You return to your childhood home, dreading the coming confrontation with your father. It had been days since you last spoke with him and it had not been pleasant, but you were sure you could convince him that your girlfriend would be proper wife material.

As you enter, you notice that only one light is on, the lamp in the living room is casting the shadows of two people on the wall.

Your girlfriend, Sherry, is sitting in your father's favorite leather recliner wearing a filmy black negligee. Kneeling beside her on the carpet is some gaudily made up woman, naked but for bright pink, fuzzy handcuffs and a pink collar, the leash in Sherry's hand.

Sherry gets up and comes up to you, pulling along her bimbo, kisses your neck.

"Darling, we've been waiting for you! I found a way to convince your dad to let us marry!" She says.

Before you can get a word out, she embraces you and presses her lips to yours, slipping in her tongue, holding you by the back of your head. You feel something go down your throat and you break away to cough, but things soon go dark.

You wake up in the dark, on a bed, with your hands tied above your head and your feet tied to the bedposts. There's a strange tingling in your breast and you feel very weak. Even though you struggle against the bondage, it will only budge enough to let you tent your knees.

Something warm is laid on your cheek and light fills the room. Sherry is kneeling at your shoulder, a barely contained frenzy in her eyes. Finally you recover from the sudden light and you see it.

She has a massive cock!

Sherry caresses your cheek and trails her fingertips down your body. You bend up enough to see her touching modest tits that hadn't been there before, down a too slender body and lastly your little penis, now standing at attention.

"What the-!" You manage to say before she rams three fingers into your mouth.

"I'm doing this for us, darling. I got some stuff from from a fortune teller, didn't expect it to work." She continues plunging her fingers in and out of your mouth. "Let's you and me repair your relationship with daddy." She beckons and the bimbo crawls over, climbs onto the bed, and takes your penis between hot pink lips.

A pathetic moan escapes you as the bimbo's tongue gently laps all over your cock.

"Don't forget me darling." Sherry removes her fingers and steps over you to straddle your chest, her massive cock slaps you in the face as smooth balls sit on your lips. The smell makes your mouth water, but you swallow and keep your lips tightly pursed. "Open your mouth darling, now." Sherry says, but you resist.

She leans back and pinches a newly sensitive tit. You gasp and in that moment she lunges with both hands to wrench your mouth open. You can't avoid it, her balls fill your mouth, your tongue has no room to do anything but lick the salty balls.

She turns back again. "Oy, bitch! If he bites, shove that thing up his ass!" You feel something buzzing against your thigh, the bitch wraps herself around your leg as she slowly licks you.

You feel backed into a corner, blush spreads over your face and you begin clumsily licking around the balls. Its salt and musk overpowers your senses, you can hardly focus on anything else, the bimbo sucking you feels miles away, sherry has started jacking off, smacking her cock on your forehead every few strokes, you feel drool trickling from the corner of your mouth.

"Good girl." Sherry coos, she removes her balls, coming out with a pop of suction, and pulls your head into her lap to stroke your hair. "I always thought you would look cute with long hair, but this is almost too much, you're cuter than me!" She leans over you and licks up the drool from your cheek, licking all the way up into a french kiss. 

When she pulls away, you've lost all control of your face. You no longer make any attempt to escape, your body limp. The bimbo hasn't stopped licking your penis, but won't go fast or hard enough to give you any kind of release. Sherry's cock looks almost angrily erect, inches away from your face as she coddles your head in her lap. In a haze, you decide to give it a kiss.

"Good girl, darling, and your pill didn't even have an aphrodisiac like daddy's." That thought echoes around your head, but before you can look down your body at the bimbo, Sherry pulls your head forward, thrusting her cock into your mouth. "Step two, bitch, get up on your son's dick!"

Your vision is filled with Sherry's stomach and the taste of precum spurts all over your tongue. You feel your dad climbing up on the bed, setting a plump, girly butt on your thighs, your penis enters something tight, warm, and wet. For the first time, you hear the bimbo moan and whimper.

You start struggling again as your dad lowers herself on your cock again and again, but your girlish body does nothing against the ropes, you can't even free yourself from Sherry's grip as she humps your face.

