Time to be honest about what you want.

Paphia and you ease yourselves to the floor. You take the time to peel the spandex workout shorts from her legs while she tosses her cutoff sweatshirt to the side. You push your magically-enhanced cock forward into the dryad's gushing pussy. She lets you in, effortlessly, her pussy somehow still incredibly tight as you push your massive length, more than a foot of coke-can thick cock, deep into her.

"Ooooooooooh..." she moans, her eyes going glassy as her heart melts. "That's soooo good..."

The dryad's back arches in pleasure. Her two fellow fae knee-walked their way across the floor, eyes fixating on the rutting couple before them, to kneel behind Paphia, letting the Dryad lay her head in their soft laps.

"We're all going to be pregnant together... I love university already, and it hasn't even started yet!" tittered Lily, Ariella nodding in agreement.

You earnestly start your fucking of Paphia, your athletic hips powering into the prone dryad with **** born of enthusiasm, feeling pleasure course through your body at the feeling of supernatural warmth and tightness around your cock. Leaning your head forward, you rub your face in Lily and Arianna's massively endowed busts, delighting in the feeling of soft flesh on you, and taking a moment to lick and suck on their nipples. The haplessly oversensitive faeries shiver and moan at your caresses, their voiced forming a low complement to Paphia's shrieks and moans of pleasure. An idea hits you as you remember the size your lovers had reached when under the effects of the potion last night.

"Paphia!"

Her lust-addled expression focuses somewhat at the call of her name, her arms reaching up to entwine themselves behind your neck, but you gently push them back down so her palms are resting on her own huge tits, your thrusts never stopping.

"Can you .... ah.... renew your own enchantment from last night?" You ask, in between breaths. As a soccer player, your cardio is great, but even you have limits.

Paphia, lost in lust, doesn't answer you directly, but you can see a faint glow emanate from her hands, and her breasts begin to swell again. It's almost imperceptible at first, with the rippling motion of her body as your hips pound into her, but soon you can see her breasts approaching the titanic size they were the night before, and, just as before, you can see droplets of white beading on the tips of her rock-hard nipples. By now her breasts are massive, larger than her head. Her thighs are trembling with the exertion of focusing on this while being bred, her eyes squinting, her mouth still open in gasps of pleasure.