The New Daddy

Mark thought that he must have dozed off while watching TV because he barely heard the entry gate opening. It was quite late in the night and he was sure that his father was already home. Mark had the shock of his life when he looked out the window. There stood Derek, Mark's bully from high school that was still harassing him even now that he had finished college, because they ended up working in the same company.

And next to him, holding his hand, was a woman. Young, maybe Mark's age. Blonde hair falling past her shoulders. Big blue eyes. A long leather jacket opened on a tight little dress that showed off a body that oozed sex. She looked nervous, leaning on Derek.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mark went out of the house at a reasonable distance, fists balled. "And who the hell is she?"

Derek smiled. He looked different. Bigger. His jaw was wider, his shoulders broader, his chest straining against his jacket, his features sharper. He'd always been kinda average before, but now he looked like he could bench press a car.

"Don't you recognize her, Mark?" He put his arm around the girl's waist, pulling her close. "Take a closer look."

The girl looked at Mark. Her eyes were wet. She looked ashamed, embarrassed, like she didn't want to be seen by Mark. She also looked hopelessly soft and yearning.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said.

Mark was still confused and looked puzzled

"She's your father," Derek said cheerfully, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Mark stared at her. The blonde hair. The delicate features. The curves. The way she leaned into Derek like she belonged there. Like she needed to be close to him. How can that sexy little thing be his fifty years old former boxer of a father?

"Dad?" Mark asked, purely because he thought the whole statement ridiculous. 

He didn't expect to see her nod, biting her lip. "He...he showed me his...you know. His pecker," she said with shame on her voice. "We were in an alley, outside that bar...I was confronting him...trying to make him stop bullying you... And I looked. And I couldn't stop looking. And the more I looked, the more I felt everything...draining. My strength. My anger. My..." She blushed, looking down at her new body. "My manhood. All of it. Going into him."

"That's right," Derek said. He flexed, and his bicep bulged obscenely. "Fifty years of masculinity, right into me. Feels amazing. You should see what else grew. I got this magic power, y'know? I was waiting to for the right person to use it, to pump myself up." He patted Dan's ass before grinning, "I was thinking to use it on you, actually. First thing I was gonna do Monday morning. Then Dan here came all belligerent and I thought he was an even better candidate. He had more masculinity to give than your scrawny ass."

 

Derek took Dan by the hand and led her toward the entrance of the house. She followed without hesitation, her heels clicking on the entry path, her hips swaying in a way that was entirely unfamiliar and yet somehow natural. Mark watched them go, passing him by like he wasn't even there, his body locked in place, his mind screaming at him to move, to do something, anything, but he couldn't.

A couple of minutes passed. Maybe more. Mark wasn't sure. He stood there in the entryway, fists clenched, heart pounding, trying to wake up from what had to be a nightmare.

Then he heard it. A low murmur of voices from the living room. A soft, breathy laugh that belonged to his father but sounded nothing like him. It snapped him out of his shocked state. His legs carried him back inside, to the living room. Derek stood in the center of the room, barechested, his leather jacket and shirt tossed over the arm of the couch. His body was ripped like he had never been before. He was grinning, looking down at something.

Dan was seated on the coffee table. Her dress was hiked up around her hips. Her legs were spread wide, revealing a smooth, shaven pussy, glistening slightly in the low light. One of her hands rested on her own creamy thigh. The other was pressed against the front of Derek's jeans, her fingers tracing the outline of the massive bulge straining against the denim. She was looking up at him with something like reverence.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mark's voice cracked. He stepped into the room, his hands shaking. "Stop. Both of you. Stop this right now."

Neither of them jumped. Neither of them looked embarrassed. Derek didn't even care about him anymore. Dan kept her hand right where it was.

"Mark." Her voice was gentle. Patient. Like she was explaining something to a child. "Honey, I know this is confusing. But there's nothing you can do."

"The hell there isn't! I'm calling the cops. I'm getting you help. Whatever he did to you, we can fix it."

"It's not something to fix." Dan's fingers traced a slow circle over Derek's bulge. "I -I know it's strange but...I think I've found myself. This is who I'm supposed to be."

Derek reached down and stroked Dan's blonde hair. She leaned into his touch like a cat. "You know, Mark," he said, his voice surprisingly calm, "I've been kind of an asshole to you. I admit it. But that's changing now. I'm going to be nicer. Starting tonight."

"That's supposed to make this okay?"

"Nothing's going to make this okay for you. I get that." Derek looked down at Dan, and his grin softened into something almost sincere. "But I'm going to be gentle with her. As her new lover, I mean. I'm not going to hurt her. She's...special to me now."

