An Unquenchable Thirst

 

Artwork by Kinkymation

Metro City, home for many, but the furthest from homely of any major city, one could say. A lifetime spent in economic and infrastructural decay had given it renown as a crime capital, with most streets ruled by gangs. It is also a city ruled by combat, fighting, and other illegal underground bloodsports found all across the city.

All of that though began to change once a man named Haggar was elected to office. His administration took fast to rebuilding the slums and cleaning up crime. Because of this, construction was up across the city. But not all entities involved in the city’s rebuild were filled with good intentions. A particular crime syndicate by the name of S.I.N. was in the process of installing one of their weapons development divisions on the outskirts of one of the still struggling neighborhoods—even hiring many of the locals desperate for money to work on the site. Brett was one of those locals.

Brett was everything you could hope for in a hard worker: strong, efficient, and not one to complain. For him a job was survival; he had no time to complain. Living paycheck to paycheck in a palace like Metro City, if he were to be fired, it’d be the streets for a home. He was sure he could manage such a life, but there was one who couldn’t, someone who depended on him greatly. The reason he did all of this was for the man who raised him and the man he looked up to, his stepdad Jerry.

With a father who died young, Brett hadn’t grown up with a father. Jerry had entered his life when he was a teenager after years of his mother raising him. That said, Jerry took to it well and made not only Brett’s mother happy but himself as well. The hardworking man he had become was thanks to Jerry, though it hadn’t settled in quickly.

Not too long after he had married Brett’s mother, she died. Despite having a few years together as a family, Jerry rose to the challenge of raising Brett as a single dad, working himself to the bone and always praising pacifism despite such a cruel world, a world that had taken his wife in a mugging gone wrong. He had seen the anger that drove Brett after that terrible incident but made sure to raise him in a way that would let him not fall to despair, but pick himself up and make a better life for himself. Leading by example, Brett quickly came to admire him. Brett very much hated the world that had taken his mother and father, but his new father was a beacon of hope that made him want to believe his ideals were the answer to all his life’s problems.

Eventually Jerry became rundown after years of backbreaking work in construction and simply couldn’t keep at it. However, Brett had come of age where he followed in his footsteps, taking on the same work his step dad had, and with the same drive. Like father, like son, and Brett wished to live up to the standards his dad set before him. And so he toiled away, not for his own sake, but for the man he looked up to.

“Brett, did you hear me?” A site manager yelled out, approaching Brett from the other side of the scaffolding he was working on 5 stories up. “I said you can leave now! Shift’s over.”

Brett sighed, really not wanting to drop things in the middle of a task. He was only a handful of giant pane glasses away from completing the current wing of the giant complex. More than that, he would’ve killed for some overtime. Jerry had lost his glass eye recently, and getting a replacement would be expensive. One wouldn’t think it should cost such a pretty penny, but such was life in Metro City.

“Okay, okay! I’ll pack it up…”

Brett unfastened his safety gear and trekked down the stairs of the scaffolding. The site manager called out to him again on the way down.

“Oh, could you toss out the garbage on the way out? No one’s gotten to it yet.”

“Only if you pay me overtime!”

The two chuckled in on the joke, and Brett gave a wave to his co-worker and headed for the garbage. Grabbing the two bags resting against a nearby fence, he made his way to the dumpsters on the finished side of the building. While tossing the bags in, something peculiar caught his eye, a slight glint drawing his attention within the pile of trash.

Once at the dumpsters, he sat the bags on the ground and peered into the pile of trash inside. He’d often check for any hidden treasures within the garbage on site. He felt no shame in doing so—hell, every once in a while he struck gold. He once even found a still-working flatscreen TV. So it became a routine for Brett, and on this day he struck gold yet again.

Lying neatly on the surface, his eye caught another eye, one made of glass it would seem. The garbage bags beneath it propped it up as if they were lavish pillows meant to present the item at an auction. For Brett it may as well have been a priceless item, as this was exactly what his stepdad needed. He quickly picked it up and began to rub some of the minor grime off, of which there wasn’t too much. It must have made its way into the trash very recently.