"Fuck, I can barely get half of this sumbitch in your mouth!" Sherry moans. "Darling, you should see how sloppy you look right now! You should see daddy's massive bitch tits bouncing up here! Daddy, you know you can be more involved up here. That means now!" You feel your dad begin massaging your breasts. "Good bitch."

All you can do is suck, lapping at the head of Sherry's cock, hoping she cums soon so you can end all of this. You feel your penis filling with pleasure, more and more each time your dad's pussy comes down onto it.

"Darling, nobody told me how good having a dick feels! There's some pressure there, I think I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in my Darling's mouth with his dad's dick!"

You can't hold back, your hips thrust up into your dad's pussy as you writhe in orgasm, the cock in your mouth explodes with the unmistakable flavour of semen. Sherry pulls herself out of your mouth, pushes your dad aside with a thud, and clamps her hands over your lips before you can even think of spitting.

There is no escape from the gooey bitterness, the saltiness of it, so you brace yourself and swallow the sticky cum, but the flavour sticks with you.

"See darling, isn't this so much better?" You feel your restraints loosen and she pulls you up into her arms, cradling you like a baby, softly cooing words of encouragement even while her, your dad's, cock becomes flaccid against your ass. You don't fight it, lost in the afterglow, you rest your head against her shoulder.

Dad is on the floor, on his knees with his head on the ground, fingering his pussy and gasping like a bitch. He brings himself off with your cum leaking out and down his leg.

Sherry kisses your forehead. "These pills last a week, darling."

-End part one-

"Alright darling, I wasn't able to get the week off from work, but I promise I'll be home as soon as I can." Sherry said, kissing your cheek at the door. She's wearing her normal clothing, but your father's cock strains the zipper of her tight jeans, even flaccid.

She's provided you frilly pink pajamas, a fevered midmorning search hadn't turned up any male clothing in the house, Sherry hid it all.

You were taller than her just yesterday, but she can now rest her chin atop your head. You were heavier than her with muscle, but your new body is so light that Sherry can manhandle you however she likes.

As if to prove a point, she takes you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet and twirling.

"Stop it!" You cry, surprising yourself with how high and airy your new voice is. Sherry just laughs, letting you down and kissing you once more before leaving for work, her tongue slipping between your lips, you try to break it off but she holds you until she wants it to end, eaving you gasping for breath.

"Be a good girl, darling, and I'll have a treat for you later."

You stand in the entryway for some time with heavy breath, an ache in your chest, and a flush spreading across your whole body. Your adorable, girly pajamas feel so much lighter than anything you normally wear, the fabric rubs across your tight nipples every time you move. Searching out something heavier, you go to your dad's room and strip the comforter from the bed, wrapping yourself in it like it's a robe. You're enveloped in the smell of dad's favorite soap.

A delicious smell creeps under the door, someone is frying bacon, your stomach rumbles since your last meal was cum. Also, there's the subtle scent of cinnamon and real butter. You pad down the hall trailing the edge of dad's comforter on the ground.

Your dad is standing at the stove, fiddling with the pan of bacon. A plate piled with thick pieces of french toast sits on the counter beside him. He... She is wearing nothing more than a plaid apron, her bimbo tits spill out the sides. You can hear a quiet buzzing from between her asscheeks.

Steeling yourself for the embarassment, you approach the counter and reach for a piece of french toast. But dad lightly smacks your hand away.

"Sit down sweetie, I'll be done with breakfast soon." She says in a deep, lushious voice like syrup pouring into your ears.

You meekly nod and take a seat at the table. Your mouth waters but you can't tell if it's from the food or from her. "Um, dad?"

She turns away to hide her face. "No, that's too much. Call me... Sally... until this is over... my heart can't take being called dad right now."

"Right." you say. "and then we don't have to talk about this all ever again..."

Sally sighs, a weight seems to have lifted. You can't help but notice the languid sway of her hips as she cooks, the way she quietly hums to herself when she isn't paying attention. She occasionally stretches to relieve the sleepiness that's pooled in her nooks and crannies while she slept.

