Hey! Thanks for reading.