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| − | Consciousness came slowly to Michael as he heard Debbie call his name from downstairs.
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| − | “Michael! Michael are you awake?”
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| − | Rubbing his eyes slowly he hollered back, “I’m awake, sorry, I’ll be down in a minute…”
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| − | Becoming more aware of his surroundings, Michael froze at the site of a beautiful half naked woman on the floor of his recently unpacked room. She was dressed in revealing silks that left little to the imagination, with pale smooth skin curved in all the right places. She had gorgeous long red hair that stood out second only to her amazingly gifted chest, breasts that hung with a tear drop shape.
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| − | “Master, I live to serve…”
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| − | Michael could only blink in confusion, worried that Debbie might come up any moment to check on him.
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| − | “Excuse me…who are you? A friend of Jenny’s?”
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| − | “No master, I am your servant, for as long as you desire.” The woman replied her head still bowed.
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| − | “Can you please get up, it’s hard to have a conversation when you’re looking like that.”
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| − | “As you please master.”
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| − | The woman rose and Michaels breath was stolen by her beauty. She looked older than he was, older than Jenny but still younger than Debbie. Voluptuous is the first word running through Michael’s head, and he could feel himself tenting his shorts. At that, the memories of the night before came flooding back and fear griped him once more.
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| − | “You…I saw you just before I passed out!?”
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| − | “Yes, I apologize. The process is rather intense and can have a profound effect on a new master, but it allows me to better serve you by having an intimate knowledge of who you are and what you desire most.” The woman explained gracefully, still standing half naked. Her chest rose with each breath, causing her nipples to stand out against the silks.
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| − | “What are you?”
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| − | “I am a Jinn, but not the kind that you might be familiar with. I am a specific bred of Jinn designed to serve a single master or mistress, should they so desire, and provide them with an endless supply of sexual wishes.”
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| − | Michael’s excitement died down at the explanation as he started chuckling.
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| − | “That sound insane, that can’t possible be true. This has to be some sick joke Jenny is playing on me.”
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| − | “I assure you, Master, that this is no joke. I am whoever you wish me to be, and I can provide any wish you desire, so long as it is sexual in nature.”
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| − | Michael couldn’t help but laugh out loud, the whole concept was insane. While the woman was incredibly sexy she had to be either a nut job or a friend of Jenny’s playing a trick on him.
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| − | ‘Best to end this early,’ Michael thought to himself.
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| − | “Fine, if you’re a sexy genie, then I wish to have a pair of tits as nice as yours.” Michael asked with a smirk.
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| − | The woman’s eyes flashed deep purple for a moment, causing Michael to step back and fall onto his bed.
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| − | “It is done.”
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| − | Looking down Michael gasped loudly as his shirt strained to contain the huge pressed against the containing fabric. Reaching up with shaking hands he squeezed his newly developed tits and almost screamed as he felt the pressure of his hands through his body in a not-unpleasant fashion.
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| − | “Holy sh…” Michael was cut off by a knocking at his door.
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| − | “Michael, honey, you need to get going soon. Please come out and at least grab a bite.”
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| − | “Crap, can you undo this?” Michael hissed.
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| − | “Of course, Master.”
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| − | With another flash her eyes Michael’s amazing tits were gone just as suddenly as they had arrived.
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| − | “I need to open the door, can you like hide, turn invisible, or something?”
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| − | Without a word the woman suddenly disappeared. Michael was left in his room, confused as to where she went despite him asking to. Just then his doorknob started turning as Debbie opened the door.
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| − | For the second time that morning Michael’s breath was taken away. It was obvious Debbie had not lived with a man for several years, as she wore only a loose-fitting bathrobe with plain panties and nothing else. Her ample bosom swung heavily behind the fabric, only barely hiding her areolas. Michael once again found himself become awkwardly erect.
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| − | “Are you okay Michael?”
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| − | “Yes, sorry, I’m fine, just getting my bearings.”
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| − | “I understand. I know your friend Eric lives nearby. You were going to walk to the Community College with him, right?”
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| − | “Yeah, he lives right next door to you.”
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| − | “Oh good, so you have a friend close by. That’s important dear.”