Upon closer inspection, Brett noticed it felt a tad heavier than a typical glass eye. There was also a very faint warmth he could feel emanating from it. Looking up, he noticed the completed and actively staffed, side of the weapon development complex. He began to wonder if this eye was some sort of device tossed out by the company, a defect that initially held some other purpose. The fact that it was thrown out gave him some peace of mind that it may be safe, but he figured he’d test it further back at home before considering gifting it to his father.

Clasping it in his hands, he was off, heart racing with excitement over the find. Once back home, he scurried into the house, dropping his coat and work bags onto the kitchen table with the eyeball stuffed in one of the side pockets. He also had a small bag of groceries he picked up on the way back, a fact not unnoticed by Jerry.

“Hey there son,” the old man said, rising up from his recliner with a smile as Brett came in for a hug. “How was your day at work?”

“Rough but rewarding as always pops. Would’ve killed for some overtime, but they weren’t having it.”

Jerry scratched the back of his neck and looked a tad anxious, looking away from Brett with a slight twinge in his face.

“Yeah I… I know you’ve been working extra hard for me as of late. But, I want you to know that you don’t have to—”

“Hold that thought. I need to go to the bathroom quickly, but when I’m back, I have something to share with you.”

And just like that, Brett left Jerry to further stew, still talking from afar on his way to the bathroom.

“I still need to make sure it’ll work for you, but I found something that may be just what you need!”

Jerry shuffled with his weak legs over to the kitchen counter, eyes tracing the items left there by his son.

“Is that so? Got me curious. I hope it isn’t something dangerous you’re wrapping yourself up in over my sake.”

“Of course not!” Brett yelled out, followed by a small laugh. “You raised me better than that. You’re worrying over nothing, I promise.”

A smile returned to the dad’s face, pride swelling over how perfectly his son had turned out. He was of strong body and character, giving Jerry all the assurance he needed that he had done right by the boy. While lingering on those happy thoughts, he noticed a glass eye sitting on the table—having rolled out of the work bag.

Curious, Jerry picked up the eye, holding it between two fingers to examine it. This must have been what his son wished to surprise him with. He had figured he was working extra hard as of late in order to replace his glass eye. However, this particular one looked expensive. How much had he spent on it, he wondered?

It was sleek and heftier than one might expect, likely made of really fine materials. Rolling it within his hands, the glass surface almost felt like cool metal to the touch. The iris of the eye was a deep shade of purple, which confused him as his own eyes were brown—a fact his son should’ve known. Unless he thought it might have thought it would contrast his black hair well, but then he’d need to lose the other eye.

Jerry chuckled over his morbid thought and then continued to puzzle over the eye. For all he knew, it could be something more high-tech where one could choose the eye color they wanted. All things considered, he was interested in how it’d feel, so he decided on surprising Brett himself by trying it out. As effortlessly as he had put in his old glass eye, he slid it into place, giving a slight wince as he made sure it was nestled into place.

Aside from feeling a tad heavy, it felt comfortable enough. However, that comfort soon turned to discomfort as he felt a rattling let loose within the eye. Unsure of what to make of it, he shut his eyes tight and tried to process what was going on. What he couldn’t see was a small panel opening on the back end of the eyeball and several vein-thin stems and a faux optic nerve slithering out from it. The many appendages launched from the back of the man’s eye socket, jostling about as they hooked up to walls surrounding the space, and the optic nerve penetrated into his cranium to connect with his brain—tunneling through the husk of the old dead one.

This brought along with it excruciating pain, as Jerry fell to his knees, grabbing at his face. The foreign eye was working itself into his system, his brain firing off confused symbols as flashes of white began to briefly pierce the darkness of his sight where he should have none. They steadily began to fade though, as did the pain, and instead were replaced with a sound, a slight hum as if a small computer were booting up. Shortly after, he opened his eyes once more, one hand trying to claw at the eye to rip it out. But then he stopped at the sight of faint speckles floating about within the near pitch black of his missing eye’s vision.

