Gifts in a Box Pt. 03

Monday morning came and with it, as usual, came issues.

Jack awoke with his alarm around 5:30am. Reaching over to unconsciously hit the snooze button, he was surprised to feel another person to his left. He opened his eyes to see Gina still sleeping. The last 48 hours came rushing back into his groggy mind as he sat bolt upright.

Jack assessed his situation. He and Gina were in bed. He was still a perfect physical specimen of a man. Kathy appeared to be in the shower based on the sound of the running water and steam coming from the cracked bathroom door. Jack fought the urge to go into the shower with her right now and blow off work entirely in order to spend the day fucking his wife into a coma.

Gina was still asleep, showing no signs the alarm, or Jack's arm across her chest, had awoken her. As Jack rubbed the sleep from his eye, the sound of the shower stopped. He heard the curtain pull aside and the wet footfalls of Kathy emerging.

Deciding to maybe try to get back to something resembling normalcy, Jack decided to go through with his regular weekday morning routine. He got up, pulled a robe around himself, and went downstairs. Once there, he started the coffee, put Kathy's bagel in the toaster and poured himself some orange juice. Jack stepped out onto the porch for the first time since the insanity that his life had become had started to see the sun just starting to peek over the horizon. Jack walked to the bottom of the front steps to grab the morning paper.

As Jack stood up, he made eye contact with Ellie. Ellie Rush was a neighbor from a few houses down. She used to come by once in awhile when Kathy was more seriously running a few years ago. They would train together some days for longer runs getting ready for whatever race was coming up. Ellie had been going for an early morning run.

Ellie was the definition of beautiful, for her age. A few years older than Kathy and Jack, Ellie wore her late-40's well. Most would guess her to be about 30 if asked. Her constant training had given her a tight, thin, well toned body that had most the teenage boys in the neighborhood thinking of her as the top milf around. Running through the neighborhood each day in tight workout clothes that can really only be worn by people who keep up that regimen quite a bit.

Ellie knew what the boys, and some of the men, were thinking when she ran by them. Though she'd never admit it, that's why she was always sure to stop and stretch for a bit outside the high school and the local bar when she was running in the early afternoon. She liked the attention only horny men and boys can give.

"Good morning Ellie." Jack said, a friendly smile on his face. Ellie didn't wear a smile. Her face was a mask of shock, confusion, surprise and arousal. Ellie nodded dazedly as she started up her run again. Slowly, turning her head back every few seconds at Jack until she was out of site.

Jack thought that was weird, until he noticed the state he was in. Though he had thrown his robe on, he hadn't actually tied it. Ellie just got a face full of the perfect alpha male Jack had become and Jack realized she would most likely be going home and rubbing one (or several) out to the thought of him. The thought kind of excited him.

Going back inside, Kathy was down in the kitchen, eating her bagel and drinking her coffee. She looked up with a smile as Jack walked over and kissed her on the forehead with a, "Good morning." Kathy let Jack sit down and waited for him to open the paper before hitting him with her thoughts.

"We have a problem." Kathy said. Jack had been waiting for the other hammer to drop on his head, and here it seemed to be. Kathy got up and stood before Jack. Scrubs were the order of the day in her profession. Standing there, he didn't see what the big deal was.

The scrubs were too big, save for around her chest, but that was fine. She had been busty before and no one would question the change if she told them she'd been eating right and working out. They had discussed that yesterday during one of their breaks. Jack raised an eyebrow and was about to comment her clothes looked fine until he looked up and noticed she was pointing at her face.

"Okay, forget the fact I look 20 years old. I can probably spin that as new makeup and spa treatments or something. My lips Jack. What the hell am I going to tell them about my lips?" Kathy moaned.

Jack suggest Botox as an excuse, but that wouldn't have created the perfect pillows her lips had become. They were classic dick sucking lips. Jack looked at Kathy and honestly wished Djah hadn't given them to her. He definitely loved how they felt wrapped around him, but he honestly missed his wife's face from before. It was one of his favorite things to see.

