You were relaxing in your room daydreaming about when your beast of a father would have the urge to fuck you again. You looked down at your boner. Six inches long. Any man would be proud of a slightly above average dick like that. But you would willing swap a vagina onto yourself again if it meant getting that daddy dick. You fingered your asshole that you prepped for anal just in case your dad wanted to fuck you while you still had your penis tonight.
Suddenly your fingering session was interrupted by a car pulling in. It could only be your mother. Any other day that would’ve been a totally mundane thing. Today it felt like she was moving in on your man, (even though they’d been married for twenty years). You washed up your hands, threw on clothes and went and sat at the kitchen table.
Your mother came in and said, “Hey sexy,” to your dad. He replied with a ‘hey’ barely taking his eyes off of the paper.
“You know, I had the weirdest hernia today. It was over before I knew it though. I must be working too hard on this at the gym,” said your mother, pointing her ass out towards your dad.
This time, much to your entertainment, your dad didn’t look up at all. You can’t believe you thought that ass looked good earlier. Girl asses were so wide and ugly, not like how men’s asses go out and form bubble butts. Your mind drifted to your dad’s ass. Your dirty thoughts were interrupted by feeling your dad’s foot playing with yours under the table. How bold, right in front of your mom. She couldn’t see though. What she could see was her husband ignoring her sexual advances.
Your mom stomped her foot in frustration saying, “Fine, see if you get any for the next year!” She grabbed some food and headed to their room.
“She doesn’t know I can get it whenever I want,” laughed your dad to you, his foot working higher up on your leg. Your boner was back with a vengeance. Or ‘hernia’ you maybe should say.
Your dad led you down to the den in the basement. “Undress,” he said. You needed no further prompting. After you were naked he threw a pair of size small tighty whities at you. You knew he intended you to wear them. But what sort of women wears men’s tighty whities?
You squeezed into the small underwear. You were really a size medium, but it wasn’t impossible for you to wear a size down. Your package started shrinking. This was it, you thought you were about to get a new vagina. Then the shrinking stopped.
You thought something was wrong and you pulled the waistband down. You had a penis and balls as you did before, but they were smaller. You didn’t know if this boy that the underwear came from was younger than you or just smaller in the junk department. Dad had been jerking his big cock watching you react to your smaller junk.
You were so embarrassed that your dad made you less of a man, “Whose junk is this?!” You asked helplessly. Your dad seemed to be enjoying your embarrassment.