You notice yourself staring into her nooks and crannies and pull your eyes away. It's still your father, you tell yourself, you shouldn't look even if she does have a smoking hot body. Regardless, you find yourself staring again only moments later. It's ok, you think, to just appreciate beauty, it's not like that means anything.

"Almost there, sweetie, just a bit more." Sally plates the bacon and takes a pre-whisked bowl of egg, pours it into the still hot pan, and begins scraping at the egg before it can solidfy too much.

You creep over to look. Mom used to make eggs like that, stirring from the first second to the last, gathering fluffy scrambled egg before it deflated and got tough. The bacon looks thick and chewy, just the way you like it, and the french toast has been made from a loaf swirled with cinnamon.

"You worked on this a long time..." You say, almost too low to be heard.

Sally giggles, bending down for a moment to kiss your cheek. "Nothing is too good for my little princess." Before she returns to the eggs, you catch a glimpse of her expression. She's barely keeping it together. Her face is deeply red and tears are starting at the corners of her eyes."

The buzzing is hard to ignore when you're so close. You think it's cruel to keep dad in this state, so you get on your knees behind her and open up her butt cheeks. There's a massive red rhinestone where her asshole should be.

"Sweetie, not while I'm-!!!" She squeals as you prise your fingers round the object and pull, slowly removing the vibrating thing.

You're hit in the face with the smell of warm strawberry as the plug slides out into your hand, it's coated in sweet-smelling goop. The thing is as big around as your fist at the base, and dad's butthole is still twitching and open in front of you, leaking lube.

Without thinking, you take her ass in both hands and lean in to bury your tongue in her gaping hole. Lube runs down your chin as you lap it out, covering your tongue in oily sweetness. Only when it runs dry do you recoil, scrambling to your seat. You sit there, wipe your chin clean with a napkin, and pretend nothing just happened while Sally finishes breakfast.

She doesn't address it either, making you both a plate. The bacon had gone slightly cold, and the eggs had some brown bits, but you eat in silence.

The butt plug is lying on the kitchen floor, a puddle of lube slowly expanding underneath it.

Dad takes your plate once you're finished and loads the dishwasher, then goes to you and kisses you deeply, finishing off by licking your chin and down to your neck, unbuttoning your top and running her fingertips across your collarbone.

"Thank you." She says. "Your lovely girlfriend... fiance... put that in four hours ago..." She licks your chin again, it's all you can do to keep the comforter mostly closed. She giggles. "You taste like strawberry, so I guess we match... I don't know about you, but I need a bath. I'll go run one for us both."

You nearly protest, but Sally is already on her way out of the room with a lively step.

Your heart pounds against your chest, you feel a wetness under your seat, so you reach down to investigate. Your finger dips into a new hole and you jump up in surprise, run to the full length mirror in dad's room, and you strip down.

Your penis is nowhere to be seen, replaced by a little slit.

"Sweetie, the water is ready." Your dad appears at the doorway and you pull up your pajama bottoms. You wonder if she saw it. "Come on, I'm sure you feel a little sweaty after last night." Dad gathers you in her arms despite your protest, carries you like a princess into the bathroom where the big tub steams with hot water.

Sally tries to undress you, but you make a point of doing it yourself, hiding your new pussy with your hands and hopping in, facing away from her. "Thanks for the bath da-... Sally..."

She applies some pink, flowery soap to her hands and begins rubbing you down, giggling at the way you gasp when the cold goo hits your back. You notice that dad's typical bottle of body/hair wash is gone, replaced by a variety of girly products. You try to purse your lips, but a pathetic moan escapes when dad reaches under your arms and starts rubbing your sensitive breasts, circling your nipples.

Heat spreads all throughout you, starting in your stomach and working up to your breasts, down to your pussy, still covered by your hands. You can feel a tingling, and the effort you take not to moan leaves you wriggling in your dad's arms.

She hugs you from behind, her giant breasts squishing against your back as her hands continue rubbing your belly and up between your small tits. You can feel her breath against the nape of your neck and your ear.

"I'm sorry swetie, it just feels too good!" She moans, taking your earlobe between her lips and sucking at it.

