Your father grabs the ladle from the pot with his giant, greying paws, scooping up two heaping bowls of chili for the two of you. You take the bowl with a quiet thank you and just stare at it on the table in front of you. Chunks of fur and god knows what substances from your dad float around in the bowl amongst the beans and meat, you can’t even bring yourself to pretend to eat it. Meanwhile your lupine dad obliviously piles, bowl after bowl of the stuff, scooping in out of the seemingly endless pot. Until his gorging is interrupted suddenly by a new sound cutting the air. “PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT,” the obese werewolf lets out a massive fart from his bare ass reverberating the already strained wooden chair he’s sitting in. Your dad stares at you blankly for a moment and you both burst out into laughter.it’s nice to know werewolf or not, he’s still your dad. You watch your dad continue to crack up, his furry belly jiggling as he does, before releasing another loud wet fart into the room, this one hits you like a truck, the stench of wolf flatulence is god awful…yet. You find yourself sniffing the air perfumed with your dad’s werewolf farts like a dog before you throw yourself onto the floor on your hands and knees, your cock hardening as you get closer and closer to you find yourself face to face with your dad’s sweaty werewolf doughnut. You can’t help yourself, you bury your face between your fathers hairy ass-cheeks, huffing his musty hole. The werewolf just laughs, “I don’t blame you, I couldn’t help myself with grandpa either, son. Watch out there’s a biggin’ coming,” he says pressing your face into his ass with his giant meaty paws before forcing out a long, loud fart right onto your face. He lets go and you manage to pull away from his bubble butt. You reach your hands up to your face and feel patches of fur begin to grow and all self control disappear. You begin to touch your dad’s, dirty ass much to his delight. Your lupine father moaning, with delight, his red rocket emerging from his sheath with each lick your tongue takes into his sweaty doughnut flesh. Your own body begins to change as your tongue quickly becomes flat and canine, perfect for tongue fucking your hot dad, the taste of his asshole becoming more and more appealing with each dip into his sweaty crack only made easier by your lengthening snout. Fur begins to spread from your face to your whole body, claws dot your fingers and rip out through your shoes only to be followed by giant werewolf feet. Soon your transformation into a werewolf, albeit much smaller than your dad is complete. Your dad moans spraying cum all over the dinner he had set out for you two and pulls you out his ass-crack before you get a chance to cum yourself. “Looking good son, fatten you up a bit and you’ll look just like your old man.” You pant excitedly ready for what your father has in store.