Jujutsu Kaisen: Reborn as Potential Man. [Completed]

DADDY'S HOME WITH THE MILK! 

Well, not fully home but you'll get what I mean soon. I'll be releasing 2 Omakes after this one, one of which is not written by me and one is written by me.

But I did promise to release this so what can a man do?

Just to be absolutely clear, I DID NOT WRITE THIS MYSELF

THIS IS NOT CANON, EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU FREAKS WILL IGNORE ME

One of you Freaks called 'Bakenekon' made it

This is pure fucking Ass, Brain Rot and Fan Service, I feel bad for Jax tbh since the freak that made this also read his fic…

So anyways, enjoy the Femboy Smut you fuckin feaks…

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A Few Days After The Divine General's Subjugation, 5 PM.

Tokyo Jujutsu Tech Forest.

"Hgck!" Megumi groaned, his body momentarily shuddering under the strain of his self-proclaimed experiments. He swiped his thumb across his lips, smearing the leaking blood across his cheek, the metallic taste of his blood still lingering on his tongue.

His vision blurred, the world seemingly spinning as the pain continued to shoot through his nerves. Just as he felt as if his knees were to buckle, the floating dharma wheel above his head creaked and turned with a distinctive "Clink!"

Almost instantaneously, the pain died out. 'Wrong, it still hurts,' he reminded himself. It was a dull throb now, the pain still existed, but the burden had lessened – He had adapted.

'Looks like Poison Adaptation isn't too Hard to Proc… Still Hurts like hell though…'

Spitting blood onto the forest floor, he reached his arms behind his head and clicked his knuckles. The satisfying cracks sent a chill down his spine, and he let out a quiet sigh.

Just as he started to relax, his mutated senses flared. Two sets of footsteps, approaching fast. Snapping his head in the incoming direction, Megumi's crimson, blood-like red eyes narrowed before relaxing, recognizing the two cursed energy signatures closing in on him.

The sounds of twigs snapping and leaves rustling rang out. Just as the noise died down, Megumi spotted Itadori Yuji, dressed in his usual red-hooded Jujutsu Tech uniform, coupled with an oddly smug expression as he caught sight of him. Following closely behind Yuji, with matching pink hair was Izumi, the shrine "maiden," clad in his usual Miko uniform – he was a Femboy.

Patting down his hakama and yukata, he took off the haori draped over his shoulders, setting it down on a broken tree trunk before sitting on it. Megumi raised his palm and opened his mouth to greet them. "Yo-" But Yuji cut him off before he could finish.

"Owa! Megumi, found you! And here you were, making fun of me saying I had a girlfriend when you have one yourself!" Yuji said, still sporting his smug expression as he hurriedly took out his phone and snapped a few photos of him. Craning his neck to look behind him, he called out to Izumi, "Wait... Izumi-chan! Stand next to the Grump!"

Lost in thought, Izumi stared at Megumi's face, a red tinge creeping across his cheeks. Absent-mindedly, he nodded to Yuji's request. "Sure..."

He took a step towards him before snapping out of reverie, waving his arms about and pointing at the huge wheel floating above Megumi's head. "W-Wait! Aren't you gonna say what that is?!"

Eyeing them both, Yuji ignored the slight twitch at the corner of Megumi's lips. He tilted his head slightly before commenting. "Hm? Oh, that. It's, uh..." He thought for a moment before finishing, "A wheel!"

Before Izumi could interject, Megumi's lips stretched into a slight smirk. He pointed up at the wheel and licked his lips before saying, "Well, that... is a side effect of my Tenth Shikigami's Incarnation – The Divine General Mahoraga's Wheel."

'Well, a Prototype of the Incarnation anyways…' He thought a moment later.

Stepping closer, Izumi gazed at the wheel in awe, his mouth slightly agape as his interest peaked. Softly clearing his throat, he began to ask, "The tenth? What does it – eek!" His question was abruptly cut off by a quick flash as Yuji snapped a photo of them both.

"Hehe, Nobara is gonna love this!" Yuji teased, covering his mouth with his hand. As he was about to send the photo to Kugisaki, he stopped when he noticed he had no signal. 

Letting out a hum, he pocketed his phone and turned to the slightly peeved, slightly flustered Megumi and the tense, blushing Izumi with a smirk.