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| − | Debbie came in for a hug and Michael was intensely aware of her breasts pressing against him. He knew that she was just as gifted the day of his father’s funeral, but seeing her this exposed made him much more aware of it now.
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| − | “Come on down, grab a bite of something, but then you need to get going.”
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| − | “Sure Debbie, I’ll be down in a second.”
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| − | Debbie nodded then left his room, closing the door behind her. Waiting for a few moments, Michael called out quietly.
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| − | “Are you still there?”
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| − | “Yes master.” A lovely voiced answered directly behind him. Michael spun around, his hands flailing, causing the sultry woman to giggle softly.
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| − | “I am sorry Master, it was not my intention to scare you.”
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| − | “No, it’s my fault. I asked you to disappear. Where did you go?”
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| − | “It’s hard to explain master, I sort of go to an incorporeal state. I do not exist in a physical form, only a mental form.”
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| − | “Then how do I talk to you when you’re like that?”
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| − | You simply think to me and I’ll hear you master. Michael suddenly heard in his head without seeing her lips move.
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| − | “Okay, this is freaky. I have a ton of questions, but like no time to ask them. Can you like follow me in that in-cor-whatever state you mentioned?”
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| − | “Yes master, if you so wish it, I will be with you always.”
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| − | “Sounds good, lets do that. Now I need to head downstairs, so please do that and…well we’ll figure this out.” Michael explained as the woman had already vanished.
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| − | Heading downstairs he saw Debbie was cooking some eggs and toast. It was originally intended to be eaten at the dinning room table where he saw Jenny was eating her own meal wearing just panties and a tight plain shirt, but Debbie had turned it into a sandwhich for him to eat on the go.
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| − | Jeez, are either of them aware of how they are dressed? Michael idly thought.
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| − | Debbie is not, and she is not aware that her open robe and hanging breasts are causing you arousal. Jenny, however, is hoping to embarrass you with her attire.
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| − | “Here you go dear, you can eat this on the go.” Debbie explained as she handed him the sandwich.
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| − | “Thanks Debbie, so much. For this and…well for everything really.”
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| − | “Oh it’s fine honey, I know I’ve always just been a family friend to you and your father, but I’m happy to help.”
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| − | Okay, it’s a short walk to Eric’s, but I think I have time for a question or two.
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| − | As you wish Master, ask me anything.
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| − | Where do you come from?
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| − | That is hard to explain. Simply put, I am from an ancient race that made pacts with humans. We exchange knowledge and power, but some humans sought to harness the power of the Jinn and put us into slavery. This explains the few stories you have heard, usually around being granted 3 wishes.
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| − | Right, Aladdin, all that jazz.
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| − | Exactly. I am a special Jinn designed to be gifted to a human, one who must pass a trial of some kind to free me. Once freed, I grant that human as many sexual wishes as they desire while also serving as their consort and Mistress of their harem.
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| − | Michael stopped walking for a moment, his head swimming at the overload of information.
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| − | Harem?
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| − | Yes, and if the master so chooses, they may also bind me to them so that I may never serve another.
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| − | And how does that work?
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| − | They must take my virginity.
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| − | “You’re a virgin!?” Michael called out loudly in shock.
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| − | “Yeah, no need to broadcast it to the whole fucking neighborhood.”
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| − | His friend Eric had approached, completely to Michael’s surprise, as he was engrossed in his other conversation. Eric looked around, worried who might have heard Michael’s comment. His glasses hung lower on his nose, causing Eric to push them up further. His unkept shaggy hair looked like it had been a few days since it had been washed, and Michael wasn’t sure if his friend owned a shirt that wasn’t green.
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| − | “Sorry dude, I didn’t mean that.”
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| − | “It’s okay man, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to yell that first thing in the morning to me.” Eric replied sullenly as they started walking to the community college.
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| − | “Hey, it’s cool Mrs. Johnson let you move in with her. She’s that yoga instructor at the gym, right?”
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| − | “Yeah, she’s really nice, and super close to the school. And it’s awesome that I live right next door to you man, that worked out really…oh, sorry, I didn’t mean that.” Eric corrected as he suddenly realized the reason for why Michael was living in Debbie’s house.
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| − | “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it that way…” Michael trailed off, ending their conversation short.
