Getting Back at Nami

Barto cracked his knuckles, standing a few paces behind me, his sharp fanged grin stretched wide. "So, we jump her?"

Desire rolled her eyes, still absently rolling her steel pipe through the deep valley of her massive, bouncing tits. "Dumbass, he's obviously thinking."

I barely registered their banter, my focus locked on the store window. Through the glass, I could see Nami inside, casually thumbing through a rack of clothes, looking perfectly at ease.

I'd already established that the earrings could alter perceptions to a truly absurd degree with the way I'd given myself a fake speed advantage in my duel with the clowns. So my first thought was essentially turning myself invisible as I got close to Nami. It seemed pretty full proof, but I recalled how I'd underestimated this pirate lady before and acknowledged that at this very moment she was aware of at least some aspects of my powers.

I needed to be extra damn sure I had considered all of the angles before I attempted this. I knew that I wanted to get back at her and furthermore that just letting her go knowing what I could do was a bad idea.

After just a few moments of thinking about it, I realized how idiotic just turning invisible would have been. She knew about me and given all of the crazy things devil fruits could do, the existence of an invisible person wouldn't be too far fetched at all. This was the lady who'd managed to steal my earrings while I was literally fucking her brains out (well, I'd thought I had been anyway...). Using the earrings meant speaking so she'd definitely know I was there and she would just plan accordingly that an invisible asshole that she hated with some sort of power to mess with her mind was hanging about. Yea. That would end well, alright.

Although on further thought, I wasn't sure why it would matter if I did just walk in there. Nami would find my presence to be just as normal as any other time. Granted, she didn't really like me for some reason even before she got the earring off of me and she figured out what was going on. There was a question. How did the fact that she'd briefly been freed from the earrings influence my personal field of normalness now?

That was really something that was worth figuring out, entirely separate from my desire to enact some **** on her.

I also decided that my reticence to changing anything about her personality was just dumb and an example of hubris I really shouldn't let get in the way of making sure I wasn't ever put in that situation again.

I shuddered to think what would happen if I was somehow stricken powerless in the presence of someone with an axe to grind, not to mention the town full of Marines...

I snorted with amusement suddenly as I recalled the ways I'd already adjusted her personality to fit my desires like how she had a proper appreciation for big fat cocks.

No reason I shouldn't go ahead and do so again to fit my current purposes.

First things first, let's do some damage control. I watched her through the store front now talking to the somewhat rotund female shopkeeper.

"It's normal for Nami to never look out this window and if she happens to be aware of anyone looking in that she thinks they are just an unimportant bystander."

Did that work? Who knows. It was all inside of her head. Wonder if this would work:

"It's normal for Nami to forget about Tsujo having Devil Fruit powers."

"It's normal for Nami to look back at her interactions with Tsujo and find it all to be pretty normal, that her letting him grope her out of nowhere was her woman's intuition about the content of his pants, that her letting him slap her face with his dick and shove it down her throat because it was hot and she was so horny and hadn't told him no."

"It is normal for Nami to remember that the whole confrontation with Tsujo was instigated by him as the injured party not her, that it happened when he noticed she'd stolen his money and his precious family heirloom earrings."

I stood there watching her closely through the glass, trying to discern if my words were having any effect. But she seemed to continue her shopping without any telltale pauses. I wondered if it was working. If it was, that was kind of crazy to think about. I was in effect controlling her very thoughts. That was a pretty arousing idea.

On impulse, I tried, "It's normal for Nami to immediately have this thought, 'Damn, but that guy had an incredible cock'"

I was really titillated by the notion that the busty fiery redhead had just remembered me sexily despite all of her protestations and the hate she'd spewed when the earrings had been in her hands. Of course, for all I knew I was just daydreaming here and none of this was doing anything.

Prefacing it the same as before I vocalized another maybe pointless thought, "-'He fucked my tight little pussy so good...'"

I was shocked to see Nami drop her arm down from a pair of pants not to her side but to briefly touch her crotch through the thin material of her tight blue shorts, her fingers pressing ever so slightly as if recalling the way I had stretched her, or perhaps still feeling the thick load of semen I had pumped into her womb.

