FOPTA/Knock up Cosmo and Poof
Who is here?
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| Timmy | Wanda | Cosmo | Poof |
Something appears to have snapped in your brain . . . or maybe more like a switch has been flipped. You stare at Cosmo's exposed pussy as he humps into the jar of honey, becoming more and more of a sticky mess with each thrust. While you don't feel attracted to the cuntboy fairy . . . it is a womb that doesn't have your baby in it.
"Must . . . make . . . babies," you say in a monotone as you approach the oblivious fairy.
"Um . . . Cosmo," says Wanda.
"Ah! What do you want?" he replies, obviously surprised. "I'm just . . . doing our taxes. Boring stuff, you wouldn't be interested.
Wanda gets a frown, then shrugs. "Okay then, never mind. You keep on doing our 'taxes' if you want."
You line you child pecker up with Cosmo's honey-pot . . . literally in his case. Grabbing his hips, you thrust into his sweet, sticky pussy.
"Ah!" says Cosmo, "I'm being raped by a Vienna sausage!"
You feel at once insulted and embarrassed at the idiot's comparison of you cock with a tiny cocktail wiener. You know he probably thinks it actually is a Vienna sausage . . . which makes it all the worse. You are about to wish your cock bigger when you suddenly look at Poof, your next victim. Your cock is already probably too big for him. If you make it even bigger there is no way your fucking his toddler cunt.
"I wish my cock would perfectly fill any pussy I put it in," you say proudly. Both Wanda and Cosmo raise their wands, they glow briefly, then you suddenly feel things get a lot tighter down there.
"Ahhhh! Honey, now I'm getting raped by a Sasquatch," exclaims Cosmo.
"Serves you right!" says Wanda.
"And it feels great!" adds Cosmo.
"Oh, brother," says Wanda as she plants her face in her palm.
You continue ramming Cosmo with your massive cock as he tries in vain to make moronic statements. He seems to be having some difficulty forming words as grunts of pleasure are all he can mutter between unintelligible half-formed words. At that moment, with his girly voice and the fact that he is turned away from you, you're not having too much trouble imagining him as a girl. Soon you're shooting your load deep into Cosmo's sticky womb.
"Cosmo," you say, "I wish you could only wear pretty dresses from now on."
"Finnnnally," he says as he raises his wand poofing into a pretty green dress, "wait, how'd you know about my pretty dresses?"
"I'm referring to you as a girl from now on. Your new name is Cosma."
"But that makes my name Cosma Cosma . . . That's just weird."
"Poof, poof," says Poof. He seems to be floating in a magically created rope-barrier line like those you find at a theme park.
"Sorry Poof," says Wanda. "You're too young for this ride."
"Poof, Poof," he says with a frown, swinging his magic rattle in a circle. Suddenly you feel a tight toddler cunt around your cock (which to your embarrassment doesn't seem to have gotten at all smaller).
"Poof!" yells Wanda.
"Well," you say as you slowly start moving, "I guess she knows what she wants."
"He," says Wanda, "Poof is a boy fairy."
"You're all she now," you say, slapping a bow on her one hair.
You grab poof's spherical body and using her as an onahole. The tight toddler cunt clamps down on you in pulsing rhythm as you pound the little fuck-ball with wild abandon. It isn't long before you're shooting off into her tight toddler womb. Poof expands with your cum like an over-inflated basketball, then shoots off of your cock like a balloon letting out its air, spraying your cum all over the entire room.
"Ewww . . ." you say, "Wanda?"
"Poof are you okay," asks Wanda as she rushes to Poof's side.
"Poof poof," says Poof as she giggles.
"Wanda - room - clean - now," you say, "chop, chop!"
"No need to be so rude," says Wanda as she raises her wand, instantly cleaning the room.
So Who's Next?
| Wishes |
| Any girl that sees your cock want's you to fuck them. All fairy girls have both a vagina and a penis. Your cum always gets people pregnant. Your cock perfectly fills any pussy you put it in. Cosmo can only wear pretty dresses. |