Goth Futa Dad

Wanting to put his new equipment into action, John thought about who might be home.

John’s mom was out of town and staying with his aunt for a week, and since she brought along his brother and sister, the only person in the house aside from himself was likely his father, Grant.

Grant was a tall and sturdy fellow. He usually spent his weekends doing nothing but drinking beer and watching TV, but he wasn’t an unpleasant guy. He just didn’t do anything if he didn’t have to, and since he worked long hours at a construction company, no one could really blame the man.

However, something told John that his dad’s Saturday was about to become pretty active.

After sliding his briefs back on, John chuckled at the obscene bulge that his cock was producing. Now that he was as hard as a rock, he wasn’t able to bunch it up in the front of his underwear, so instead he tucked it down the left leg. It’s twitching mass was so long that his head was sticking out from the bottom of the briefs, drooling a thin line of clear seed.

As he neared the living room, John spotted Grant right where he expected him to be.

Sitting in his large, cushy recliner, John’s dad was in the middle of cracking open his second beer before noon as he leaned back in its seat. His face was scruffy and strong, his large arms and sizable beer belly were straining the gray T-shirt on his frame, and his cargo shorts were doing a fine job of keeping his tree-trunk thighs covered.

John wondered how he would react if the young man just strutted out into the living with his big dick bulging proudly out in the open, but he figured it’d be better if he made an adjustment or two to his dad first.

John snapped his fingers and watched what he could see of the man’s body change right before his eyes.

Hewas still about 6ft tall, but all of the fat and muscle from his body quickly vanished, and aside from his cock, every manly feature he had retracted and softened into that of a woman’s. His short, dirty blonde hair became styled into a jet black pixie cut, and all traces of hair below his crown vanished completely. Black metal piercings appeared in his ears, tongue, nipples, and the head of his cock. His waist shrunk while his ass swelled into a wide, heart-shaped mini shelf. Two large breasts, each about the size and shape of cantaloupes, grew from his narrow chest.

Grant’s clothes shifted and reformed around his gothic bimbo body as well, his top changing into a tight black tube top that showed off plenty of cleavage while his shorts shrunk into a pair of frayed short shorts connected to a set of fishnet stockings that went all the way down to his shiny black 6” heels. The lips on his pretty face swelled as well, and permanently became a matte black color.

Sitting in the recliner was still a man at heart and with the according pronouns, but now had the body of a goth bombshell in her early twenties.

Aside from his physical appearance, Grant was still Grant. He was just completely unaware of the changes to his body. John tinkered with his mind a bit too, but that was just to make it so that his sexy dad would be easy to get in the sack.

With that, John walked out of the hallway to confront Grant.