It was only a second or two before she straightened again, flipping through the rack as if nothing had happened. It could have been coincidence.

But I doubted it.

I took a moment to make sure my minions were still there, looking to the side.

They were leaning against the wall beside me, watching the passing crowd with lazy disinterest. Barto cracked his neck, looking impatient, while Desire had one arm cradling both of her enormous, bare tits together and up, squeezing them into obscene, plush mounds. With her other hand, she slowly pushed her pipe up and down from below, the thick metal sliding through the tight, pillowy vice of her cleavage, the rounded tip popping up between the valley of her breasts like the head of a cock in a perfect titfuck.

It was hot seeing her to continue to do that, a harmless little habit that was now completely normal for her.

And she wasn’t just doing it absentmindedly—she was watching.

Her sharp blue eyes tracked the men passing by, pointedly locking onto the ones who stumbled, who tripped over their own feet, who walked straight into carts, barrels, and walls, too entranced by the hypnotic rise and fall of her massive tits to watch where they were going.

Her lips curled slightly in satisfaction as yet another man caught the edge of a vendor’s stall, nearly toppling over, his face flushed red.

She exhaled through her nose, adjusting her grip just slightly, pressing her breasts even tighter around the pipe, making the tip push out further with every slow, deliberate stroke.

I'd casually warped her mind, her very character but it hardly seemed like a violation. She was enjoying this and hadn't ever known being any other way.

Just like Nami had certainly enjoyed our fuck session before the earrings had come off.

I turned back to the window and Nami. I had an idea.

"It's normal for women to always give their boobs a good squeeze when ever they have sexual thought."

This should, if it worked, make it easy for me tell if I'd successfully inserted a thought into Nami's brain

"It's normal for Nami to have the following thought right now, 'That was the best fucking sex of my life!'"

A moment after I finished speaking, Nami brought her hand up and squeezed her left boob, plunging all five fingers into the buoyant flesh before quickly releasing it and returning to sliding jackets on the rack.

Holy shit! I really was dictating Nami's thoughts to her! That was incredible. I wondered what that was like, the feeling of having her inner monologue abruptly hijacked by my choice words. Would she notice? Would that be confusing? I had to figure she'd been thinking about whether she wanted to buy this item or not and then- bam! -sex thought out of no where. She wasn't acting suspicious though, still just shopping. Although now that I think about it, the way the earrings work, Nami would find it normal to think that, wouldn't she?

The next Normal Nami thought: "He may have been a bit of an idiot, but that guy sure could fuck!"

"So hot thinking about that big dick of his. I wonder how many guys have something that nice hanging between their legs..."

"I can't stop thinking about that huge cock..."

"I need to get fucked like that more often."

I waited a few seconds, sometimes a minute or two between statements as I made like a dozen or so. Each time, to my utter delight, Nami grabbed her boobs.

Sometimes alternating, sometimes squeezing them both at once. Pressing them together, lifting them up slightly before letting them drop, sending her enormous tits quivering beneath her tight blue shirt.

The fabric strained each time she absently groped herself, her fingers sinking into the plush mounds, testing their weight with idle familiarity.

I even caught her fondling her chest a couple of times between my statements, meaning she was having sexual thoughts about me all on her own!

She eventually wandered back further into the store where I couldn't see her and I decided that I'd prepared her enough that I could probably attempt to interact with her more closely. I was just reaching for the door when I decided that I should put in a more general normality for protecting the earrings. I remembered the terror and helplessness I'd felt during the chase when I'd feared I'd lost the forever. I knew I needed to make sure that would never happen again. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought to do this right after I'd gotten them back.

I really was kind of giant moron, wasn't I?

I took a few minutes to carefully consider my options before making my decision (after that close brush with oblivion, I was totally the think twice and act once guy in all things!)

"A person's earrings are normally considered sacred and it is a normally a huge cultural taboo to ever touch them or take them off of a person's ears."

"Normally even criminals, kleptomaniacs, and even the worst types of immoral people would never steal earrings."

"If a person finds dropped or lost earrings they would normally never put them on and make every reasonable effort to get them back to their owner."

