Mitch wasn’t ready.

Sure, ultimate power sounded nice, but he had already been sitting here for half an hour at his desk and hadn’t come up with shit all. He had gone through the many perversions he could think up, bouncing from giant tits on women to giant tits on himself, ideas from robots to furries, potions to growth guns, revenge to even making his own younger sister an omnipotent goddess. Hitting his head didn’t help either, so perhaps this was all a sign.

Sighing, he typed the only logical conclusion he could see at the moment.

This BlueBerry belongs to someone more deserving.

It was a kind of deflating command but in a way, he knew it was the right thing to type. However, it didn’t just completely poof from his hands, he just couldn’t read the interface any more.

Instead, a neon green portal appeared in his desk, a round hole to a seemingly different part of the world. Oddly enough, it looked like he was looking down into someone’s kitchen ceiling which would be weird enough if he didn’t also find someone looking back.

It was a man around the same age as himself, but much more compact. They actually had matching coloured hair, but while his was kept rather neat, this dude’s hair kept it shaved on the side, a black toque on his head. He also appeared to be wearing no pants as well, a rather large bulge evident in the boxers from this upside down angle. He did have rather soft features though, almost a boyish glow to him, almost reminding him of Jenna if she shaved her head, didn’t wear make-up, and became a pessimist.

“Sup?” The young man said in an unimpressed tone, almost like he was deliberately down playing his reaction, scratching his flat chest.

“Hey…” There was an awkward pause as this felt like an otherworldly Skype call he was not expecting today, “Are you here for my phone?”

”Maybe?” He shrugged, leaning in further to inspect around the interior of this room, “Are you here for my magic box?”

”I don’t think so…” He noticed what the boy was gesturing towards, an odd perfect cube which had a pink button on top, “Um my name’s Mitch by the way… Mitch Jenkins…”

”Al.” He nodded, “You sure my box didn’t bring you here? It just told me I had a BlueBerry now and now I’m looking for fruit.” His furrowed brow looked as confused as Mitch was with the phone.

“Uh I think you’re looking for this.” He waved the phone around, “It’s like a reality altering app on it or something. I haven’t really tried it out.” He blinked a few times, “Wait, didn’t it bring you here?”

”I thought it was my thing…” He pushed the box closer to the hole, proving that things could go back and forth through the portal as it edged a corner up through the desk. “Hmm…” He rubbed his soft chin, “You don’t think you’d want to trade would you? I mean a reality altering machine which I can input does sound less chaotic… I mean my thing can clearly change reality too, but it’s not very predictable.”

Mitch shrugged, finding a box which made reality-changing decisions for him actually perfect for his indecisive attitude, “Sure…” He reached down and pulled the pink box out, seeing the little slot where something would pop out when he pushed the button.

”Cool.” Al blankly stated as he crossed his arms, “Now your thingy…”

”Um..” This was a lot of power he was about to hand over, and Mitch was starting to get sweaty feet at the thought he was handing this over to a complete stranger, “You sure that you’ll be responsible with this?” What if this man wanted to cure world hunger and end wars or something, instead of being a pervert and growing breasts?

“Suuuurrreee…” He said most unconvincingly, the power-hunger he had being poorly betrayed by his shifty eyes, “Now why don’t you-” He pointed out suddenly, “OH MY GOD! YOUR SISTER’S BEHIND YOU AND SHE HAS A GIANT RACK AND DICK!”

Mitch spun his chair around, tongue hanging out, “What? Where?”

“Yoink.” Al chuckled as he pulled the phone foolishly put down on the desk when he spun around, waving as the portal started to close, “Bye-bye, perve.”

”What?” He turned around to see that his desk was back to normal, only a pink box remaining as evidence that anything had happened. He sighed, “Oh well… Hopefully he’ll be responsible and mature with that thing…” He certainly wasn’t going to be, and now, he had something new to play with. The only question was, what would happen if he pressed it?

Of course, what he really should have noticed was how reality was already changing around him. He didn’t know it, but when he transferred that phone over, it still was fulfilling his last command, as perhaps he didn’t know what commands to physically type in, but his pervert brain still had some rather grand changes to reality he wanted to see.

These perversions still rested in the phone, and the new owner would unknowingly fulfill his every perversion despite him not being able to tell the difference..

Did observing the impossible build up an appetite?

Mitch hadn’t a clue, but despite getting a new toy which allowed him to bend reality like a spring, he suddenly had an intense reminder that he had skipped breakfast this morning, tummy gurgling as he rubbed his head. Portal to another dimension or not, this box could wait, as he was feeling a bit fuzzy in the head, vision getting wobbly as he got to his feet thinking through what felt like cotton. He had to delicately use the wall to exit his bedroom door, feeling this haze until half-way down the hall.

