An idea entered your mind.
Perhaps you could accompany your dad to the warehouse, and use your powers on someone outside your family? The thought of morphing his coworkers was tantalizing to be sure.
It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"You're gonna head to the warehouse, dad?" you asked him, uncaring that your pajama bottoms were still being obscenely tented by your erect average dick.
He looked over and noticed you for the first time. "Uhh, yeah," he replied bluntly. "In a bit. I gotta get dressed first, then I'll head on over."
You crossed the kitchen to the side of the table opposite your dad and leaned against the backrest of a chair.
"Would it be cool if I came along?" you asked tentatively.
The big sexy bull set down his paper and gave you a surprised look.
"You want to come with me to the warehouse?" he responded quizzically.
"Sure, why not? I wanna see what you do."
Your dad leaned back in his chair and crossed his bulging arms. "Hmm... I guess that'd be okay. It's not very exciting, but it also shouldn't take too long. Just gotta check in on the managers and oversee some stuff, then we'll come back, okay?"
"Okay, that sounds great!"
"Alright, let's go get dressed and head out then."
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Thirty minutes later, you and your dad were about to arrive at the warehouse.
His truck had been retroactively altered into a massive Ford F-450, adjusted to fit your dad's massive frame. Awful fuel economy, but you found the vehicle's inherent association with ranching hilarious and fitting considering your dad's bovine form.
You had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, but your dad's outfit was receiving your full attention.
He had on a lavender polo shirt that hugged his torso and displayed every detail of his rippling chest, and a pair of khaki short-shorts that were wayyyy too tight, clinging snugly to his veiny immense quads and bulging out lewdly at the groin from his oversized genitals.
The entire drive you stared at his bulge.
Eventually, you couldn't take it any longer and subtly reached your left hand over and placed it gently on his thigh. You very lightly began to rub his powerful leg, getting your first feel of your dad's amazing new body.
The humanoid bull gave you a smirking side-eye.
"You're being very friendly today," he said with a chuckle. "If you're wanting to have a little... fun, I guess we could have some when we get home, sport." Without warning, your dad reached a huge strong hand over and groped your crotch, squeezing your concealed cock and balls between his fingers.
"Nngh! Dad!" you moaned.
He chuckled again before releasing you and returning the hand to the wheel.
Not a minute later, your dad turned off the road and pulled the huge truck into the parking lot of the warehouse.
"And here we are," he noted. "Don't know why you wanted to come along, my job's nothing special. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were just looking for an excuse to spend some alone time with me, haha." He gave you a sexy look as he turned off the truck and yanked the keys from the ignition.
You laughed nervously. "Yeah, haha. That's why!"
Your dad was unconvinced, but nonetheless proceeded to open his door and climb out onto the pavement.
It was time for you to determine what exactly you wanted to do to this place. You wanted the morph to be done before you walked in, so you could possibly be surprised by some aspects of it you hadn't intended before.
As you opened your own door and began to step out, you figured that you'd do a large scale morph. One that affected the entire warehouse, or even all the warehouses in your dad's company.
Now walking toward the entrance alongside your hulking hunky bull, you projected your power and commanded it to fulfill your wishes.
All the employees of your dad's company were to be enormous anthropomorphic bulls like your dad. You almost stumbled as you felt some of your strength leave you, signaling the implementation of your morph. Thankfully, you were able to maintain your balance and didn't end up passing out.
You and your dad entered the building, your dad having to bend a little to fit his horns under the top of the doorway.
It was your typical warehouse for large-scale shipping. Rows and rows of pallets, everywhere, all holding countless boxes and containers and such. You weren't sure what your dad's company specifically shipped, but honestly you couldn't give less of a shit.
The two of you turned down one of the long aisles and you spotted your first bulls.
They were partaking in some very... unprofessional activities.
From a distance, all you could make out was that they were fucking, the one in front having his pants around his ankles while the one behind was reaming his ass for all it's worth.
"Ah, there's Bill and Linda," your dad said, somehow recognizing the pair. "Good. They're the co-managers of this branch."
You followed him over to the two rutting manbeasts, subconsciously questioning your dad's mentioning of the name 'Linda'.
Once you were close enough, you figured it out.
