That's A Big Fucking Truck

"That is one big fucking truck."

I wasn't kidding. The truck was massive - probably bigger than my house. It was a small neighborhood, so it took up most of the road. What the hell was a vehicle like this doing out here? Then the sign at the back of the truck came into view: Grayson Industries.

Grayson Industries was one of the biggest businesses in America. They had a hand in everything; F&B, entertainment, electronics, telecommunications, aerospace - they were a jack of all trades...but also a master of all trades. In the wise words of Ariana Grande, "You want it, I got it." Essentially their entire philosophy. Why is this relevant? I have no idea.

Anyway, they also specialise in transport, including moving services. Basically, what I could infer was this - that's a moving truck, and I had new neighbors.

"Max, looks like we have company."

Max turned to me and said, "Well, you were looking for someone to test your power on, right?"

I grinned. "Riiiiiight. Well, as far as I can tell, there are two women and one guy on that truck. One adult and two teens, so I'm guessing it's a mom, sister and brother dynamic."

Max smirked. "Well soon it's gonna be a mom, sister and mysterious pervert with magical powers dynamic." He stretched his smoky limbs (which probably did absolutely nothing). "Anyway, have fun. If I don't go back in the jar in the next 5 minutes, my little potato farm on Farming Simulator's gonna die."

"You have Farming Simulato- right, genie magic. But seriously, of all things, Farming Simulator?"

"Don't question it. See ya!"

With that, Max pretty much dissolved back into smoke, and the smoke was sucked back into the golden jar. I leaned against the windowsill, watching the heavy-duty moving truck hiss to a stop across the street. The old Miller house had been vacant for months, and seeing life breathe back into it felt like the perfect timing to test my new skills.

"Welp, time for me to be the friendly neighbor," I muttered to the golden jar. Max didn’t respond, but I could swear I saw the smoke inside swirl in a way that looked like a thumbs-up.

I headed downstairs, grabbing a six-pack of soda from the fridge as a peace offering. As I walked across the asphalt, the back of the truck rolled up with a metallic bang. A woman stepped out of the truck first, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

She looked to be in her late thirties or early forties, wearing tight-fitting yoga pants and a tank top that showed off a surprisingly athletic frame. She had a "cool mom" vibe - in a good way that didn't feel ****. Her dark hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, but her eyes were mesmerizing - a vivid shade of cyan. Also, great packages sex-wise. Those tight yoga pants really showed off her voluptuous ass, and I could see her nipples poking through the tanktop ever so slightly. Oh, the effort it took for me to control my boner.

"Need a hand with the heavy stuff?" I called out, putting on my best 'boy-next-door' grin.

She turned, her expression softening into a polite smile. "Oh, thank you! I'm Minerva, Minerva Grayson. And yes, my back is already protesting this move."

Just then, the rest of the crew spilled out of their truck. A girl who looked to be about nineteen or twenty hopped out, stretching her legs. She was stunning in a way that felt effortless—denim shorts, an oversized band tee, and thick glasses that gave her a studious but edgy look. She glanced at me, gave a small wave, and immediately started unloading a box of books.

Behind her was a guy roughly my age, looking slightly annoyed to be hauling boxes.

"I'm Ward," I said, handing Minerva the drinks. "I live right across the street. My dad’s at work, but I figured I’d come over and see if you guys needed some help settling in."

"You're a lifesaver, Ward," Minerva said, popping a tab on a soda. "This is Emily and Connor. Kids, come say hi to the neighbor."

Connor walked over, wiping his hand on his jeans before shaking mine. "Hey, man. Any good gyms around here? Or at least a place that doesn't serve lukewarm pizza?"

"I can show you the best spots," I promised, keeping my tone casual. "So, Minerva," I said, lifting a heavy box labeled 'My Stuff'. "Where do you want this? I’ve got nothing but time today."

She beamed at me. "You're a gem, sweetie. Just follow Emily inside, that should be her box."

Emily smiled and waved me over. "This way, Ward!"

I followed Emily through the front door, watching the way she moved. Her ass seemed to be teasing me while going up the stairs, swaying gently left and right. But as soon as I was done moving boxes like a good neighbor, then we could get to the good stuff. Believe or not, I did actually feel like helping out before inevitably **** them. Although it's not technically **** if they consent. And there aren't laws against reality-warping.

Half an hour later, all the boxes were moved in, and the four of us were cracking open sodas in the living room. I discreetly stared at Minerva first - imagining those boobs pressed against my cock, giving me a titjob. Then Emily - whose breasts weren't as hefty - but her jiggly, most definitely spankable ass more than made up for it.

Wait. I can use the ability! I was too tired to think straight for a moment there, but then I remembered the power sitting at my fingertips. Well, not exactly there, but you get the point.

It was time.

"Freeuse World!"