Chapter Four

A shockwave of power rippled through the house as pink light pulsed violently throughout Jason's bedroom.

It smashed into him, racing through his veins, electrifying muscle and sinew alike. He let out a silent scream as it connected with his core. Pure bliss rattled his bones while a rosy mist clouded his brain, blanketing any doubt, hesitation—smothering everything except the glorious glow of gratification.

Time seemed to slow, the world drawing in a collective breath as Jason was struck by a sudden, unwelcome flare of post-nut clarity. Distant alarm bells rang—faint, muffled, and far too late. A warning echoing from miles away, barely loud enough to register.

He glanced down at Naru.

She beamed back up at him, still kneading her tremendous tits around his stubbornly unflagging phallus. Pearly globs of jizz pooled in the ditzy genie’s copious cleavage in amounts noticeably smaller than he’d expected.

Not that she seemed bothered by that in the slightest.

Her face was alight with eager anticipation, eyes bright, breath shallow.

“Naru,” Jason began, as a nameless dread crept over him. “What did you—AAURGHH!”

A second pulse of pink energy blasted out from her, laser-focused on him.

Jason spasmed as his entire body seized up in a violent cramp, bending him backward with bone-creaking ****. His spine arched into a grotesque suplex, head and heels slamming to the floor as his chest and hips bowed, caught in the throes of unholy agony.

Naru descended with him, effortlessly keeping his hard-on sandwiched between her sizable sweater puppies. “Relax and let the magic happen, master. Yeah, it might feel a teensy bit uncomfy, but the payoff is totally worthwhile.”

Teeth clenched to bite back a scream, Jason felt as if someone had replaced his marrow with lava. Perspiration sprang out across his tortured flesh; his body betrayed him, reshaping itself in slow, inexorable stages.

“Hrnnnnngh!”

Fabric gave way first, rending as his shoulders and chest broadened, filling out with slabs of sculpted muscles like an inflating pig-skin. His t-shirt tore, exposing chiseled abs, and the sleeves shredded apart after once-skinny biceps bulged into world-class gun shows.

Beneath his skin, new strength coiled and knotted. Forearms thickened, veins standing proud. His hands grew to the size of shovels, and the room seemed to shrink as he took on another foot in height. It was fortunate his jeans were already bunched around his ankles—because they would never have survived when his breadstick legs swelled into brutal pillars of muscle.

That minor blessing vanished when one of Jason’s size twelve feet lashed out in a spasm, ripping the denim in half.

His pallid complexion cleared, pimples whisked away as though photoshopped, and bronzed into the healthy tan of a lifetime outdoorsman. Hair drooped into his eyes, dense and rugged, where before it had been thin and straggly. A nine o’clock shadow dusted a far stronger, squarer chin.

Still, none of that compared to what was happening… downstairs.

“F–f–fuck!” Jason gasped as his cock surged, gaining in girthy grandeur until it breached Naru’s bounteous boobage like a surfacing whale.

The turgid tip emerged from those pillowy depths, bulbous and red, glistening wetly. Following closely behind came his shaft, wide as a beer can and ribbed with arterial veins.

He was huge–jutting out from between the giddy genie’s jumbo jugs like a utility pole, throbbing furiously.

“Oh my gawd!” Naru breathed, eyes crossing as it swayed dangerously close to her nose. “Jen’s got phenomenal taste. Bigger is totally better. Slay, queen!”

Jason didn’t share her enthusiasm.

Something wasn’t right.

Then, the magical bimbo opened wide and–with her mega-milkers still firmly wrapped around his burly base–she vacuumed him into her strict esophagus.

“Glooomph~!”

The physical torment had diminished to a painful memory, but now a new concern presented itself. His new body thrummed with vitality. Strength crackled beneath his skin, every muscle primed and responsive.

But the blood rushing south left his head feeling light.

Thoughts slowed.