It couldn’t be, he thought. Is my vision starting to…

It was indeed coming back, brighter and brighter layers of orange light falling like filaments onto what was once an eternal night. Once enough light had returned, then came his vision, objects he had the luxury of seeing with his other eye, turning to the other. After becoming so used to the one eye it was a bit of an adjustment, but soon enough his environment came in with absolute clarity, the comfort of his home looking more vivid than it had in ages.

He heard a few clicks, and his new fake eye’s vision seemed to adjust for a moment, then return to normal. During this, he felt a few slight twinges in his brain, as if something had lightly poked his brain matter.

“This feels so strange. Is it calibrating or some-THIIIINGH!!”

Jerry keeled over, spit flinging from his mouth as he went slack-jawed in shock. His entire brain trembled, sending powerful shivers down his spine in its wake. All his nerves felt like electric pricks across his body, and the pupil of his new eye began to shimmer with a bright, neon purple. It was followed by an extreme heat, as the glow turned into a physical flame emanating from the eye itself, like energy being released from a hatch.

Jerry howled, his body caught in a ballet of discomfort. It was as if his body were processing every sensation it could feel on a spectrum, sliding back and forth rapidly. It eventually seemed to hone in on a mix of painful strain and pleasure, every muscle and nerve in his body twitching in anticipation, until it was met with a mighty exertion. His body then became caught in this loop: Build up, flex, release. build up, flex, release.

It was most comparable to a workout and massage rolled into one, but with far more strain and give from the body, his very bones feeling as if they were rattling. He couldn’t control his breathing either, his chest heaving unnaturally quick. His body was expending so much energy so quickly that a puddle of sweat had already formed beneath him. More concerning was the feeling of his body growing lighter.

Jerry wasn’t that bulky to begin with, but his general mass felt easier to carry the more he sweated through this laborious ordeal. He brought his trembling hands to his face and gazed upon each digit shrinking before his eyes—well, one eye that was free from the piercing purple flame consuming the other. What was even more odd was how his skin, a bit slack from his aging, began to pull more taut against each finger. It was like watching the pruney skin on your hands after a long swim slowly fade. He felt the strange sensation elsewhere as well. Further surveying his form, he could see his clothes beginning to sag as if he were growing shorter and thinner. Judging by his exposed, hairy legs sticking out from his shorts too, the change in his skin’s looseness was happening everywhere, as well as his body hair slowly receding.

All the screams and groans spilling forth from him must have finally alerted Brett to his situation, as his son came rushing out into the room. He rushed quickly to his dad’s side, gripping him on the shoulder to try and steady his vibrating body. He immediately recoiled however, his hand feeling burnt by the touch as if gripping the surface of a stovetop. Gazing down at his struggling father, he could see literal steam rising up from his body.

“Shit, Dad! What’s happening!?” Brett yelled, unsure of how to approach the situation.

“Th-The eye! The damn EEEEYE!!!”

Brett turned around and fished into his bag, only to find the eye missing. He quickly went into a panic, guilt and worry coalescing into a cocktail of terror. He ran to the sink, fetched some water in a pitcher, and launched it at his dad in an attempt to cool down whatever was happening to him, if only so that he could attempt to grab at his eye and pull it out. It seemed to make it worse though, hot steam filling the kitchen space followed by a sheer cry of pained bliss.

Brett waved his hand at the smoke, coughing within the steam until it dissipated, and was met with a shocking sight. His dad was still there, shaking on his hands and knees, but he looked different. His limbs looked like twigs compared to what they once were, and his height had shrunk considerably, his shorts sliding off his legs as he crawled forward in desperation, hoping against odds for some form of easy escape. All his body hair had nearly disappeared as well, washed away by the water tossed upon him, aside from a few stubs still clinging to his face.

