Jac: Preludes

Jack woke up to the soft sound of rain, clattering against his window AC. It was still on, Jack having forgotten to turn it off as his night was filled with the company of a lovely young lady he had wooed the night before. She snuggled up to him, nuzzled her nose into his shoulder-neck crevice and sighed a half-asleep sigh of contentment.

Without being too braggy about it, Jack knew he ate her pussy fairly well last night. He actually hadn't been feeling fully up for penetrative sex; he was worn out from a long weekend and was a little tipsy with booze and weed. But he knew he could eat her out, and he loved doing it too. They made out on his couch, and then moved to the bedroom for pleasuring her tits and pussy.

She had a nubby large clit, and was incredibly wet, warning Jack that she mentioned she was a bit of a squirter with the right touch. He had pleasured her orally that night for a long session, lapping up her juices and continuing to massage and stimulate her vaginal cavity. They fell asleep tasting her pussy off each other's lips, dozing into a fuzzy warm bliss and sleep.

Upon waking, they each put on one of Jack's bathrobes, shared coffee and chit chat on Jack's porch, then she left before Jack began work. Jack's job was one where he could stay at home, get a good job done and never have to really care about what he is doing; but still get paid. Absolutely it's privilege, but Jack wasn't taking it for granted.

Having said that, evening company was not uncommon now that he could start a little later, work a little later, keep things flexible. He was a bit obsessed with squirters for whatever reason anyone is into a fetish. What's hot, is hot. He sought out squirty girls, but this wasn't a strict requirement and Jack was always simply pleased to enjoy the company of new people from time to time. Second third, fourth dates would happen, he wasn't just hooking up. But Jack was very casual at this time in life, and was doing his best to enjoy that time of life in a respectful and empowering way to his partners too.

But today felt different. He wasn't sure if it was this last partner, or if it was unrelated. He sort of felt that tingly sensation you get when your arm or leg falls asleep. Pins and needles, but not quite painful. After he sent her away, he also suddenly got very tired, so decided to take advantage of his flexible schedule and take a short nap.

Within this nap, Jack couldn't really say he dreamed. But still, that weird after-memory of dreams existed upon waking up. He felt in some way something had happened but had no memory of what that thing was. He felt the pins and needles first in his arms, then legs, down to his toes. Then it sort of shot up his body again like a small wave of electricity. Jack had been shocked by electric fences for real as a kid, running around his aunt's cow farm. But this wasn't a punch in the gut like an electric fence. It was an experience of immense sensation--not pleasure, not pain, not even surprise. It felt like a humming, pulsing, inner working of God, of something uniquely metaphysical in a way Jack could not describe. Yet, it felt natural, non-imposing, even familiar in a way, although he could not articulate why. Now he knew something was really up.

He did sit up in bed, but stayed laying there for a time. He checked some messages and nobody needed him right now at work. He was still tired but regaining strength. He stayed there until he felt he had the mobility again to step out of bed into the bathroom.

That's when he first noticed, he felt lighter. No, not lighter. He thumped down on the ground with equal weight as always. But he felt... stronger. He felt that his leg muscles were supporting his body weight with more ease, giving the sensation that he is lighter--lifting himself less strenuously. Then he really noticed. He reached his hand down toward his torso and waist, and noticed that he had a flatter stomach. He had lost his beer gut. He wasn't cut like a body builder, but he was most certainly less round. At that point, he quickly padded into the bathroom to see his body in better view.

Without really needing to see it, he noticed his dick was huge. He felt that amongst the other changes of his body, leaner form, but still himself. He did not look "different" in a radical sense. Still just a sandy brunette, bearded white guy. But now his cock was hanging lower than ever before, with balls to match. He was used to his comfortable 6incher, so holding the meaty weight of this close to 10" penis was both shocking and fucking hot as hell. "Did I have this last night?" He thought to himself.

Whatever this was, it was not normal, but Jack didn't know what to do. He hadn't been to a doctor in a few years, needed a new person. So no one medically would have comparison to his prior state. Friends would notice, for sure, how will he explain that?

