My Father is a Size Queen

Hi, I am Jacob, Walter's son! Dad and mom split when I was 2 so it's always been just dad and me. Mom was a paralegal and now she's a paralegal supervisor - real logical career path, right? I graduated high school last May and Dad was so proud, the relatives came up and we had a big to-do. Now I'm 19 and enrolled at the city university, but I decided to keep living at home. I didn't really like the idea of going into debt paying for lousy student housing when mom's place was a 15-minute bus ride from campus, and dad said it was fine if I stayed.

And to be honest, living at home is pretty sweet. Although Dad's cooking is not so great.

My buddies razz me for living at home but if it wasn't that they'd tease me for something else. I don't take it personally.

For most of the first semester of college, everything went normal enough. I got home each night, dad cooked us dinner and we ate at the kitchen table with no TV or phones, just actual human conversation. Sometimes we even watched TV together until bedtime. I told dad where I was going whenever I went out, and listened to his advice if he had any to give.

Then I got a beautiful girlfriend named Angela, who is in beauty school to become a cosmetologist. I met her at a party since her friends go to my school.

Everything was going great, except for my one problem in life...

"Well, ummm, it's embarrassing," I said.

"You can tell your father," Dad said reassuringly.

"I don't know," I said, but he looked at me very warmly. We were in the den after watching a movie, each reclined on the couch.
"Angela says I'm too big," I said, blushing and looking down.

"Oh Jacob," Dad said, sounding surprised but still warm, "Angela does seem a bit inexperienced, but that's a rude thing for her to say, I think. It's not your fault if you're... well-endowed. You shouldn't feel bad about it."

I blushed, but it did feel good to talk about it. I wasn't very experienced with women either so I'd been feeling pretty low and rejected after Angela saw my cock and said it was just too big for her on our most recent date.

"Thanks Dad," I said, "But Angela just doesn't want to, you know..."

"Do her part as your girlfriend?"
"Yeah," I said, blushing badly, "She says it would hurt her."

"Even if that's true, there's other ways she could 'do her part'," Dad said, "Also I can help you with that!"

"Help me? How?" I asked him.
"Well, my most recent project involves transmogrification. Which means I got this experimental device here which allows me to transform into anybody! And for a start.."