Biting his lip, Brett was frozen with shock. He could swear that beyond the obvious changes, his dad looked quite a bit younger as well. His complexion had turned from a brittle pale white towards a creamy smooth coat, not a wrinkle in sight outside a few under his chest, below his waist, behind his neck, and on his face. Racing to the front of his dad to try and keep him from stumbling into a chair, he noticed the crow’s feet on his eyes fading and the ridges on his forehead flattening. There was no mistaking it; he was getting younger.

After managing to keep his dad in place, he quickly ran to his phone. There was no way he was equipped to handle this terrible fate he had brought upon his father. His best chance was to call 911. As he pulled up the phone to dial, a surge of energy burst forth from Jerry’s new eye.

POP

All the lights within the house flickered, and Brett’s phone short-circuited and was drained of its battery power. Turning around, he saw a harsh purple glow firing up like flames from his dad’s eye, as well as elsewhere on his body—the steam from before turning into a raging fire of pure energy. Jerry arched back, groaning at the ceiling with gritted teeth, his face wincing with a strange intensity as he felt an unusual power burgeoning within him. The power felt both terrible and invigorating, his cock throbbing to life in defiance of the excruciating pain.

“Wh-WHAAH! Wh-What is this GAAAAH! P-P-POWEEEEER!?!”

Brett could only tremble in unease at the sight of his father’s thunderous cry, his tone twisted in manic bliss. He wanted to approach him, but the heat being emitted from his dad was like trying to approach an open factory furnace with no protection. Everything outside of Jerry’s body seemed susceptible to the heat, his clothes even burning to a pile of crisp beneath him. The touch of the open air upon his highly stimulated body only made things worse for him, guttural moans turning into shrill shouts of protest as his cock fired out thick ropes of spunk, one after another, at the feet of his son.

“AAAGH PLEASE STOP! N-NO MOOORE! NOOOOOH! C-CAN’T HANDLE ANYMOOOOORE!”

Brett looked in shock at the growing puddle before him, the fresh cum simmering with the same steam releasing from his father. Was he burning alive from the inside? He couldn’t just sit around and find out! He quickly grabbed a large pot and ran for the bathroom, letting loose the water in the tub.

Left alone, Jerry continued to thrash, his muscles that had turned to lava starting to regain some of their firmness back, only now more toned, noticeable dips and rises indicating their growth. An overwhelming sense of vigor was arising within him, not just from his youth being reclaimed, but also from his burgeoning strength imbued by the strange energy from the eye. It brought forth strange, simmering thoughts, in particular frustrations that the man had held but kept hidden from his son. He would never let it show how much he yearned to have lived a better, more exciting life. But he put all personal wants aside not just for his wife but for Brett as his son. He thought he had moved past all that, so why was it coming back so strongly now?

His body jolted as if to respond, his dick unloading a flurry of steamy white trails, his flexing body working it like a pump. This youthful energy filling him up, the undeniable strength growing in his limbs, and the seemingly supernatural power gripping hold of him—all of it felt liberating! It was encouraging him to drown in the sensation, to let it consume him. A raspy, seductive feminine voice started ranting and whispering promises at the fringes of his mind, growing louder the more he paid it attention.

This is your chance… Give in… Live wild and free… free… This power is yours… Fuck this cruel world… Fight back… This body is all you need… All you need… to fight back… TO BE FREE!

Jerry grabbed at his head and gripped tight, unable to stop shouting as his brain became a jumbled mess of his own panic and self-doubt and this woman who felt like a vengeful demon that had been conjured up by his darkest regrets and desires. The eye was burrowing into his psyche, trying to pull out anything it could weaponize as a means to encourage his body’s growth.

You’re doing well, The inner woman continued. Now let's break this body in… break it in… This eye… it's not for you… not made for you… but a woman.

“GYUH! AAAAAAAHNN~!!”

