Going blonde

Walter looked at Peter's erection, a mix of amusement and curiosity in his eyes. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" he said, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Peter nodded, his hand moving slower now, building anticipation. "I want to see you as Alison again, Dad. And this time, I want to fuck that hot body of yours," he said, his voice low and filled with desire.

Walter considered this for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Alright, let's do this," he said, standing up and shedding his clothes quickly. He turned to Peter, his body already responding to the idea of the transformation. "But remember, I'm still me in there. Just in a different package."

Peter grinned, stroking himself faster as he imagined what was to come. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Dad," he said, his voice hoarse with need.

Walter walked over to him, taking Peter's cock in his hand and guiding it towards his own mouth. He took his time, licking and sucking gently, tasting the precum that leaked from the tip. He could feel the magic coursing through him as his body began to shift and change.

Peter watched, his breath coming in quick gasps as he saw Walter's transformation. "Fuck, that's hot," he muttered, his hips bucking slightly as Walter continued to work his magic with his mouth.

As Walter's body completed its transition into Alison's form, Peter felt a surge of desire. He pulled Alison up and pressed her against the wall, his mouth crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. She kissed him back eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into him.

Breaking the kiss, Peter looked into Alison's hazy eyes and smirked. "Let's see how well you can handle this, shall we?" he said, picking her up effortlessly and carrying her to the bedroom.

Alison giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist as he laid her down gently on the mattress. Peter reached into the gift box Walter had mentioned earlier, pulling out a condom and rolling it onto his throbbing erection. He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her wet and ready for him.

"Please, Peter," Alison begged, arching her hips in invitation. "I need you inside me."

Peter grinned, pushing into her slowly, relishing the tight, wet heat that enveloped him. "You're so fucking tight, Alison," he groaned, beginning to move his hips in a steady rhythm.

Alison cried out, her nails digging into his back as she urged him deeper. "More, Peter! Give me more!"

Peter obliged, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he claimed her body completely. The room filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter, their moans and gasps syncing perfectly with the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh.

As they moved together, Peter knew that this was just the beginning of their twisted and erotic journey.