Harry sat there scrolling through the different packages the chronivac had to offer. He could’ve spent all day just imagining ways to alter people or the world. Luckily one transformation package title caught his interest in the midst of exploring all of his seemingly limitless options.
The package that drew his attention was called the false memory package, and it described itself thusly:
“Welcome to the false memories transformation package. Unlike other transformations, which affect the physical observable world, this package simply tampers with one or more people’s memories of the world. Simply write a false memory and a person or multiple people’s name(s) and they will believe that what has been written truly happened or was that way. For instance, writing “Dinosaurs of all types still exist” into someone’s profile would cause them to gain false memories of a life in which they had seen dinosaurs outside. This person would likely be shocked not to find any dinosaurs when they leave their front door.”
He knew this sounded like the first package he really wanted to try with the chronivac. He could make his cousin Dave think that going nude everywhere was the law, or make the manager at the local grocery store believe that everything is to be sold at 99¢.
As Harry was trying to decide, he saw his dad, Pete, napping on the couch snoring his happy middle aged head away. He had always been a little jealous of how masculinity came so easy to Pete. Even now, Pete was in nothing but a pair of light blue briefs, his hairy and muscular body on display for anyone who might happen by.
What if his dad had something to be insecure about with his masculinity too? Having a devious idea, he started writing in the false memories section of his dad’s profile:
“Pete has had a vagina for his entire life.”
After submitting the changes, he wondered if the package had worked at all. His dad was still napping on the couch as if nothing had changed. Then again, to him nothing has changed yet, until he can see that he clearly ‘no longer’ has a vagina.
Pete started stirring on the couch and his eyes opened a bit, “Oh hey son, how’s it going?”
“I’m doin’ fine dad, but there’s a lump in your underwear or something,” said Harry.
“Whaa...?” Pete started. As his eyes adjusted, he saw the lump in the front of his briefs. That was way to big to be his vagina, even on a puffy day. He shot up from the couch to make sure it wasn’t a tumor or something.
Pete pulled down his briefs in the living room right in front of his son to see what was going on with his crotch. He didn’t even notice that his son was having some serious fun watching.
“Oh my god, son! I have a penis!!” said Pete. He helicoptered his little flaccid fifty year old member playfully, as teenage boys do when they first realize they can. Harry got to witness his dad’s genuine reaction to seeing his penis for the first time. It was one of joy, and wonderment.
“That’s great dad, now you’re just like other guys,” he said.
“Maybe so, but I hope this isn’t permanent. I would miss the way my real genitals work,” said Pete, repeatedly pressing his two inch flaccid penis into his body like a button for it to pop out time after time. He noticed his son was watching, he blushed and started to pull up his briefs, saying, “Sorry son, got carried away. It’s not every day that your dad wakes up with new genitals haha.”
“Don’t put it away dad!” Said Harry, then he realized his response was a little overzealous so he dialed it back with an explanation, “I mean...It’s just that I always wanted that father-son moment when a dad teaches his son how to use his equipment after comparing sizes. If it’s cool, I could teach you about your equipment, since you’ve never had a penis.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you felt like that, son. You know, being a man with a vagina, I grew up without that special bonding with my dad too. I wanna be there for you, son,” said Pete, lowering his briefs once again.
Sweet, it had been easier than he thought to get access to his dad’s junk. And the way Pete was acting so bashful about having a dick and balls was both adorable and erotic.
Harry and Pete put their cocks next to each other for comparison. Pete’s was a few inches smaller, but that’s just because Harry was hard.
“Wow son, you’re much bigger than me,” said Pete.
“No dad, it’s just that I’m erect. We’re probably about the same after all is said and done,” he said, pushing his dad’s flaccid penis into his dad’s body with his erection.
“Ohh that feels kinda good, like when I had a vagina...Only I never had a real penis up there. Can you push it any deeper?” Pete asked, blushing.
“No dad,” said Harry, “we don’t want to damage the blood vessels in your penis, you might be stuck with these genitals for life, after all. And besides, you’re kind of getting an erection...”
“Oh my god, my first boner!!” Said Pete excitedly, playing with his ‘new’ meat.
Yeah, your first boner from your son, Harry thought to himself and chuckled internally.
“Wait, did you say this could be permanent??” Asked Pete, distressed despite his arousal, “I might never get fucked again?”
Hearing his dad talk longingly about getting fucked was definitely the highlight of Harry’s day.
“Well dad, those of us men who were born without a vagina get ourselves fucked in a different part of our bodies,” he said, grabbing his dad’s bare hairy ass in case he didn’t get the hint.
“I don’t know son...I think this might be crossing a line to not being just a father son jerk off,” said Pete shyly. He was trying not to give off the intrigue that he was feeling.
“Dad, do you know what a prostate is?” Harry asked.
“Of course, it’s a gland that normally only males have. Since I was born with a vagina I don’t have one,” answered Pete.
“Well dad, now that you have a dick and balls, you have a prostate too. It’s known as the male g-spot. You remember how good it felt to have your g-spot stimulated, right?” Harry continued his line of questioning.