Jerry yelled in ecstasy, his eyes rolling into his head as another surge of energy from the eye poured into him. He could hardly rationalize, let alone fight back against the dark thoughts consuming him. He could feel everything he tried to keep buried stomping on him like a boot. This other side of him, it wanted him to be selfish, to be ruthless, to be sadistic! Fuck anyone who got in the way! This was her life now!

Finally, Brett rushed back into the room and launched an entire pot’s worth of cold water onto his father, creating a huge puff of smoke. The cries of his dad suddenly stopped for a few moments, and in the brief moment of respite he hoped that it had worked. But his hopes were dashed by a cackling cry that then broke into a high-pitched moan, his dad’s face slipping through the fog, followed by a loud snapping sound as his spine bent into an elegant and flexible curvature, arching back in contortionist fashion, the man’s head hanging upside down and looking up at him.

Brett looked on in horror, taking several steps back at the sight of his dad’s face moaning with a wicked smile, his eyes and ears growing sharper as the features on his face scrunched and crunched into a more intense and androgynous appearance.

“Yessss… SET ME FREEEE! GAAAHHHN~!”

Suddenly Jerry’s head seemed to compress from the sides, as if an invisible vise was crushing him. His jaw went slack and cheeks squished then rose, all that made him distinguishable as a man being reformed into a smaller, feminine visage. The loudest moan yet welcomed the changes, as well as sent Brett tumbling onto the floor in fear. His dad’s face had been replaced with that of a young, manic-looking woman with talon-like eyes shaded in thick lashes, piercing magenta pupils, and sultry purple lips cracked in what felt like a permanent, wide grin.

After a few more moments of Jerry relishing in the changes and adding to the pile of spunk beneath him, he hurled forward onto his hands and knees. His breathing turned heavy and erratic, his whole body feeling as if it was churning on the inside. His son watched in awe as the muscles on his backside slithered like snakes beneath the surface, rolling hills rising and aligning into a valley of toned crevices on his back.

“Yess, YESSSS! I deserve this! I NEEEED this!”

What kind of fucking tech is this? Brett thought as he heard his dad’s voice climb into the sultry, impish tones of a crazed woman who sounded like she was getting off. And why turn him into a woman?

“FUCK THE WORLD!”

This kind of profanity and vitriol Brett had never heard from his father. It was so strange.

“FUCK EVERYONE!”

Another jettison of thick cum made Brett jump, his dad’s ass starting to clench and release as if something was about to release.

“I WAAAANT THISSS AAAAAH~!!”

Jerry’s entire body rattled violently before his sides buckled inward in several instances, each one forcing his posture down, chest pressing against the floor while his ass was forced up. After a few loud crunches, his boxy frame was no more, a dramatic hourglass shape showing impressive flexibility replacing it. Shortly after, the ratling throttled his hips, more loud pops and cracks ringing out as the man’s hips spread wider, sliding his spread legs into an even greater arch. Both legs were now wide and stiff, keeping the ass above them raised high and proud while fat rippled like water on each cheek.

The voice that had been knocking around inside Jerry’s mind was now spilling forth from his mouth, his voice becoming more androgynous and words more self-indulgent and intense. His body felt like a cage he was rattling against, a barrier that kept him from living uninhibited. The power and beauty he felt rising within him—all of it was exactly what he needed to live defiantly against the expectations of this world!

“FUUUUCK YEEESSSS!!”

Suddenly it happened, his stance falling into an almost sideways split as his ass exploded with fat and marbled muscle. His ass cheeks trigger with each surge of strength, working his cock like a faucet, his cum beginning to thin into a clear stream of fluids. Shockwaves were sent to the muscles in his legs, all of them hardening as well, while rolls of plump flesh filled out the crevices forming between. His body was becoming a cascade of feminine wiles, both seductive and deadly.

It all left Brett unable to rationalize watching the bubbling fat form within his father’s bottom. As horrified as he was, it was almost hypnotic the effect it was having on him. Whether it was the energy pouring out of his dad’s body or simply the heat of the moment, he could feel his body reacting pleasantly to the many thrusts this developing woman’s ass was giving. The budding femme fatale had him under a spell.