The bull in the back was a woman. Er... a shemale now, you supposed. Since your morph specifically turned all the employees into BULLS, all the women company-wide have sprouted big fat penises.
Linda had black fur with white accents, and a tag in her ear like your dad. She wore a low-cut blouse that exposed her enormous cleavage, her breasts having been greatly expanded thanks to your morph. Her body otherwise was impressively muscular, like your dad's, but still maintained a noticeably feminine shape. The pinstripe skirt she wore was bunched up above her spectacular meat that was even larger than your dad's. The horrifically fat tool pistoned in and out of the thick jiggly ass of the bull that apparently was Bill.
You had met Bill once before. He was previously a heavy-set ginger man with a beard. Now, however, his body was much improved, although his previous stature was reflected in his new form.
His whole body was covered in a reddish-brown fur coat, and while he was brawny and manly like your dad, his muscles were less defined and he had a fairly pronounced gut. His cock and balls were also not as impressive as your dad's, and especially not as big as Linda's. The ginger bull's chubby 10-incher throbbed and leaked pre onto the floor as his ass was pounded roughly by his shemale coworker.
"Ffffffffuck, Linda!" Bill moaned. "Your dick is so fucking big!"
"*hahh* *hahh* I know," Linda panted. "But you should know better than to present me that big sexy ass of yours, Bill."
"Mmh! Ah! I was just picking something off the floor! Uhhf!"
A long string of thick bovine pre connected their two heavy ballsacks each time Linda pulled her hips back. With each of her thrusts, her cantaloupe-sized nuts slapped against Bill's loudly and powerfully, making the chubbier bull grunt.
Your dad looked down and saw the stream of pre that oozed from Bill's slit.
"Oop, he's gonna make a mess," your dad said to you.
Surprisingly, he hurried over and knelt down in front of Bill and slurped his penis into his mouth.
"Ah! Rich! You're here!" Bill announced, startled by the sudden envelopment of his cock into a hot wet tube.
Linda just smiled and continued fucking her coworker as your dad slurped up and down on Bill's comparatively small meat.
"Oh ffffffffuck! I'm gonna cum!" the fat bull cried.
"Me too!" Linda added. "I'm gonna fill you up, Bill!"
Linda gave Bill one last thrust with all her strength. She and her coworker groaned in unison as their big bovine balls unloaded their contents.
Linda pumped a veritable gallon of her spooge deep inside his guts, meanwhile Bill was shooting his own ropes into your dad's mouth.
You watched with extreme interest as your dad gulped over and over, effortlessly swallowing everything his subordinate gave him.
When it was finally all over, your dad leaned back and slid Bill's meat from his mouth. The spongy head came out with a pop!, then the whole exhausted schlong flopped down onto his balls. Linda's did the same as she managed to free her girldick from Bill's asshole.
Your dad smiled at the two of them and rose to his feet.
"Had to make sure you weren't getting your cum everywhere again," he told Bill teasingly.
"Yeah... sorry," the chubby bull replied. "We were just feeling extra randy this morning." He bent over and pulled his pants up, and Linda followed suit by letting her skirt fall back over her softening beefstick.
"It's alright," your dad assured them. "A little cum never killed anyone. You just never know when someone from corporate's gonna walk in, y'know?"
"Right, yeah," Linda said. She looked over and spotted you standing across the aisle from them. "Who's this?"
"Ah, Bill you remember my son Ben?" your dad asked, motioning toward you.
"Of course, how are you?" he greeted, stepping over to shake your hand.
"I'm good, sir," you answered politely.
"And Ben, this is the other co-manager, Linda," your dad introduced. You shook her hand as well.
"What brings you here, Ben?" Linda asked.
"Ben just wanted to see what I did for my job," replied your dad. "And I figured why not? Not a lot to do today, anyway. Just some preparations for our new client. Speaking of which, do you two have the paperwork done?"
Bill and Linda looked at each other.
"Of course," Bill replied. "It's on your desk, right Linda?"
"Yep," the shemale responded, nodding. "Although you still need to grab the TPS reports from your cabinet, Bill."
"Oh, right. Shall we?"
The two of them set off down the aisle toward the office, already over the intense sex they just had. From behind, you could spot the growing stain of cum on the back of Bill's pants. It appeared his gaping hole was incapable of holding back Linda's cream.
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