The Unbound Genie Ch. 10

Jack sighed. He now thinks he knew what Meg had meant by surviving until tomorrow morning. His creations, even with their original memories and personalities fuzed with their new selves, were completely and utterly insatiable. Sure, he was still able to go another few hundred rounds, but even though his flesh was more than willing, Jack found his spirit to be exhausted by it all.

"Later, maybe. I still live here after all, and it's not like I'm going to vanish for another week again... I hope."

Debra let out a fake sigh of frustration and finally gave up, slowly slipping away from Jack and falling down onto her back on the bed. Her fake tits sloshed around in the bright red tube-top that was wrapped around them, just as the big dick sticking out from a pair of unzipped and frayed jeans booty-shorts slapped hard against her stomach. Unable to keep from rubbing the large outline of his cock over his jeans at what was and had been happening for the past while, Jack glanced back over his shoulder to get a good look at his perverted mother as she started jacking off with both of her delicate hands.

"Fine, fine. I guess you've earned a break." She giggled. "But you better treat mommy to something special when you get back."

"Sure." Jack couldn't help but chuckle at that as he stood up and picked up a skin-tight, black T-shirt that had been sitting near him on the bed for the past half hour. "Did you have anything in mind?"

"Surprise me." Debra moaned, turning over onto her side and closing her eyes as the pace of her vigorous stroking increased.

"I'll see what I can do, you dirty little MILF."

Debra shivered with delight at his words and the sting of the slap he'd quickly inflicted onto her bubbly butt before leaving the room.

Jack slipped on the shirt, skipped down the hallway, put on his pair of shoes that'd been laying by the front door, and exited right out of the house as fast as he could muster before he decided to spend the rest of his life in there and fuck until his body gave out on him, which it most likely wouldn't. The thought was incredibly tempting and extremely appealing, but it was something that he found to also be frightening to a certain degree. Mainly because Jack could totally see himself losing his mind in the powerful, frequent bursts of lust that overcame him each time he dared to even look at one of his family member's delicious bodies.

Speaking of which, the one who had been missing for most of the day was there to greet him as soon as he stepped off of the welcome-matt. Actually, it was his father's tremendous, squishy melons that were the first to say hello as he walked face-first into them, and Jack jumped back against the closed, front door after a stunned moment of confusion. Michelle was there looking down at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, completely caught-off guard by Jack's spontaneous return.

With his back and hands firmly pushing back against the wooden surface behind him, Jack couldn't help but check out his tall, intimidating, and gorgeous shemale father from head-to-toe as they stared each other down. Michelle wore a plain, white T-shirt and a pair of beige cargo shorts, a set that he wore often on his days off of work. Only Jack was now seeing the attire in a completely different light. Every inch of the fabric around his mighty, but feminine body hugged each slight curve and crevasse his epic, sexed-up proportions, likely thanks to Jack having made it so that any article of clothing he were to wear would fit him perfectly, and snugly. His massive, M-cup giga-tits bounced and jiggled at even the slightest motion; his wide, thicc, firm, and mouth-watering ass pulled at his shorts enough to make any pocket on them virtually unusable while, at the same time, greatly emphasized the cantaloupe-sized bulge containing his ridiculously long and thick cock; Michelle's striking and beautiful face sat on top of it all, his short, raven-colored hair and matte-black lipstick only emphasizing the pale glow it radiated from several inches higher than where Jack's own was located. In each of his large but feminie hands he held a multitude of plastic sacks containing enough groceries to stock the entire kitchen. Despite how soft and squishy Michelle's smooth arms appeared to be, they seemed to have no trouble with the weight of the items the bags carried.

Boy, he had really done a number on the man who everyone once knew as Mike, hadn't he?

"Jack." Michelle finally said. The deep, masculine tone in his voice clashed with the rest of his appearance, but the smile that slowly spread across his face plainly told Jack that his father wasn't upset at all, despite knowing fully what all his son had done to him.

"Dad." Jack awkwardly replied after a moment of hesitation, then smiled himself a bit. "Nice rack."

"Oh, thanks." Michelle laughed. "I'd like to say I grew 'em myself, but-"

"Yeah, sorry about that." Jack nervously interrupted, then swallowed before the next words escaped his almost-drooling lips. "I guess my subconscious had a bunch of weird kinks that even I didn't know about."