In the back of his pleasure-ridden mind, Jerry knew his son was watching, but he couldn’t care less. He no longer thought of himself as a man, let alone the boy’s father. She was being removed from those chains that bound her as an overworked, meandering man. She yearned to live untethered to whatever standards society dictated. No longer would she be bored, no longer would she be tied to responsibilities of a system or have to live up to the expectations of her son. A new life was opening up before her. She tossed her name, Jerry, into the current pulling down all the barriers to that life. There was only one name that suited her now…

“J-JUH-JUUUURIIIIII~!!!”

She passionately and loudly tried out her name for the first time, the way it rolled off her tongue feeling oh so right. Her entire body clenched in orgasm, it too feeling bliss as it caved to the rebellious wants of the woman’s inhibitions. Her dick had expelled all of what her old male organs had to offer, disgusted by them. Her balls were now absent, roiling around as a pair of ovaries inside of her, pumping her full of the estrogen that now better defined her. With every pump of it into her body, she declared herself to the world.

“I’m a woman! I’m a woman! I’m a womAAAH! I’M JUREEEE!! AH HAHAHA—AAHHN~!”

She was as giddy as a child repeating a new word or phrase for the first time, and her body rewarded her with each confirmation of it, rolling orgasms fueling the changes to her body. And with her soul finally released, the energy emitting from her body grew all the brighter and more vivid in their movements, the magenta flames dancing to the beat of her heart.

As the demon awakened, her hair began to snake out like a serpent, growing in length down to her shoulders in clumps of strands. With each fresh squirt from her now shrinking cock, the clumps fired out in unison, one at a time. It was like gunshots of black, silky strings arching out from her head by several feet, all coming to rest as a shiny dark veil draped over her backside—the ends swerving on the floor like running streams of water.

Juri’s dick was completely spent by this point, nothing of her former male self left to give. She was frankly sick of it, the fun of feeling it flop about like a limp noodle hanging on to life having passed its expiration date. Using the powerful muscles in her core and legs, she sucked and tugged at the spongy rod through her clenching, beckoning it in towards the site of a wet pop, as the woman’s pussy began to bloom.

“Get outta here you filth!” She angrily barked, flexing even harder until she felt it begin to slurp and the opening of her slit stretch wider. “I don’t need you anymore, so shoo shooOOOOOH!!”

It finally caved to her demands, stuffing itself up into her slit while flailing all the way, shriveling like a raisin beneath her folds. Once tucked in, it provided her a far better form of stimulation than her pitiful cock ever had, the sensitive mushroom turning into the pearl of a clitoris swollen with need.

Juri tossed onto her backside immediately, her first feminine orgasm overwhelming even the beast that she was. Yet it did not deter her; she wanted more, deserved more, and so she sent one of her hands, now embellished with pink nail polish, down to her clit and began to rub. She then stared at her son with a crazed look.

“Ahahah! Drink it in, you FILTHY virgin~!”

It didn’t take long to push herself to the next plateau, already recoiling with her hand as her body arched within an even greater orgasm. She brought both hands to her chest’s erect nipples to grope as the floodgates below opened, heavy streams squirting out her snatch right onto Brett, some even hitting him in the face—which caused him to recoil. But he couldn’t look away.

Brett was a man who’d never spent much time around women, so to have one flaunting themself in front of him like this, even knowing deep down it was his father was too shocking for him to truly avert his gaze. What only drew him in more was the aura Juri gave off. Jerry had taught him to be respectful not just to women but to anyone, as well as instilled in him a general expectation of what he might face when in an intimate situation with someone. All the stories and lessons in the world couldn’t prepare him for this though. How this woman was exposing herself like a wild beast in front of him, her insults that carried some erotic bite to them. It was so curious and stimulating in a way he could have never imagined, strange desires within him smacking him with a jolt of arousal.

