Getting his newly transformed son out of the house presented itself with three, perhaps three and a half, new challenges the recently de-aged Peter didn’t believe to be an issue. Number one: Despite the cold, harsh bullet of reality that this WAS his former skinny, bookish 16 year old son, who had now flowered into a 19 year old, tan, beef cake, The (for lack of a better word) magic of the cabin still teased and tantalised around the freshly turned 20 year old’s mind and groin. Every jiggle of pectoral flesh, curve of an arse cheek or simple dazed look sent messages to Peter’s neither regions telling him to prime the 10 inch monster and tear apart Will’s arsehole a new right then and there.
Number two: The newly changed Will made point number one even more difficult because whenever he saw a hint of his reflection in any window, shiny surface or worst of all, a mirror, he’d stop for several seconds and stare at himself with a quick. “Hey…hey Pe-Dad, check it.”
He’d then pout his already puffy lips, accenting the vain streak that now split through his very soul and somehow make that porn star face even more alluring, before pulling a most muscular pose, or a double bicep pose, or show off his chest, to himself.
“Fuckin Riiiiiped huh?” He’d grin, raise his eyebrows and let his diminished member bounce and throb to life behind those booty shorts. This went on for several seconds before something would crawl back, some remnant of the old Will would snap his arms down as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Fuck...sorry P-DAD! Dad, Gotta, geta hold of myself...” Which he then did, gripping his crotch with a sultry grin and pumping himself through his shorts. This was only stopped when Peter, on the verge of just taking that dick then and there managed to pull them out of this lust filled haze with the promise of lots of men and women to fool around with in town.
Number three was having to explain this all to his wife and two sons who’d come down to see the de-aged Peter and his himbo hunk of a son struggling towards the front door.
“Just…getting Will some air!” Peter spoke out, pretending everything was fine.
“Alright dear, just make sure you two behave. I want you bringing your cousin Peter back by 1am, OK?” Lila Thayer spoke out as she ushered her two other sones back to their room. That was a relief…sort of. The Cabin’s new reality seemed to have solidified around the other three.
“Bye Mom!” Will spoke with a very bright grin and a wave of a truly large, bulging arm.
Several moments later they were in the family car. Will in the passenger seat, squirming on his impressive, pillowy ass
“Dude…Dad…We gotta get there now…I’m so fuckin’ horny…” It was true, that member had started to grow bigger, filling out those shorts so it was very hard to ignore, a great big beacon that this himbo was ready and raring to go. Peter found himself licking his lips as his mind started to haze and Will tweaked his own nipple, letting out a sensual gasp.
“Gawd…Pete...I…I..FUCK NO!” He shot out an elbow to smash the window, letting some cool air in, soothing the altered pair.
“God damn it Will…What the hell’s going on?!” Peter spoke as he shook his head, turning the key and pulling away.
“Dunno Dad, but the sooner we get into town, the better, don’t know how long…I can hold off.” He panted, a strong finger trailing down between his two large mountain like pecs.