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Jimmy Neutron – Empathy Transmitters
by Theo25

[DNA Productions owns the rights to “Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius”. I have just borrowed the show as a non-profit parody. ]
[``: If you wish to get straight to the sex scene, just use “Edit” to “Find” ``. Jimmy still uses scientific terminology when referring to things sexual, though.]

Hugh Beaumont Neutron had gone nostalgic again. “...Oh, yes! I was on a college team. I was varsity! Not football. Not basketball. But there is more to collegiate competition than just those! *I* was on my Alma Mata’s bowling team! And believe you me bowling is all about pin-spotting!
“Ahh, the stories I could tell. Like when I tripped and broke up a natural split...”
“No, Dad!” Jimmy waved him off. “I’ve heard it before! 108 times, to be exact!”
“You have?” He smiled. “I’m glad I could help, then, my boy. Come to me whenever you need inspiration! Bye-bye!” He left the kitchen still on his memories. “They gave me my own locker. Of course it was the utility closet, but it was roomy...”
Judy waved her mixing spoon. “Jimmy Isaac Neutron, don’t give your father that look!”
“What look?” the genius asked as if he didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Your father is a good man. You could do a lot worse than him. Your father never lets anything get him down!”
“By being in deep denial?”
“Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. You never know a man until you’ve walked a mile in his moccasins. Promise me you’ll try to understand your father?”
She gave him her own look. Jimmy sighed, “Okay, Mom.”
* * * * * * * * *
Jimmy’s two best, and only, friends, Sheen and Carl found him working in his lab. “What are great invention are you working on now that’s going to backfire in some catastrophic event that will require the heroic efforts of UltraLord, and his---”
“Sheen! UltraLord isn’t real! He’s just a comic book---“
“Multimedia! Multi-media! UtraLord is everywhere! UtraLord is more real than you or me!!”
Carl said, “If there’s going to be another disaster, I’d like to know in advance so I can be under my bed when it happens.”
“There will be no disaster. Or catastrophe.” Jimmy held up what he was working on. “Gentlemen, I give you empathy transmitters.”
“Cool!” Sheen admired the little doohickeys. “Okay. I’m bored.”
“Wh, what does it do, Jimmy?” Carl asked. “Are they going to hurt me?”
“No, Carl. You’re not going to be the monkey boy this time. I’m so confident in my design that I’m taking it now.” And he swallowed one of the little doohickeys. “And once I plant the other in my dad dinner, I’ll feel whatever he feels.”
“Feel what a grown-up feels!? I take it back, Jimmy, that is not cool!” Sheen said.
“Why do you want to do something like that, Jimmy?” Carl asked.
“It was my mom’s idea,” Jimmy admitted. The light went back into his eyes. “But I’m intrigued by the possibilities. After the proper experimentation, I may get people to empathize with me.”
Sheen grinned. “Yeah! Then people won’t think of you as just a smarty pants, know-it-all nerd!”
“I was thinking along the lines of instilling in them the same love of science I have.”
“It’s back to being uncool. Jimmy.”
* * * * * * * * *
After dinner, and after dark, Jimmy slipped out to his lab. “Something is wrong. I feel things, but they are too faint to provide much in the way of useful data. I need to attach some electrodes to myself and recalibrate my empathy transmitter.”
The electrodes where clipped onto his ears. Their wires went into his homemade mainframe computer. He then used the keyboard and adjusted a few dials.
After throwing the last switch, Jimmy realized something. “Galileo’s ghost! I’ll be tweaking blind! I won’t know if I’ve undershot or overshot the subject’s true feelings! I could feel joy as an itch, heartburn as heartache!”
Jimmy stepped up to a different set of controls. This one was in front of the portal he’d been inspired to build after seeing Stargate SG-1. “Thanks to some tinkering I’ve done recently, I do not have to actually go anywhere. I’ll be able to see whatever I want, whenever I want.”
Jimmy began feeling something he wasn’t sure he felt before. “Is dad sick? I don’t recognize the symptoms. Why is it centered in my groin?”