"What did you say again? Oh right, Megumi's a bit thick in the head, but a little honestly will go a long way with him" Yuji started tapping his temple for emphasis before waving a hand at them and running off, the wind whistling in response to his departure.

"..."

Megumi stared at the quickly departing figure of Yuji, his brows furrowed into a scowl. He hopped off the trunk, shaking off the haori he had used as a mat, and draped it back over his shoulders.

He brought his gaze down to the still-blushing Izumi, his crimson gaze meeting Izumi's pink eyes. The colour of Izumi's cheeks almost matched the same hue as his hair. 

Izumi was clearly struggling to find his words, but a small, nervous, feminine chuckle managed to escape his lips. "Hehe~ I-I forgot to deny his claim..."

Izumi's embarrassment quickly faded when he finally noticed the blood smudged across Megumi's cheek. He had been so distracted by the wheel that he had completely overlooked it.

"Eh?! Fushiguro-kun!" Izumi exclaimed, hurriedly raising his hands to palm Megumi's face, his supple fingers attempting to brush the blood away. The sight was almost comical, considering the height difference – Megumi stood tall at 6'4 Feet Tall, while Izumi barely reached 5'5 Feet Tall.

Still looking down at him, Megumi sighed. "It's fine, it's only my blood." 

Izumi couldn't help but want to retort, 'Doesn't that make it worse?!'

Noticing that Megumi didn't seem seriously harmed, Izumi lowered his hands to his sides and chided him, "What are you doing all the way out here anyway?" He brought one his hands to his chin and nodded sagely. "Fufu~ Could it be you're hiding from me?"

Seeing as how Izumi had gone back to his usual teasing demeanour, Megumi shook his head slightly and corrected him. "I'm training my Incarnation." He pointed back up to the wheel and continued.

"To answer your question which Yuji had rudely interrupted earlier..." From his shadow he formed a small tendril and cut off the tip of his pinkie finger. 

"W-What are you-?!" Izumi let out a sharp yelp as he saw Megumi's pinkie finger fall to the ground, followed by a spurt of blood. However – 

Clink!

The Dharma Wheel above Megumi's head creaked and turned once more, and as if by a miracle, his finger gradually grew back – first bone, then muscle, skin, and finally his fingernail.

"Hmm? Even my fingernail? So the Natural Healing Factor from this Incarnation Targets the Soul too?. Good." Megumi nods to himself, ignoring the obvious shocked expression on Izumi's face. "I'll need to do more experiments –"

"– Don't just do that without warning me! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" Izumi yelled out, taking Megumi by surprise. It wasn't the first time Izumi had seen him injured – Hell, if anything this was the least injured state he may have seen him in.

Letting out a sigh, Izumi finished, "Anyway, if you need my help with these adaptations – or whatever they're called – just let me know. I'll do anything."

"Anything...?" Megumi slowly questioned, raising a brow.

"Anything!" Izumi confirmed and let out an earnest nod.

...

"Fushiguro-kun, why are we going to your dorm room?" Izumi asked as they wandered through the corridors, eventually stopping outside Megumi's door. After offering to help Megumi test the limits of his Incarnation of Mahoraga, he hadn't expected they'd end up at his dorm room.

"You'll see," Megumi casually replied, unlocking his door and pushing it open. Stepping aside, he gestured for Izumi to enter first.

"Fufu~ Fushiguro-kun, what a gentleman~" Izumi teased, his eyes meeting Megumi's as he stepped into the room. Despite teasing him, his own face dyed a pink shade. He watched as Megumi entered after him, moving to lock the door behind them.

Unable to resist the urge, Izumi took a step closer. Standing on his tiptoes, he leaned in, his breath warm against Megumi's ear as he whispered cooingly, "What are you doing bringing me into your room, Meg~umi-kun~?" 

Megumi froze, his hand hovering over the lock. Internally, he chanted to himself, 'I'm not Gay; I'm just curious on how the Incarnation will work... Mei is temporarily out of the country anyways. And besides, Izumi looks just like Astolfo, and so to quote a phrase from my previous life...'

Megumi finally lowered his hand from the lock, and Izumi quickly dropped back onto his heels, stepping away to act natural. Turning around to face him, Megumi gave Izumi another look, confirming to himself once again, " – Looks Female Enough."

