Gives you a creamy lunch

"Summer," his voice beckons, your father watching you as you slowly picked at your food. His voice makes you nearly jump, as you shoot a glance at the man who you had trusted and love just a short time ago.

"Please- no," you seem to mutter, hesitantly begging to be spared from whatever plan your father had concocted for you.

"Come here," he commands.

Your stomach nearly drops as your brain flashes warning signals. Even so, you nervously get up, your feet like cinder blocks dragging across sandpaper.

As you near him, your father stands up. It felt like he towered over you, even more so than when you were a man. You simply stared at those eyes, lustfully analyzing each inch of your tight, new body. You were prey to a powerful predator.