Juri scoffed before attending to her body more, her hands tweaking every ounce of give she could from her softening, swelling nipples. She could feel the soft, pillowy flesh of her girls coming to life within her tender chest, rising with warmth that caused her teats to leak. She didn’t need them big, just enough to be played with. She wanted her body to remain as limber and toned as possible. The image for herself had already been ingrained, she simply needed that last fix.

With a brief, sudden kick she climaxed, yet another of many, and she felt her breasts swell enough to fill her hands and beyond, her fingers sinking into their plush mass. She was basically thrashing within a puddle of her own sex at this point, toes curling, back twisting, brought on by a barrage that seemed poised to never stop. However, she could sense the end coming, her awakening demonic energy reaching its apex. And as much as her priorities had shifted, she still desired her son to witness her rebirth with some enthusiasm.

“Look alive kiddo! GUUHN! Mama is almost done~!” HYAAH!”

Juri kicked Brett in the groin as she bucked, the energy pouring out of her becoming blindingly bright. Long, black streaks began to burn themselves onto her body in the shape of a giant spider. It was like the powers within her were marking her with the symbol of her soul, a deadly black widow. She was both dangerous and captivating, one who could lure anyone and anything into her web, for that she was certain. Proof enough was the hold she had on Brett.

“How we feelin?” Jrui asked Brett, his dick erect within his jeans at the sight of her naked womanhood.

Taking notice of it, Jrui latched onto his junk with her foot, the spider catching her prey. It was an impressive shaft, one that gave Juri plenty to stroke with the bottom of her foot. The head was massive as well, her toes barely able to envelop it. But her skills were more than enough, expertly toying with the poor man as he went wide-eyed and nervously twitched at her touch.

“Don’t you fucking DARE look away from me Brett! Don’t you, GYUUH! Watch me cum like the degenerate you AAH—AAARE!

Brett’s cock was throbbing from the foot job, his face wincing as he felt both shame and bliss welling up to the surface.

“N-Noo. No dad please I—uhn! Ooh fuck… OOOOH!”

He came, and as if sensing it herself, Juri followed suit.

“Oh yeah baby! Oh YEAAAH! OOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUH~!!”

The two moaned in unison, Juri’s ecstatic and wild, Brett’s awkward and bumbling. As the two basked in the aftermath, the flaming hot energy spilling out from Juri’s body finally faded, leaving the sweaty, toned body of what was once Jerry to relish in the sensations of her new body. She was content with lying about for a bit, finding amusement in her foot—wet with spunk—whittling her son down into a blubbering mess.

After what felt like an eternity for Brett wallowing in the aftermath of his shame, came a swift kick to the groin interrupting it. He had avoided making eye contact with the woman before him since his forced climax, but he was quick to snap to her attention, aware of the meaning behind that kick. He still couldn’t process it fully, crawling on her hands and knees before him a limber, toned goddess with a gleeful yet frightening curl to her expression, who was once his father. He wanted desperately to believe that he was still inside her somewhere.

“D-Dad..?” He weakly asked, sounding more like a subdued plea.

Juri laughed in his face, sensually worming her way into a position atop him, her fingers crawling up his chest while poking harshly with her nails.

“Come ooon you little punk. Do you really think of me that way after what we just went through? Don’t make me puke.”

Brett felt a lump form in his throat. He felt fear over what might have been lost, but also a fear for what may come next. He cursed his body for feeling so aroused in such a moment.

“Let's not beat around the bush~” Juri remarked while driving her knee roughly into Brett’s groin, then beginning to rub. “I’m finally free from the boring responsibilities of a parent, and you really want to throw me back in that box kiddo?”

Juri got uncomfortably close to Brett's face as all sorts of questions rushed through his head, spurned by her comments. This Juri certainly seemed to recall her role as his father but viewed it as something worth discarding. She had the air of liberation to her, some sort of wild woman that had been set free from her cage. The thought of being some sort of burden to his father, that becoming this was a means of escape, stung him, and it showed on his face. Juri was quick to take notice, an annoyed frown snuffing out her joy.