That's when it hit him... he did remember something from the dream. It wasn't much, it was a sort of euphoric wonder, no images, the emotion of gratitude and excitement, like a child with a new toy. But that toy was highly sexual, and it lived inside Jack now. In an instant, one image appears for Jack from memory, a pair of eyes open in the darkness, which is also blinding light, paradoxically at the same time. Two human-like eyes open and Dazzled Jack before he work up to the pins and needles sensations. He only saw them for a brief moment but saw clearly they were emerald green eyes.

But this was memory. Jack stood, amazed, dumbfounded, strangely aroused for the circumstances, in his brightly lit bathroom mirror, pondering his reality. Or was this still a dream? He pinched himself, made and drank some coffee, took some moments to really settle into being awake, all the while massaging and exploring this massive pipe he now carried between his legs. He was indeed awake, or deeply under the spell of some Inception -style dreamscape.

He jokingly recalled the scene in Inception where Leo and the nerdy woman are exploring the dreamscape and pull out walls and mirror like panels and create whole new environments, demonstrating the expanse of what these dreamscapes are capable of. Jack waved his hand behind him, imagining making a whole other half to his apartment, doubling the size and extending his square footage. To his shock and amazement, his walls shifted, bent, grew, expanded into this quasi-extra-dimensional space, creating a whole new room for him to live in.

Jack jumped back in surprise, forgetting his huge cock for just a moment. "Holy shit..." he whispers, realizing what he has done. "I must be dreaming right?"

He took a few steps forward and indeed, despite the outside of the building appearing not to change, Jack finds an additional 2 rooms, suited to the style of his apartment but better maintained and more spacious. Imagine the magical tents and rooms of Harry Potter, where it's not really feasible with physics, but that doesn't matter.

Jack was absolutely floored. He realized he had powers--magical powers. Obviously this was somehow related to the strange dream and the emerald eyes, which he seemed to find feminine although no other aspects of the face were visible. He focused harder on those pins and needles sensations he felt rip through him a few moments earlier. He realized then that he was fully charged. He wasn't sure how he knew, but when you're well-fed but done digesting, you don't feel "not-hungry" as it's own emotion. You're just not hungry. It is a neutral state whereas being hungry is the sensation and physical response. Jack felt the strange stasis of being charged with this power without it being an active sensation, like being not-hungry. His body just knew, felt, sat steeped in this power for use. He deduced there was a limit, but given that creating a whole new extra dimensional room in his apartment didn't break a sweat, he imagined he could do quite a bit.

He needed to explore this, figure out if there were any limitations, and sus out where that overall power limit lies. When does the tank run out of gas?

These tales are of Jack, and his powers. Like any young, virile man in his early 30's he leverages these powers for sexual pleasure. He makes realizations and discoveries along the way, and I'm not yet sure how his tale will end. But he is going to have a lot of fun along the way.

Prelude I: Testing the Waters

Jack stood, aghast, realizing that something wild was happening. He began to run through the wild scenarios he might drum up. He needed to know how much reality could break with his power. It was magic, let's just call it what it is. Power, magic, Jack just knew he could make things happen.

But how would they hold up over time? Could he change free will? Could he break the laws of physics? This third question seemed fairly obvious given he just increased his real estate by an extra 2000 square feet, but he wanted to learn more.

He had already noticed his cock swell, but he wondered what else he could change. Just briefly, but perhaps not for the last time, Jack did something he had always been curious about. He thought for a moment, and took his physical form and re-configured it almost entirely. He became a woman, from vagina to tits, from cute button nose to dainty toes. Jack was so shocked, he screamed and didn't recognize the voice! He quickly shifted back to his comfortable male form, big dick a swinging just as before. Jack would explore this later on, he had always wanted to experience an orgasm as a woman.

But for now, he realized he could change physiology. The shape and form and essence of a person's body could be changed outright.

While all of this is impossible, how much more impossible could it be?

Jack ran to a window to peer outside. He simply wanted to find a passerby. He waited just briefly before an older gentleman, walking alone, crossed in front of Jack's apartment. Jack decided to make the man become a woman, and also give her a monkey's tail. Like a full blown, to-scale for the human body, tangible tail coming out just above this woman's ass.

