Make Him A Futa

With a click of your fingers, you watch as your father's chest becomes swollen with two great orbs of flesh. His waist becomes narrow, his face more pointed and fine, his skin pale as porcelain. His raven hair falls in a silken sheet down his back. But despite him- her small stature and womanly body, there is a noticeable bulge in her pencil skirt, a large package hidden away in the folds of her panties.

You walk out to greet her. "Hey da- mom. Hey mom."

She looks up from her cigarette. "Hey John, how can I help you?"

You shuffle nervously. "Well, I had a

"You know you can ask me anything. You know I'm not as strict as Mommy J."

New memories started to form as your mind became aware of this reality. Mommy J was your original mother, while this was Mommy K, your futa mother. She's always been upfront about what she was, and very inclusive to all your family, encouraging you and your siblings to educate yourselves about different genders and sexualities, much to Mommy J's chagrin.

Secretly, you've always had a crush on her, even when you were little, you knew she was hot. And despite these feelings being technically brand new, you know that the hot lust running through you is good and right.

Then you realise that you haven't said a word for the past minute, and Mommy K is now looking at you with a very concerned expression.

Pulling the first thing you can think of out of your ass, you blurt out, "I wanted to ask you a question."

She cocks her eyebrow at you. "Go on then. Shoot."