This choice: Nick plans on fucking Derrick • Go Back...Chapter #7Nick plans on fucking Derrick by: Yote   At work, Nick grinned evilly, feeling himself get hard as he stared at the picture on his phone of his son in his wife's body, dressed up like some horny milf. Emily would never dress like that. Then her message popped up on the bottom of the screen "Okay! I sent him shopping for me. he's at the sewing store." Little did she know that his plans went far beyond an innocent prank.
He quickly excused himself with his boss, citing a family emergency, and drove as fast he could to intercept the teen on his errands. He parked up and snuck into the sewing store. The old lady behind the counter gave him a curious glance behind her glasses before going back to her knitting, the click of her needles filling the quiet of the store. It was a small place, a few shelves stacked with needles, thread and bundles of wool. And there was his target, Derrick, bent over a rainbow pile of mixed wool, his mature, denim-clad ass on display. Derrick had his shopping list in one hand, and looked to be trying to discern the difference between two slightly different balls of sky blue yarn.
As he crept closer, Nick considered his plan. The most important step was to keep the boy distracted long enough to run down the timer on the medallion. Once he was trapped in that fine form, Nick could take all the time he wanted. A significantly intimate display of affection would be enough to make it impossible for Derrick to shapeshift back in front of his dad.
With that in mind, Nick stepped up and gave the ass a squeeze, saying "I thought I'd find you here, sweetie."
Derrick squeaked and bolted upright, yarn going flying. He span around, eyes widening in panic as his face flushed beet red. He made a choked noise in his throat, "d-daah-dad, what are y-"
Nick pulled him close, locking lips, his hands going about his hips. Derrick had gone stiff as a board as Nick worked his tongue between his lips. When he finally broke free, he could see the disgust and dismay plain as day on Derrick's face. "What's wrong?" he teased. "Surprised to see me?" Derrick nodded dumbly. "Sorry, but how can I resist when I see you dressed like that," he grinned, his hands still lingering as continued to squeeze and caress his ass. "Well you could at least look happy to see me..." he prodded further. All he needed was for Derrick to commit to the deception, then he had him trapped, unable to back out and admit the truth.
Derrick squirmed. "I, uh... I... I am happy to see you... d-dear," Derrick mumbled uncertainly.
Got him, Nick thought triumphantly. Just to drive it home he planted a second smaller kiss on his cheek.
"Happy that I'm here to carry all your shopping, no doubt," Nick chuckled. "Never fear, your hero is here," he said, plucking the bags of shopping from around her legs. As he did so, he noticed one of them contained a large number of video games. The little scamp had been using his mother's credit card to buy games! Derrick desperately tried to retrieve that one but Nick held it away, pretending not to see.
"So where would you like to go?" Nick said breezily.
"G-go?"
"To eat."
"Oh. Uh. McDonalds?"
Nick feigned confusion. "Didn't you get my text?"
"Uh, yeah. Of course I did. On my mobile," Derrick mumbled, doing a terrible impression of Emily. "Wh-what did it say again?"
Nick shook his head in fake dismay. "What's gotten into you today. I texted you over an hour ago saying that I had the day off from work and was going to take you out for a lovely meal. Remember?"
Derrick's face fell. "Oh. I remember," he lied. Then his face brightened a little. "Can we still do McDonalds?"
"Hardly romantic now, is it?" Nick winked. "After you said that you'd managed to get rid of Derrick for a few hours, I assumed you wanted a little... personal time."
Derrick looked thoroughly miserable as he trudged back to the car. As the passenger seat clicked shut, Nick noticed him looking forlornly at the handle as if considering if it was too late to make a run for it. But his dad had the stash of video games now, the evidence, and as the car pulled away the doors locked.
Nick took the long way to the restaurant and drove slowly. He didn't know how long was left until the medallion expired but every minute was a minute closer to sealing him in that body. All he needed now was to not let Derrick out of his sight over a nice long romantic meal.
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