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| − | Trying to break the tension of the moment, Eric began rambling about the newest video game he really wanted to play, World of Orcette. He was ranting about how realistic the boob jiggling in the game was, but Michael was more interested in making sure he wasn’t crazy.
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| − | Are you still there?
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| − | I am Master.
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| − | Michael looked around to see if he could see the woman he found in his bedroom this morning following them at all, but she was nowhere to be found.
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| − | What do I call you?
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| − | What do you wish to name me Master?
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| − | Well I wasn’t planning on giving you a new name, what’s your current name?
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| − | I have none sir. I emerged from the box newly formed. This is the first time I’ve existed in this realm, and as such I have no name. It is usually the honor of the Master to name his Jinn.
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| − | Michael started sweating, feeling overwhelmed again by the situation. He tried to refocus on Eric’s rambling to anchor himself back to reality.
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| − | “So yeah, not only can you adjust the breast size of the character, you can also adjust their areola size as well, which is cool but like after you finish character creation you’ll like never see the nipple again unless you take off all your armor. But lets be honest, why the heck would you do that? You’re just begging to get ganked if you do that.”
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| − | “Totally.” Michael responded as an automated response.
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| − | “Hey, MC?” Eric asked, using Michael’s nickname from high school.
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| − | The boys had finished their walk to the community college and stood just outside the entrance doors. Several people were already coming and going in the early morning to their classes as Eric and Michael stood at the front of the walkway.
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| − | “What’s up?”
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| − | “You know Dexter ended up going here, right?”
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| − | Shock and terror coursed through Michael’s veins as he heard that information. Last he heard, Dexter, the all start football champ from their high school, had a oneway ticket to state university on an athletic scholarship.
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| − | “How the fuck did that happen, aren’t we already into the semester?”
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| − | “He got kicked out of state university, lost his scholarship. Apparently despite a metric asston of help, he failed all his classes and then he got caught using steroids. So, they booted his ass down to the community college. Told him to get his grades back up and they might consider taking him back.”
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| − | “Like that’s ever going to happen.”
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| − | “We just need to stay clear of him and it’ll be okay. Luckily it looks like he’s already hooking up with the hottest girl in school, a cheerleader named Roxxy.”
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| − | Entering the school Michael looked around, hoping to not see looks of pity on everyone’s face. Instead, everyone just seemed to be going about their day, oblivious to all that had occurred in Michael’s life. Sighing, he relished the opportunity to just fade into the crowd for a bit as he walked to his first class, separating from Eric with mutual ‘See you later’ from them both.
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| − | Taking a seat in his first class, French 101 with Ms. Bissette, Michael opened his book as she went over the last chapter they were on. When he was sure she was in the middle of her lecture, and not about to call on him or anyone else for at least a few minutes, Michael mentally checked out as he checked back in with his mystery woman.
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| − | Okay, so it’s my responsibility to name you?
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| − | As it had happened previous, a voice from nowhere answered him directly in his mind.
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| − | Yes, that is the expectation. The Master names their Jinn.
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| − | Michael thought for a moment, running a collection of names through his head.
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| − | How does Jessica sound? Jessie for short.
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| − | It sounds lovely Master, I am happy to be called Jessica.
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| − | Great, so explain to me these wishes you were talking about. I mean, I gave myself tits to apparently they can do anything.
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| − | Not exactly sir. While you are free to alter your own body as well as mine in whatever way you desire, wishing to alter the world around you is much more limited. Wishes of that nature have to be sexual in nature and shouldn’t be so outlandish as to draw undue attention.
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| − | I get the sexual part, but why not the outlandish part?
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| − | Jinn power is about subtly. Anything that would appear obviously magical could attract attention of powerful beings wishing to harness my magic for their own. This is why it is recommended for every master to bind their Jinn.
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| − | Michael gulped at that part, remembering it involved taking Jessie’s virginity.
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| − | Okay, so I could increase someone breast size a few cups but not like giving them tits the size of Eric?
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| − | Exactly. Breast size can be increase to rather substantial level, but too big and it runs the possibility of attracting undesired attention. Too many changes of an extreme nature in a single location would be of notice.
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| − | The talk of breasts swirled images of Jessie and Debbie’s heavy hangers in Michael’s mind, causing him to become erect again.
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| − | You said I could change myself?