* * * * * * * * *
“Aw, c’mon, Sugar Booger! Our little boy’s in bed, and the night is young!”
Mom chuckled, “Oh, Hugh! Don’t you ever have anything else on your mind?”
“Yes. Yes, I do. I think about pie a lot.” He got a leer. “And right now, I’m thinking of American Pie, the Movie.”
“I have peach pie, and pecan pie, but no apple...Oh! You don’t mean a real pie.”
“You are a real honeypie. And you look good enough to eat.” He backed her up against the kitchen table.
Judy playfully slap’s her husband’s chest, feeling almost like a desirable woman once more. And she was. There was little sign she had had a child. Her figure was almost the same as when she was a teenager. And it was long and svelte like a model’s.
Hugh slid onto the nook’s banquette. “Oh, waitress! I’ll have your finest!”
“And what would that be, sir?” Judy played the part.
Hugh leered. “You look mighty fine!”
* * * * * * * * *
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Jimmy had difficulty concentrating. It wasn’t just that the empathy transmitters had his speeded up heart rate, marked increased body heat, general sweatiness and the penis that pressed uncomfortably against the stiff material front of his pants. His senses of pressure, heat, coolness, smell and taste had become linked to his dad’s own heightened. But just exactly they were experiencing was beyond his experience.
“What is silky warm, soft material Dad has sunken his hands in? He may be enjoying fondling them, but it’s making it difficult for me to work the controls!”
His senses of seeing and hearing, too, were affected. While attuned more acutely, they could barely focus on the boring images that pasted in his portal: an Indian, who was replaced by a woodsman, who was replaced by an alien, who was replaced by a farm, who was replaced by a developer...
“Come on, c’mon! I need to see what these feelings are! —And this taste! They’re driving this boy genius crazy!” Whatever they were, they were making his dad deliriously happy.
Jimmy finally found his parents in the kitchen. The time was right then. Or, at least that was what the digital calendar said.
His already heated face turned redder.
His mom was lying with her feet up on top of the kitchen table naked—Naked! Jimmy had never seen his mom completely naked before! Sure, his scientifically enhanced memories could recall when as an infant he nursed on those ruddy nipples. But her mammary glands were now pleasurable cushions of silky flesh because of his empathic connection with his dad! Dad’s large hands were lovingly squeezing and letting Mom’s modest-sized breasts slide from his fingers, while thumbing her hear eraser-like nipples.
The attentive manipulation of her upper body projections was enough stimulate his dad’s lower body projection. And, now, Jimmy’s as well! But the resistance of his pants was causing his stiff penis to bend! He was forced to unzipped his pants and pull down the front of his briefs to give some relief to his hardness.
(“So that is why Dad isn’t wearing any pants.” said Jimmy, understanding why his legs and butt had felt chilly.)
Dad was also currently collecting with his tongue the white lather smeared on face. It came mostly from that on Mom’s groin area. (“So that’s why I’m tasting whipped cream,” Jimmy said. He scraped his tongue against his teeth in a grimace. “And Mom’s the other taste.” He blinked. “But that’s were she eliminates her watery waste! How can Dad like eating that!?” But there was no denying that his dad did, and that meant Jimmy had to, as well.)
(Jimmy also realized that it was his mom’s own hot, velvety thighs he had been feeling along his face and hands. But that was not the only reason he had thought, till now, his dad had had a fever. But that did not explain why the rest of his dad’s was humid with sweat. Or why his dad’s heart pounded against the inside his tight chest with a thumping beat that wanted to drown out everything else in his ears.
(He needed more data to understand these symptoms.
(“No!” Jimmy choked out, his throat tight, his voice husky for his age. “I shouldn’t be watching this! Or experiencing this! It’s wrong at so many levels! I’m shutting down this---”)
“Oh, Hu-ugh! Mommy is so please with her healthy eater! You’ve had your honey cream pie, now it’s time for banana cream pie!”
