Peter does something

Peter watched his bikini-clad father explore his, now her, beautiful form, and felt something take over him. He knew that it was his father in front of him, but he just didn't care, this was a beautiful woman, one that many people would kill to be able to bed. One that Peter could have full control over.

Finally, Jeff's cry to "do something" pushed him over the edge, and Peter felt he could hold himself back no longer. He lunged forwards, aiming for his fathers chest, and grabbed a fistful of titfat, squeezing hard as he felt a nipple erect between his fingers.

"P-Pete! W-what are you do-AANGH!" Jeff started to say, but found himself cut off by an involuntary moan as his son continued to violate him. He watched in horror as Peter practically ripped his shirt off, before leaning down and kissing his father on the lips. Jeff tried to push him away but found his new body too weak.

"P...Peter, please" He managed to cry out once Peter broke their lips apart. "T-this is wrong. I-I'm your Fath-umph!" Jeff found himself cut off once more, as Peter stuffed his mouth with something. It took him a minute to realise it was one of Peter's socks.

"Are you my father? Or are you a big titted slut who wore a bikini to baseball practise?" Peter teased, attempting to gaslight Jeff a little, "Because you look like the slut from here"

Peter continued his ****, tearing Jeff's bikini top away, revealing the creamy tits hidden beneath. He leaned down and started to suckle one, causing Jeff's moans to grow louder. At the same time he navigated a hand down to his fly and undid it, giving his growing erection room to breath. Jeff's eyes widened as he felt his son push the growing bulge against his new pussy, his mind filling with horrible images of what is to come.

Jeff looked around, **** for something, anything, that could get him out of this. Unfortunately there wasn't much around. They were in an empty baseball field, and the bat he had been holding had been thrown far away during Peter's initial ****. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a black square just inches away from his head. THE BOOK! He though, relieved. Peter must've thrown it away and not noticed where it went.

Jeff slowly started moving his arm up towards the book, wary not to alarm Peter. If he got a hold of the book, who knows what he'd do. He started stretching nearer, edging closer he almost had it, it was so close, so near, he could feel it, he was getting it, he almost had it-