Fantasy Race

In fact, why not make it a real fantasy? He'd watched some... questionable porn before, why not be the only person in the world to experience the real deal?

He concentrated hard on his vision. With a click of his fingers, a bluish tinge spread across his mother's skin, spreading until she glowed, an effervescent sapphire form. Her ears grew pointed and long while her hair turned black, woven into intricate braids with flowers and leaves threaded through. Her bosom ballooned outward until two huge melons sat on her chest, though they were soon completely proportional as her body stretched and became a lithe eight foot giantess, corded muscle not visible, but still sitting beneath the surface, ready to be used at any moment.

Another click made quick work of her clothes, turning them into white, willowy robes that showed just enough skin to be considered scandalous for a human. A breeze ruffling her long skirt showed there were no pants to hide her vagina. Black tattoos spread across her skin like calligraphy ink, painting runes into her being. With each breath they pulsed with light.

Finally, her face grew chiseled and delicate, as if she were made of fine bone china, though John knew she was far stronger than she looked. Her nose grew smaller, her cheekbones high and more pronounced, her eyelashes long and seductive. Her eyes glimmered with emerald magic.

His elven mother sashayed over to him, moving her skirt to flaunt her thighs and growing dampness in her pussy.

"Greetings, my child. May I offer you food to break your fast? I believe that is what you humans call the morning meal." She shook her elegant head. "I can never remember what your father said. Too many words in an already complicated language."

John was stunned. It seemed that his mother had no memory of even being human, as if she had lived her whole life as a fantasy creature. "Yeah, sure is hard," he stammered.

"Sometimes I wish either you or your sister had inherited my genetics, but perhaps they were just not compatible. It would be quite nice to have another elf in the house," she sighed, her eyes holding far more sadness than John realised. Of course, in this reality his mother had grown up not knowing her parents, for there were no elves on Earth, and being descriminated for her alien biology. Perhaps his power would be harder to manage than he previously thought.

"Uh, hey, what was that about breakfast?" Another voice cut in, this time from his dad entering. He was a portly man, standing at 5"10, with a rapidly declining hairline, and rapidly growing beer gut. Totally at odds with his unbelievably attractive, alien giantess of a wife. She still loved him with all her heart, however, and knelt down to properly embrace him.

"Ah, my sovůnis," she said, and John was surprised to find he understood the Elven word for 'darling'. "You are just in time. I have cooked you skin of the pig and eggs of the chicken."

"Bacon and eggs, eh? You always know how to spoil a man," he replied with a peck on her cheek. She blushed a deep, midnight blue. The kiss was followed by a hand slyly curling around her waist and squeezing one of her plump butt cheeks.

Suddenly John felt out of place in the kitchen, watching something that seemed forbidden to watch. Yet somehow, he was oddly aroused by the sight. It was almost like watching porn play out in real life. He wanted to see it go further. And he realised he had the power to do just that.