You think for a moment, feeling silly for even remotely considering this thing to magical….but there’s no reason not to test the waters…right? The idea hits you like a brick, simple yet something you’d kill for. Your Dad is staying with you for a couple weeks and in the thirty-plus years you’ve been on this earth, he’s been two things, almost always single and horrendous in the kitchen. Memories come flooding back of burnt TV dinners, mac & cheese stuck to the pan, the occasional firemen visit, your dad should never cook. But why not change that, it’s simple, it’s presumably safe, that’s your first wish.
“I wish anything my Dad cooked, would be delicious, be life changing.” You say aloud, clutching the stone in your hand. Much to your surprise the stone glows brightly, illuminating your room for a brief moment before dimming again. Shocked, you quickly stuff it in your pocket and just there for a moment processing what just happened. It was then it hit you, the smell of food from the other room.
You get up and rush to your door and sling it open, and peer into the dining room, there’s a big pot of chili with cornbread, , a big cake for dessert and oddly enough two glasses of milk, slightly yellowed, set out.
“Dad did you cook supper, it looks delicious, you call out while setting yourself down at the table
You here a familiar yet somehow slightly off voice from the other room “Well yeah, you know how much I love cooking, especially after the new look.” His words make you pause for a second as a lumbering figure makes its way into the room, a massive werewolf, fat as he is tall, only wearing your dad’s glasses and shirt, though the latter barely covering a pair of large man tits, dripping milk down his fat belly. He laughs at your shocked face “Don’t worry son you’ll get used to it before long, he says as he begins digging his fat, clawed sausage finger into his sheath, you can’t help but stare noticing how big his balls are, before he takes a big wad of cock cheese and examines it for a moment before scrapping it into the pot. “Eat up before it gets cold bud,” he says motioning towards his meal he cooked.