Ideas slipped through his grasp. Knowledge he’d once taken for granted began to dissolve, facts blurring and drifting away. His mind—once quick, once sharp—softened, drooping under the weight of the changes like a wet sock.

Then the room started to spin.

Not violently—no cracking walls or flying debris—but with an odd, nauseating wrongness of reality being edited mid-scene.

Jason blinked, climbing unsteadily to his feet as Naru continued to work oral wonders, and watched his bedroom begin to… remake itself.

The first thing to go was the bookshelf.

Textbooks shuddered, their spines warping, titles smearing into meaningless blots of ink. Dense columns of script collapsed inward, pages fluttering like startled birds before compressing and reshaping. In their place stood gleaming trophies—polished gold cups, sculpted athletes frozen in victory poses, engraved plaques proudly read ‘MVP.’

The mathletics awards melted away entirely, ribbons dissolving into satin pennants that snapped open against the walls. School colours cheerfully unfurled themselves. A signed football jersey appeared where an anime poster had been.

Jason frowned.

That felt important.

But after Naru slurped down a few more throat-stretching inches, he wasn’t sure why.

The curvy nympho had found her cock-sucking stride, hot mouth, and mammoth tits working in tandem to service his monstrous member. She was truly an idiot savant of polishing knobs and gobbling fat sausages, slobberingly eager to **** down more gob-stopping manmeat.

Jason grinned genially, giving Naru’s bobbing head a fond pat–a reward for her effort. He knew he was a lot for any woman to handle and admired her cum-gargling gumption.

The rest of his posters rustled, their colors running. Sci-fi characters disappeared, replaced by framed photographs: action shots of Jason armoured in football gear, muscles straining beneath the pads as he sprinted across an end zone. Another frame showed him hoisting a trophy, teeth blindingly white, arm slung around teammates whose names he instinctively knew but couldn’t quite summon.

“Whoa.” He muttered.

Naru gurgled something incomprehensible around his gagging ginormity.

His bedspread rippled, cartoon characters stretching and blurring before resolving into a clean, neutral comforter—tasteful, masculine, exceedingly normal.

Jason’s gamer chair creaked, capturing his wavering attention.

The contoured padding deflated as the chair straightened and simplified, becoming an ordinary desk chair with no lumbar support to speak of. Draped across it was a letterman jacket—navy blue wool, his name stitched across the back in confident block letters.

“Glah, urk, ack!”

Naru choked with consummate skill, her sparkling hazel eyes smoldering up at him, her flushed cheeks hollowing as she hungrily hoovered his hefty hoagie.

Jason’s desk rattled next.

The custom PC—his pride and joy, lovingly assembled piece by piece—whined in protest as its LED lights flickered and died. The tower compacted, panels sliding inward until it shrank into a sleek black gaming console. The monitors stretched sideways, frames thinning as they expanded into a massive flat-screen TV mounted neatly on the wall.

A sports game booted up.

A simulated crowd cheered as the title track played.

Jason stared, lantern jaw hanging slack. A line of saliva ran down his stubbly chin. Naru’s greedy gullet constricted, her cushiony cans squeezed, guzzling down his pearly precum and last vestiges of complex cogitation.

A vague itch tugged at his streamlined mind, as though trying to recall a forgotten memory. He should be asking questions. He should be upset. But the harder he tried to grasp the feeling, the slipperier it got.

Did this bother him?

It didn’t feel like it did.

God, when had the room gotten so damn hot? The window over his bed was foggy with steam, and sweat glistened on his hard muscles.

Below Jason, Naru came up for breath, still jacking him with her magnificent melons, the bimbo genie giggled delightedly.

“Ooooh!” She chortled, a string of precum dangling from her sloppy lips. “Look at that, master. Your bedroom’s, like, totally catching up with your new self.”

Jason swallowed thickly, wiping drool from his prominent chin.

Something about her statement made sense.

Except, he couldn’t remember what the room had looked like before.

And he wasn’t sure it mattered after Naru dived back in for more.

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