"Huh!? Megu–Ahem! Fushiguro-kun?" Izumi questioned, noticing Megumi's gaze locked onto his own once again, his cheeks tinged with pink. "D-Did you say something...?" he murmured softly.

Stoically keeping his gaze on Izumi's, Megumi looked into his eyes before speaking with Unbelievable Confidence. 

"I'm Straight, So Anything That Makes Me Hard Is A Woman."

"...Eh?" Izumi stammered, taking a step back as his teasing smile faltered, his face flushing in its entirety. "H-Hard? Fushiguro-kun... W-What do you mean?" His gaze lowered slightly, meeting Megumi's crotch, where he had a noticeably visible bulge.

Ignoring Izumi's gaze, Megumi slightly spread his legs apart, positioning his right foot in front of the left. He extended both arms, his left hand below the right, carrying them at an angle as he clenched his fists. A shadowy whisper slowly leaves his lips, "Incarnation: Divine General Mahoraga"

The shadows, as if following a divine order from their master, slowly crept up Megumi's body, rising from his feet and past his head. Gradually, they formed the shape of a wheel; as the wisps of shadow melded together, they revealed a golden dharma wheel – It was Mahoraga's wheel!

Sweat ran down Izumi's girlish face as his gaze rapidly shifted between Megumi's crotch, his face, and the wheel. He was uncertain where to focus, the heat of his flush reaching its peak as he felt the soft fabric of his hakama brushing against his own hardening crotch.

Knowing his own bulge was visible through his hakama, Izumi raised his hands to his face, trying to hide from Megumi. "I... Waaaa~" He slightly parted his fingers to peek at Megumi's confident, stoic face and squeaked out his name, "Megumi...~"

"Strip" Megumi commanded, widening his arms slightly as if embracing something, shadows once again crawled up Megumi's body, this time stripping away all his clothing. Forcing his 8 Inch erection to stand up like a True Divine General, ready to start its march.

Izumi, still holding his hands up to his face, peeked at the naked Megumi through his fingers and let out a gasp followed by a hot sigh. Following Megumi's lead, he began to slowly strip as well.

Starting with the belt around his red hakama pants, he pulled the thread of the bow, slowly, it unravelled, followed by the falling of his hakama. Gently, with a flushed face, he brought his hands up to his white hifu kimono and spread it past his shoulders, letting it softly fall to the floor. All that remained were his pink lace panties, which were threatening to tear. However, those too came off shortly after, making Izumi's 6 Inch Soldier straighten its back.

'He... He is almost as big as me, not good,' Megumi thought inwardly. Still, it wasn't all bad. In the state of his Incarnation of Mahoraga, Megumi could adapt to any and all phenomena.

He dismissed his useless thoughts, shaking his head dismissively as he internally reminded himself, 'Nah, I'd Adapt.'

"Izumi, turn around and bend over the bed" Megumi commanded, his tone showcasing his utmost confidence, his stoic expression not changing. Izumi's eyes widened at Megumi's blatant boldness, but without hesitation he followed his orders. Stepping over his Miko uniform, he made his way to the bed.

Megumi's gaze remained stoic as he watched Izumi bend over the bed. With practised ease, using all his experiences with Mei Mei as reference, he marched forward, positioning himself behind the now-exposed Izumi.

And as if he were paying homage to his father, he aimed his spear as if it were The Inverted Spear of Heaven, and as a tribute – he ruthlessly thrusted it forward!

"Hgck!" Izumi and Megumi groaned in unison as the tip of his spear lodged inside Izumi's entrance, its grip was causing Megumi a little trouble, his Fembussy was grippy, but would he lose? As if answering his question, the grandiose golden dharma wheel above Megumi's head creaked and turned.

Clink!

'Nah, He'd Win.' the wheel announced. And as the wheel finished turning, Megumi's adaptation yielded him three enhancements:

An Increase in the production of his natural lubrication, allowing him easier access. An Increase in girth, allowing him to claim more territory. And a slight immunity to the mental corruption of the Fembussy, helping him maintain his composure.

