As Dom finished cleaning off the bits of Evan's cum that had splattered on the car and his hands, he put the paper towels down, and, making meaningful eye contact with Evan, stuck a finger in his mouth and slowly sucked it clean. Evan went red, and Dom grinned.
"You taste sweet, Evvie," he said, giving Evan an odd look, "I usually don't go down on guys, but I'd make an exception. You take supplements or something? For real, this stuff tastes nice..."
For a moment, Evan wasn't sure how to respond. The sight of his own son looming over him, licking the cum from his new cock off of his finger, was enough to make his recently drained dick almost stir to life again. His arousal faded, though, when he took in what Dom — Dominic, he corrected himself — had actually said.
"I taste...sweet?" he managed.
"Yeah, and all tingly," Dominic said, licking another finger off and giving him a curious look.
Finishing up with the rest of the paper towels, Dom shrugged, and got out of the car. Evan followed, mind whirring. What had Dom asked, if he'd eaten anything weird? He tried to think back...the new transformation changed a lot, but surely it didn't make his cum "tingly," whatever that meant.
Oh. Oh no. The drink. He'd walked into the night club, and the bartender had given him that weird, color changing drink. He knew the tingly feeling Dom had mentioned — he'd felt it while he transformed. What if some of it was still left in his system? Had he had an orgasm since he drank it?
Slowly, he got out of the car two, and followed Dom as he sneaked into the house, careful not to wake anyone else. What had Evan done to his son?