His dad says how it is

Chad gets in the car with his father, surprised that it's a fairly normal vehicle. Sure, it's incredibly expensive and all, but it doesn't have a mattress replacing the back seat, and it's not covered in porn or full of women's panties. It's just a nice, normal, luxury car.

"So where are we..."

"You'll see," his father says, cutting Chad off.

"Okay then. What did you want to talk..."

"You'll find out when you get there. If you want to talk, tell me more about your little girlfriend," his father commands.

So Chad does. He's surprised that his father is taking an actual interest in the girl, but he seems to be absorbing information about her likes and dislikes and all sorts of things that go beyond her ability to fuck the guy. It's very different from Brad's brand of being an Alpha and in some ways it's very reassuring to see some of his old, kind father still in there.

They reach their destination, which turns out to be just a few blocks down, and the house doesn't look like anything special. It's just a normal house in the suburbs as far as Chad can tell. The grass is a little unkempt and there are garish lawn flamingos in the front, but other than that nothing special catches Chad's eye. His father gets out of the car without waiting for Chad, so Chad has to hurry to catch up.

When Chad's father reaches the door he rings the doorbell, which chimes much louder than Chad anticipated. An old woman answers the door. She looks to be in her 80s, and wears a gray itchy looking sweater, loose red pants, and a pair of slippers. Her white hair is in curls.

"Thad!" the woman says, looking at Chad's father. "I haven't seen you in years."

"Over a decade," he says, beaming. "Let us in," he commands as though that was just his ordinary way of talking to people. She makes way for the two.

"Hi," Chad says, following his father into the house. The house seems to be entirely full of crosses. There's a large framed portrait of Jesus on one wall, next to a smaller portrait of a kind looking man smiling.

"Okay, so this is Mrs. Kenteky," his father says. "Or I guess I should call you 'Murial' now. Anyway, she was my pastor's wife when I was a kid. And you should have seen her back then. She had the kind of body that would make all of us boys want to sin." He puts an arm around the very old woman. Anymore she just looks plain and boring. "Her big church clothes covered everything up, but with those curves you could see the hot body under all of it."

Mrs. Kenteky's cheeks redden and she looks away. "You shouldn't be saying things like that around an old Christian woman. You know I was a good woman and only ever loved my Franky."

That laughs. "Sure, but you know you liked how we all looked at you. Anyway, Kid, I want you to make her look like that again. No, I think I want her to look even more fuckable."

Chad watches the old woman and she doesn't object nearly as quickly as you would have expected. It seems that proximity to his dad is affecting her.

"Now how are you going to do that?" she asks Chad, suspiciously. "You'd better not have come over here just to prank an old woman."

"No ma'am," Chad mutters. He looks to his father for confirmation and the man looks impatient. "Okay, so what's going to happen is that I'm going to ask you some questions. You don't have to answer them, but they're going to change you. First of all, are you now going to look like you're in your early 20s?" Chad asks.

She looks down at herself in wonder as she feels herself change. She stands up much straighter and gets a little taller, and all of the wrinkles melt from her face. She looks like an entirely different person, but at the same time Chad can see the resemblance, like this face was buried under the old woman's. Her hair also changes, becoming a beautiful brown mane.

Chad looks her over and sees what his father meant. She's certainly a beauty, but maybe not in the way Thad's nostalgia seemed to indicate. "Do you have curves like my father wants you to, with breasts so big you can't hide them in any clothes and an hourglass figure?" he asks.

"Well now, would you look at that? It seems I do," the young looking woman says in wonder.

Thad grins and steps up behind the woman. He slips his hands in her fuzzy gray sweater and holds her waist against his. "Good job, but keep going."

Chad nods. "Do you have beautiful, silky red hair? Are you so sexy that it seems to have a supernatural pull on men?" he asks, and suddenly he feels like he wants to do things to this woman as well. Everything about her seems to ooze sex.

"Well now, that seems a little like witchcraft. I hope this is all right with the Lord," she says, probing.

Chad shrugs, having no idea if his powers have any kind of divine source. "Is that what you wanted, Dad?"

His dad looks her up and down like a piece of meat. He grabs her tits experimentally "Well, she's clearly sexy. I wish she was in sexier clothes, but I suppose she'll just have to be naked soon," he says with a laugh.

"Is there something you can do about that?" he asks Mrs. Kenteky.

"Oh my, yes. We had some very risqué items that my Frankie liked to see me in. Let me go get those and I'll be down in a jiffy." She starts walking to the stairs with a posture that seemed designed to minimize pain. However, she begins to walk more naturally when she realizes that it doesn't hurt in this body.

Chad turns to his father and asks, "now are you going to tell me what this is about?"

Thad stares at him, making up his mind. "Yes, but I don't like your tone. Keep to your place." He begins taking off his pants, revealing his massive cock. It could be in anticipation of Murial's return, or a way to illustrate his point. Either way he continues, "it's about your girlfriend. I think I want her."

"I think you already had her," Chad says.

"No, I mean long term. I want her like I wanted your mother. There's something about her that makes me want to keep her. I don't think I'm even going to get bored of her anytime soon."