Before Jack's very eyes, the man became a shorter, blonder, hotter woman, who paused briefly. As if simply stepping aside to tie her shoes, she shuffled down the upper edge of her pants, and a long brown tail folded out as if she was picking a wedgie and just released the tension.

"Holy fuck," Jack murmured from his window. He was lost in thought. Things were bubbling up in his mind. He was realizing what his power really meant, and where his morals maybe ended.Yet, these were simply passing whispers, nothing concrete, and Jack was still curious.

Jack benevolently returned the man outside to his original state, and returned to his indoor space. He wondered for a moment what else he could test, when a knock came at his door. "Shit," he said in surprise, realizing he forgot his landlord was coming to visit today to fix a drain. Chuckling quickly at the idea that he could now probably fix his own drain, this was a fantastic opportunity to test more of his power.

Fortunately, although it might matter less now, Jack's landlord was a late 30-something property manager who owned a few properties in the Polish district with her mother. Mary was her name--or that was the shorthand to whatever long polish name was her real name. And fortunately, she was already pretty darn attractive to Jack. But of course, nothing had happened, and honestly Jack wasn't even going to try the business of becoming personal with a landlord. But that was before he gained his powers.

Mary let herself in, as was custom, and Jack was surprised to find Mary's mother Agnes also with her. An older woman, entirely grey but not withered, smiled at Jack as they both entered the unit.

Jack was polite and let Mary into the Kitchen area to begin working on the drain. Jack figured he would try something small and escalate from there. What's the fun without some unpredictability? Jack thought outwardly toward Agnes, "you probably could go for a glass of water, but don't want to interrupt Mary. You'll leave and come back with a very large glass of water." Jack stayed in his room but could hear the kitchen. Shortly after starting, Agnes murmured to Mary and then shuffled out of the apartment for several minutes before returning with a plastic cup which might have been a leftover massive mcDonalds cup. Full of water though, and it was almost funny to see this old Polish woman holding a cup half the size of her head. Mary took no notice.

Jack wanted to escalate. He wanted to work on perception. What could someone see or not see, if told not to see. Jack wandered into the kitchen, but using his powers, attempted to ensure he could not be seen at all by Mary or Agnes. He then stood up from his desk, walked into the kitchen, and made himself a bowl of cereal. The two women passed by him, unnoticing, and even speaking in Polish softly to one another as if alone or out of earshot of Jack.

Jack then got a little strange. Something about this ability to control...well, everything, gave him such a ride in his mind. He remembered his massive shaft now, sitting eating cereal, seemingly invisible to the two women because he had made it so.

"Your inclination is to do this errand in my apartment naked." Jack simply thought silently to his two visitors. Nothing seemed to change immediately. But, sure enough, Agnes first rose from her seat and removed her shoes and socks. Mary was still working on the drain, and kept her shirt on. But between a few scrubs, as she was resting her arms, she unbutton her trousers and dropped them to the ground, including her panties. Unceremonious, not trying to be sexy. Just being naked made sense for a dirty scrub job like this. Jack was so shocked at Mary's brazen undressing, that he was more surprised to turn and see Agnes fully naked now, folding her shirt and setting it on the table. Calmly, non-sexually, just being naked made sense--just as Jack had said.

He was convinced now. He slowly rose, and without a big eal or show (he was invisible of course) he removed all his clothes and watched his newly engorged cock swing as it began to swell slightly.

He peered over at Agnes, who was indeed a bit older than Jack usually preferred in his sexual attractions. He waved his hand over the frame of Agnes, and she shifted as Jack had seen other bodies change now twice before. Her body tightened, but did not become a fake looking model body. In his mind, Jack simply wanted her to unage, to become a younger version of her natural self. Once he found an age she was beautiful to him, he stopped and merely peered at the two women. Mary had now since removed her top and was also fully naked.

Jack was now interested in having some real fun. He cleared the drain, by simply making it clear, and Mary finished up quickly. She picked up her tools and set them over by the door for when the two left. Agnes and Mary were both still completely naked, and could not see Jack yet. He walked to each of them, decided to touch them, and in touching, reveal himself to the woman; and reveal to Jack her deepest sexual fantasy.

