Jess's body was on fire. She burned with desire and sexual energy. Henry wanted her, he wanted to fuck her. He didn't care about 'messy folds', it didn't matter to him. She was so elated.
Her face and ears tingled, her horniness and masturbation had brought on another bout of the Cabin's changes. Though she had not cum to lock them in yet. Two, pink, long, wide, hairless ears stick out from the side of her head; human ears replaced. The new muscles to control them had grown in too; at first they twitched and swivelled uncontrollably. But it hadn't taken long for Jess to get the hang of it.
Already she could control them, turning and twisting them to the sources of sound. It amazed her how sensitive the ears were, amplifying any sounds she pointed them at. Right now she had them flipped forward; the thumping of her father's heart was as loud as a deep drum. Not a bad change, useful even. This one was certainly worth the ability to control to whom she lost her virginity.
She heard Henry's heart skip a few beats as she stepped forward placing one leg either side of one of his.
Henry was so close he could smell his little girl, could feel the heat radiating from her body. It was intoxicating, he was already ready to explode. He looked her up and down again, naked from the hip down, pale soft legs, dainty feet, beautiful flower framed in sparse auburn curls. Her midriff and breasts were still covered by her tee, he wanted to see all of her. He reached out, grabbing the bottom of her shirt's hem. At that moment her ears swivelled around and she stiffened. She looked around panicked, and in a flurry scooped, up her fallen dungarees.
She was already moving to the large 3-man couch at the far side of the room when Henry heard the cause of her panic. Footsteps, heavy on the wood of the hallway floor.
Only a few heartbeats later, enough time for Jess to duck down between the wall and the couch, the doorhandle turned and the living room door opened. Standing silhouette was Joan.
Joan, his wife.
Good god, what was happening!? Had he seriously almost fucked his daughter. Shame flooded him again.
"Joan!" He called, she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. He could see she had abandoned her boots for the night and was stepping around on her hooves.
"James?" He queried as she turned back. "Oh he's fine. I've left him sleeping in our bed."
'Our bed', as if this was their home.
She stepped in, holding her hands in front of her at the waist. "And Jess?" She asked. Henry paused a moment, "In bed." he finally lied, careful in execution to not say anything untoward.
She seemed to relax a little and came in.
"Honey, I'm sorry." She started. Henry gave her a confused look. "I haven't been giving you enough attention. It's this place. It had me frazzled, terrified. It took me fussing over James to remember we're a family. But, I think I'm okay... for now at least."
She stepped forward, now standing where Jess had, only moments before, taken her clothes off. His stomach jumped to his throat at the thought.
"It must be tough for you. No talking, no outlet, and a wife who's mind is elsewhere. Keeping things from you. Not now though." she stepped forward again.
"I need to show you something. Why I've been distant. It happened early and I've been afraid since." She now stepped into reaching distance of Henry.
She reached down and grabbed her dress, hoisting it up. Henry's heart leaped to his throat as the rising dress revealed a stubby, fat, pink cock, standing to attention from his wife's crotch. Heavy balls dangling hanging underneath.