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Truth or Dare, Dimmsdale Style	By : misato29 Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 29307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly Oddparents or any of the characters in this story. I have no financial interest, expect no money, etc. I wrotes this for my own pleasure. Comments are most welcome.

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Cosmo was the youngest adult fairy in the world. Although he was of legal drinking age, he was carded every time he tried to buy Fairy Beer.
"I know, I know! Why does he need to buy Fairy Beer, didn't it just appear magically when he wanted it?"
"Well, it didn't. Just take my word for it. Although he had ID, it was always embarrassing for him to have to produce it. His ID photo was terrible and didn't look much like him (it was issued during the reign of King Tut, before cameras were invented and it had been a really bad-hair decade so it was no wonder that everyone assumed it was a phony ID.
Once he had the beer, he could produce it magically, but when he ran out, he had to go through the whole thing over again...
Eventually, time passed.
Boy, that’s a stupid sentence.
Mrs. Timmy’s Mom has been steadily drinking beer for hours. She has reached the perfect state of total inebriation where her tiny magically invisible, (supposedly) imaginary green haired friend joined her for a few more rounds and now they were drinking fairy beer.
Her nightgown is old and worn, threadbare in places. One wobbly, slightly drooping (but still very nice, thank you) breast has escaped from its satin confinement and is pointing it’s nubbly nipple in Cosmo’s direction.
“It’s such a happy titty,” he thought. “It doesn’t quite float, but it certainly bounces.” He poked it to the left and it bobbles leftwards, then right, then left and right again before settling back in place. He slaps it and her bouncy mom-tit shakes like gelatin.
He giggles.
Timmy’s mom laughs & sobs at the same time. Not a unpleasant sound.
Cosmo grabbed her breast and pulled it up her chest as high as it could go… almost,,, almost… almost high enough to reach her mouth, then he dropped it. Her meaty tit fell like a half filled water balloon, bounced once and rebounded, bounced twice and rebounded again before bobbling up, down, left and right.
“It’s such a happy titty” he said. Then, “So why are you crying, crazy lady?”
She sniveled, it was a drunkenly cute 3AM snivel. “Look at me, look at me!”
She slapped her thighs. “I can’t feel anything. I never feel anything.”
Her thighs are solid, like well-aged wood. A mighty callus had formed over her flesh making her impervious to pain. And the slap had echoed like a gunshot through Cosmo’s mostly empty head.
Cosmo reached back like a pitcher looking for his last fastball at the end of his last season and delivered a mighty open handed backhand slap to her breast. The vibration causes her entire body to vibrate. Mrs. Timmy's Mom rocks with the force of the slap. "I never feel anything... except when you hurt me."
Timmy’s father had a massive case of 5 o’clock shadow that never actually waited for any o’clock. He was proud of his stubbly chin and cheek whiskers. It was proof of his virility. It was proof of his manhood. It was proof that the male hormone injections were working. Years of Mr. Timmy’s dad rubbing his stubble over his wife’s body had scraped away anything resembling skin.
“You want to feel something?” Cosmo asked. “OK,” he said, exposing his teeth he bit her breast. She glanced down at him and caressed the back of his head. “No, nothing. I can’t feel anything.”
She was right, the flesh was rubbery. Not the good kind of rubbery like her bob-bob-bobbling titties, it was more like chewing on a tire (which was a feeling Cosmo knew quite well, but we can safely skip for now).
She moved Cosmo a little to the right (her right, his left) and he left a small tongue trail of spit bubbles on her flesh.
“A little more to the right…. back, left… up… up… up more… right there. There’s the spot, bite me there you green headed beer induced sexually frustrated perverted imaginary lover!”
Nothing… she felt nothing. Except for the pain. But that was something!
She wanted to feel him, even if he was only an imaginary alcohol induced illusion. She wanted to feel something.
“I’m a terrible wife” she moaned
“Yes crazy lady” said Cosmo, who was stretching her turgid nipple to see if how big he could make it. He used both hands.
“I’m a terrible lover,” she panted.
“That’s what everyone says, you’re the worst,” replied Cosmo who kneaded, rolled, pounded and slapped her swelling breast. His hands glowed with magic.
She cried out in pain and lust. "It hurts so much."
"Almost done!"
"Will it hurt? Please baby, will I feel it?"
Her right breast was twice, maybe three times its normal size. It grew bigger than Cosmo's entire body. He had wrapped himself around it and struggled to keep it from swelling any larger. He squeezed it tightly, the handprints of his earlier slaps showed red against her white skin.
Something seemed to fizzle below the surface of her skin. She screamed in ecstasy. There was a bubbling roar as pale amber frothy fluid erupted from a distended nipple.
Timmy's Mom threw her head back and screamed. "I feel it, I feel it-it-it-it!"
The bubbling fluid, the finest Fairy Beer ever brewed rained down on Cosmo's face. "Its a gusher!" he yelled before locking his lips on the source of his alcoholic pleasure.
He pinched he nipple until the geyser had subsided (no sense wasting it!) and maneuvered it to her mouth. Mrs. Turner happily shared a suckle until she fell asleep, leaving a trail of frothy bubbles and foam running down her chin.
Cosmo looked fondly at Timmy's Mom. Fairy Godparents didn't get to interact much (or at all!) with their Godkid's human parents. Cosmo liked her. In his own stupid way, he wanted her to be happy. "And who could be unhappy with a tit-full of Fairy Beer?!" he thought proudly.
He looked down at her left breast, so much smaller that the magical brewery he had just created on the other side. "Its a shame to let the little feller' go to waste."
He thought about nachos (he always thought about nachos).
Then he thought about hot nacho cheese.
"YA, NACHO CHEESE!"
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