Special Agent Morris Manfred. Top of my class from kindergarten to Annapolis. Former Heavyweight champion. Head of the CIA's Anti Magic Tactical Unit. I'm the best at what I do.
Nothing scares me, but magic is some serious shit. It's dangerous and unpredictable.
Despite what many people think, magic should not be accepted, embraced, or glorified.
All uses of magic would be completely illegal and feared if people knew what was good for them.
I had a partner once. He was one of the best undercover agents there ever was. That is until we took down a warlock/witch alliance. He got careless...
I think he...
she's married to some ball player now. I tried to keep in touch, but all she wanted to do was fuck me. My partner was gone. That's what magic does. It turns people into freaks... and even worse... it makes them
like it.
That is why my unit hunts down these magical creatures running amok, spreading their disease, slowly misshaping the world to the point where they won't have to hide anymore.
I'm what they hide from.
I'm the boogeyman.
Day 1
We were hot on the trail of a powerful sorceress known as "
The Gypsy Queen". If we could take
her down, we could take anything down.
Day 4
After busting another one of the Gypsy Queen's perverted magic brothels where sick bastards can pay to be turned into whatever they want for a night, we knew that we were closing in on her.
Day 10
We thought we could handle her. She was too damn powerful. She turned most of my team into farm animals.
The rest she turned into her new moneymakers. They were all good agents. I had to abandon them. I thought I got away clear at least...
...that is until my dick got away from
me. I used to have the biggest balls there were. Then magic took my balls away. I think the bitch cursed me. I rather she'd killed me.
Day 14
It was definitely a curse, alright. Incurable and progressive. I didn't want to admit it, but my career was over. I begged the higher ups to give me another crack at the Gypsy Queen, but when my vision started to worsen on top of my losing agents in the field, and getting myself cursed like some ignorant rookie, let's just say I'm lucky that the CIA is gonna provide a new civilian identity for me.
Day 20
The curse continues to humiliate me. For a while, I kept getting younger... for the most part.
My face and biological age finally stopped decreasing at the tender age of 13. My
body, on the other hand, is embarrassingly getting more and more womanly. That, combined with my twenty years of service and my
forty years on this Earth, barely allowed the Relocation Unit to make my new identity's official age even as old as 17. So not only am I a
girl, but now I'm technically a
minor! Luckily, they found a rich, eccentric couple that are willing to adopt me named the Marigolds. My new name is gonna be "Mia Marigold".
They showed me pictures of their house. It's way better than
my place at least. If I'm stuck with this new life, I might as well live it up in the lap of luxury. Maybe I should just look at it as an early retirement.
Day 23
My... "parents" are okay, I guess. They've bought me plenty of clothes and some contact lenses. The clothes are a little too girly for my taste, but I guess I gotta get used to being a girl. My curves just keep on growing. Stupid curse. It is so embarrassing. I'm so glad that I don't have to go to school or anything. I don't like the idea of boys drooling all over me... except for one maybe...
Day 28
I can't believe it, but mom and dad are apparently friends with
Dorian Chase's parents! He's totally famous! We met one night when our families got together at a dinner party. I mean, as a man I never liked his dumb "
Vampire Games" movies, but as a "teenage girl", I've found a whole new... appreciation for them.
Day 37
Dorian's a totally cool guy, we hang out like all the time, he's
SO HOT! ...Stupid curse is messing with my
mind now... Great.
Day 46
Well... Dorian and I are officially dating now. You know what? I'm not ashamed... I'm happy! My boyfriend is handsome, rich, famous, sweet, and good in bed! There, I said it!
Day 51
Wait, what the hell do the stupid paparazzi want with pictures of
ME, dammit?! I'm not even hanging out with Dorian right now! Oh, that's
it! I'm dumping him before I end up KILLING these clowns in twenty different ways!
Day 68
Well, unfortunately, being the arm candy of one of the hottest young actors in the world and then dumping his ass has turned me into kind of a celebrity in my own right. I've officially become just another silly little bimbo oddity created by magic, famous for my freakish, overgrowing "assets". ...Wonderful.
Day 80
God, this stupid curse makes hiding from the paparazzi impossible! I can't even go to the damn beach in peace! When the hell am I gonna stop growing?!
Day 451
Well, by the time Gypsy Queen's curse was done with me, I was technically 18, which meant I was old enough to start the only career I could have...
I'm now "Mia Mountains" the most successful "barely legal" porn star ever. I'll be accepting the "
Hottest Newcummer"Award tonight, and I'll be shooting "
Dangerous Curves 4", my twenty-fifth adult film in only my first year of doing porn. I guess I just can't help but be the best at what I do.
Thanks for all the recent posts! You've been really busy and I love seeing your new work. Hope you'll keep it up!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, lots more to come. I've been trying to keep the posts at a manageable length so I can get them out quicker. Thank you so much for continuing to enjoy my blog!
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