This choice: Make him an Anthro of some form • Go Back...Chapter #5Your Dad Becomes a Big Slab of Beef by: M.M.69  You watched your dad as he sat at the table. He was wearing his loose flannel bathrobe that was opened to show his white v-neck t-shirt and boxers while he sipped his coffee and read his paper.
You decided you wanted to use your power to turn him into an anthropomorphic animal, akin to those found in animated movies... and the erotic art you masturbated to.
Quite quickly you chose an animal to combine him with, and selected it because it was probably your favorite. You always loved bovines in hentai, both male and female.
So why not turn him into a bull?
Concentrating on your dad, you watched as he began to grow in height while still remaining seated in his chair. He didn't remove his attention from his paper, even as the chair began to creak from the increased weight.
Your dad steadily gained muscle mass -- biceps, pecs, abs, quads all swelling with power and meat. His complexion darkened as his entire body sprouted a short glossy coat of brown fur. Even now, your dad just sighed and reached an enlarged strong hand over and idly scratched his chest.
You really wanted a better view of the changes, so you morphed away his shirt and boxers, leaving him only in his old bathrobe, which limply rested around his shoulders. His robe's openness allowed you to see what your morph had done to his genitals, and you marveled at their new appearance. Your dad's meatstick was immensely fat, even in its flaccid state, a solid eight soft inches long and three inches wide, resting atop a heavy sweaty pair of grapefruit-sized nuts that swung between the legs of the chair. You moaned softly as you could smell the musk from his balls from the other side of the kitchen. It made your dick tent up your pajama bottoms.
Lastly, your dad's head made audible cracking and crunching sounds as his skull rearranged into a semi-bovine shape. His face extended into a half-snout that made him decidedly more bull-like while still allowing him to be humanly expressive. His nose flattened and changed to a smooth rubbery texture, gaining the dark brown color of a bull nose. His ears grew out from the sides of his head, growing pointy on the ends and softening into a pair of adorable floppy cow ears that occasionally twitched. His physical changes were completed with a pair of bright shiny horns that extended from above his temples until each were six inches long.
Your dad let out a big long yawn, letting you view his extended widened cow-tongue.
You smirked as you thought of some last-minute additions. A big gold shiny ring appeared in your dad's wide flat nose, meanwhile a little green tag appeared on his right bovine ear, purely for fashion like his nose-ring.
Your dad's change was complete.
He was now a towering seven-foot tall hunk of beef.
Gone was his big hairy belly, replaced with an impressive cut 8-pack of abs. Veins bulged from his exposed thighs, and you guessed it was the same way on his biceps, though they were concealed by his now-stretched robe.
His large erect nipples protruded from his massive pillowy pecs, hardened by the cool conditioned air.
You just remained still, enjoying watching your dad as he idly continued his relaxation, unaware of the incredible change that had befallen him. He shifted in his chair, and for a moment you saw the back of the hem of his robe get swished up by your dad's new tail, a long fuzzy appendage tipped with a cute brown tuft.
Your dad lifted his mug of coffee, having no problem coordinating it to the new location of his mouth. He took a big sip and set the mug back down with a sigh.
Right at that moment, your mom finished her dishes. She had them all placed in the dishwasher, closed its door, and started its cycle.
She sighed and turned in place before giving your dad a big smile, not seeing anything wrong with him being an enormous muscular bull-man.
Your mom walked over until she was standing beside him, then slid one hand down his bulging chest and another down the back of his robe. Your dad smiled up at her as she began to rub him in a circular motion, front and back.
"You have anything planned for today, honey?" your mom asked her bovine husband.
"I was thinking about heading to the warehouse, actually," your dad replied, referring to his job. He was some upper-level manager of some distribution company, and regularly had to make trips to various warehouses to check in on things. Even on weekends. "The one on Dorset Street. Gotta make sure they're ready to ship for our new client."
"Okay, do your thing, love. I'm gonna go take a bath. Say hi to Bill for me?"
"Sure sweetie," your dad replied lovingly before your mom leaned down and met her lips with his. The two of them shared a lengthy tender kiss, your mom moving her hand from his chest to his thigh and caressing the taut flesh dangerously close to his meat and potatoes. Your dad's fat sleeping schlong twitched.
The two of them broke their kiss, and your mom turned to leave the kitchen. You stepped out of the doorway so she could walk past you, and she gave you a curious wink as she walked by, continuing through the living room to her bedroom.
Now you were alone in the kitchen with your cow-ified dad.
You'll admit, you weren't expecting to find him as hot as you were. He was such a giant hunk now, and his musk was making you incredibly horny. You stared hungrily at his dormant beef between his legs. Maybe you could let him relax in his chair, with you beneath him sucking on his schlong, or maybe he'd like to do something with a little more... action?
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