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| − | Of course Master.
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| − | Can I have like a 10 inch dick, thick too, like over 3 inches thick?
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| − | Of course, Master, you need merely wish for one.
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| − | Oh, yeah. I wish for a nice big dick like that.
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| − | Michael’s eyes went wide as he felt his pants suddenly shrink, his erection suddenly down near his knee as opposed to his thigh. He was worried he was going to poke out of his orange shorts as he looked around furiously, hoping no one noticed.
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| − | “Mr. Cross? Michael?” Ms. Bissette asked in her enchanting French accent.
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| − | “Oh, sorry, what was that?” Michael asked, realizing he had ignored the lecture for too long.
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| − | “I was simply asking if you remember the word for bicycle in French?”
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| − | “Oh, uhhh, yeah, but first could I be excused to go to the rest room?”
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| − | “My instinct is to say no, but this is a college and not a high school. You may come and go as you please.” Ms. Bissette admitted with a tinge of annoyance.
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| − | Michael gingerly stood up, completely unsure of how to move with the newly formed baseball bat in his shorts. Walking carefully to the door, he saw Ms. Bisette look at him with wide eyes as her gaze was glued to his crotch.
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| − | Rushing to the nearest restroom Michael picked the middle room designed for families and disabled individuals. Closing the door he locked it, giving him a sense of privacy from the rest of the school.
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| − | “You can come out now.”
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| − | Appearing at his side, the curvaceous Jessica in silks stood with her hands behind her back, arching her breasts out as her nipples still showed clearly through the silks.
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| − | “Holy shit that’s not helping.” Michael lamented.
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| − | “Do you wish me to help master?”
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| − | “Yes, I can’t run around school like this, I’ll need to wish this huge thing away.”
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| − | Jessica lowered to her knees before Michael then tugged his shorts down along with his underwear, the clothing pooling around his flipflops. Michael’s enormous member stood out proud and pulsating, eager for any attention with a drop of precum already poking from the tip. Jessie took his cock in her hand and pulled his foreskin down and taut as she engulfed the crown in her mouth.
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| − | Michael’s world shrank as he senses could now only process the wet lips wrapped around his member as the base of his shaft was being expertly jerked in unison. His complete inexperience with sex made the trip to orgasm an extremely short one as he could already feel a familiar tension build in his sack.
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| − | “Oh god, Jessie, I’m going to…”
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| − | Upon hearing and feeling his body tense Jessie just sucked harder and jerked him faster to push him over the peak. Micheal felt the explosion a moment before it actually happened and his cock suddenly erupted in Jessica’s mouth, pouring pulse after pulse into her throat. She eagerly swallowed it, moaning heavily at his taste.
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| − | What was mere seconds felt like ages as Michael’s cock continued pulsating inside of Jessie’s mouth, the magical being never letting a single drop touch the floor. Soon Michael came down from the high of his orgasm as his cock deflated, sliding out of Jessica’s mouth as she cleaned up the rest of his shaft.
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| − | “Oh…oh god. That felt so good.”
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| − | “For me as well master.”
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| − | Looking as Jessica as she rose from her knees Michael noticed she was flush and there was a wet spot in her silks near her crotch area.
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| − | “Did you have an orgasm as well?” Michael asked in shock.
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| − | “Indeed Master. My role is to serve you. Pleasing you pleases me. Once you bind me to you, you can cause an orgasm in me with just a look, should you desire to.”
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| − | When she finished Jessica’s look was one of pure lust and desire. Michael could already feel his cock swelling again, trying to rise for a second round. Focusing, he pushed that down.
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| − | “Trust me Jessica, I want that, more than you know. But, I always want it to be at least a little special, for you and me.”
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| − | “Thank you master, you wishing to bind me if special enough itself. Whenever you are ready to do so, I will also be ready.”
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| − | “Cool, I don’t want to wait too long, so I was thinking probably tonight in my room, like after Jenny and Debbie have gone to sleep.”
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| − | “As you wish, Master.”
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| − | “For now, I need to finish out the day here. I’m already behind in my classes so I need to catch up. Can you do that disappearing thing again where I can still talk to you.”
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| − | Of course. Michael heard as Jessica disappeared in a small puff of purple smoke.