Shaking his head anew, he suddenly felt his head clear of this odd sensation. It couldn’t have come quicker, with his back straightening as he could now confidently go down the stairs and turn the corner to the kitchen to finally get his well-earned lunch. After all, he felt he had been responsible with his reality changing device and felt that a just reward would be some sugary cereal. His smile faded quickly though, feeling sick yet again, but this time for totally different reasons.

His mom and sister were both in the kitchen, taking up the entire space in front of the fridge as they pressed their mountainous bodies against each other, heads rubbing the ceiling, plump lips mashed against each other as hands rested on each others’ bubbly rear, fingers sinking deep into the globular flesh which refused to stop their rippling. His mother Moira’s eyes went wide upon seeing Mitch, her tongue right in his sister and her black bra unfastened. Her eyes showed shame, but she wouldn’t actually stop her lustful tasting of her own daughter for a good number of more seconds before actually realizing she was still in half of a French kiss. Hands shaking, she stepped back and pulled her jeans all the way over her round derrière, face blushed, “Ah h-honey! I was just… Checking your sister’s mouth for… for… uh if she brushed her teeth!” Her chest quaked with enough flesh to rest a complete breakfast on top and to smuggle a cereal box in between her cleavage, which made quickly doing her bra back up a bit difficult, bouncing around to get the snaps done-up, right at Mitch’s line of vision. So big, so round, so dominating, Mitch had loved marvelling at these tits as a teen, but now that he was a young adult, they were just annoying when there were two pairs gigantic knockers iin the kitchen and he just wanted to get in the fridge.

Rae was much less ashamed of the cookie jar she had been caught tonguing, not even pulling her pants back up as she walked over to the sink, two tanned spheres showing off her bikini bottom triangle with a light speckling of freckles as they rolled left and right, spilling more and more over the back of her undone jeans, “Yeah… She had to get real deep…” She bent over the sink and allowed the whole family, and whoever else stepped into the kitchen, a full view of a gorgeous pair of lower lips. All women had a constantly lubricating vagina which were easily aroused, but he had gotten tired of the women in his life never putting it away and popping it out like their tits at the drop of a hat. This wouldn’t be so bad, but considering how wet and slippery females could get, Mitch was suddenly spending half the day scrubbing the carpets when his mother decided to jump his sister watching TV.

Mitch rolled his eyes, not able to tear his gaze from his sister’s gyrating backside fast enough. His mother was trying to smile innocently at him, but her own eyes betrayed her when she went back to drooling over Rae’s butt, completely ignoring her son who was trying to grab a bowl. She silently murmured between nibbles of her fat bottom lip, flawless teeth giving that mouth a work out as certain words were loud enough to be audible, “Fucking… Yes… I want… Big fat… Eat your ass…”

“Mom?” Mitch kind of whined out, twisting left and right to get around his over nine-foot tall mother to get at the cupboard. He made a pointing gesture for a bit, but saw she was still just humping the air, so he switched to more wild flailing gestures.

“Hmmm?” Moira hummed out in a fantastical dream, idly tweaking a nipple under a bra she still hadn’t done up yet. Her eyes widened anew though when she saw her tiny eldest son tap his foot like a little rabbit, realizing that she had staring at Rae’s jiggling butt for longer than she thought. She gave a faint gasp and the bra from her chest bounced off fully, tanned globes falling out to her belly-button as the black bra fell to Mitch’s face. Her thumb-sized nipples were nearly hard enough to poke an eye out, and they happened to be inches from Mitch’s frustrated maw. She blushed, “S-Sorry Mitch!” Her lips parted, showing off those sparkling perfect white teeth as her breasts continued to jiggle against the laws of physics, “Y-You don’t want to play with my tits do you?” She made this offer almost daily, not getting yet that her son saw so clearly saw that she was asking for her own pleasure and not his.

“It’s fine…” He grumbled out as he lifted the sweaty garment smelling of sweat peach lotion from his head and to the chin-level counter, “I’m just trying to get a bowl here…” His eyes rolled again, as Moira had already gone back to her lip sucking as Rae gave herself a butt massage with some dish-soap.

