In the morning, it took two rounds in the shower before I felt sated and… clean. Part of me was shocked and ashamed of what I’d done. The other, more powerful part was already trying to think up ways to try it again.
When I eventually told Terri–yes, I tell her everything. She wanted to know every detail in vivid color. She got so horny during class that she dropped her phone, nearly exposing the text messaging trail we’d had going for the past three classes. She wanted that much detail.
Terri tried to get me to go to the bathroom with her, but I knew where that would lead, so I told her I didn’t want to get my clothes dirty like last time. She growled in frustration and went by herself. Later, she came back to class very flushed but more relaxed.
Terri was impressed by my newfound boldness. She introduced me to some folks who eventually led me to acquire my new body changes.
I borrowed clothes from Thomas that were baggy enough to hide my “growth spurt” around the house for a week or so until I was eventually found out by my mom (my new body, not my cock.) She immediately took me shopping.
My mom seemed relieved, saying her genes had finally pushed my dad’s aside so I could grow into a real woman. Heh, if only she knew.
I was pretty careful with my new wardrobe. While my new accessory was solo… OK, I guess I should explain that part at least. When I got the cock, it was basically as if my clit had just expanded. I still had the rest of my lady parts and couldn’t decide if I was happy or relieved with not having balls. I hadn’t really specified in the deal. On the one hand, I really wanted to know what that felt like, but on the other hand, I didn’t have to worry about sitting on them or anything.
Also, it seemed my parents hadn’t so much as blinked about what happened that night. Apparently, neither one talked that much. My dad was happy he’d gotten a blowjob, and Mom had a peaceful shower. I guess they didn’t want to jinx it. Whatever.
Now, all I had to do was figure out a way to get my dad to want me enough to risk bedding me, and I had absolutely no idea how to make that happen. Luckily, I had a friend just as depraved as I was.
Terri had been trying to get me to fuck her since I’d acquired my new appendage. I’d been stubbornly holding off, mainly to tease the shit out of her. Trust me, she has it coming. You should see some of the crap she’s done to me. We had a sorta, love-hate relationship sometimes.
Now Terri had an idea. It seems my daddy fetish had lit something inside her. She now wanted to try my dad’s dick as much as she wanted mine. I told you, she’s a degenerate… and my bestest friend.
Her idea was to seduce my dad and have me join in or at least watch while she rode him into the ground. I had to admit, the idea got me both hard and wet at the same time.
Oh yeah, in case you were wondering, I’d played with my new cock… a lot already. I can’t count the number of times I’d felt my own hot cum splattering across the skin of my stomach, breasts, and once, when I was really horny, my face! Apparently, an abundance of cum and erections came with the futa package. As soon as I’d hosed myself down, I was ready to go again if I wanted. I swear, I felt just like the hentai I’d been thinking of when I made the deal. Oh, and my cum is amazing, I could drink that stuff out of a glass. But I digress.
Terri’s plan was all well and good, but, as usual, fate intervened first… well, I did actually. I’d planned on having Terri come over for a sleepover the following weekend, where she’d start all her diabolical plans. Mom was supposed to be gone on an overnight training for work that night (I wish I could spy on her; I just know she’s cheating–I’m one to talk, right?), so it would be perfect.
But, the next day, my libido had other plans.
It was just Dad and me in the house, and I was desperately horny. I think my new cock had doubled my horny factor or something cause rubbing one out by myself didn’t seem to scratch the itch I constantly felt now.
I considered a plethora of plans, including leaving the bathroom door ajar when Dad just happened to walk by, you know, the normal internet porn spiel. Instead, I went for a different tactic… truth–after a fashion.
“Hey, Dad?” I asked, finding him in his study.
He quickly shut his laptop… a little too quickly.
“What’s up, sweetie?”
“Um… Can I talk to you a minute?” I asked.
“Sure, what’s up?” he said.
“Well, it’s kinda embarrassing… no, it’s a lot embarrassing,” I did the whole squirming on the spot routine.
“It’s alright, you can tell me anything,” he offered in the stereotypical way parents lie to you.
“Really?” I said as he nodded. “Well, you know… it’s about… my body.”
I saw his flinch a little. In my experience, boys tended to shy away from “girl stuff.”
“OK,” he said cautiously.
“Well, as you know, I’ve had a bit of a growth spurt,” I said, watching him automatically give me the old elevator eyes. I know he knew my body had changed; I’d caught him looking more than once since the change. I’d even seen him glancing into my room when I’d left the door cracked… not that I’d ever do that on purpose. I was now positive he had me in mind when he was looking at his daughter porn sites.
“Yes, you’ve flowered into a very beautiful woman,” he said.
I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing at the word flowered. My dad was right out of an 80’s sitcom.
“Well, I have some questions,” I tried to put on the innocent voice that so many men wanted to hear in the porn we both watched.
My dad looked a bit flustered. “Don’t you think your mom would be a better source?”
*Mom’s a bitch and wouldn’t–* The thought popped into my head then, and I had to push it way down as something to think about later.
“Actually, Dad…” I said, and suddenly, I felt a strange panic. Was I really going to do this? If I did this, there’d be no turning back. What if he didn’t like me, really? What if I’d misread the whole thing?
My dad, bless him, misread my hesitation.
“Never mind, honey. Tell me what’s up. I’ll help any way I can, honest.” The earnest look in his eyes broke through my hesitation.
In a sudden burst of “now or never,” I did it. I pulled the top of my shorts down, revealing my semi-hard cock. Had Dad not always been there for me, supporting me, I doubt I would have had the courage to take this plunge.
“This dad, I need help with this,” I said, feeling an unusual burning sensation in my cheeks. I didn’t blush, I was a pretty forward hussy. I never got embarrassed. But, as I stood there in front of my father with my new girl cock slowly growing in my hand, I felt my cheeks on fire.
“Wha–” my dad stammered.
“It came with the rest, Dad. Everything sorta grew out, my boobs, my hips, my… cock,” I said, trying to bring back the innocent tone but faltering as my cock was growing larger the longer my dad stared at it.
“But… how?” was all he seemed capable of saying, all the while never taking his eyes off my member.
“I don’t know, but I definitely can’t talk to Mom about this. Unless she’s also has a–”
“No,” my dad said firmly. “She’s not got one of those,” he said. I swear I saw drool coming from the corner of his mouth.
My cock was fully erect now and starting to throb. I knew I was bigger than my father and wondered what was going through his head. Did he want to touch it? Did he want to suck me off? Would he if I asked?
I couldn’t help it; as my thoughts ran away with me, I stroked my cock just a little.
“Dad, this thing gets in the way so much. I had to buy special clothes just to accommodate it. Is it supposed to do this all the time? I mean, I know it’s supposed to when you like someone, but I get it all the time!” I whined.
I glanced down and could see his own pants were starting to tent. As I watched him squirm, I noticed the first hint of precum coming from the head of my cock.