(Jimmy’s penis responded as his dad’s. He felt some of the roiling pressure that had been concentrated at the base of the penis escape and rise up his quivering shaft. Jimmy screamed at the tripling of the temptation he was feeling.)
“I have more than enough cream to fill that crust of yours!” said Dad; his finger playfully tapped the nose of his giggling wife with a dab of the white stuff that had risen out of him that he had gathered from his glans.
(Jimmy understood that was but a small sample of what was to come. He could feel the insistent pressure building up within the testicles, now shoved up almost within the body. “I, I’ve got...to…start using...my rationality...stop…this, before anything, more--”)
After quickly clearing away the whipped cream from around Mom’s vulva, Dad placed his glans against labia that his mom had spread further with his fingers. Positioning the spongy tip, he thrust in!
(As his dad was doing the action, Jimmy didn’t have to use his hips. But the sensation was such that he just had to do his own thrusting, as if his small penis could go even further into the sheath made tight by his dad’s much larger cock that he sensed. It felt as if his mom’s hot, spongy vagina bore down keep his male appendage within her hold! “Thi, this is what sex is like…” he groaned, holding onto the control column for support. “I did not believe before that it could be as compelling as reported.”
(This being his first time, and being even less coordinated than most his age, Jimmy’s rhythm was poor. But his body was taking the practiced cues of his dad. His dad was one of the most pathetic examples of an athlete Jimmy had ever met. But when it came to this event, he was a master in his own mind, and, now, Jimmy’s.)
His hands on Mom’s firm, sweat-damp hips, Dad would pull back until his sex was nearly outside of his mother’s enveloping heat, then he would burrow himself back to be within her humid walls.
What resistance there was had been utterly pleasurable. But once Dad had reestablished his measure of his mate’s vagina again, he picked up his speed and force, until he slapped up against Jimmy’s mom’s groin again and again. He penetrated all the way through her cervix, the entrance to the womb.
All the while, Mom’s vaginal muscles fluttered, rolled and gripped at Dad’s penis, while her legs sought to push him back to her velvetiness every time he pulled away, trying to detain him longer within her womanly embrace, trying increase both of their enjoyments along their hot inverse lengths. The syrupy slurry of their fluids eased the friction of their sexes contact while creating momentary seals that added to the resistance to their primal rhythm.
“I’m coming, Sugar Booger!” Dad said, his breath short with raging desire. “I’m holding back, but I’m coming!” His fingers were sunk as deep into his wife’s own tensed flesh allowed.
(Jimmy could felt the achy strain of trying to dam up a need that wanted to burst through in a torrent of discharge.)
Jimmy’s mom rubbed her clitoris furiously. “D--Oh!--on’t hold back! Fill me up, Hugh, with your love!”
(Jimmy could feel the tension in his mom’s body as well as his dad’s. All three of them were about to have explosive releases at once!
(The reality had been beyond Jimmy’s imagination. The overwhelming feeling of ecstatic fulfillment of primal directive as he felt Dad’s virility erupt from the depths of his manhood, shooting out of his male organ and spraying the insides of Mom with his human seed! It forced Jimmy’s own out to spatter on his pants.)

His dad yodeled. Then his mom moaned. And Jimmy groaned that came up all the way from the root of his own sex.
And still it did not end. Even as Dad ground his hips up against Mom’s seeking to prolong their togetherness as long as his spent penis allowed, Mom’s orgasm continued on a while longer, pressing her searing, coated walls against all sides of his penis.
Jimmy was just recovering, down on his hands and knees, when he felt a second, milder surge. This one was not so much physical as mental. It came from the thought that he had just indirectly committed incest.
“No!! I can’t receive vicarious elation at the thought of something that contravenes all the mores of 98.7% of the societies of Earth! I have to shut down this experiment! Why didn’t I listen to my friends! This has turned into a disaster!!”
The last thing Jimmy saw and heard were his parents caressing each other tenderly.
“I love you, Sugar Booger. Even more than pie.”
“I know you do, Hugh.”

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