Transforms the uncle into a cuckold

John jumped up sharply from the couch as soon as Clark roared. His heart sank — that huge, rough mechanic had always scared the shit out of him. Ebby blinked in surprise with her long lashes, still holding the fork with a piece of pie in her hand.

"Johnny?" she said softly, tilting her head.

But Clark was already advancing threateningly, his heavy work boots stomping loudly. His powerful figure with the beer belly and broad shoulders almost filled the entire doorway. The scar above his eye looked especially menacing, fists clenched tight.

New memories flashed in John’s head: Ebby really did flirt with him often when Clark was at work. Clark would lose his shit, yelling that one day he’d “smash that little punk’s head on the countertop and wipe the floor with him,” but he always forgave his beloved wife in the end. He could hate John as much as he wanted, but Ebby was sacred to him (which wasn’t the case before John’s snap — he remembered how they used to fight a lot).

When Clark was just two steps away — close enough for John to smell motor oil and sweat — the guy panicked and shouted:

"You pathetic cuck!"

And snapped his fingers.

Clark froze mid-step. His eyes widened, and then his body began changing right before their eyes.

First, his face. The thick black beard and mustache vanished, leaving his skin smooth. His sharp features remained, the scar above his eye still there, but now his face showed a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. His lips parted slightly, and a shy but pleased smile spread across his face.

His hair stayed short and dark. His body kept its muscular frame — broad shoulders, strong arms, powerful torso — but now it all looked ridiculous in the new context. His work clothes started transforming rapidly. The blue jeans and plaid shirt melted away, turning into black fishnet stockings that went up to his thighs, shiny black high-heeled shoes, and a tiny pink shiny microskirt that barely covered anything. Under the skirt appeared a tiny pink lacy bra stretched tightly over his broad muscular chest. His small 2-centimeter cock was already rock hard — pathetic, pink, and barely noticeable.

Clark (now fully transformed) slowly sank onto the couch, his legs spreading wide on their own. The microskirt rode up completely, exposing his tiny cock. With one hand he awkwardly grabbed his 2-cm dick with two fingers and started slowly jerking it, staring straight ahead. His other hand rested on his fishnet-covered thigh. His face was bright red with shame, but his eyes sparkled with excitement. He looked humiliated but strangely satisfied.

"Oh…" he breathed out quietly in his new, slightly trembling voice.

Ebby turned to her husband, not surprised at all. She smiled sweetly and continued stroking John’s head like nothing unusual had happened.

"See, darling? Johnny just came by for a visit," she purred sweetly. "And you, as always, are making a scene. Sit quietly and watch how Aunt Ebby takes care of our boy."

Cuck Clark sat on the couch in his humiliating pose, still slowly jerking his tiny cock with two fingers. His powerful body in women’s lingerie, fishnet stockings, and a hiked-up microskirt made for a pathetic yet arousing sight. He watched John and Ebby with an expression of deep humiliation mixed with lust, quietly moaning. John wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a heavy breath, and practically collapsed back onto the couch. His heart was still pounding, but now from adrenaline and excitement rather than fear.

Ebby immediately laughed with her bright, feminine giggle and scooted even closer to him. Her huge thigh in the pink dress pressed against his leg, and her heavy 40G tits jiggled softly. She gently placed her satin-gloved hand on his knee and started slowly stroking up and down his thigh.

"Oh, Johnny, why did you get so worked up?" she purred, fluttering her long lashes. "It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen Clarky like this, sweetie. He’s always been such a sensitive boy, hasn’t he?"

She laughed again, bright and contagious, leaning forward a bit so her cleavage became even deeper. Clark (now Clarky) sat opposite them on the same couch with his legs spread wide in black fishnets. His tiny pink microskirt was completely hiked up, and his small 2-centimeter dick stuck straight up. He jerked himself with two fingers in the same rhythm as Ebby was stroking John, unable to take his eyes off his wife’s hand on another man’s big cock.

"God… it’s so big…" Clarky whispered quietly, almost reverently. His face burned with shame and arousal, the scar above his eye standing out against his flushed cheeks. "Keep going, darling… show Johnny how skilled you are…"

Ebby noticed John relaxing and her gloved hand slid higher up his thigh, almost touching his crotch.

"See, sweetie? Clarky doesn’t mind at all," she whispered tenderly in his ear, breathing hot air against it. "He loves it when I take care of my favorite nephew. Don’t you, Clarky?"

Clarky nodded shyly, still slowly jerking his tiny cock with two fingers. His powerful body in pink lingerie and fishnets looked both ridiculous and incredibly arousing.

"Yes, dear, I love watching," he answered loudly with a smile, never taking his eyes off his wife’s hand approaching John’s zipper. "Johnny can do whatever he wants with you!"

