Greg looked on at his daughter with pride and regret. Amber had grown up to be a beautiful girl, very beautiful. She had soft flowing golden hair much like her name, hair that brought out the green in her eyes. She was bountiful in breasts and booty with wide hips and thin waist. She would’ve been the top of the school hierarchy if it weren’t for her shy nervous nature and tendency to dress like a nun, all conservative with long baggy clothes and the such. It was Greg’s own actions to blame for the reserved nature of his baby girl, because she only acted as such because of the dick she was cursed with.
Amber used to be a lively carefree child, but as she eased into her teen years she grew more self conscious about her inhuman body parts, different from man or woman. She had an animal penis, a horse cock and horse balls, while she was still a girl, which was confusing and mind breaking for one in puberty. Now Amber was a loner in her social life, the weird girl who moved funnily, a girl with something to hide. At the age 18 she still hung out with her father, with Greg, when she should be out with friends, or hiding with a boyfriend. Nope, she was fishing with her dad, by the river on a beautiful Friday.
“Well no time like the present, Amber I have something to say,” Greg shifted in his seat to face Amber directly,” You know that I used to be a cheating scumbag right?”
“Yeah, but you and mom sorted it out, and we’re a happy family now. Don’t say that about yourself, you were young and you made mistakes. You’re now the best dad a girl could ask for,” Amber said, with clear bias in her loving tone. Greg felt sad, his daughter loved him and relied on him, when he was the one who had ruined her life even before she was born. To her, Greg had been a father and a friend, and the revelation of the curse was going to break Amber, but he had to give it to her straight now that she was an adult.
“I’m glad you think that of me. I don’t deserve such a good daughter like you,” Greg nervously pulled on his fishing pole as if hoping something would interrupt his revelation, but the line was still,” In my cheating days I met a woman, and she cursed me, rightfully so I now believe, I was a bastard. The strange thing is that it was like one of those fairy tale curses where it affects not the main person but one of their loved ones, to hurt them by proxy. In short my cheating ways curse you, Amber, with a horsecock.” He looked away from his wide eyed daughter and stared into the water filled with something mellow, a sadness that had been in him for a long time.
“Dad, I’m too old to believe in your stories,” Amber clearly believed he was trying to blame himself to give her someone to hate, to ease her pain of an isolated life,” So you’re saying you cheated mom with a witch and the witch cursed me with a dong? What I have in my underwear is a natural mutation, a random uncontrollable occurrence, so don’t blame yourself.”
“Take this, it’s a letter from the woman, I can’t open it but I think you’ll believe me after this,” Greg fished the old letter out of his pocket and gave it to Amber. She opened it and read it,
“Dear Greg’s daughter,
Congratulations due to your father's stupidity you have been blessed with a magic futa curse. This curse will cause you to grow a great penis that will bring you great pleasure and your father great shame. Every time you have sex with a woman you cock will grow 1 inch, but every time you fuck a man your cock will revert to its permanent size. This will cause the man to be slightly feminized compared to how much size was reverted.
From,
A Super Sexy Fantastically Uber Cute Knockout
PS. Every time you take someone's virginity your permanent size goes up 1 inch.”
Amber looked at the letter and then to her father, before busting out laughing. It was so ridiculous that it had to be a joke. “Good one dad, but you’re not the one at fault here, mother nature is. Even if your story is true then the witch is at fault because there should be a better way of teaching a person a lesson other than putting curses on their daughters. Before you say anything, I love you dad, and the past is the past. I know you’re doing this whole charade for me, but don’t degrade yourself like this. If you’re worried about my social life then I promise I’ll change, just you wait,” Amber said with confidence.
Greg knew that Amber only used this tone when she was set in her ways and sat back on the grass in surprise, his heart easing its years-long tension. His daughter still loved him and that was enough. With that matter behind, Greg and Amber fished the day away catching a big swimmer for dinner.