To be honest, Mitch had at first been very excited to learn that Rae and his mother had started doing it all those months ago. Pretty much the day that Rae turned sixteen, he had walked into her room to find that their sweaty bodies were entangled in the sheets with Rae’s tongue half-way down to her mom’s stomach. Naturally, they explained that Rae had a bad dream and mom was there to calm her down despite it being three in the afternoon. He didn’t care though, as he had been thinking at this time that, although it was a bit naughty, it was this naughtiness which made it so arousing. He knew he should report such open perversion, but like millions of men around the globe, he kept their secret, assuming that 9-feet tall women of gorgeous proportions knocking boots was nothing but a blessing. Of course, Mitch hadn’t anticipated on a couple of things.

First of all, women, as always, were absolutely hyper-sexual beings who could pull upon an endless well of sexual energy which made this ‘one time’ mistake a pretty common sight around the house. He had walked in on them five different times with their skirts off in four different rooms just three days ago, and it was getting even more frequent. Worst off, they did such a poor job of cleaning up, Mitch swearing that he had slipped onto his ass three times this month because he had slipped on a puddle of girl-cum in the bathroom or laundry room. Needless to say, the house pretty much reeked of these ladies’ lavender and rose smelling pussies, but even though all vaginas and lesbian sex smelt pleasant, he was still getting sick of the smell.

The absolute most annoying issue was the most grating though. As, because this act was still technically looked down upon in society, they would never admit to what they were doing when he or his brother would walk in. Instead, it would just be a lamer and lamer excuse each time. He was actually surprised at the ‘teeth-cleaning’ line that his mother just popped out, because her usual excuses on why she had her face in her daughter’s ass instead of cooking dinner, or why Rae was sucking on a breast rather than going to school were the absolute worst. It wasn’t even like Rae cared who knew anymore, as she would take advantage of her mother’s weak will to satisfy her endless lust, hardly ever wearing pants or even underwear anymore as she would just waste the day fucking, solo or whoever was unfortunate enough to get sucked into her lustful whirlpool.

“U-Um so Mitch?” Moira’s left hand refused to lift from her jeans’ crotch as Rae was now lubing up her middle finger and playing with her back button as she didn’t care if her brother was looking, “H-How was school today?”

”Oh great ma!” He bit out sarcastically as he reached up for a bowl which made her mother moan as he got from these women-proportioned counters a wet bowl from the drying rack which dripped on her exposed breast targets “I really love the high school I go to on Saturday three years after I graduated!” He grumbled as he fished for the cartoon fox on the white box and pulled it to the table.

“Don’t be an ass, Mitch…” Rae hummed as her middle finger ran up and down her perfect cheeks, a mere brush of her nail causing a wild ripple with seeming no end, “She’s… distracted…” Her tongue ran up her lips, “By a naughty, naughty whore…”

“A-And I’ll make you lunch, love!” Moira twisted her head away from her daughter’s shaking booty, but failed to tilt her body, making it still look like she was split, “B-But first? I-I think I need to do…uh… Something... 'Something' with Rae in the next room!” She gripped her daughter’s hand but only got two steps out from the counter before his brother Nick came in.

“Uh sorry guys…” He said with his usual shit-eating grin and pointing at his pyjama bottom bulge, “I-I have another ‘problem’.” The shorter-than-average teen wiggled his quite average erection, but both women were acting like complete smut-addicted addicts, as if that bulge was pure diamonds as they stopped in their tracks and gulped.

“Oh dear…” Their mother licked her plump ruby lips and motioned to the seat across from Mitch at the table, “Please honey, sit down at once while we help you with it!” Naturally, his mother would never have lustful thoughts for her children, so these ‘erectile-problems’ were always treated like medical emergencies.

Nick just continued his smile all the way to the seat, putting his hands around his back as he remained quite unconcerned about his apparent ‘problem’, “Ahhh…” He sighed, “thanks guys…”

”You know he’s just doing that to get a free blow-job right?” Mitch said looking the other way as Rae dropped down to her knees with her big bubble rear still shaking, surface almost as wide as the table he was sitting at. In fact, every time it swayed too far left, it would hit the table, making it rumble and push a few inches to the left, spilling Mitch’s ‘Foxieos’ all over the floor and table clothe.

“Mitchell Jenkins!” Moira did her darnedest to sound cross with her oldest son while she hungrily spotted the hard six-inches coming from her youngest’s pyjamas, gulping “Y-Your brother has some serious problems with his morning wood and- *Oh!*” She shuddered to interrupt herself.

”It’s two o’clock in the afternoon and you know he’s already had three ‘problems’ already this morning! I mean… c’mon!” Such scenarios were unfortunately commonplace in the Jenkins household, as while Mitch always thought of himself as level-headed and perverted, he never knew how bad his brother had it. Nick’s spirit positively flourished with his mother and sister’s growing perversions as it seemed everyday they got closer to his crude level.

