Breakfast was the best breakfast he had ever eaten. His babe-ified mom sad next to him feeding him Belgian Waffles with one hand and rubbing his crotch with the other. All the while, his father sat across the table eating and reading the paper. By the end of the meal Jon had had two more orgasms, but as soon as the cum came blasting out, some sort of universal reset seemed to hit and he was squeaky clean, ready to go again.
He had to leave eventually, although he noticed that no matter how long he was taking to eat, the clock never showed that he'd be late for school. With the last bite of waffle down his throat, he finally excused himself from the table, ran back upstairs and changed for the day.
Smiling, he threw on a t-shirt and jeans, which fit much better than they ever had before. His reflection in the mirror over his dresser showed that his acne problem had cleared up, and his hair seemed to be naturally styled. Wanting to test the limits of his new awesome life, he grabbed his shirt and made a rip in the collar. Looking back up into the mirror he noted that the shirt had no rip in it at all, still looking brand new.
Jon was amazed. He grabbed his book-bag, already packed and ready (full of homework that was not only done, but with all the right answers too) and bounded for the front door. On his way out his dad shouted, "Have a great day, sport!" echoed by his mother, who now was cleaning the house in a french maid's outfit, "That's right sweetie! Enjoy yourself!"
Jon was still shaking his head as he closed the door and saw who was waiting for him outside.
