Jaycee's Blog - Sat, Aug 26 (Patreon)

Sometimes, I like to sit on the terraces of coffee shops and observe people as they walk around. With summer coming to an end, I thought I'd do that today. I brought Tarantina with me because it's been about a week since I had her use some magic on someone, and I've been feeling the Urge a bit. If you're wondering about the physical sensation, it's something like knowing you're going to sneeze, but it's not happening. It's right there, distracting you but just out of reach.

I was on a fairly crowded street, sitting at a table all by myself and watching people walk by. Not too far, a blind woman was sitting on a foldable stool, playing music on an electronic keyboard. She wasn't pretty, but she had a broad grin as she performed requests from passersby. I spotted two young women (barely in their twenties, I think) snickering in the distance, pointing at the musician and mocking her somewhat goofy grin. It was petty and cruel. I decided if they were going to mock the musician, they should become part of her act and help draw a crowd.

To their surprise, they both hurried to stand behind the musician. They gasped in shock as their boobs expanded to watermelon proportions, then blushed furiously as their hands ripped open their shirts to exposed their braless mammaries. Without meaning to, they began swaying to the music, playing with their breasts and tweaking their nipples while feeling their crotches dampening quickly. That quickly drew a big crowd who, armed with cameras, recorded their performance for posterity.

Of course, since I'd instructed Tarantina to make their nipples hypersensitive, it didn't take long before they were overcome with pleasure and collapsed in a spastic heap behind the musician (who, I need to point out, remained perfectly professional and enthusiastic throughout the performance).

I have to admit, with their enhanced assets, the two girls were quite attractive. Most of my Urge was gone, but there was enough temptation left that I had Tarantina lead them to a back alley. There, they (reluctantly) used said assets to massage me and bring me to a rather (ahem) prolific climax.

Overall, an otherwise uneventful weekend. Oh, except for my new job: I deliver poutines part time, now. I've become nervous about my revenues now that I don't dare use Tarantina's magic to acquire new funds. Delivering poutines (using the restaurant's tiny Smart car) gives me a small pay check in case things start getting bad. I'm starting tomorrow. I'll let you know how that goes.

--Jaycee