Getting What You Want

He pours you a glass and hands it to you. As he hands it to you his slightly paunched stomach jiggles over you. He stares into your eye for a moment and then smiles.

“Rosa's right, you are a pushover,” he says. “Should I sit down on your lap and moan like a girl so you can call me daddy? Or... should I pull it out and tell you to suck it like a good son?”

“Well, neither, since--”

“I'll just go tell her you're here,” he says, drinking his glass and handing it it you. You're holding his empty glass ans your full one as he exits the room. You look over to find a place to set down the glass, and are sitting it next to an ash-tray when Llora comes in.

“Oh,” she says, “es tu. I thought you left the mansion.”

“I thought I did as well,” you said, “but now I'm back. Did Rosa really marry that guy?”

“Yes,” she says, “he wasn't as fucked up as you, so it wasn't nearly so hard for him.”

“I don't like him,” you say.

“You still want to fuck him?” Rosa asked. She stares at you.

“Y-yes,” you find yourself saying. “I want to grab his dick and accuse him of only being with Rosa since he wants to be her, and then if he swapped with her he would want to fuck me.”

“Ah, so you're starting to finally learn,” Llora said. “You can have whatever you want in this house.”

“I want you to show me what's under your dress,” you say, standing up. You set down your glass of brandy and approach her.

“Oh, nothing at all,” she says, flipping it up to flash you. A white dick is hard where a vagina should be. “Just your daddy's dick.”

You pull her into a kiss. Your hand wraps around her/your dad's penis and you start jerking her off. She moans into your mouth as you kiss her again and then bite her neck. “Mmm, dad's dick gets so hard for me,” you say and as Llora moans again you look her in the eyes. “It's you, I wanted you... fuck Rosa.”

“You can,” Llora says, “you can do anything you want in this house.”

You nod, throwing you head back as your skin darkens. You look down and see your white skin become black, tits burst out, and watch in amazement as your penis inverts and becomes a vagina.

“This is deeply problematic,” you say, but Llora runs her hand through your hair.

“You wanted this though,” she says, “now suck mommy's dick.” She pushes you down to the ground and you start by sucking her balls. You run your tongue up and down Llora's daddy dick and soon are half moaning, half begging as you feel she's closer and closer to releasing her sperm.

“Mmm, cum on, come on me, fucking come on me you fucking f--”

“Say it,” Llora says, “you can have what you desires, remember.”

“Come on my face you fucking fag, dad,” you say as she releases her load onto you. He cock stays hard and she slaps you.

“You bitch,” she says, “I'll have to fuck your pussy for that.” She throws you down over a table, knocking over the brandy so that it trickles onto the floor, dripping slowly. She spits on her hand, slaps your cunt, and then thrusts inside it. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” you say between thrust, “I want this and I want more...”

“You can have it,” she says, “you can get fucked by anyone here, you can fuck anyone.... you want your dad? Bring him here... you can tempt, taunt, and fuck him. Or you can mold and make him into whatever you want. You want other people's lives? Live them out and then return. But we know you are just a fucking fuck hole.”

“Cum inside me Llora I love you, fuck daddy, I need this,” you say. And then you think, “I want to become--”

Llora snaps her fingers and you feel the weight of Rosa's tits on your body. You are fully Rosa now, and she continues pressing deeper and deeper into you. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth and your eyes roll up.

“You like this, huh?” she says and smacks your ass. “You think all mothers and daughters are like this...”

“Especially ones that are bitchy to me.”

“I'll show you a bitch,” she says and releases a flood of cum into your cunt. Llora pulls out and collapses into a chair, catching her breath.

“But I wasn't done,” you whine.

“Try having a dick then,” Llora says. “It goes faster.”

“Okay, let's swi--” you start to say but then you look up and see the real Rosa entering the room. You halt in your tracks. You feel your body changing back to your normal male self.

“Oh, don't change on account of me,” Rosa says. “My husband Walt said you were here.”

“Walt,” you say.

“I can hear you thinking you don't like him, but unlike you he confessed he watches trans porn and sometimes gets off to daddy-daughter content. Step stuff too, no daddy weirdness.”

You don't know what to say. You stand up and move over to her, face to face.

“Then it's too late for me to prove myself to you?”

'Idiota!” said Llora.

“It was never about that, for you,” Rosa said. She motions you over to a chair. “Sit down and I'll let you stick it in me and suck my tits now that we're at the big reveal.”

“What about your husband?”

“You want him in here too?”

“No, but--”

“Then don't worry about it, maricon,” Llora says. “Just sit down and let my bitch of a father take your cock while he explains.”

“Father? I don't--”

“Shhh,” Rosa says, kissing you, removing her t-shirt and pressing her breasts against your mouth. “Daddy will tell you a story...”

“In fact, you'll like it,” Llora said.