You can't stop any of it, dad's body is just too much stronger than yours, and you can't remove your hands from your nether region lest she find out.

It almost feels itchy now, so you put a finger inside your tight new pussy, just a little bit you tell yourself, just enough to relieve this feeling. You're so wet that your finger goes in without any resistance. It's not enough to just put a finger in, so you start rubbing it in and out, plunging your finger up into yourself over and over. You realise you're squealing each time.

Sally has stopped washing you. You turn and see her sitting in a pile of suds, giggling with a hand in front of her mouth. Your face burning in frustrated humiliation, you can feel tears falling down your cheek.

"C'mere sweetie pie." Dad pulls you over to him and sits you down in her soft lap. "She said this would happen, don't worry." She begins petting your head. "Good girl, good girl, you do whatever you need."

You start fingering yourself again, hips wriggling and splashing at the surface of the water by reflex as you fuck yourself again and again and again. Sally's massive tits hang directly in your face, so as she pets your head, you take a hard nipple in your mouth, suckling at it like a hungry baby as a pressure builds in your loins.

"Good girl."

At once, the pressure hits its peak, you're filled with heat and pain and happiness like you've never felt as you keep fucking your finger. Once you've finished quivvering, you feel a lovely glow. Your chest is rising and falling as you gasp, you didn't know you had been holding your breath.

Sally takes your hand from its limp position and raises your finger to suck it clean. "My turn, sweetie."

-End part two-

You're lying with Sally, your father, naked in 'her' bed, head nuzzled between her breasts. She's idly stroking your slender body, humming softly in your ear. You tighten up every time you realize you've been groping her thick ass. All in all, it's as comfortable as you've ever been with your dad, it's blissfull.

Then the phone rings. You ignore it until the answering machine starts.

"Darling, Bitch, I know you're both there, pick up. Now."

You scramble over and scoop up the phone. "Sherry, it's me." You say.

"Having fun, are you?" She giggles. "Look, I left something there that I need, it's in the pink bag by the door. Bring it over, pretty please."

A chill spreads down your spine. "You mean, go outside... like this? Look, I don't even have my... anymore..."

"Your penis, right. I took it off last night, how long did it take you to find out it wasn't there?" She's obviously trying not to laugh. "Nevermind. Bring that bag to me, and you're only allowed to wear a sundress and heels, nothing else."

"W-what?"

"You're right, heels might be too difficult, go ahead and wear flats then."

You try to object, but the line clicks.

It's only a mile to her workplace from here, you say to yourself, trying to make yourself feel better. Defiantly, you dress in panties and stockings under the sundress, then a coat. 

None of it has the comforting weight of male clothing, but you steel your nerves, kiss dad goodbye, and leave with the bag for your girlfriend.

There's a group of teenagers at the bus stop, talking loudly about something stupid. You stand as far in the corner as you can, holding Sherry's bag in front of you like a sheild. You can hear the teens laughing and you imagine they know everything, that they're laughing at you.

The bus comes eventually and you take a seat, but the only one available is sandwiched between two large, black men. As the bus leaves the stop, you can feel the vibrations from the road making their way through the seat, tickling your virgin pussy. The men are squishing you, elbows pressing against yours, you feel their warm thighs through your thin dress.

You look down and see that one of them has a bulge pressing against his pants. The color drains from your face and you shoot up from your seat, rushing to wait instead at the door for your stop.

But he follows you.

People seem to look away as he sidles up behind you. There's nowhere to run anymore, his seat and yours have already been taken and the teeming mass of passengers keeps you from leaving the doorway. You feel him palm your firm butt.

"Don't... please..." You whine, hoping he's the only one who heard you.

"What, you don't like me?" He presses his bulge between your asscheeks. "You don't even know me, so how do you know?"

"I-I have a girlfriend!" You whisper-shout.

"A dyke, huh? Just means you haven't been properly dicked down yet." You feel something cold and hard move under your dress, he pulls your panties and stockings from your skin and cuts them off. They fall limp around your ankle, he pulls up your skirt and thrusts his massive cock between your thighs.

Just in time, the doors hiss open, you push the man away and shoot out of the bus.