Michelle rolled his eyes and smiled wider at that. "No worries, son. You're not the only one."

"Right... Hey, since you're still up and around, could I get a ride to Vicky's place?"

"If you're up for more than one kind of 'ride', then sure." He chuckled, then gave Jack a not-so-fatherly wink. "Let me put this stuff up and I'll be right out."

The already bulging outline of Jack's cock twitched behind his jeans in approval, and he moved aside so that Michelle could pass by, and watch his giant, ample butt to jiggle and sway away as it disappeared into the house.

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In the instant that Meg's middle finger slapped against her ring finger to complete the act of a crisp snap, she found herself standing in the center of a small, glassy platform that slowly glowed and pulsated with every color of the rainbow.

Glancing around, she found that she wasn't alone in that cold, dark laboratory. A woman with long, raven-colored hair in her mid-twenties was sitting on a stool while her head lay on the table, her crossed arms acting as a pillow as she let out a soft snore. The long, white labcoat around her tall and thin body was spotless, and Meg couldn't help but grin when a specific idea came to mind in regards to how she should wake up the Creator's personal assistant, a kind woman named Zoey McMillan.

An individual who was almost the polar opposite of the Creator himself, personality wise.

As silent as a mouse, the sneaky redhead creeped up on her faster than one would expect, moving with grace and precision as she was careful not to step on any of the general clutter and multitude of electronic parts and scraps that cluttered the floor.

When up close, Meg hunched down under the tall table she slept on, then carefully maneuvered herself between the girl's long legs using her exceptional flexibility to position herself in a rather awkward manner.

"Psst." Meg whispered, trying her best not to openly giggle. "Psssst."

With her forehead's weight firmly pushing down on her forearms, Zoey's big, brown eyes slowly began to flutter open at the soft hissing sounds coming from below. When they opened up wide enough to be able to focus, she expected to see nothing but a shadowy image of her thighs. Instead, Zoey was greeted by Meg's upside-down, wide-eyed, and smiling face.

"Hi."

"AH!" Zoey screamed and scrambled, flailing around as Meg ducked back and she went tumbling down sideways in her stool to the floor. "What the-?!"

CRASH!

Zoey was knocked unconscious for a bit in the aftermath, and awoke with the back of her head on a much softer, cushier surface than it had been compared to where she was sleeping before then.

"Sorry..." Opening her eyes, Meg's freckled face once again filled her vision. Only, this time, it was frowning and apologetic.

Zoey sighed, but gave a reassuring smile after a few moments.

"It's alright, hon." She shrugged, and chuckled as her following sentence was spoken. "If you had been anyone else, they would have Hell to pay, though."

"Oh." Meg's smile returned, and she couldn't help but keep herself from tearing up when hearing such sweet words. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Did you bring back the glove?"

Meg nodded, then held up her left hand and extended her fingers to reveal the glowing lights that were seemingly coming from the centers of her fingerprints and palm.

Zoey reached up with her right hand and gently took Meg's left into her own, and then pulled away. Seamlessly, the lights were now occupying Zoey's hand after such a short exchange of contact. She snapped her fingers in the same fashion that Meg had when leaving Jack's basement, and the lights completely vanished.

Zoey sighed a breath of relief.

If Edward knew that she had been helping the woman he swore to never lend assistance to, especially by stealing experimental equipment to accomplish the task with only the assurance of blind trust she placed into the most damaged individual she'd ever come across in her short life, then, well, there would likely be Hell to pay, Zoey thought to herself.

Edward was a strong believer in the idea of: "The dead should stay dead." Letting Meg borrow the Paradox Stones without his consent was beyond dangerous, but Zoey understood how it felt to have someone you've known disappear from existence entirely, even if that person were just a clone that came along with countless fabricated memories of them growing up as twins. Being that Zoey's, and Juile's, circumstances were so unique, he didn't see the harm in resurrecting a young woman who was never technically born in the first place. In Meg's case, however, the boy she had fallen in love with had lived all the way up until he was a young adult, and saw the situation as: "In the end, it's either you or him, genie, and that will be your ultimatum to make, when the time comes."