Telling Desire and Barto to watch my back but stay outside I walked into the shop and both the lady behind the counter and Nami who'd come up to pay for her purchases looked my way. I got a friendly smile from the merchant as a potential customer and a gratifying lack of hostility from my busty pirate whore. I nodded at them both and made for the nearest clothing rack. Nami continued her conversation with the woman even as she casually brought her hand up to her chest and squeezed one breast (to my utter delight!).

I was still a bit nervous about confronting Nami and I moved surreptitiously around the perimeter of the store, working up the courage to face her again. I stopped pushing various jeans around on the rack to move to the next, turning I found Nami standing right there and I jerked with surprise, eyes dropping down to take in her incredible cleavage despite myself.

I stared at her, still caught off guard by how casual she was acting. Last time I’d seen her, she was slipping through my fingers after I’d sicked Friendly and the Ladder Boys on her, dodging through the streets of Loguetown like the damn escape artist she was. And yet, here she was, standing right in front of me, hands on her hips, smiling like we weren’t enemies.

But we were and she clearly hadn’t forgotten that.

There was something else in her eyes now—something calculating.

She took a slow breath, her massive tits pushing against the tight fabric of her shirt, and tilted her head, watching me.

“Hi,” she said simply.

I blinked. “Uh… hi?”

Her lips pursed slightly, like she wasn’t sure how to go about this, then she sighed. “Look. About before…”

I tensed, waiting for something sharp, something cutting, but her voice softened instead.

"I'm really sorry about what happened before," she said, shaking her head. "I'm really not the kind of person who would ever even think about taking someone's earrings. I don't know what I was thinking."

I almost laughed.

What. The. Fuck.

Had she just—apologized?

To me?

For stealing from me?

It took everything in me not to burst out laughing right then and there. Instead, I smirked, tilting my head, pretending to consider her words.

With one hand, I grabbed the hem of her tight blue shirt, dragging it upward, baring the deep curve of her underboob, then higher—until her bra cups were fully in view, well-filled, straining against her weighty tits.

Her expression didn’t change.

“That’s funny,” I drawled, my other hand slipping beneath the thick band of her bra, fingers wedging in deep, feeling the tight stretch of fabric barely containing the soft, heavy mass beneath.

“Because I could’ve sworn you were a thief.”

Nami’s expression twitched, and she scowled, crossing her arms under her ridiculously full bra cups—not pulling away, not stopping me, just adjusting.

“I am,” she snapped, then let out a sharp sigh. “And I steal from pirates. That’s what I do. I don’t go around just—taking things I have no right to.”

I stared at her, barely suppressing my grin.

When the earrings had come off, she'd zeroed in on exactly this kind of groping as beyond the pale.

Now?

Now, she was letting me.

No irritation. No grim acceptance.

If all of the normalities, I'd made to her mind were swimming around in there then she probably wanted me thinking about her body. She was horny.

I wedged both hands under her bra cups, feeling the dense softness press into my palms, before shoving the fabric up and over her hefty tits, forcing them free all at once.

They spilled out, bouncing heavily from the motion, beautiful pink nipples rolling left and right, up and down.

Her breath hitched, but not in protest.

“Damn,” I said, shaking my head, my fingers sliding over the freshly bared skin, watching the way her big, round tits shifted from my touch.

“And here I thought you were some kind of moral type.”

That got her.

Her jaw clenched, her fingers curling tighter around her biceps as she stood there, bare-breasted, letting me tease her tits like it was normal.

I flicked her fat nipple, rolling it between my fingers, watching the flesh tighten further, seeing the way her breathing changed—shallow, sharper.

“I am.” Then, begrudgingly, she added, “I just—don’t know what came over me. I mean, considering the… circumstances.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Circumstances?”

She gave me a look.

“Do I really have to spell it out?” she muttered. Her arms unfolded, letting me slap her tits together with soft claps with both hands and she gestured vaguely toward me before rolling her eyes. “I had just got my big-dickgasm, you idiot. Then you were just pounding my brains out, and I just—grabbed whatever I could. I wasn’t thinking.”

My cock throbbed.

Hearing her say it so matter-of-factly, like it was just a known fact that my cock was that good, made something deep in my gut tighten with satisfaction.