Ebby nodded approvingly at Clarky and blew him a kiss with her bright red plump lips. He replied with a shy but excited smile, continuing to slowly stroke his pathetic 2-centimeter dick with two fingers. Then she focused completely on John. Her white satin-gloved hand confidently unzipped his pants, skillfully pulled out his fully hard, throbbing cock, and wrapped around the base. The smooth, cool fabric of the glove felt incredibly good against his skin.

"Mmm… there it is, my favorite," Ebby purred, looking at John’s hard cock with a tender, almost motherly smile.

She started stroking him slowly and skillfully. Her long fingers in satin gloves slid up and down the entire length of the shaft — first gently, barely touching, then more confidently and tightly. Her second hand joined in, lovingly stroking the head and spreading the leaking precum. John felt shivers run all over his body from the exquisite, silky sensation.

Ebby chuckled softly with her ringing laugh, watching his reaction.

"Oh, Johnny, I love it when you enjoy my touch so much," she purred, speeding up her movements. "I’m a good aunt, aren’t I? The most caring one…"

"Ah… yes, Aunt Ebby…" John breathed out, leaning back on the couch and involuntarily spreading his legs wider.

Ebby leaned closer, her massive 40G tits spilling out of the deep cleavage and swaying softly in time with her hand movements. The gloves rustled quietly as they gripped his hot, hard cock. She would squeeze tighter at the base, then gently twist her palm around the head, then run her fingers along the frenulum, making John twitch with pleasure.

Clarky sat right across from them, legs spread wide in black fishnets. His tiny pink microskirt was fully hiked up, and his small dick stood at attention. He jerked himself with two fingers in the same rhythm as Ebby stroked John, staring intently at his wife’s hand on another man’s big cock.

Ebby smiled even wider, not stopping her hand movements. She leaned down a bit and spat on the head of John’s cock to make it slicker, then gripped it again with both gloved hands and started stroking faster and harder, while her other hand gently massaged his balls.

"Look, Clarky, how much your nephew is enjoying himself," she said sweetly, never taking her eyes off John. "And you just sit there and jerk your pathetic little nub… like always."

Clarky moaned from humiliation and arousal, speeding up the movements of his fingers on his tiny cock, and nodded, unable to look away.

Ebby continued working her satin-gloved hands slowly and skillfully. The smooth fabric slid up and down John’s hot, throbbing cock, sometimes squeezing tight at the base, sometimes gently circling her palm around the head and spreading the thick precum. She leaned closer, her massive 40G tits heaving heavily in the deep cleavage, almost spilling out, while her voluminous blonde hair got slightly messy from the motion.

"That’s it, my good boy…" she purred tenderly in that caring, motherly Stepford wife voice. "I’m always happy to take care of you. Just relax, sweetie, and let Aunt make you feel good. You know how much I love it when my favorite nephew feels nice…"

She sped up one hand while the other lovingly massaged his balls, gently squeezing them through the glove. Her bright red lips were parted in a sweet smile, and her eyes looked at John with adoration and eagerness to please.

John, completely lost in the sensations, breathed heavily and finally groaned:

"Aunt… you’re such a great fucking slut…"

At that exact second, Ebby squeezed his hard cock tighter at the base, stopping her movements for a moment. She looked up — strict but playfully so, with a hint of reproach in her big eyes. Her plump red lips formed a displeased but extremely sexy pout. With her free satin-gloved hand she wagged a manicured finger sternly in front of his face.

"Johhhhnny!" she drew out in a high but strict tone of a proper Stepford wife. "Watch your language, young man! That’s not nice to say about your aunt. I’m a well-bred lady, not some… ugh, I don’t even want to say that word. I’m not your mother, after all."

Despite the stern scolding, her gloved hand never stopped caressing his cock. On the contrary — she started stroking him again, now even more skillfully and tightly, as if punishing him. The glove rustled quietly as it slid along the spit- and precum-slick shaft.

John just nodded obediently, feeling his arousal spike even higher from her words and actions.

"Yes, Aunt Ebby… sorry…"

"Good boy," she softened immediately, smiling her perfect sweet smile again. Her hand sped up, now working his full length with purpose. "Good boys get more attention from Aunt. And bad boys… well, Aunt always finds a way to discipline them."

A quiet, horny moan came from Clarky on the opposite side of the couch. He kept sitting with his legs spread wide in fishnet stockings, microskirt hiked up, his tiny 2-cm cock pinched between two fingers. He was jerking off in time with his wife’s movements, unable to look away from her gloves working John’s big cock. The former veteran’s face burned with humiliation and pleasure.

Ebby felt John’s cock start pulsing harder and his body tense up in anticipation of orgasm. She suddenly smiled cutely and pulled back completely, leaving his hard, wet cock twitching in the air.

"Oh no, it’s still too early, sweetie," she purred in a caring tone.

Ebby gracefully climbed fully onto the couch. Her huge dress rode all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her massive juicy bubble butt and smooth long legs. She quickly and deftly yanked John’s jeans and underwear down to his ankles, fully freeing his thighs and hard cock.

