Jaycee's Blog - Dec 24-30

I have to update you on a couple of things, namely how Priya's "perfect day" (on Dec 24) went and the gift I gave the faeries for Christmas.

Let's start with Priya. Since I gave my Friday gift away and told the faeries to give her a perfect day, I left it to them to make her day the best it could be. Of course, this was perhaps poor judgement on my part since you never know what faeries will come up with. What they think is a perfect day differs significantly from what you and I might consider a perfect day. In addition, I had asked them to be discreet so Priya wouldn't realize anything was afoot. I might as well have talked to a wall for all the good it did.

They started the day on a good note. Through circumstances not worth explaining, they locked Priya's very handsome neighbor outside his apartment while wearing nothing but a towel. The way Grief was describing him, he had the face of a GQ model and the body of a Chippendale. She let him in to spare him some embarrassment while they waited for the building manager to come up with a spare key. Of course, with faeries in the room, things took another turn. He found himself having an embarrassing erection (not to mention an unexpected spurt of penile growth); Priya—who'd been infatuated with him for the better part of the last year—couldn't resist. He scrambled her eggs for breakfast, if you'll forgive the trite expression (although he did cook her breakfast after the wild sex).

Soon after he left, a UPS man delivered a LARGE box full of top-brand clothing. Priya protested she hadn't ordered any of those, but the name & address were right, "so please sign here so I can complete my run," the delivery man said. (It occurs to me in hindsight that he may not have been a real person, just something conjured up by the faeries, or some cat transformed into a delivery man—but who cares, right?) The box was full of high-fashion clothing that perfectly matched Priya's measurements. She spent almost two hours trying all of the clothes in the box and took plenty of photos of herself doing it. (The faeries were only too happy to conjure images of what she looked like in each item, so I had my own Priya fashion show.)

Around mid-morning, Priya chastised herself for being late, so she quickly put something comfortable on and rushed to the mall to do some last-minute shopping. The faeries had given her some kind of aura that totally charmed men and women around her. People interrupted her to pay her the most delightful compliments, and more than a few men handed her a hastily-purchased flower. The look on her face (I'm told) was worth a million bucks. She must have felt like a total princess. And as luck would have it, all the items she wanted to purchase (even the hard-to-find ones) were miraculously available, and on sale (50% off).

So far, it sounds like the faeries were doing a really great job. Let me spoil the ending: it didn't last.

The faeries decided it would be "fun" to give her bigger boobs, but they didn't discuss it with each other first. Unbeknownst to each other, they had cast a slow growth spell that would increase her bust by one cup before the end of the day. That amounted to FIVE spells (Naughtybelle said Nuttybelle also cast one), so that's a lot of growth. They had cast the spell some time in the morning, so by the time noon rolled around, Priya had already grown one cup. She noticed something was wrong, though she wasn't overly alarmed. Some swelling could occur from time to time, and perhaps the great sex she'd had with Greg (her neighbor) was partially to blame. Who knew. But by the time 2 PM rolled around, her inadequate bra was painfully digging into her skin.

The faeries realized what had happened and, after talking to each other, agreed that they would cast a charm that would hide the change from Priya. She wouldn't feel any discomfort and would still see herself as she was this morning. They couldn't stop the growth spells from doing their job, however, so they paid close watch to the expansion to avoid any wardrobe malfunction. As soon as her clothing started ripping, they adjusted its size accordingly. None of that stopped people around her from noticing her E-cup mammaries. Men leered; women frowned; children pointed. Had Priya realized what was happening to her, she'd have blushed beet red from embarrassment. As it were, however, she just went about her business, walking at a brisk pace that made her boobs bounce quite obviously.

The situation became even more complicated when Priya ran into one of her friends, some girl called Mia. Mia was a slim blonde with short curly hair, a beige skirt and black stocking. She was pretty sexy, according to the faeries. They hugged each other, after which Mia seemed shocked by Priya's expansion.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "That's SOME improvement."

Before Mia could spill the beans and tell Priya how much bigger her boobs were (she was an F-cup by then), the faeries induced in her an urge to pee that would not be denied. Mia quickly excused herself, squirming as she raced for the nearest bathroom.

Her boobs reached their maximum size by 5 PM, around the time she was on her way to her parents' house for the Christmas Eve dinner. There waited for her: her mother and father; her younger brother, his wife, and three nephews; her older sister, her wife, and their teenage son (adopted). Of course, to avoid any trouble with Priya's expanded chest, the faeries cast spells all around that prevented anyone from noticing her boobs. Since Priya's aura of charm was still present, they all paid her the nicest compliments, saying how delightful it was to see her and so on. There was a lot of magic in that room, lemme tell ya.

While the family was chatting and catching up in the living room, the faeries inspected the meal that had been prepared for the night and decided it needed to be more perfect. They debated over what to do. Naughtybelle (allegedly conveying Nuttybelle's opinion) suggested some faerie dust could enhance the meal, but the others voted her down. A simple taste illusion should do the trick. And technically, it did.

The problem was that there was too much magic in the room. Priya had two spells on her: the aura of charm and the expanded boobs. Everybody else was blind to her physical change thanks to another spell, and they were under her aura of charm. Adding magic on the food was the straw that broke the camel's back. Too much faerie magic can cause some chaos to occur, and it's hard to predict what it'll be.

It started happening halfway through dinner. Priya's older sister and her wife got a little grabby with each other. Priya's parents wouldn't stop talking about their sex lives in very explicit terms that made everyone at the table blush. The wife of Priya's brother disappeared under the table at some point and, from the looks of it, gave him a non-subtle blowjob. As for Priya herself, the combination of spells caused her breasts to become ultra-sensitive, so much so that she couldn't help grope them (as discreetly as she could) when no one was looking, almost climaxing each time she did.

Realizing it would be incredibly hard to keep covering this up, the faeries put everyone to sleep and set the room to look like they'd all had a lot to drink. When they'd wake up (at midnight), they'd think they had imagined all this stuff, wish each other a Merry Christmas, and move on with their lives.

And so went Priya's Perfect Day, which in hindsight could have gone much, much worse.

So that was the first (and long!) part of my update. The second part is the gift I gave the faeries. That's much shorter: I managed to create (without them figuring it out) a ten-minute video clip of every photo or video I had of Minx. I had them sit down in front of the TV and hit play. There was Minx in all types of situation: us at the park, or travelling to France, or her making faces at my tarantula through the glass of the terrarium, or watching her first hockey game on TV with the excitement of a child, and so on. In all the clips, she was always cheerful, affectionate, or plain goofy. There wasn't an ounce of malice in her, and making the video made me realize how much I miss her.

When the video was done, I looked at the faeries. They had all gathered around Attitude, who was weeping, and were giving her a tight hug.

"I miss her," I said simply.

Attitude looked at me through her tears. She didn't say anything, just mouthed the words thank you.

--Jaycee