“I can’t stop it!” Brenden repeated, staring pleading with his wild feral eyes back to his stepfather Rick. Rick merely snorted as those desperate yet submissive eyes glared at him for some instant cure to this tragedy or a good fuck.
“No!” Rick shouted, stepping back a few feet , “Stay away from me!” Rick thought of the permanent changes from last night. Somewhere in his panic-stricken and aroused mind he deduced the equation that more sex equaled more lasting changes and this time he couldn’t guarantee that he would come out pretty in the end.
He could feel the bull rage inside him, begging to dominate. He also felt Brendan’s original Sasquatch meme lurking inside of him. Somehow, last night he had taken that from his son when he ravaged the kid. He had managed to win the long-standing fight for male dominance between them forcefully.
It was only fitting that Brenden’s new form was that of a pussy. As Brenden lay on his knees and elbows with his rear to Rick he lifted his now long, lion-like tail into the air flicking the wispy tip and jutted his ass out, “Please Dad…” he said with a low moan, still seeming to be asking for two very different things.
Rick couldn’t stop snorting as he watched his son change. He drooled as he saw the young man’s genitals swell and the hair covering his body become thick as more and more sprout out of it until it wasn’t really body hair but a shaggy coat of fur.
Rick looked down to notice his own member as fully erect and already lubing itself with much more pre than he could ever manage as a human. He watched in horror as a thick ape-like hand went down to his member and started stroking it methodically. He inwardly screamed as another massive hairy hand of his went under to massage his nuts as he could feel them churn out cum to his swelling glands.
Rich watched as his coat grew thicker than before. He watched as thousands of hair sprouted and all the small patches of skin on his body fade away to the forest of fur covering him. Long tufts of hair ridged his arms and legs. He knew he had somehow stolen this away from his now submissive son.
Rick looked at that crack and those feral eyes of his son. Yes, Brenden was truly reliant on him now. Rick's beastly urges mixed with a sort of tribal desire to bestow upon his ward a small gift of his glorious seed.
Rick clutched his head as he tried to push all these bizarre ideas out. He shut his eyes so tight that he saw stars. I’m not really a Minotaur or a Sasquatch or anything like that, he thought. And Brendan isn’t really my lion-man pussy cub to fuck…Just because he’s waving that big muscular butt at me doesn’t mean I have to….I won’t… I won’t…. that big juicy fur-lined bubble butt….No! He’s my son, I need to protect him! He’s my son. Mine. All mine. Arg!
Rick could feel the nubs of bull horns on his head. He knew it would be mere moments before he would loose complete control. He opened his eyes and looked at Brenden. Apparently, Brenden has already given in-- his transformation was almost complete. He must have been some sort of 500 pound man-beast with a lion meme. His face was now an unrecognizable lion’s face with a maw full of sharp teeth. Unrecognizable as the beast was, Rick knew it was Brenden from the wild mane that was still half styled like Brenden’s hair. Brenden’s body had changed completely. Gone once more was the teenager’s lanky frame and it was replaced once more by half a ton of bulging muscle all covered in tawny fur orchestrated with catlike grace and all begging to be fucked. Those pleading yellow orbs shot back to Rick once more.
Rick shut his eyes and ran out of the room, stumbling on the debris. He had to get away. He ran downstairs into the kitchen hoping to reach the back door.
Unfortunately, a familiar voice called out. Fortunately, it wasn’t his wife.
“The back door was unlocked so I let myself in. Here are the tomatoes I said I’d bring ya.” said David as he set a paper bag of home-grown tomatoes on the kitchen counter. David was the next door neighbor and was a pleasantly plump and rather hairy single bachelor that helped out in the community. Everyone loved this kind, warm, gentle man.
He had no idea what hit him.