The results yielded by the first adaptation were a pleasant surprise to Megumi. Of course, he wasn't shocked that he couldn't gain complete immunity to the Fembussy, he wouldn't be able to by thrusting, let alone just by entering his tip, it was to be expected – the Fembussy was something even the crowned King of Curses, Sukuna, wouldn't dare to confront. After all, he kept a fake Femboy around him as a ruse.

Pulling his own waist back, Megumi gripped Izumi's thin waist, causing Izumi to arch his back and let out a squeak. "Hnnng?! ♡" 

He sharply thrusted his spear forward once again, this time managing to push 6 out of his 8 inches deep into Izumi's Fembussy. The pleasure Izumi experienced was so great that it caused him to throw his head back as he instinctively tightened his Fembussy. 

"Hyaaaan~!♡" As Izumi let out a sweet moan, Megumi's knees nearly buckled; the grip was overwhelming. His previous adaptation had increased his girth in an attempt to expand the size of Izumi's Fembussy, causing easier access in the future. But as Izumi's Fembussy contracted...

"Ugh!" Releasing his grip on Izumi's waist, Megumi thrusted one his hands forward towards Izumi's braided ponytail. Gripping it tightly, he wrapped the braid around his hand, reigned it in and straightened his legs.

"Ahnnn~! ♡" In response to the hair pulling, Izumi moaned again, his Fembussy gripping Megumi even tighter, causing his eyes to roll back.

Almost instantaneously, something just snapped. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about being better than Sukuna. He didn't care about being Number 1. He didn't care if he lived. He didn't care about anything!

At that moment, Megumi Fushiguro couldn't hold back any longer – he instantly blew his load. But this wasn't just any load; it was something even those at the peak of sorcery and backshottery wouldn't dare to attempt. Megumi did it on purely instinct. What he unleashed upon Izumi was none other than – a White Splash! A feat so legendary that only one figure in history had ever replicated it: Itadori Jin.

And then... It happened. On the brink of losing consciousness, his ears buzzing – he heard the quiet sound of a wheel creaking as it turned.

Clink!

"Guhha...!" Megumi let out a sharp gasp as his senses returned, clenching his jaw, he reinforced his body with Cursed Energy. He hadn't intended to rely on anything other than Mahoraga's adaptation, but Izumi's Fembussy was too grippy, nearly overwhelming him in an instant. 

Megumi's most recent adaptation had boosted his immunity to the Fembussy tenfold. He also realised that his immunity to the corruption wasn't the only thing that had improved. This time, not only had his girth increased, but his spear had also grown by five inches, bringing the total length to a whopping thirteen inches.

"Ooooouuuh~!♡" Megumi brought his gaze back down to Izumi's pleasured figure, his hand still tightly gripping his braid.

He pulled his hips back before sharply thrusting forward again, his spear meeting Izumi's guts.

"Ouuugh~!♡" Izumi cried out as Megumi pulled back.

Clink!

"Hmnnnn~?!♡" he exclaimed, feeling the force of Megumi's thrust again

With a resounding plap, Megumi continued to thrust repeatedly into Izumi's grippy Fembussy, groaning as the tightness enveloped him. The grip of the Fembussy was intense, making him wonder how much tighter the fabled Kenjussy could potentially be. If that were the case, 'what kind of monster was Itadori Jin? How could a Non-Sorcerer reach such a level?'

Megumi quickly dismissed his thoughts; he couldn't afford to waste his mental energy when he needed to stockpile his willpower as Izumi's hold on his girth continued to tighten. While Megumi's thrusts didn't relent, neither did Izumi's grip. After the nth thrust, Izumi began to match Megumi's rhythm, shaking his Fembussy as each thrust resulted in a sharp plap!

"S-Shit!" Megumi groaned, calling out to Izumi, but he failed to get a response. Izumi only continued to shake his own behind and moan.

Izumi had entered a trance-like state! 

What Megumi had failed to notice was that White Splashes didn't increase the wielder's potential. Instead, they increased the receiver's potential by 120%! Izumi, after receiving Megumi's White Splash and having his potential boosted, had unconsciously activated his Cursed Technique: Rhythm Enchantment! And the target for his Technique? It was none other than himself, he had entered 'The Zone' – resulting in his trance-like state.

Despite appearing like he was in a trance, Izumi had never felt better – literally. The pleasure he was experiencing, coupled with him unleashing his potential and the newfound understanding of Cursed Technique, allowing him to enter 'The Zone,' enveloped him in a sensation of transcendence.