Pete was lost in thought. He remembered just this morning he had fingered his cunt to completion while his wife and son were gone. Just thinking about that orgasm made him curious about this supposed ‘male g-spot’ and if stimulating it could be comparable to that experience.
Pete had many (false) memories of masturbating to thoughts about other men and their penises going inside him. He never let his wife know that he was curious about men because he felt so lucky that she would even be with a man who has a vagina. She never touched his genitals, at least in these fake memories he had. Their sex life consisted of Pete endlessly servicing his wife’s pussy while he was expected to finish himself off. Even the first time she saw him finger himself she said she was turned of and had to leave the room. Sometimes she even had him wear a strap-on to pretend he had a dick. She had no idea that he really wanted to reverse the strap on and plunge it deep inside himself.
Reflecting on how his wife had treated him emboldened Pete. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it was for him to cheat on her. She had never bothered to get him off once in 20 years together. That entitled him to get some dick on the low, even if it was his son’s..
“Alright you can have one ride in this bad boy,” said Pete, grabbing his ample booty with a meaty paw and shaking it at his son.
“Yes!” Said Harry under his breath, pulling a clenched fist back slightly in victory.
He followed his dad who held his hand, leading him to the master bedroom. He watched his dad’s furry and toned ass jiggle as he walked behind him up the stairs thinking about how amazing it was gonna be to be inside of him.
Once in the bedroom, Harry guided his dad through the bottoming process. He lubed his dad’s hole gently while making continuous eye contact. His dad actually started to moan softly from the sensation, his mouth curved into an “o”. Seeing his fifty year old dad getting turned on by him was enough of a gift, but he decided to test the waters further by inserting one, then two fingers.
Pete’s moaning intensified, he wanted so badly to be fucked by his own son. He didn’t know if it was specifically the idea of letting his son fuck him, or years of repressing the urge to cheat on his wife and go get his cunt filled by any good looking man. He felt so sexually neglected, yet here Harry was taking care of him so gently, making up for lost time.
As Pete lay on the bed getting his asshole stretched, his son came in for a kiss. He had already broken down and said it was okay to fuck him, he may as well let Harry steal a kiss or two while they shared a bed. His son’s tongue hungrily invaded his mouth with surprising skill. It was more than skill though, it was passion.
So this is what it was like to make out with someone who actually wanted me, who isn’t disgusted by me, thought Pete. He kissed his son back with more fire than he had planned to, returning the favor by invading his son’s mouth with an equal passion. He ran his fingers roughly through his son’s soft mid length brown hair. It was at this point that he knew, even if Harry failed to penetrate his ass, he would still be game to hook up with him in the future. Even just making out with Harry was one hundred times better than “sex” with his wife, which only consisted of pleasuring her, and weak terrible make out sessions with her.
“Put your legs up by your head, dad,” Harry ordered.
“Yes sir,” said Pete. He was happy to let a man take control.
Harry lined his cock up to Pete’s hole. Before trying to put it in, he took in the gorgeous sight before him. A muscled and hairy short man with a full on erection was waiting to usher Harry’s dick inside him. Even if it hadn’t been his own formerly straight father, this would’ve been an unbelievably sexy moment. What hairy muscle daddy wanted to be fucked by a skinny, not-so-hairy young man after all? But his dad was making him feel so sexy and wanted.
“He” pushed his dick slowly at the warmed and lubed hole. To both of their excitement, it went in without much resistance. Pete’s powerful legs were on either shoulder. He started humping while kissing his dad’s legs and feet, finding particular vulnerability in the feet, kissing them and licking them while his dad convulsed in pleasure.
“Ohh fuuck son,” Pete moaned, “kiss me more.”
Harry leaned over and made out with Pete while inside him, reaching around and grabbing his ass cheeks, all the while still pumping. His dad’s massive muscled ass was finally his. The supple hairy cheeks made a glorious slapping sound with each thrust of the hips.
After a while more, Pete couldn’t contain his pleasure. He started to reach for his cock to finish himself off when Harry pushed his hand away and said, “Let me take care of you, dad,” in a hushed sexy voice.
Harry grabbed Pete’s cock and milked him to completion while he moaned like a whore on a Sunday. Seeing his dad go full slut made him start to cum in his dad while his dad was still mid orgasm. Some of his dad’s baby batter landed on each of their faces. They each tasted it while laughing and enjoying the afterglow of a great fuck, a perfect fuck.
“Suddenly I don’t care if I ever get my vagina back,” laughed Pete, kissing his son while the dick retracted out of him.
“Then my work here is done,” Harry said with a smirk.
“Wait, son,” said Pete.
“What is it dad?” Harry asked.
“Could we..um..do this again some time?” Asked Pete.
“On one condition,” Harry stipulated.
“You name it,” said Pete, desperate to do anything to have good sex more than once in his life.
“Next time, you fuck me,” Harry said with a wink.
“That can be arranged, you little horn dog,” said Pete, whose dick, despite just having orgasmed, was twitching at the thought of penetrating his son, “Oh and uh, you’re wrong about the prostate.”
“Yeah?” Asked Harry.
“Yeah. It’s better than the g-spot,” said Pete, blowing his son a kiss.