Juri grabbed him by the cheeks and brought him into a passionate, unorthodox kiss, her tongue wrestling his into submission and lips pushing down against his like a machine press. Following some awkward moments, she let go and licked her chops.

“Listen… son.” She said with a sort of forced yet believable delivery. “I’m not gonna waste away as your parent forever, got it!?”

Brett nodded, unsure how to appease this situation in his favor. He figured it was best for now to just follow along. Juri continued.

“I’ve been given the power and body to do whatever the hell I want. No way I’m throwing that away for the boring ass life I had! But don’t get any stupid ideas that I stopped giving a shit about you, okay?”

Juri started to pout again, arms crossed as she sat on top of Brett, her firm ass cheeks pressed against his confused, hardening cock. She then smiled.

“Besides, you’re a big boy now, an adult, right? I raised you well. So why not let me retire and enjoy myself~?”

Her ass began to rub, encouraging Brett’s growth below. He was about to interject before she shushed him with a strong palm over his mouth.

“Look, let's stop pretending like we are blood family or some shit. You want this, and I sure as hell want to kick things off with a bang! And you’re the kind of sweet toy I’m craving, Brett...”

Juri whispered that last part into his ear, sending a hurricane of confliction coursing through both his body and mind. His dick felt undecided whether to rise or fall at the control of his thoughts. He knew what his body felt, how exciting it was to be this close to a woman that had been surprising him in so many ways. Maybe it was the unexpected nature of how he was being treated, but it created within him his own feeling of liberation. It was something that felt so far from the mundane space his life had existed within that he couldn’t help but entertain the thought. But she was also his fucking dad!

The domineering woman lifted her ass and spread her hips as she shoved Brett down with violent force.

“You pathetic coward. What’s there to even think about!? I taught you better, didn’t I? To always be mindful of a lady’s wants before your own? Ahahah!”

Brett’s mind was racing, unsure of how to respond, so he defaulted to the dynamic of listening to his parental figure.

“Y-Yes! Of course sir-I mean ma’am! Ma’am…”

Juri acrobatically lifted a foot and planted it onto her boytoy’s body from her straddling position, grinding her heel so hard that Brett could already feel the tenderness of a bruise forming. She then rubbed her lower lips against the head of his cock.

“Hah! What a loser! Giving up so easily as expected! You better not break on me too quick now, ya hear!?”

Brett had nothing more to add, feeling disgusted yet beckoned on by arousal.

“Yes ma’am! Guh, AAHH!”

Brett felt his cock slide into the heavenly, tight embrace of Juri’s folds. The immediate intoxication of such a feeling started to break down barriers within his mind, the overwhelming stimulation and Juri’s continuing beration chipping away at the doubts he held. How could something so wrong feel so good?

The somewhat awkward intercourse that had begun started to find a semblance of a rhythm, Juri taking the reins, hopping up and off his cock with her man steady under her one foot. Over time, Brett began to buck back of his own accord, wanting to feel deeper and deeper inside his former father—now mistress. Juri rewarded his cravings eventually by plopping herself with a thunderous clap on top of him.

Brett nearly came right then and there as his dick slammed deep into her inner walls, but Juri choked him into a stoppered shock to prevent it. Hands around his neck, she continued their struggle, her riding of him training her new toy along the way. The two began to moan, this time in agreement towards how right this felt. The mistress moaned with manic glee, while the toy did so with nervous elation.

As they fucked into the night, there was no going back to normalcy, no longer a craving for it. Even though their former relationship seemed dead and buried by the invigorating power Brett had discovered, one could say a new form of parentage had been forged. Juri was mistress to Brett now, leading him down the path of discarding his life’s constraints. She would teach him of the pleasures that lay on the other end, the pleasures she now embodied.