I stay home to find out what dad did with Taro.

Note: Resistant Path

"S-sorry daddy." I answer not daring to look up at him, my heart hammers. What if he changes me even more, what if he knows I stole his tablet

"*Pfft*... Don't worry champ," Daddy reassures patting me on the shoulder, "I'm sure someday you'll be MAN enough to come to church."
My cheeks burn while I remain seated in the sticky chair with a bowl of mostly my clear cum coating a thin layer of cereal. I don't know who this person that claims to be my dad is or what he actually plans to do, but I certainly am not going to let him get away with it.

I pass by dad on the stairs as the two make their way to the garage, Mari clinging to his arm wearing a vinyl pink nun outfit that covers nothing. My bratty sister had always been a bratty bimbo but she had never tripped me while on the stairs like she did now.

"Now. Now Princess don't hurt our little CHAMP." Dad chuckles scolding Mari softly and causing her to whine that he's bullying her along with me.

All I can do is pick myself up and slowly creep up the stairs ignoring the wet spot on my underwear and the throbbing of my knees.

Sitting on my bed I try the best clean myself up, managing to slip into loose fitting pants and a fresh pair of boxers.

When I get a text from my friend telling me he'll be there in 5 I contemplate reversing dad's changes, but curiosity gets the better and instead I check out "Abi" finding that mom's intelligence is set to deep red territory. A couple skills lists shows she actually is practically a master cook but the ! next to it warns that her intelligence is to low to even butter toast let alone make it.

I didn't notice it at first but she also seems to have a relationship lists showing it remarkably devoid of friends that I , but oddly her affection for me is maxed, her and "dad's" relationship is simply listed as "fuck toy" and has an obedience slider set to max.

Taro's arrival is heralded by the doorbell ringing and then a flurry of texts that I don't have time to look at. Mom unsurprisingly is still in the kitchen, propped against a cabinet fingering herself.

The door practically flies open as soon as I start to open if finding Taro thankfully unchanged. The same scrawny short guy in nerdy clothes and the same stupid black jacket.

"Taro, thank god." I sigh feeling a sense of relief and not realizing it seems I'm the only one.

"Took you long enough, quickshot." Taro uncharacteristically teases gently patting my crotch sending my still hypersensative dicklette soiling my fresh pants.

"C-careful," I timidly plea it starting to dawn on me that something is wrong.

"Don't fucking talk back to me." The nerd growls shoving past me and walking into the kitchen, where I find him starting to pull his cock out while speaking slow, "Mrs. Doe, you, want, cock?"

"Oh ehm gee! Yez." Mom practically screams while I slam the door shut. I find her slipping in her own squirting, completely oblivious to Taro's chuckles.

"Come on, John break out the condoms." Taro scolds offering his hand.

"C-condoms?" I ask confused, why would he expect me to have condoms for him, we had always brought our own when using mom.

"Jesus, did you catch your moms stupidity. You don't really expect me to provide condoms AND a show." Taro scolds giving me a glare that causes my dicklette to twitch and heart to hammer.