Jack got up with that thought on his mind and kissed his wife lovingly. That's how he first felt the change versus seeing it. When he pulled away in shock, he saw his wife. She was still very young, but it looked far more like her. There were little changes, but it was much more the real her.. Most importantly her lips had shrunk back down to their original lovely, but not DSL size.

"Holy shit!" Kathy exclaimed as she reached up to feel her face. "You changed me!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think Djah would leave you that ability. I wonder what else you can do?"

With that, a very specific thought entered Jack's mind. With his predator's smile cracking his lips, Jack grabbed Kathy's hand gently. As he did, Kathy's tits began to inflate. Kathy moaned with previously unknown pleasure as her now already gigantic mounds quickly tore the seams of her shirt and exploded it off her body like popping corn.

Jack stopped when the shirt hit the floor and looked at his wife. She seemed slightly dazed, but with a goofy grin on her face he'd only seen after making her cum. He reached out and ran a light finger up one of her now beach ball sized tits and over her nipple. Kathy moaned in pleasure and shook with delight as she dropped to her knees in a molten hot orgasm.

Seeing his wife's now freakishly large, though perfectly shaped tits kneeling before him, Jack went on autopilot. His now rock hard dick came forward and started sliding up and down between the mammoth mounds, lubed by his wife's slightly drooling lips. After a few minutes of this, when Kathy had calmed down enough to register the world around her, she saw what was happening and joined in. Jack continued tit fucking his wife while she began to squeeze the girls together and run a lick over the bottom of the head of his cock after it emerged from the cleavage ever few thrusts. After a few minutes, Jack reached down and started playing with her nipples. Kathy's eyes rolled back in her head and she began mumbling gibberish as Jack's fingers rubbed, lightly twisted and pinched her now just as sensitive as her clit, nipples. Despite the obvious pleasure that was quickly making Kathy lose track of her world, she continued to squeeze those beautiful tits together, determined above all else to bring pleasure to the love of her life.

After about 15 minutes, Jack was about to blow. Just before he finished, Jack grabbed the back of his wife's dazed head and shoved his monster into her mouth. The eruption of cum into her and the now accompanying wave of orgasmic bliss caused her eyes to pop open and look up at her husband with a look that bordered on fear, bliss, joy and possibly, Jack thought, a little worship.

When he was done cumming, Jack gently let go of Kathy's head and helped her lie down on her back on the kitchen floor. She was conscious, but barely and was slowly pulling herself back together when Jack took her hand again. Kathy's gigantic tits slowly began to shrink back down to the size, shape and perkiness she had over the weekend. Still far more impressive than average, but not the cosmically large orbs that had been on her chest a few moments earlier. The sensation seemed to relax her and when the change was done, Kathy let out a little moan and opened her eyes the rest of the way.

Jack went up stairs and got Kathy a new scrub top to wear. She was sitting on the floor, still just sitting, staring with what was definitely now love, lust and Jack felt he was right, a good amount of worship. Kathy took the top, put it on and then finally pulled herself to her feet.

She took a deep breath, turned to check herself out in the mirror she could see down the hall and turned back to Jack. Kathy leaned in, kissed her husband on the lips, looked into his eyes and said, "I love you, I'll see you later. Have a good day." She then dropped to one knee, took Jack's still semi hard cock in her hand, kissed it under the head and said to it, "I love you, I'll see you later. Have a good day." Got up, winked at Jack as she turned toward the door and left for the day.

Jack smiled at Kathy as his gaze followed her out the door. There he stood, mildly dazed until he heard her car start. The sound snapped him out of his daydream as he looked at the clock. "Oh, shit! It's 630!" and ran upstairs to get ready for work.

Getting out the door in a rush, Jack hopped in the car and headed for the office. He was about halfway through his hour long commute when his phone rang. It was Gina.

"Uncle Jack?" She asked. Her still calling him that after the weekend they had all had together surprisingly did it for him. "A man was just here looking for you."

She described a tall, good looking man in a black suit and blonde hair. Said he wanted to talk to him about recent developments and how he could best look after himself and his family in the future.

"He left a card. Honestly, he kind of creeped me out." Gina said.

"Was he checking you out a bunch? Giving you the creeper glare?" Jack asked?