Directly into Sherry's arms.

You look up through tear-blurred eyes as she takes in the scene, a viscious snarl passes her lips. She sweeps you out of the way, reels back, and swings her foot into your attacker's exposed balls.

As the door closes automatically on him, crumpled in pain, Sherry spits at him. "Mine!"

She sweeps you off your feet to carry you like a princess, her eyes shadowed with barely suppressed urge for murder. You finally feel safe, even the crowd that formed in the wake of the assault doesn't bother you, though your panties and stockings hang from your ankle, you hug Sherry's neck and enclose yourself in her warmth.

You're carried inside, all the way to Sherry's personal office. She gently lays you in an expensive leather chair and turns to close the blinds on the wall of windows that would show this room to the whole office.

Sherry's office is dark, lit only by the thin bands that bend around each slat of the blinds. You see her by her curves against the light as she undresses and comes to light a candle on her desk. Cinnamon begins to waft through the air.

"Darling... Why didn't you use your father's car?" She kneels at your feet and lays her head in your lap. You feel that she's removed your ripped underclothes and your shoes. "Thank you for bringing the bag... but you didn't obey all of my instructions, did you?"

You feel a stitch of anxiety in your chest.

She kisses your inner thigh. "I can almost smell that bastard on your skin..." She juts up to her feet, blows out the candle, and flips on the harsh fluorescent lighting. "How do you suppose we should erase that stink?"

"I'm sorry..." You mumble, slipping out of your coat. Now the only thing between you and the chilly air is the meager cloth of your sundress.

"Good girl." She reaches for a duffle bag by her desk. "Darling, I wasn't going to use this for a few more days, but naughty girls need to learn."

She pulls out something you thought only existed in physically impressive pornography: a giant, black, rubber horse dick, a little longer than her forearm.

You curl up, intimidated by thoughts of what could be done with that. "I can't take something like that! I can barely take two fingers!"

"Oh? and how did you find that out?"

You pipe down.

"Playing with your tight, fresh pussy?" She approaches you, the horse dildo rests against your leg. "Or maybe you and daddy are finally getting along?"

You blush as you remember how dad's fingers entered you in the bath.

Sherry squeals and draws you into a series of joyful kisses. "See, all of this really is bringing us closer together! Good girl! Now I need to reward you~"

"So... no horse?..." You ask hopefully.

"So, now the horse is a reward instead of a punishment." She goes back to the duffle bag and pulls out a jar of amber slime, digs out a generous amount with her fingers and applies it to the base of the dildo, and presses it to her groin.

Immediately the air is filled with a pungent odor you only remember from a ranch camp in your childhood. The dildo has taken on a brown color and an obvious softness it didn't have a moment before. Through some magic, your girlfriend now has a cock that puts your bus attacker's to shame.

You stammer something, you're too frazzled to know yourself what you meant to say. Reflexively, you jump out of your seat and run to the nearest door, hoping to escape, with her in hot pursuit.

But the nearest door only leads to a supply closet. You hear the door click behind you, you feel her breath hot against the back of your neck, her breasts pressing against your back and the turgid horse dick against your leg. There's another click above you and you're nearly blinded by a naked bulb.

Sherry pries your legs apart with her knee and takes a pair of scissors from a nearby shelf, she starts cutting at your nape and within seconds your dress is in shreds on the floor. The horse dick appears through your legs, erection pressing firmly against your cunt, the barnyard stench is joined by stale air and cleaning supplies.

"Darling, you can take it." Sherry chuckles, pushing you to the floor, lining up the flared tip of her dick to your virgin pussy. "What kind of gender transformation spell would leave you without a specially stretchy kitty? I'm pretty sure you'll be fine."

You want to say "pretty sure!?" but you only manage to open your mouth before she pushes the tip inside, the flaring makes a squishy plop as it enters. You can't keep yourself from moaning with the pain and the pleasure of your virginity being taken.

"That's only the first couple of inches, darling." Sherry is breathing hard, running her fingers down your back, along your ribs and down your stomach to feel the bulge. "You're so tight baby, but I guess this," She pounds several more inches into you, you can feel the warmth and the mass pressing against your deepest part, your juices squelch trying to get out of the way and run down your thighs. "This would make any girl feel tight."

