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Jaycee's Blog - Sat, Apr 1
🕑 Added 2023-04-02 21:45:23 +0000 UTCApril Fools Day is a tradition that I'd largely stopped following, but with Tarantina by my side, it's just something I couldn't pass up. It involved being on the receiving end of a significant amount of name calling, but it was all for a worthy cause.
First, Floriane. I got some inspiration from the old anime show, Ranma 1/2. Every time she was hit by warm or hot water, she turned into a horny and busty catgirl (think the Puma sisters from Dominion Tank Police). Cold water turns her back. There's just an unfortunate side effect to the spell: she turns dumb as a doorknob and acts on pure instinct. She can't be reasoned with until she's had what she wants—and what she wants is sex. Took me an hour of very acrobatic lovemaking before I could escape her, get a glass of water from the bathroom, and splash her with it. On the bright side, she didn't remember much about the transformation, only the wild sex, so I didn't have to explain the spell too much.
Then, on my way to Morgan's place, I passed a fish market. Since I'm currently writing a short story involving a roaming dildo chasing women in a cabin in the woods, I decided to have Tarantina turn the fish into fish-shaped dildos. They suddenly floated zipped about, searching for the nearest female. They slid up pant legs or up skirts, got past any underwear blocking their way, and worked their magic on their victims. There were cries of shock, then protest, then moans. Women of all ages, shapes, and colors found themselves reaching orgasm quickly, most of them writhing on the floor in ecstasy. One of them was a Muslim woman wearing a burka. When her husband raised his hand to punish her, I had Tarantina create a very special dildo just for him. The dildo reached its destination before the third blow. Things got a little gay for him, if you know what I mean.
For Morgan, I had something else in mind. I decided she’d had a rough enough year (or life?) so I thought I’d give her a shot at pranking someone using Tarantina’s services. She mentioned that her friends Claudia and Zachary—two very militant Baptists—might make good targets. They spent their weekends in shopping malls with a portable stand filled with religious brochures with titles like “The Glory of God,” “There Is real Hopes” (sic), and “Confronting Unbelief in the World.” They would proselytize to anyone who’d listen and even to a few people who told them to go fuck themselves. They were longtime friends of Morgan, though she was never sure if they weren’t just lying in wait, waiting for a difficult moment in her life to pounce and press her into joining their church. Other than that, they were kind and generous people, so she liked having them in her life. She wasn’t sure how to prank them, however.
That’s where I came in. I suggested that any time one of them started proselytizing to passersby, they would lose an article of clothing every minute, starting from outer clothes and ending with underwear. The thing was, only THEY would see that. Anyone else around them would see them fully clothed. It was only a mental illusion. I explained it to Morgan and she thought it’d be hella fun. Since I’d never met them, I didn’t need to disguise myself; for Morgan, I asked Tarantina to turn her into a big breasted amazon wearing a form-fitting biker leather outfit.
We found them where Morgan said and told Tarantina to unleash the spell as planned. Then Morgan and I walked casually past their brochure stand, pretending to be curious, and the fun started. Claudia asked me if I believed that God could save me. I said I didn’t know I needed saving, and we began to chat. Zachary started talking to Amazon Morgan with a similar opener. After a minute, Claudia blinked in surprise and stopped mid-sentence.
”Yes?” I said. “What will Jesus do about it?”
She briefly looked down at herself. I don’t know what she saw, but I bet her jacket was gone and she was left with her blouse, skirt, and so on.
”Jesus will come back,” she said, “and absolve you of your sins. If you have faith in him, he’ll lift you up to the Kingdom of God and give you eternal life forever.”
She went on and on. Next to me, Morgan was playing the same game with Zachary. After a second minute, Claudia gasped and blushed furiously. Either her blouse had disappeared and she thought she was standing in front of me with just her bra, or her skirt was gone and I could see her underwear. She had no idea that to me—and the rest of the world—she was still clothed. I was looking at her as if everything was normal, which it was.
”I’m sorry,” she said, glancing around and catching a glimpse of her half-undressed husband. “W-what’s happening?”
I frowned, pretending I didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, so I knew what item of clothing she thought had vanished.
“I…I’m sorry about my appearance.” She glanced at her husband. I could tell she wanted to run away, but she was torn between her duty and her modesty.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said. “You look fine to me. Please, go on, I really want to hear more about Jesus and God. I feel I‘ve lived a life of sin and maybe it’s time I mend my ways…”
She looked at me, cheeks flaring red, trying to decide if I was serious or mocking her. She opted for the former and resumed her preaching. Another minute passed. That’s probably when her skirt disappeared. By now, Zachary’s jacket, shirt and pants were probably gone as well, and since he wasn’t wearing a bra, odds were that his briefs were next on the list. Both Baptists were looking at each other, looking incredibly embarrassed and…a little horny? I returned my attention to Claudia and examined her more closely.
Yes, she was horny. Her religious babbling was becoming less sensical and slightly more suggestive. She was talking about letting Jesus in me *ooh* the way she’d let him *aah* inside her, and that he’d welcome me to Kingdom Cum. She was making less and less sense, and neither was Zachary. I could see a large tent in his pants pointing straight at Morgan, who was struggling to keep her composure. She was so oviously about to burst out laughing that I caught her hand and had her swap places with me.
“You don’t mind?” I asked the Baptists, who were starting to writhe on the spot where they were like they were seconds away from orgasm. I figured it might add to their embarrassment if they stood almost naked in front of someone of their own gender. I glanced quickly at Tarantina, who glared back at me with her usual contempt. I was pretty sure she’d thrown in a bit of arousal into the curse, something she later confirmed. With every article of clothing that “vanished,” their level of arousal was getting higher.
Zachary was making no sense, but he kept on valiantly spreading the word of God while shuddering in pre-orgasmic bliss. When it finally hit him, he clutched his crotch and dropped to his knees, his face contorting in ecstasy. I saw a wet spot appear in the front of his pants, confirming he’d reached *ahem* the end of the road.
Next to him, Claudia was valiantly trying to keep going, squirming like she needed to pee real bad. Morgan was giggling openly now, unable to stop herself from appreciating the show. Her friend finally came hard, her body shuddering like she was hit by a cattleprod. At last, she collapsed next to her husband.
After they recovered (and glanced at themselves, confirming they were indeed fully dressed despite their earlier impression), they got up, dusted themselves, and (much to their credit) asked if we’d like to feel the bliss of God the way they had just experienced.
I ain’t one for religion, but I had to take the brochure. They’d certainly earned it.
--Jaycee