To say the least, Zoey wasn't a big fan of that notion.

"So, what happens now?" Meg asked, glancing aimlessly around Edward's Laboratory.

"I dunno'." Zoey said aloud. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm a bit peckish, I'll admit. But I really should be getting back to my beloved, before his perverted creations eat him alive." Meg said, but her tone sounded more annoyed than worried.

"He'll be fine." Zoey said with a roll of her eyes, having kept her eyes on the situation by occasionally using a machine that Edward had built to hijack any camera on the satellites roaming around in orbit. "You made sure he couldn't impregnate anyone whenever you guys first met, right?"

Meg smiled a wicked smile. "Nobody but myself."

"Then yeah, he's good. Now that that's out of the way, have you ever had fried chicken before?"

"Fried?" Meg asked, cocking her head to the side with a confused expression on her face. "Is that different from cooking it over a fire?"

Zoey nearly gasped. "You poor thing... Epsilon and your old genie really were worse than monsters, weren't they?"

Meg sniffled, and gave a weak nod of agreement.

"C'mon, let's go experience the greatest thing life has to offer. Crispy, golden deliciousness... With gravy; lots and lots of gravy."

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The passenger-side door of Michelle's SUV slowly opened up, and Jack stumbled a bit as he exited the vehicle.

"Just give me a call if you need a lift home." His father chuckled from the driver's seat, stroking the mighty length of his ridiculously thick, fifteen-inch cock as it was nestled and between his plump, womanly thighs. "That mouth needs all the practice it can get, at this point."

Jack just stood there wordlessly with a stoic look on his cum-drenced face as the door was shut and Michelle drove out of the parking lot of Vicky's apartment buildings. The front of his shirt was just as much of a gooey mess as he was, and the outline of his raging, frustrated cock was threatening to rip out through the front of his jeans from the lack of attention it had received during the brief bonding session that the father-son pair had just shared. After Jack cleared his throat, removed his shirt to wipe himself down, tossed the ruined clothing to the side, then began making his way towards Vicky's place, he began to wonder what her and Jess have been up to since everything had happened.

On his way through spaces and walkways between and around the apartment buildings, Jack happened to spot a pair of nerds that he recognized from one of his classes at school. The pair of eighteen-year-old boys, if one could still call them that, were walking out of an apartment while holding hands, the big, braless, and clearly fake breasts attached to their womanly, athletic, supermodel bodies bouncing around in their plain T-shirts. Jack couldn't help but stop in his tracks and watch them pass, noting that they lacked any sort of bulge in the front of their baggy pairs of basketball shorts then gazing deeply into the wide, toned butts that were pushing out against the silky fabrics.

Each of them blushed and tried not to make eye contact with Jack as they passed by, though neither of them were aware at all anything about themselves had changed in the previous days. He wondered why only their heads had been restored, clearly recalling seeing them come into the backyard and completely transform before his eyes at the party, but was fairly certain that the fact they were holding hands so lovingly was the reason behind their bashfulness. Jack was sure they had been straight before, despite keeping to themselves at school for the most part, but even he had trouble holding himself back when they were within arms reach, so there's no telling how confused they must get when staring at the other for too long.

This was all just idle speculation on Jack's part, however.

He didn't know those two on any sort of personal level, and couldn't do any sort of mind-reading without Meg helping him along by using Omega's powers.

Either way, his thick erection and overactive imagination were on fire with fresh ideas on what he would've been able to do if he were still a reality-bending God.

Thankfully Vicky was already sitting outside her apartment door on a cheap, fold-out chair and smoking a cigarette, but the lack of curves and proportions on her body was unexpected, and frankly a bit disappointing. She hadn't noticed Jack until he was just a few meters away, but instantly dropped the burning stick between her fingers and squealed with joy when their eyes met. Vicky lept out of her seat and right up onto Jack, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"JAAACK!" She screamed, putting all of her force into her mighty hug. "You're back! Aha! WOOO!"

If it weren't for his new strength, her own would've likely sent him down to the ground, to which was one of many things that he found to be suspicious right then and there.