John looked at her questioningly, breathing hard. Ebby just playfully pointed a manicured finger in the satin glove at her feet in the pink high heels.

"We need to hurry, darling. School hasn’t been canceled, after all. And we can’t have you showing up to class all dirty and unkempt. Aunt Ebby always takes care of her boy."

She sat more comfortably, turning sideways, and lifted both legs. The pink high-heeled shoes were still on. Ebby skillfully slipped them off and tossed them aside, baring her perfect feet. Her soles were flawless — soft, well-groomed, with bright red pedicure and long toes.

Ebby pressed both her warm, smooth feet against John’s cock. At first she simply squeezed it between her soles. The skin was hot and silky. Then she began slowly moving her feet up and down, massaging the shaft.

"There we go… relax, Johnny," she purred tenderly, looking him in the eyes. "Aunt will take care of you quickly but properly."

Her movements grew more confident. Her right foot slid along the top of John’s cock, her toes gently playing with the head and squeezing it lightly, while her left foot worked the lower part and his balls — softly massaging, stroking, and pressing them. She would squeeze his cock tighter between her soles, creating a firm, warm pressure, then loosen up, running her smooth sole along the entire length and spreading the precum.

Ebby leaned forward a little, causing her giant 40G tits to nearly spill out of her dress, and sped up her foot movements. Now she was actively jerking his cock with her feet — up and down, with a slight twisting motion, sometimes pinching the head between her big and index toes. John’s cock slid between her perfect feet, leaving wet streaks on her skin.

"Mmm, it’s so hot and hard…" she commented lovingly, keeping that caring tone. "Aunt Ebby will make sure you cum nice and clean and satisfied. You wouldn’t want to sit through lessons with full balls, would you, sweetie?"

Clarky opposite them moaned loudly, jerking his tiny cock faster with two fingers. His eyes were glued to his wife’s feet working John’s big dick.

Ebby kept confidently working her perfect feet, squeezing John’s hot, throbbing cock between her soles. Her smooth feet slid up and down the full length of the shaft while her skilled toes with bright red pedicure gently squeezed and caressed the head. She arched her back slightly for better control, making her massive ass stick out even more from under the hiked-up pink dress.

"Oh, Johnny…" she purred in her sweet, caring voice, never stopping the footjob. "Aunt Ebby just adores feeling your big, hard cock with her little feet… Mmm, it’s so warm… so firm and thick. I love how it throbs and jumps between my soft soles. It’s only right when a good aunt helps her boy empty his balls before school…"

She picked up the pace, now working both feet actively. Her right heel pressed against the base of the shaft while her left slid over the head, her toes constantly squeezing the sensitive skin. John’s cock glistened with precum that was smeared all over her smooth soles and between her toes.

"That’s it… come on, sweetie, fuck Aunt’s feet," she whispered, looking him in the eyes with an innocent smile. "Can you feel how my soft little soles are gripping you? They were made to please you, Johnny…"

John couldn’t hold back anymore. The pressure was building with every second. Ebby felt it and squeezed his cock tighter between her feet, speeding up into a fast, rhythmic sliding motion.

"Cum for me, my good boy… Cum on Aunt’s feet…" she cooed gently.

John groaned loudly and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from him and splattered all over Ebby’s feet and shins. White drops ran down her smooth tanned skin, staining her bright red pedicure and thin stockings.

At the same moment, Clarky let out a loud, pathetic groan. His tiny 2-cm cock twitched between his fingers and he came weakly — a few thin spurts of cum dribbled onto his own fishnet stockings. The former veteran sat with his legs spread wide, face burning red with shame and pleasure, breathing heavily while staring at his wife’s cum-covered feet.

Ebby smiled softly, slowly lowered her feet and gave John a tender, deep kiss on the lips — gently pushing her tongue into his mouth for a few seconds.

"Good boy," she whispered, pulling away. "Now you’re clean and satisfied."

She quickly and skillfully pulled his underwear and jeans back up, zipped them, and neatly adjusted his clothes like a mother sending her son off.

"Run along to school, Johnny. And don’t be too late. Aunt Ebby will be waiting for you this evening."

John, still a bit unsteady on his feet, stood up and headed for the door. Already on the threshold, he turned around to say goodbye.

"Bye, Aunt Ebby… Bye, Clarky."

At that moment he saw the final picture: Ebby was gracefully sitting on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, while Clarky was already on his knees in front of her in his fishnet stockings and microskirt. Bent over, he greedily licked John’s thick cum off his wife’s feet and shins. His tongue carefully collected every drop, his face showing complete humiliated bliss.

Ebby noticed John’s look, smiled cutely and waved at him with her satin-gloved hand.

"Bye, sweetie! Come by anytime you want Aunt to help you with that cock again!"