"No. The opposite actually. I answered the door in Aunt Kathy's robe. It's a little too small right now. Up top I mean. I looked hot. I wasn't even trying. He was completely dispassionate. Like, he didn't have any emotion in his delivery at all. It was strange."

"He could just be the type who is a little stiff. I'll take a look at the card when I get home. Thank you dear." Jack said.

Jack didn't think too much about it, as he had been getting solicitations from assorted financial planners, Realtors wanting to know if he wanted to sell the house, etc. for quite a while.

He continued into the office and pulled in. Jack was a programmer at a small company that created software for construction machines and projects. It was a small office. Probably 50 employees, about 10 of which were programmers. Jack jumped out of the car, went into the building and quickly found his cubicle.

After spending ~40 minutes getting his daily correspondence out of the way and starting some automated tests on his last patch that would take a little bit, Jack started to think about his new life and what he was going to do with all this power.

He got up to get a cup of coffee and headed to the break room. Inside was one of the managers. Not his boss, but of another group. His name was Roger. Jack and he were "Work friendly." Meaning they weren't really friends, but Roger could complain about office stuff to Jack and know Jack wouldn't start running his mouth. Roger was about 30 and was engaged to a girl finishing up her doctorate in Biology.

"Hey Roger?" Jack asked as he grabbed the coffee. "How was your weekend?"

Roger turned to Jack and started to answer, "It was good. How was..." when he stopped talking and starred at Jack.

Roger shook his head for a second. "It was good. It was really good. Carolyn was a monster this weekend. Finished up a big paper and wanted to celebrate. We went out for drinks on Saturday and when we got home she just went to town on me. I haven't had a woman fuck me like that in my life. She was amazing. Completely insatiable. I loved it!"

Jack turned and lifted an eyebrow. He and Roger had never spoken like this to each other. It struck him as really weird. Even mixed in with all the crazy from the last few days.

"I mean, I'm sure you know what I mean." Roger continued. "You look like the type of guy that has had a few wild ones. Have you been working out by the way? You look different today."

Jack smiled, "Yeah. Working out, eating right." He then leaned in conspiratorially, "I even had one of those hair restoration procedures done. Came out really well. " Jack lied. Sometimes the best cover story is the simplest.

Roger looked a little strange. Like he didn't get what he was doing, but had to do it anyway. "Yeah, you look great. You know, I bet Carolyn would love you. You should come by for dinner some time. I grill a great steak and Carolyn sucks cock like a machine."

Jack's eyes jumped open, but Roger just kept right on. "In fact, skip dinner. Carolyn is supposed to meet me for a late lunch after her class. Why don't I bring her up and you can use her cunt in the storage closet while I eat at my desk?"

Jack was a deer in headlights for a minute. He suddenly recalled Djah's message, about men wanting to offer him their women.

He suddenly smiled. Realizing that right now was the longest amount of time since the change that he hasn't had his dick in something. "That... that would be great Roger. I've never met her. Are you sure she won't mind?" He wanted to see how far he could push this.

"Oh, absolutely. Carolyn isn't super satisfied with me and my cock. I'm not small, but her last boyfriend was apparently very large. I can tell you are the type of guy who probably is hung well. It's a treat for her. I'm sure she'll love it." Said Roger, like he was discussing the weather or the baseball game from the night before.

Jack nodded and left the break room with his coffee. He had been trying very hard not to abuse the power he had obviously been given, but if it was THAT easy. If it was just walking up and saying hello...

Jack put his coffee on the desk and thought for just a minute. He then headed to the release managers office. Her name was Jeanette, and she was an attractive black woman in her early 30's. Jack had seen the way her completely professional business attire had hugged her curves and wondered what she was holding back with those clothes.

Jack knocked on the door and was asked to come in. Jeanette was sitting at her desk, looking at her screen wearing a blue blouse, that hugged in close to her slim waist where it was tucked into her black skirt. It showed just a bit of cleavage (just enough to still be office appropriate) and was wearing a pair of what looked like reading glasses.

She had short hair, styled to accentuate her pretty face. Rounded with pretty blue eyes, thick lips, and a cute little nose. The skirt was form fitting, but not tight, ending about 2 inches above the knee. Her legs were crossed, as he could see though the open back of her desk and she was waving the 3 inch heel that matched the color of her blouse back and forth a bit.

