This choice: Inspired by your change to the jogger, you go find more strangers to change • Go Back...Chapter #7Going for a walk ;) by: M.M.69   Your dad lifted you off his cock and it popped out of your vagina followed by a small stream of fluids. The two of you sighed and your dad set you down onto the grass.
"Satisfied?" he asked impishly.
Your face was flushed and your legs shook as you tried to stand, using your hands on your dad's chest to steady yourself.
"Y-yeah daddy," you replied. "Thank you."
"Anytime son," he said and gave you a quick peck on the lips.
Your dad released you and walked over to his shovel and resumed his yardwork, declining to put his undies and shorts back on.
Finally managing to recover after the pounding you received, you told your dad, "I think I'm gonna go for a walk."
"Sure sport, don't get lost, okay?"
You started crossing your front yard to the sidewalk. You became acutely aware of your bare feet, and correctly assumed you wouldn't be able to walk for very long on the concrete before tearing your soft feet up. Instead of morphing yourself a pair of shoes, you just altered your feet to where they could withstand walking on pavement without injury.
Finishing this, you set off down the street.
The true motive for your journey was to find more strangers to morph. You were inspired by the change you made to the jogger, and wished to really mess with reality, making people accept things that were truly insane.
Cars passed you on the street, the drivers paying no mind to your bare hindquarters, nor the fat pussy you had anchoring your boyish frame.
After a few minutes, you reached an intersection. Looking around, you saw three potential groups that you could mess with, and pondered your choices carefully.
On the opposite corner was a small park. There was a play area on which a little boy and girl were running around and laughing. A hot woman you presumed to be their mom sat on a bench watching them. She wore yoga pants and a small hoodie, and looked a little bored as she observed her kids.
Directly across the street from you was a café. Sitting on one of the round outside tables was a group of four college students, two guys and two girls. They were having a jovial time, and made lots of racket as one of them apparently said something really funny.
Lastly, coming up to you was an athletic-looking teenage boy walking an enormous dog. His dog was an adult Great Dane, and was clearly male, judging by the huge canine nads swinging around between his hindlegs. Could be fun.
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