Firstly, every muscle of hers that was pressing against him didn't feel like the firm but bubbly meat he'd grown to love feeling on her body, and instead they had more of a consistency as to how John's twinkish figure felt. Secondly, while she no longer sported the set of big, jiggly tits and a shelf-like butt that could be twerked with just the slightest of movements, Vicky still had the giant dick that Gamma had given her during the final moments of the party, the strained fabric of her skinny jeans acting as a barrier between its flesh and Jack's shirtless stomach's. Lastly, and most notably, her voice was now a slightly different, lower octave, almost as if she were...

When Vicky pulled away for a moment to look him in the eyes and firmly plant her lips against his, Jack knew then, without question. He was still both polite and horny enough to return and maintain the kiss for a few moments, of course, but Jack reached his hands up for double confirmation, and found himself to be doubly correct when his fingertips racked themselves across her sturdy, masculine back. Jack was, in fact, making out with his best friend, who was now a man, apparently.

A short and very pretty man, but still a man, nonetheless.

Vicky pulled away once again, and slowly climbed off of him to present her-, er, himself to Jack.

(For the record, to whomever is overthinking this and/or anyone who might want general clarification, Vicky and the other former women who will appear later in the scene preferred to keep their feminine pronouns.)

"You're still an awful kisser." Vicky chuckled, clasping her hands behind her back and poking out her flat chest, which was covered by a simple T-shirt. "Some things never change."

"And you're... a dude." Jack said, unable to get over that fact. "How? Or, why?"

"John." She said with a roll of her eyes.

"John?" Jack asked with a grimace, then his heart gave a fearful thump at the implications of that. "Wait, I thought Gamma bailed when the party was over! Have they been... oh, God. Have they been running around here unchecked?!"

Vicky was surprised by Jack's panicked expression, but found it to be somewhat comforting. He really was back, Vicky thought to herself as she gave him a reassuring look. Not just tall and stupidly sexy body, but also his normal, stupid mind.

The Jack that he had been when possessed by Meg for those couple of days was fun and stuff, but he just hadn't quite been the person she'd known for almost her entire life anymore. The old him wouldn't have raped Jess, well, in the manner in which it had happened, anyways. And he especially wouldn't have been so comfortable with kissing a man like herself, and wouldn't have made the wide-eyed, briefly horrified face that he had when she jumped on him.

Vicky was going to be laughing at that memory for a good, long while, she thought.

"Yeah, Gamma went his own way not long after you disappeared. He's got a relative in town, though. John said he was just stopping by for a quickie, but that was yesterday afternoon, so..."

Jack was flabbergasted when Vicky just smiled and shrugged after finishing her statements, as if this weren't cause for every alarm ever made to be sounded off.

"Hey y'all, are we too late?" The sound of Rebecca's voice called out from some distance behind a distracted Jack, who was fighting an inner battle of wills between his senses of fear and arousal. "Wait, is that Jackie?!"

"Huh?" Jack muttered, slowly turning around to get an eyeful of the tall, chocolate beauty as she was sprinting towards the two in a pair of six-inch heels. "Oh, hey Becky."

"Omigoshyaaay!" Rebecca shrieked, and immediately after her giant, fake tits slammed into Jack's face like a pair of high-pressure airbags. "Jackie's back!"

Even though Jack was bigger and stronger than he used to be, Rebecca currently stood at the same height he did, had just jumped with a tremendous speed, and the extra weight of her wildly bouncing, gargantuan melons really helped knock Jack straight down onto the concrete below them with a thud.

"Hah, hahah... Huh?... Oh no!"

"Smooth, Beckie. Is he al-?... Oh God!"

"Jackie, c'mon, wake up!"

"Wow, that's a lot of blood... I'll go get John."

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When Jack awoke not long after the back of his head had slammed directly against the pavement of Vicky's apartment complex's walkway, there was an odd sort of thumping and throbbing coming from the back of his mind. Strangely enough, there was no pain accompanying them, and Jack quickly realized that it wasn't any damaged flesh that was pulsating, instead it was the surface his head was pressed against as loud, club music blasted through the buildings and caused it to vibrate. He sat up as soon as he could, still only half-conscious and a little bit more than disoriented from the booming tunes coming from all around him.