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| | = Chapter 2: Title = | | = Chapter 2: Title = |
Fan fiction written by BebopJet.
Features body alterations, transexual/futa sex, and other content familiar to the Summertime Saga genre.
Prologue: A Funeral and a Cube
The rain was heavy during an overcast morning in Summerville, yet despite the inclement weather many of the small beach community were gathered at a lone hilltop where Richard Cross was being lowered into the ground. The priest overseeing the funeral droned on about scripture, but Michael Cross wasn't listening. He was thankful for the rain so his friends wouldn't see his tears streaking down his face as his eyes remained firmly focused on his feet. Somehow, Michael thought if he saw it happening, if he saw his father's casket go into the dirt, then it would all be too real. The young man, barely 18 years of age, was holding out some form of cognitive dissonance, refusing to acknowledge that he'd never see his father's face again once he was buried.
Finishing Richard’s last rights, the priest motioned for the casket to be lowered and Michael continued to stare intently on his shoes, focusing all of his energy on ignoring the passing moment. Within the crowd Debbie felt tears run down her cheeks next to the rain, but rather than watch the casket her eyes were glued to Michael, feeling the weight of his immense sorrow.
“How much longer do we need to be here?”
“Jenny! Hush, someone might hear you.” Debbie hissed to her daughter. Normally she’d just ignore her Jenny’s shitty attitude, making such a comment at her friend’s funeral infuriated her.
“He’s not really going to live with us, is he?”
“Of course he is, he’s got nowhere else to go.”
“Will he pay rent?”
“Apparently Richard didn’t really have any money to leave, he was in deep debt at the time. I don’t think Michael has a penny to his name.”
“Great, so we’re taking in a homeless person then.” Jenny scoffed dismissively.
Debbie focused her attention back to Michael, refusing to acknowledge her daughter’s tantrum anymore. People had started rising to leave, but she noticed Michael was still in his seat, refusing to move. Looking over, Debbie caught Diane’s eye for a moment, causing her friend to come over as everyone else proceed away from the funeral.
“Poor kid, you really taking him in?” Diane asked, looking uncomfortably tight in a formal black dress that clung to her body from the rain. Debbie knew she wasn’t doing much better in her older black dress that she hadn’t worn for years as well. In fact, now that she thought about it, the last time both Diane and Debbie wore these dresses, it was for the funeral of Michael’s mother.
“He’s got no where else to go, and Richard was a good friend.”
“You’re a good person Debbie, just don’t let your daughter be too much of a bitch to the poor kid.”
“Diane!”
“You know what I’m talking about. The last thing Michael needs is her being a brat to him about everything.”
“I know, and Jenny’s been an only child all her life. I’ve spoiled the shit out of her, but after Donald left she was all I had.”
“Well now you have Michael too. Hope you ladies are prepared to find the toilet seat up from time to time now. It’s been a while since you’ve had a man living under your roof.”
“He better not, I’m not sharing a bathroom with him.” Jenny suddenly declared, looking up from her cell phone. “Get in the car Debbie, it’s pissing rain.” She complained as she ran to the car.
“Classy gal you got there Debbie.”
“Oh hush you.”
Debbie walked over to Michael as he remained seated, the rain pouring down over him.
“Michael, honey, are you ready to leave?”
At first he didn’t say anything and Debbie was worried he would make a scene, much like her daughter would in the same situation. Instead, Michael slowly rose, turned to Debbie, and hugged her closely, weeping into her shoulder.
Her heart broke for the boy and all she could do was pat his head gently. “It’s okay Michael, you’re coming home with us. It might not be the home you’re used to, but it’s your home nonetheless.”
The ride back to her house was thankfully quiet as Jenny appeared completely absorbed in her phone while Michael looked out the window, his eyes too lost to even roam.
Parking the car, Debbie led Michael upstairs to the room she set aside for him, across from Jenny’s room. She felt bad that he’d be regularly exposed to her shitty attitude, and almost thought about putting him in the basement, but it wasn’t finished yet and wasn’t suitable for someone to sleep in.
“I know your house is being foreclose and most of your dad’s stuff is being repossessed, but we were able to get your belongings out in time and moved here. Nothing’s unpacked yet, so make what you will of the room Michael, just put the boxes out with the recycling when you’re done.
