You were a 20 year old man named Kyle living with your parents, Tina and Reece. Tina was on a work trip and wouldn’t be back for weeks, so the only other one in the house to try this strange machine on would be your father, Reece.
“Since I’m using it on a man I guess I should switch it to male mode,” you said aloud.
You also flipped a switch labeled “reality,” from on to off. You didn’t think a machine had any place normalizing anything.
Your dad was taking a cat nap on the couch this afternoon and you decided that now was as good a time as any. You fired a pink beam from the cubic device where the lens points out and it perfectly hit Reece while he slept.
“How do I know it worked?” You asked to no one in particular. You decided to give your dad a quick shake. He awoke and smiled at you.
“How’s my handsome son doin’?” Reece asked taking a quick stretch in a cutesy way. This was not the usual demeanor of your father. Reece was a hairy, muscular man with black hair and a full beard and mustache. He was known for being a man’s man and very tough. You were a lot like him but with much less muscle, body hair, and toughness.
“I’m okay. How’s my favorite dad?” You asked, happy at your dad’s new great attitude. This slut machine was working wonders.
Reece got up and examined what he was wearing. A pair of boring striped boxers that did nothing to accentuate his muscular form.
“Well I would be doing better if I had something to feel sexier in. Do you have any underwear I could borrow?” Asked your dad.
“Sure dad,” you said, curious as to how he would make use of your underwear when you wore medium and he wore large.
“Wait right here,” he said.
Your dad came back in a minute in a pair of your tighty whities. You were surprised he fit into them but his ass and crotch were filling them to the brim. He looked hot as fuck.
“How do I look?” Asked Reece, desperate for your approval.
“You look grea—,” you were interrupted by your dad, saying, “—Hold that thought. Let me get my phone for it’s camera.”
Reece bent down in front of you, searching for his cellphone in the couch. You knew it was right on the coffee table, but you didn’t say anything because you were enjoying your dad’s big ass in front of you. He stretched deeper to the couch, now pressing his dilfy ass into your crotch, despite your growing boner in your pants.
“I just can’t find it, Kyle,” said your dad while wiggling his butt into your crotch. Safe to say your dad had been made into a slut. And you were enjoying every minute of his new personality.