The Curse's demands.

Your father pulls down his pajama pants, revealing his erect cock. You can't take your eyes off it. You need to touch it, have it inside you. But that male part of you inside your mind screams out in terror and revulsion. You know what's about to happen and you simply can't believe it. Part of you desperately needs to feel your father inside you, to take your innocence. But part of you screams at you that this is wrong, that this is your father and that you are his son.

You cannot move, your gaze never leaving your father's swaying manhood as he crosses the room and climbs onto your bed, kneeling over you. You shrink back, fear and confusion filling you. He grabs your thighs and pushes them apart as far as he can. He looks down and you know he's looking at your pink, little jinny. He pushes himself between your legs, pinning you down. You feel his hand gripping his shaft, positioning himself at your tight entrance.

You squirm beneath him, balling your fists and beating him on the back. You're crying, begging for him to stop and he keep saying over and over that he's sorry. You don't care. You don't want to be fucked, **** by your father. The male side climbs to the top of your mind and screams its challenge. You want your old life back.

But then he slides inside you and everything changes. You fall silent, your mind wiped. You gape and suck in air in a long silent gasp as your fists unclench. You dig your fingernails into his back. Your body shakes and you feel your walls clamp down around your father as tight as they can.

He's filling you. Slowly filling you with a singly, long, slow stroke. He feels huge, too big. You feel yourself stretching around him. It's too much.

His tip bumps you deep inside. He's reached your hymen. He doesn't slow or pause and after a moment's resistance the inevitable happens. You release your breath in a yelping gasp as you quiver in pain. But your father doesn't stop.

He doesn't stop until he's all the way inside you. Then he retreats just as slow, before sliding back into you. You hold him as tight to you as you can, his hands squeezing onto your bum, stretching your cheeks apart. His pace never wavers and you eyes flutter closed. You hear the slick sound of your juices being squeezed out around your father's dick. You feel them flowing down your crack to pool in the creases beneath you.

He growls now and you feel him grow inside you. "I'm going to ejaculate now. Is that what you want? Are you sure that you want me to?"
Too lust filled to think, you reply with the only answer that matters. The only answer possible. "Nnn! Nnn! Nnn...Fill me! Fuck my little slit!"

He pushes into you one last time, before filling you with his hot sticky semen. You feel it and it blows your mind. Literally. You can feel that final, tiny part of you, still screaming that this is wrong, that you are male; get washed away on a tidal wave of bliss. And in a final clear moment you understand that Tony Patterson, son and boy, is dead. You are now Toni Patterson, daughter and slut and all that matters is sex. The curse has done its job.

Then you know no more as waves of joyous darkness wash over you and you ass out to the sound of your own ecstatic screams.