To maintain his state of 'The Zone,' Izumi knew he had to continue his 'Dance.' In his current state of heightened awareness, it had never been easier. Using his newfound bodily control, he expertly matched the rhythm of Megumi's thrusts as he tightened his Fembussy around Megumi's ever-growing spear.

"Grrrh!" Megumi tightened his grip around Izumi's waist and braided ponytail. Despite being initially caught off-guard by the grippiness of his Fembussy, and having to momentarily strengthen his body with Cursed Energy – he continued to adapt. Yet despite this, he could feel his spear twitching, ready to burst once again.

White Splash!

"Hahnnn~!♡" Feeling the White Splash once again enter his Domain, Izumi gained an even deeper understanding of his Cursed Energy and Cursed Technique – how to optimally release Cursed Energy, how to force multiple targets into 'The Zone.'

Instantly, Megumi sensed something was off. 'White Splashes boost the receiver!' he concluded, understanding the effect his White Splashes had on Izumi. The reason he hadn't felt a boost, but instead a subtle loss of Cursed Energy – 'It was boosting Izumi's potential!'

Hundreds of thoughts raced through Megumi's mind until he realised something – something so simple, yet utterly absurd. It was something only Izumi could pull off!

'Using my White Splashes coupled with Izumi's self targeting of his Cursed Technique... it creates a 'Forced Feedback Loop!' '

Ignoring the "Clink!" of the wheel above his head and Izumi's tightening Fembussy, he continued to thrust, chuckling at the absurdity of his realisation. 'Isn't this basically a Dual Cultivation Technique...? Though, it technically only works with Izumi.'

Plap! He thrust with utter confidence, realising it was as if his spear was linked to the Chain of a Thousand Miles. It continued to grow, reaching a staggering 17 inches.

"Ooooouuugh~!♡" With each thrust and hair pull from Megumi, Izumi arched his back, a soft, erotic mewl escaping his lips. He could feel his Domain constantly expanding and constricting under Megumi's ruthless thrusts, each sending a wave of pleasure down his spine.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

"Hnnnng~!♡" Izumi's 'Dance' continued, the overwhelming grippiness nearly making Megumi's knees buckle. Just before he heard the distinct "Clink!" of Mahoraga's wheel, he felt a familiar sensation, reminiscent of the aftermath after hitting a Black Flash. Megumi instantly understood what had happened – Izumi had unconsciously pulled him into 'The Zone.'

As his awareness heightened, Megumi felt every individual droplet of sweat running down his back. He felt everything, every sensation down to its most minute detail – Of course, this included his spear.

Clink!

"Pffft...! T-This is..." Megumi croaked, an intense smirk spreading across his face. Releasing Izumi's braid, he moved both hands to his waist and, with maddening confidence, thrust roughly into Izumi's gut.

"GRIPPY!"

Plap! Plap! Plap!

…

After what felt like hours, Izumi lay on Megumi's bed, his lower body half-covered by the blanket and his upper body slick with Megumi's White Splashes, his consciousness barely holding on. He gazed up at Megumi, who stood in front of the bed, sweat glistening on his forehead.

Megumi slowly parted his lips and said, "Stand proud, Izumi. You're strong."

Izumi widened his pink eyes as tears began to roll down his cheeks. He brought a trembling hand to his face and whispered, "What... is this?"

A smirk spread across Megumi's lips, and he opened his mouth to speak when – 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a violent crash, his door flew off its hinges, revealing a worried Yuji and Nobara. "Megumi! Are you okay?! We sensed a surge of Cursed Energy..."

His voice trailed off as he took in the scene: a completely naked stoic Megumi, a Wheel hovering above his head, and Izumi, half-covered by a blanket and half-covered in White Splashes.

Instantly, one of Yuji's four eyelids widened, revealing an eye, while a mouth formed beneath it and said, "Damn brat... It seems I underestimated you."

Sukuna let out a cackle before his mouth formed a smile, "It seems this was truly OUR Jujutsu Kaisen."

[Roll Credits]

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Author's Note:

How absolutely disgusting, the amount of sheer brain rot in here would make Jax blush.

I hate everything for having to upload this.

Actual Omakes coming in a sec