“Th-That’s how serious it is, Mitch!” She shuddered as she fell to her knees behind her daughter, the room shaking slightly from the weight, getting at eye-level for her average-height sons before resting her chin on her daughter’s wide behind, pervertedly smelling in her soaking pussy like some horny bitch.

“And if you know what time it is…” Nick left eye was wincing as everyone in that room knew how vacuum-like Rae’s lips were, scooping up his genitals up to his very productive balls as a wet-growl rattled the dark cupboard doors, “Why are you eating cereal in the afternoon? Huh, bro?” The blow-job grin he was giving obviously thought he had ‘got’ his older brother.

“That’s a good question, Nick!” Mitch’s hands flailed like he was the last sane man on Earth, “Maybe its because I’m the only one who does grocery shopping around here, because my mom is too busy fisting my sister and any of their other friends while my sister is blowing my brother!” His hand went down his face, groaning slowly before he had an obvious revelation, “I need some milk…” His head was feeling fuzzy again.

Moira tried her best to look sickened and shocked, “I-I would never do that to your sister. I would never have-” She gulped as her fingers trailed down her neck, “H-have hot, sweaty, lovely, mind-melting, face-riding c-cum-fests w-with your sister!” She was panting already, hand cupping beneath her breast which bounced unrestrained as she rode her hand, masturbating in the kitchen and probably unaware of it.

“That’s right Mitch..” Rae gasped out with her youngest siblings dick on her cheek, “Plus it would be me fisting her if anything…”

Mitch opened the green fridge door and gave his head a little rotation as he spied every empty spot and tried to ignore the increase sound of moaning behind him. Predictably, his fridge was mostly empty, a couple of vegetables in the drawer and plenty of condiments, but nothing of use to him. This was actually a large problem in the world once two members of a household were women of sexual maturity, but that being said, he had forgotten why he was here in the first place as his hazy mind grew stronger. He wanted to say milk, but only rich people and single male bachelors bought milk. He’d never buy a drop when he could get it from the too willing source for free.

“Honey?” He had turned around to find his mother standing over his bowl of cereal and acted as a nozzle as she pinched the top of her left breast tightly to cause quite the leak to fall from her chest and into his bowl, splattering the bits of cereal everywhere, “I-I’ve gotten your milk…” What she failed to mention was the fact her other hand was down her jeans, not really giving much of a damn if her son actually got her breakfast as she continued to flood his bowl. She absolutely loved milking herself at every opportunity after all, and a dry cereal bowl was just another excuse to tug at her nipples and cum while spraying a room with an endless stream of banana-tinged milk.

He gave a fake smile, “Thanks…” Normally he’d just get them to empty their unending milk udders into a pitcher when he could find either his mom or sister between bang sessions, but this is what he got for not thinking ahead. At the very least though, he was sure that women’s constant lactation starting at 16 was the main reason that these two, or any women, didn’t starve to death from overwhelming and distracting lust.

At the very least, they came in different flavours.

“Mom! I want banana!” Nick demanded like a petulant ch1ld coming off her sister’s strawberry tasting leak, and he didn’t mean the fruit. His lips were dripping of the nutrient and fat-rich contents, but he was always wanting more, and because of the sensations of feeding felt so amazing, women were always willing to offer.

“Coming my sweetie!” Moira wiggled her wide hips over to submit her hanging tits to her greedy son, each teat swinging heavy with its contents and much larger than the teen’s skull.

“Ugh…” Mitch was always disgusted how Nick treated their eager breasts like a thrill park and actually enjoyed how horny his female family members got. His brother had seemingly gained fifteen pounds since his sister started to get her strawberry milk churning in her chest and had her sensitive teats constantly surrounding his fattening dick with them thrusting away. It was a vicious cycle really, as feeding would get him horny, and fucking either his mother’s or sister’s fat udders would build up an appetite. It seemed only weird and perverted at first, until Nick started to miss school like his sister because of his mother’s inability to say ‘No’ when he got an erection. The real tragedy is that his family were part of a growing number of adults who were sex-addicts in this world, with the mature and responsible citizens like Mitch becoming a smaller and smaller minority.

Mitch gripped his head, really feeling like he needed to eat something as his mind rumbled again, not surprised when he looked up again at his frustrating typical family.

Continue the story with chapter of 1000 where Mitch rolls his eyes at his youngest sibling, Nikki, sucking down more milk before drinking her own, annoyed that men were so rare in this world and it was up to him to take care of these women.