"Guh." Is all you can get out, it hurts horribly but you feel too good to care. You look back and notice that two thirds of the penis are left.

"That's it baby girl, I'm going to start moving now, ok?" She pulled back, nearly taking the horse dick out, the feeling of being emptied so suddenly drops you to your knees, then Sherry plunged back in.

She starts rythmically pushing into you, hitting deeply each time, getting deeper. The bulge is moving higher and higher up your belly. Sherry grabs your hips for leverage, she's getting rougher as passion overwhelms her senses. You do what you can to avoid moving your ass to take her inside you deeper.

"You're a pretty mare, aren't you?" She slaps your butt, hard, and you squeal. "Neigh for me! You're taking this horse cock, you must have a horse pussy!" She slaps you again and you squeal harder. You start feeling her pendulous horse balls smacking your wet cunt, the tip is poking you under your ribs.

Then she really starts fucking you.

A foot and a half of dick rams inside you roughly over and over, you grab a shelf to stand yourself up, but it only gives Sherry a better angle to plow up inside you. Your legs start shaking as an orgasm builds inside you, Sherry pounds you until you scream, you legs try to fail underneath you but her erection won't let you fall over.

She won't let up, still pumping as you convulse and shake, riding your pleasure to the end.

Only then does Sherry cum, you feel a pressure build up in your pussy as horse cum fills you up like a water balloon. It pulses inside, finally popping, thick, custardy semen splashes out of you, coating the floor. The horse dick slides out of your messy cunt and falls to the ground, lifeless, into the pool of cum with a splat.

Sherry hugs you from behind and you both lie down in the pool of thick, steaming pudding. It's oddly comfortable, being hugged close to her soft curves, your side and your cheek in the warmth of the cum.

You can't help yourself, you lap up some of it.

In your fugue of pleasure, it's the most delicious treat you've eaten.

---

Sherry has a man come in to clean you up, he's dressed head to toe in black rubber, his eyes covered and a holey gag in his mouth. You're gently scrubbed down by this chaste man while Sherry cleans herself off.

You feel your aching pussy, thinking that it must be ruined forever, but you struggle again to insert even one finger. Whatever witch designed this spell really knew their stuff.

"Slave," She says. "When you're done, get my girl a company sweatshirt and some pants." The man in black grunts affirmation. "Darling, are you and your father getting along now?"

You're so out of it, it takes a minute to realize you've been asked a question. "I mean... he's nothing like he usually is... it must be the magic."

"Nope." Sherry smiles. "It's been hard for him, since your mom died. The first night, I said I'd let him embrace his maternal side, that's all."

"What? But he never said anything."

"Of course not, your dad's been so focused on being a paternal figure for you that he took it too far. Sure, he's a bit of a grump, I know he hated me for taking you away. But I think he must know now that we can be a happy family if he gave me a chance."

---

At the end of the week, You and dad and Sherry are huddled around a timer she set up a week earlier, waiting for the countdown to make you and dad men again.

"Okay guys..." Dad says. "I've thought this over, and I'm fine with this... Sherry, you know I didn't approve of you marrying my son, I thought you weren't good enough for him, but now I know that you really care for him. You know, you actually remind me of my wife."

You lean over to kiss your father's lips, slipping in some tongue. You try to extend it to the end of the timer, thinking his moustache will tickle once he has it again.

Sherry starts counting down. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

... And nothing happened...

"It's alright darling, it might take a minute..." Sherry says and you all laugh.

An hour later... still nothing...

Sherry pulls out her phone...

"Hello, this is Sheryl Mason, I bought a bunch of your stock last week... yes, that's right, the gender transformation tags and the object animation jelly... no, everything worked just like you said, but there is a problem... see, it's been a week, but the transformations haven't worn off yet, does the time vary by a few hours or something?... Really?... so they'll return to normal after the pregnancy?... Well, thanks for your time, I'm sure I'll come back." She hangs up and turns back to you and your father. "So, I have good news and I have bad news..."

-end...?-