Jack went in and closed the door. He turned the lock on the knob with the same hand he had closed it with before she looked up. He walked over to a chair in front of the desk and sat down.

"What can I do for you Jack?" She asked with a smile. She was a friendly, but direct woman.

Jack had been having minor fantasies about this one whenever she would show up in an outfit that showed off her flat stomach, nice tits or large, round, firm ass. The legs that didn't stop wasn't a deterrent either. Jack decided if he was going to risk his job to see how easy this would really be, he was going to go all the way.

"I think, what you can do is come around the desk here, strip out of that blouse, skirt, and... maybe your bra. Then, you can get down on your knees and give me a blow job like the only thing that matters in this world is getting to taste my cum all over your tongue." Jack got out. He didn't believe he said that as calmly and confidently as he had. He didn't feel that way about it.

Jeanette sat for a bit staring at him. She seemed like she was shocked a bit. She got up, came around the desk and headed for the door. "Shit!" Jack thought, she's calling security.

When she got to the door, she shook the knob and said, "You already locked it. Confident."

She walked back over to the chair and stood in front of Jack. She looked into his eyes as she slowly started to unzip the zipper on her skirt.

Jack sat in shock as Jeanette teasingly stripped out of her clothes. Her skirt hit the ground and she kicked it up onto a small table near the wall. She began to unbutton the blouse, still keeping her eyes on Jack. After she took it off, she walked over to the table and set it on top of the skirt. Before she turned back around, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. She dropped it off onto the table with the others and put her hands over her breasts, flexing her ass at Jack just enough to get him to pay attention to it. She turned around, gave her tits a gentle rub, released her hard nipples to the air, and slowly got to her knees.

Jeanette, proper, pretty, professional Jeanette, crawled across the room to Jack's seat.

Jeanette undid Jack's pants and pulled them down to his ankles. She gasped as she saw the shape of his massive, rock hard cock trying to get out of his boxer shorts. The head and about 5 inches were sticking out of the bottom of the right leg.

She starred in shock as he pulled the shorts down and his massive member bounced free.

"Oh, if you think you are getting out of here without me bouncing on that, you are out of your mind!" She said as she put her little hand around the base. Jeanette began a gentle stroke, sliding her hand up and down with just enough pressure to generate sensation without sticking to the skin.

She looked back up at Jack, and making sure she had his focus, stuck her tongue sideways out of her mouth, barely touching the bottom side of Jack's monster (which is what he was starting to call his dick in his head) and very, very slowly, ran the tip of that tongue up the shaft, never taking her eyes off his. When she reached the top, in what Jack estimated was roughly 6 years later by the amazingly torturous feel of it, she took the tip into her mouth.

Jeanette had obviously done this before. Saliva slowly worked its way down Jack's shaft while she suckled on the tip of Jacks dick like it contained mothers milk. As the drool worked its way down, she took both her hands and slowly slid them up and down, twisting slightly as she went, making sure every inch of him felt her now well lubricated hands pump up and down his rock hard member.

Jack realized that even with her head barely moving an inch, this might be the best blow job of his life. She continued to drool all over his cock, the suction on the head causing a large build up of pressure. Her hands sped up as she went, now trying as hard as she could to jack him off down her throat. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, her tongue, without any loss of suction, began to play with the underside of the head.

Jack saw all white for just a moment when he came. Jeanette swallowed for all she was worth, but it wasn't enough. She still ended up with her face, neck, hair, and tits covered in the warm, salty fluid. Jeanette then dropped onto the floor and came.

And came...

And came...

For a full 10 minutes, Jeanette rolled and writhed on the floor, clawing at the carpet. She looked up and him and Jack swore he saw the same scared, amazed and possibly worshipful look he'd seen in Kathy's eyes that morning.

Jack left her there for a second and went to a little side cart she had in the office to clean himself off. He grabbed some paper towels and a glass of water from the same table and brought it over. He began to gently clean his cum off of Jeanette. She started to calm down after a little bit and grabbed his hand as he finished her tits.