Lucid Dreaming (male/futa, male POV, female to futa transformation)

In a small adobe-style house near San Diego lived a man, John, and his wife, Emily. John worked on the nearby military base and Emily did customer support calls as a work-from home. On the weekends or in the evenings John spent a lot of his time playing games on his computer and surfing the internet. Emily knew John kept a pretty extensive porn collection on his computer, and that he had a thing for futa porn, too. Emily was bi, had no issue with it and she liked looking at his porn sometimes, as well.

This evening was pretty much the same as any other, John sat in front of his computer, Emily on her computer behind him and was browsing some porn on a few websites he liked. A little futa here, a little non-futa there, some normal stuff, some weird stuff. He was also playing a couple games off and on after dinner and it was starting to get late. Emily was yawning behind him and John was starting to doze at the keyboard, just sort of clicking through random porn sites now, gaming long since been abandoned since he was too tired to focus.

Emily pushed out her chair and he heard her getting up and getting undressed for bed. He was just about to do the same and was just turning around in his chair as he heard her gasp, "What the hell?"

John stopped what he was doing and looked over to see what had startled Emily only to come face to face with a pretty decent-sized flaccid cock jutting out from beneath Emily's T-shirt, her pants crumpled on the floor at her feet. She was gripping the edge of he shirt and pulling it down over the base of her cock with a shocked look on her face, like somehow if she was able to cover this intruder on her pelvis that it might just disappear.

'Oh,' John thought to himself, not missing a beat, 'I'm dreaming.' John had had lucid dreams a few times, and falling asleep at his computer and ending up having a lucid dream about futanari seemed the most reasonable explanation here. Grinning he rose and grabbed a hold of Emily's new addition, thinking about all the times he'd fantasized about this before. Emily snapped his eyes up with a look on her face like he'd just slapped her. Surely she'd never experienced a firm grip on her penis before and mixed emotions of shock, fear and lust shot across her face. "John, what are...," she started to say, before his other hand came up to the first and began stroking and fondling her brand new cock, rubbing the bit of shaft still forward of his hand. The rest of her question was lost in a sudden shudder and primal grunt of animal satisfaction.

The look that Emily gave John after that was simple animal lust mixed with ample amounts of curiosity. She silently bit her lip in anticipation of what he might do next, though her hands remained tugging downwards on her shirt, her now erect nipples pressing out into the fabric visibly. John gripped her dick firmly at the base and moved it to the left and right, examining it and measuring it against his hands. It had h