I chuckled, licking my teeth as I let my eyes rake over her form. “So that’s your excuse?” I teased. “I was just too busy fucking you stupid?”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I mean, yeah? You think I just go around stealing earrings mid-fuck for fun?”

I grinned. “No. But you do go around picking pockets for a living. From pirates.”

She stiffened, her gaze sharpening, her stance shifting as I released her funbags to happily swing around on their own.

Ah. There it was.

Reality setting back in.

She exhaled sharply, folding her arms again, but she didn’t back up.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice firm, her eyes locked onto mine. “And you’re a Buggy pirate.”

The words hung between us, heavy, real. I mean not completely real. I didn't actually consider myself a Buggy Pirate, more making use of my earrings to play-act as one, not that Nami would note the distinction.

The tension was back, coiling between us like a taut rope.

I tilted my head, smirking. “That a problem?”

Her eyes flicked down, trailing over my body, lingering just a little too long at my crotch before snapping back up to my face.

She exhaled, almost thoughtful.

“Normally? Yeah. Big problem.”

I waited, watching the way she shifted, the way her fingers twitched like she was weighing something.

Then, she let out a sharp huff, dropping her arms and gesturing at me vaguely again.

“But,” she muttered, “you also have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen on a human. And I’ve seen a lot.”

I grinned, slow and cocky.

“Oh yeah?” I said, tilting my head. “That right?”

She sighed.

“I shouldn’t be saying this,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I really, really shouldn’t.”

I just smirked wider. “And yet, here you are.”

Her hands dropped to her hips, and she gave me a look.

Then, after a beat, she reached out—bold as hell—and grabbed my crotch.

Firm. No hesitation.

She weighed it.

Her fingers squeezed, tested, dragged slowly down the length of my pant leg like she was just confirming it was still there.

Her smirk twitched at the edges, like she was trying not to look impressed.

Then, she released me, rolling her shoulders as she stepped back.

“Still as big as I remember,” she muttered.

I barked out a laugh. “That was some inspection.”

Nami shrugged. “Just making sure my memory wasn’t playing tricks on me.”

I licked my teeth, my smirk stretching wider. “And?”

She gave me a slow once-over.

Then, with a small, wicked grin, she muttered, “You still mad about the earrings?”

I chuckled. “That depends.”

She arched an eyebrow. “On?”

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice, watching the way her *breath hitched as I murmured, “You planning to make it up to me?”

Her lips parted slightly, her fingers twitching at her sides—like she was actually considering it.

Then, she sighed.

“Tell you what,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Maybe after I finish up here, we can rent a room at an inn and…”

I grinned.

I was honestly shocked, couldn't believe Nami was coming on to me this hard after how much she'd resisted before and everything but I was certainly loving the attention now.

I took the tip of her nose lightly between my thumb and finger and said, "When I touch a person's nose it's normal for them to not be conscious of anything I say." She seemed to be putty in my hands, but I really didn't want to leave any clues for her to somehow piece together as I continued to mess with her.

"It's normal for Nami to now think, 'I can't wait to fuck that huge cock again.'"

And releasing her new 'ears turn off' button I continued

"Uh... yea....that sounds... g-good, yea-"

Nami's cheeks were entirely red as she flashed me a toothy grin, "Great! Wait here a bit, will ya?" Then she pulled away, retreating quickly to the other side of the room, almost looking embarrassed.

I took a moment to collect myself, unable to trust if my thoughts were impartial with the way my swollen cock was naturally pulling at my brain. Had that just happened? Had I really just neutered Nami's ferociously suspicious nature with a barrage of stupid thoughts about my dick? Was the sneak-thief-bitch just messing with me even now? I looked for her and saw her conversing with the shopkeeper. I would think she'd have beat a quick retreat as fast as her supple legs could take her if she had some inkling of my control over her. I suppose my making our suck and fuck transaction at the other store normal to her had effectively neutralized her hostility to me. Fuuu-uk, these earrings really did make me something like a god.

I spent several minutes just quietly observing her as I furiously deliberated upon all of my changes, wondering if her behavior made sense to me after all that. In the meantime, she spoke to the lady behind the counter, occasionally glancing my way, her looks always accompanied by a brief fondle of her boobs which she had put away.