Dan looked up at him with glistening eyes. "Derek..."

"It's true, babe." He cupped her chin with his free hand. "You gave me everything. I'm gonna give you everything back."

Mark stood there, frozen again, watching this absurd tableau. His own father was sitting on the coffee table with her legs spread, petting another man's crotch, and they were looking at each other like lovesick teenagers.

"Mark." Dan's voice cut through the silence, soft but firm. She didn't take her hand off Derek's bulge, didn't close her legs. Her blue eyes met his. "You need to leave."

"What?"

"Leave. Go to your room. Go for a drive. I don't care." Her tone had an edge to it now, not angry, but final. Like a door clicking shut. "This is happening. Whether you watch or not."

"I'm not going to just..."

"Mark." She said his name again, and there was something in it that made him stop. A thread of the father he used to know, buried deep under all that blonde hair and soft skin. "Please. Don't make this harder than it already is."

Mark's fists clenched. His jaw ached from grinding his teeth. Every instinct told him to stay, to fight, to drag his father out of this nightmare by force if he had to. But his father was looking at him with those big blue eyes, and there was nothing behind them that recognized the plea in Mark's expression. She wasn't his dad anymore. Not really. 

Mark left the room to retreat in the basement, where he hoped he was as far away as possible to pretend it wasn't happening. He couldn't though. All night, the sounds had seeped through the walls, even in the basement. Mark heard the couch bumping against the wall and on the floor, Derek's low grunts. Moreover, he heard his own father moaning wantonly. 

"YES!!! Right there...oh god, I never...MMMHH...I'm your bitch...I LOVE being your bitch!!"

"My pussy is so wet for you...It's SOOO good...I love having a cunt! I'm such a happy little slut!!"

And other similar sentences that Mark thought only pornstars would say. Poor Mark never managed to catch much sleep, moving between horror and humiliation at hearing his own dad behaving like a slut in heat. Eventually he collapsed in a nervous sleep, but he was up early with the sun. It took him some time but he eventually found the courage to confront Dan.   

The door to the master bedroom was half open, revealing a dark room. Mark knocked it slightly with two fingers, his stomach already knotting. Dan came out in the light, completely naked. She wasn't making any effort to cover herself. One hand cupped one breast, the other was resting on her cute and pouty lips.

Mark immediately looked away, his face burning. "Jesus, Dad...can you put something on?"

Dan smiled, blinking sleepily. "Oh. Morning, sweetie." She didn't even attempt to cover up. "Sorry. I'm just...really comfortable. Besides, Derek is soundly sleeping and I don't want to wake him up. The man earned some rest."

Mark forced himself to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were bright. She looked...happy. Glowing, even. It made him want to vomit. Dan's hand drifted back to her stomach, resting there with a tenderness that made Mark's skin crawl. 

"I need to tell you something important," she said. "About what's happened. About what's going to happen."

"I don't want to hear it."

"I know." Her voice was patient. Gentle. "But you need to. Because this is real, Mark. It's not going away."

She took a slow breath, her hands moving to rest on her flat stomach.

"I'm pregnant." She said it like she was announcing a promotion. Happy. Proud. "Derek told me before we did it. The spell made him hyperfertile after absorbing so much masculinity. He said there was no way I wouldn't get pregnant. And I think I felt it happen."

Mark's voice came out cracked. "How could you let it happen?"

"Because it feels incredible." Dan's eyes lit up. "Being a woman. Do you have any idea what it's like? To feel soft and open and alive? For fifty years I was a man, and I was miserable. I didn't even know I was miserable. I thought that was just what life was. But now..." She hugged herself, a shiver of pleasure running through her. "Now I feel everything. Every sensation is brighter. Every emotion is deeper. I look at my body and I love it. I touch myself and I feel things I never could before. Gosh, you wouldn't image how great it feels to be penetrated by a cock..."

Mark's face burned. "I don't want to hear about..."

"I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable." Dan's voice softened. "I'm trying to make you understand. This is better for me. I'm happier than I've ever been. And that's not going to change."

She walked over to him, and placed a hand on his cheek. Her touch was soft. Warm. She looked up at him, since she was a full head shorter now, and smiled.

"Your father is gone, Mark. I'm not him anymore. I'm a woman. I'm going to be a mother. And you're going to have to accept that. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually." She pressed her other hand against her belly. "Because this is who I am now. A pregnant woman. And I need my son to love me anyway."

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