Agnes had unaged to somewhere in her twenties, and she was a slimmer build but harty nonetheless. Her brunette hair shimmered naturally and you could tell she was Polish. Mary was in her later 30's but seemed not to notice her mother's unaging. Mary stood a taller build, not thicker but wider by nature of being taller. With similarly brunette hair, Mary's features were sharper in the nose and her breasts were perkier than Agnes's. But You could tell that Agnes had baby feeding tits--large and hefty. Mary's were more manageable, smaller but more sensitive as Jack would find out.

Jack simply let the two women know something. He didn't force himself on anyone. He didn't convince them of anything even. The two women simply just realized, "hmm this guy is hot and hung. I like hot and hung, especially when it's pumping inside my pussy..." And Jack began to sink into his first depravities.

Upon realizing that Jack was there, naked, and they were there too... naked, they got incredibly aroused and began to selfishly ravish Jack's body. Beginning to get drunk with his power, Jack explored perverse versions of how this could go and explored sensation after sensation.

In presenting himself to them like this, he learned each of their darkest fantasies. Agnes, younger in body but still older in spirit, had always really liked simple whippings/slappings, as the sting is what got her pussy gushing. Mary, on the other hand, surprised Jack in what she fantasized about in the darkest hours of the late night. She wanted to be bred by a stable full of men. Not to be an animal exactly, but to be the receiver of a farm's worth of hung cock. Accompanying this were offshoot fantasies of some actual horse cocks, and also that the human men had dicks the size of horse cocks, all lined up and pumping baby after baby into her womb.

As Jack allowed these two women to ravish his cock, he closed his eyes and pictured a senario for each of them. In one room of the apartment would be the setup for Agnes, and Mary would walk briefly outside into the backyard to find her stable fantasy. Each woman would move in with Jack, and essentially tend to his needs sexually and at home. "And why wouldn't we? We own the property!"they would cackle with each other over shared dinners at night. But right now--they were fucking.

Jack allowed the two women to massage his cock with their lips and throats for some time. He felt no rush, and neither did they. while they sucked on him, he spent some time fondling their tits and thinking about their fantasies, and his own. Suddenly, Jack considered something he hadn't yet.

"Hey, are either of you squirters?" HE asked casually, realizing it was the first time he had spoken aloud to them since he appeared to them naked and aroused. Mary shook her head no, as her mouth was full of Jack's shaft down her throat. But Agnes did look at Jack, almost sheepishly, and said, "well yeah if you call it that. I basically pee when I cum hard but it's not pee." Jack was thrilled.

"Show me..." he murmered, almost as transfixed on Agnes as Mary was on his dick. She looked a little confused, but then seemed to have a realization to just perform what Jack had wanted. Since they were naked laready, she just sort of leaned back against the apartment wall, spread her legs, and started fingering herself hard. She closed ehr eyes, bunched up her face, and squealed as a spurt of fluid gushed from her pussy quite quickly. She hardly needed to finger heself to get this first spray.

"Holy shit Mom" Mary said in surprise, popping Jack's cock out for just a moment. Agnes looked a little dazed but pleased with herself. She then crawled over to jack's cock again and Mary took her turn to show off for Jack.

"What do you want to see me shove inside myself?" Mary asked Jack. He hadn't remembered informing the two ladies that stretching was sort of a sub-fetish of his. Maybe Mary just liked this stuff. Maybe the magic helped fill in some gaps. Either way, Mary asked Jack a very direct question.

"How about this..." Jack said as he lifted the long end of a spray can from their supplies. It was a metal tube of something for natural cleaning. After checking the tube to make sure nothing about it was harmful to humans or vaginas, Mary picked it up to examine. All thewhile, Agnes sucked and sucked on Jack's cock.

Mary lookd at Jack directly and said, "it's going to be tough. You know this is much larger than your cock right?" Is it? Jack asked her, faking confusion as he grew his cock to match the size of the canister. As Agnes sucked, she suddenly opened her eyes as the cock grew within her throat, causing a small gag. It was at that moment Jack realized he might want to cum soon--and more than once.