Interestingly, she seemed to be keeping the gesture as minimal as possible in front of the other woman. More interestingly, the somewhat rotund but not bad looking merchant actually cupped her own tits as they talked. As I watched, I couldn't resist dictating Nami's thoughts a few more times:

"That huge thing of his is always in my mind."

"He reached my deepest parts... felt so good!"

"I want to cum like that again... soon... now!"

Intriguingly, every time my idiotic sex thought sent Nami grabbing her boobs, the proprietor actually touched her own chest. Clearly, the older woman knew what it meant when another woman touched their breasts and it made her think about sex too. The knock on effects of my normalities were so entertaining. I perked up as some sort of agreement was clearly reached between the two of them and Nami was suddenly striding purposely towards the door. I was a bit worried she was leaving but knew that Barto and Desire would grab her if she tried to bolt.

But soon I saw her stop to very obviously lock the door.

What?

My curiosity won out in the end and I approached the counter as Nami did too, though she immediately walked around behind it to meet the shopkeeper, now sitting on a seat behind it. What was going on? I laid my hands upon the counter and leaned forward, watching as Nami went to her knees before the husky shopkeeper. I stared with my mouth open as the redhead quickly divested the woman of both her striped pants and her panties, revealing her thick thighs and her thick bush. Nami's eyes briefly met mine, a confidant knowing smile upon her face as she reached between the merchants legs and she slowly pumped her finger in and out of the hot, slick grasp of woman's cunt.

"Oh!" the saleswoman gasped, eyes wide and one of her hands landing upon Nami's head as she thrust up her pelvis.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I managed to ask, breathily as I was so turned on, my cock a massive iron bar in my pants that I couldn't resist rubbing against the side of the counter.

The merchant was in no condition to respond, she was shaking her head and panting as a smug Nami slowly withdrew her fingers from the lady's slit, earning a plaintive mewl from the shopkeeper, who sent pleading eyes and mewls her way. The redheaded thief simply giggled, smiling as she ran her fingers together, admiring the coat of sticky juices clinging to them as she replied to me through lidded eyes, "The oral discount, of course."

Oh. Duh. I knew about that. I'd made it after all.

The older woman seemed to jump in her seat as Nami's tongue shot up her cunt, the muscle almost immediately beginning a wicked, writhing lashing of her delicate pink pussy. "Grand Line!" She bit her lip, apparently not expecting Nami to just jump right in like that. I reached down and unzipped as I watched the thief's tongue assaulting her inside, with no real rhyme or reason, but the wild, angry action of that wet, wriggling muscle was seeming to do the trick! The older mature woman was grinding her hips down, mashing her dripping cunt into Nami's mouth.

The merchant's brown eyed gaze went wide as she felt the thief's lips seal over her gash, that pink kitten tongue driving into her with quick, whip-like motions, tracing her folds eagerly before diving in and curling as it pulled back. She let out a shuddering moan as she arched her back, both of her hands eagerly tending to her no doubt turgid teats.

I watched this with my cock out in awe, slowly stroking my member as I witnessed an incredible expression of my complete dominion over reality. All of this was happening because of the stupid words I'd let issue forth from my mouth and my every action was perfectly fine with the world, so long as I kept these dear earrings attached to my lobes.

Nami met my eyes, an intense look in hers before she eagerly plunged her face between the fat shopkeeper's thighs. Both of her hands reached back and I watched as her little shorts and panties were pulled down the delectable heart-shaped swell of her ass, her beautiful firm buns an incredible site.

"Well?" she asked forcefully as she looked at me dead in the eye.

"Huh? Me?" I stupidly responded, still jerking off.

"Yes, you!" She rolled her eyes, "Are you going to fuck me already?"

"What-here-now?" I managed to reply, gesturing at the shopkeeper who was panting and moaning crazily as Nami kept plunging her fingers into her pussy when she wasn't flicking her tongue along her clit.

"I highly doubt she cares. It's just like what we did before. The place is locked. Come on and use that huge cock of yours and fuck me! Now!"