Jeremy blurted out with a smile, "I wish I was the biggest jock in
school!" He saw the smile on your face and realized what he had said.
He opened his mouth, "I meant-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"Granted! You are now Boomer's jock!"
Jeremy's scream was silenced as he fell into Boomer's open gym bag.
He was now an XXL jockstrap just waiting to fulfill his purpose in
life of hugging and protecting Boomer's hairy cock and balls. He
wanted to sob, but cotton mesh doesn't have tear ducts. He had
planned this all so carefully, how could he have screwed up this way.
Alone in Jeremy's bedroom, you float in midair. You cross your arms
and say, "Maybe being a genie isn't so bad, once I got rid of Master
Jeremy. Now how do I get my legs ba-a-a-a-ck!"
You're sucked back into the bottle and the stopper flies in after you
sealing you inside the blue bottle. The only way you can get out is
if a new master pulls out your stopper.