Jaycee's Log - Sun, Dec 5

Yesterday, my faerie advent calendar allowed me to change the size of any man's penis (bigger or smaller). I did have some fun with myself (checking all sizes from micro-penis to literally a third leg) and gave the faeries a fun show. I'm no standup comedian, but after I did "Turbo Helicopter" and "Cracking the Whip," they eventually sat down on the back of the couch, conjured up popcorn and soft drinks, and watched me as I went through a whole repertoire of big dick jokes. (It helps that I love standup comedy and they don't, so these were all new to them.)

I eventually settled for a good 9-inch at rest, figuring it'd be big enough to advertise it if I went out. I have no girlfriends at the moment and figured it might be fun to try and attract one with a big dick. Unfortunately, Sophie got in the way. As I headed for the lobby to get my jacket, she intercepted me in full dominatrix gear and spoke to me in a heavy Russian accent.

"Oh, big boy has big pee pee now, eh? Well big boy show Sophie what big pee pee can do. You come with Sophie now."

No doubt, the faeries were having their own fun by controlling her this way and it's not like the marathon of sex that followed was bad (on the contrary). Another indicator that the faeries were up to no good (or a LOT of good) was the duration of my refractory period, which went to half an hour to mere minutes. I was barely done with Sophie that I was getting aroused again and we were getting it on like wild weasels.

I was finally able to leave the house—though I was pretty spent—because Jennifer and I had tickets to a Pompei exhibit at a local museum in the afternoon. I had some fun increasing the "size" of some men within her eye line, which after a while probably got to her. She got very fidgety and anxious to finish the visit. I caught her texting her boyfriend a few times and had a pretty good guess about what she was talking about.

(As a side note, all the guys I "enhanced" eventually noticed, got a puzzled look, and rushed off to the bathroom—where a line-up of similarly-affected guys were anxiously waiting for a booth to examine themselves.)

I'd say that was a day of good deeds.

--Jaycee