Jaycee’s Blog - Sat, May 7

So let me update you on two large topics: the trials and tribulations of one Biff, and then me trying my hand at heroics.

First, let’s talk about Biff (who’s still looking like fitness model Jenny Poussin). He’s been crazy horny ever since I had Tarantina transform him into a hot chick. Even if he doesn’t have his boy parts anymore, he still gets aroused by hot women, which is what he’s staring at in the mirror every day. When I last met him (a few days ago), I had him admit that he masturbated a lot (almost every time he saw himself naked). Since he can only climax either by having sex with gay men or fantasizing about about gay men having sex, he’s largely opted to watch gay porn—saves him the embarrassment of actually having sex with men.

And while he’s still a half-undressed jackass (he can’t seem to stop himself from being offensive to people, which results in his clothes shrinking all the time), there seems to be some subconscious conditioning that’s happening beneath the surface. I tracked him down Friday night at a sleazy local tavern where he’d gone for drinks. Under cover of magical non-detection, I sat near him and observed while he stared at two guys having beers at the counter. He stared at them with a half-dreamy slack-jawed look that suggested he was having some sexual fantasies. Under the table, his crossed legs were discreetly jumped and down in a way that stimulated him. It’s as if he was now looking for men to fantasize about, as if the chance of getting caught (or of getting asked to sleep with them) was becoming a serious option—and these guys weren’t even gay. I’m starting to wonder if Tarantina’s magic doesn’t only have a physical effect, that it also has some psychological impact.

Which would be odd since everything I’ve learned about faerie magic is that it’s only physical, that it doesn’t change your basic nature. Is it possible that Tarantina’s magic (or dark faerie magic) has broader consequences?

Second item on my list: Jaycee, local superhero or something. You may remember a while back (late 2021, I think) that my faeries gave me some wishes, and I used one of them to do some superheroic stuff. This was a temporary thing, but now with Tarantina by my side, I figured nothing stopped me from going all out. Of course, personal abilities like invisibility, flight, superstrength, etc., don’t “stick” to me. I’m mostly immune to faerie magic. That means I can’t make myself immune to damage or anything of the sort. What I can do, however, is control people around me or render them harmless. In superhero parlance (for those of you who’ve ever played games like City of Heroes), I’m a crowd control guy. Disable, redirect, that kind of stuff.

So for fun, I asked Tarantina to create me an outfit that projected an aura of non-detection for people around me (so while I’m not invisible, people think and act as if I am), a set of bracers (the left one knocks people back, the right one saps all strength from them), and a white mask that allows me to gives instructions to people that they have to obey even if they can’t hear me. For fun,I’ve nicknamed myself “Blankman.” And under the cover of Blankman, I discreetly joined a pair of cops (the more senior one a man in his forties named Alex, the junior one a hot fit chick named Samantha) as they went on patrol.

It was largely uninteresting for most of the day. A lot of their work involved traffic violations and filing reports, but at one point they did get a call about a potential case of domestic abuse. Officers Alex and Sam got to the door, where a man with wild hair and wilder eyes answered the door. He wouldn’t let the officers in, but I “convinced” him to do so. The pudgy woman who turned out to be his wife as in the kitchen, sitting quietly with a bloody lip. She tried to cover for him, saying she’d bumped into a cupboard and cut her lip, but I made her tell the truth. The husband lost his mind and jumped her before the officers could stop him. I touched him and sapped his strength right before he slapped his wife, barely able to scratch her face before falling to his knees.

The officers were quick to subdue him and cuff him. Officer Alex dragged him to the car and stuffed him in the back while Samantha stayed behind to speak with the wife. I felt pretty good about my good deed and decided I deserved a little reward. I instructed both women to act as if nothing was going on while (standing behind Samantha) I opened her blouse to check her boobs. They were nice and big, stuffed in a sturdy white bra seemingly designed to make them look smaller. I moved behind her, dropped her pants, leaned her a little forward, and jammed myself inside her. I whispered into her ear to “save all that pleasure for the moment she’d sit in the car,” and got to work. I was incredibly turned on by the notion she didn’t even know what was happening to her and had an embarrasingly quick orgasm. I dressed her back up and she continued taking the wife’s deposition all business-like.

When it was done, she told the woman they’d be taking her husband to the station and lock him there for the night. She gave the wife a phone number to call for some help and joined Officer Alex at the car.

And the moment she sat in the passenger seat, all the pleasure she should have felt while I was screwing her suddenly crashed through her and drove her over the edge. Loudly. Both Alex and the abusive husband stared at her in disbelief. I had Tarantina make them forget what had just happened (in a chivalrous gesture to preserve her reputation) and to ignore any future orgasm she might have in front of them.

I think I migt hang around these two for a while.

--Jaycee