“Thank you, Debbie.”
“I’ll having something ready for dinner later tonight, and I often cook breakfast in the morning, if Jenny can wake her broke butt up in time to eat.” Debbie tease with a grin.
“I heard that!” Jenny shouted from the other room across the hall.
Debbie and Michael shared a snicker at Jenny’s outburst, and it was the first time she’d seen the young man laugh.
“I’ll leave you alone for now, just let me know if you need anything.”
The door closed as Debbie left, leaving Michael in a room full of boxes, an empty wooden computer desk, and an unmade mattress. He began unpacking his stuff, using it as an excuse to keep his mind busy and his hands occupied. It didn’t take long until the room looked like a real bedroom. His computer was set up, despite not being functional due to a fried video card, and his clothes were all put away in the dresser Debbie had in the room for him to use. He even put a few posters on the wall and got his telescope setup next to the window.
After an hour had past of unpacking Michael felt more at ease with the space. He opened the last box to pull out his skateboard and a few books, but as he sorted through the stuff he found something he wasn’t familiar with. Small cube of some kind, with moving pieces like a rubix cube, but older and rustic. It was made with wood plates and brass lining the edges. Despite it’s apparent age and wear on the item, the pieces still moved fluidly, easily clicking into place as he hands manipulated the odd device.
“Where the hell did this come from?”
Looking into the box, Michael found a sticky note that must have fallen off the cube, written in his father’s handwriting.
‘For Michael’
It was only two words written on a yellow sticky note, but it was enough to send a fresh flood of tears down his face as his hands work furiously over the cube. Knowing it was from his father spurred Michael’s determination to solve the puzzle box, even though he knew it would be an empty victory.
Minutes turned to hours as Michael kept working at the puzzle, having trouble because it used fractions of images rather than colors to match up on the 6 sides. Not knowing what the finished pictures should look like left Michael in confusion for a while till he had an idea.
Pulling out an old polaroid camera his father used to use (Though Michael was unsure what his father used the camera for as he had never seen any polaroid pictures in the house) Michael took a picture of each side of the cube. Waiting till the picture cooled down Michael then carefully cut each box of each side out of the pictures, leaving his room a mess of small fragments of images. From there it was a simple matter of shuffling them around, trying various combinations, until 6 unique and distinct images formed on his floor, each composed of cut out pieces of a polaroid picture.
Michael was smiling, happy he had solved the first piece of the puzzle just as a soft knock at his door disrupted his focus.
“Michael, do you want some diner?”
“Sorry, no Debbie. I’m fine.”
A pause hung heavy in the air for a moment before Debbie spoke again.
“I’ll leave something in the frig for you if you get hungry dear.”
“Thank you, Debbie, I appreciate it.”
Michael knew Debbie probably thought he didn’t want to eat out of grief, and there was some truth to that, but really he just wanted to solve this darn puzzle. The images formed by the pieces on the floor were confusing as Michael looked them over. Each appeared to be a different woman holding the same pose, kneeling on the floor with her hands in her lap. It’s why Michael had such trouble with the cub to begin with, since the pictures were so closely matched. In one image the woman wore silk garments and she had short cut hair with heavy breasts. In another image her hair was longer and her outfit was more revealing. Each was distinct in appearance but hand the same general pose and demeanor.
“Okay, so now that I know what I’m working with…”
Using his cellphone since his computer died, Michael looked up the universal algorithm for solving rubik’s cubes. He knew that there was a method to solve rubik’s cubes based on the color, or in this case image, in the corner of the cube. He’d seen YouTube videos of people solving them super faster and that led him to read up on how to do it, finding out about this process. It took some trial and error since the lack of colors was still throwing him off, but eventually at about 1am in the morning, Michael snapped the last piece into place, finishing all 6 images on the cube.
“Finally…what the fuck?”
Purple smoke poured from the lines in the cube in Michael’s hands, quickly filling the space around him. Panic coursed through his veins and his first instinct was to yell out, but his body suddenly felt sluggish and unable to respond. His eyes fluttered as consciousness became fleeting, and the last thing Michael saw was a form on the floor of his room, kneeling before him…
Chapter 1: A Woman and Wishes
Chapter 2: Title
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Chapter 3: Title
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