"Morning Bobby." the gentle voice of your wife, Nadia, echoes. You open your eyes to see her soft but angular face smiling at you, her horned head resting on the pillow beside you.
"Morning, sweetheart." you mutter with a smile of your own, stroking her cheek lovingly. You take your head in your hands and she lets you pull her into a kiss. You pull away to see her pupils dilating, and notice the way her breathing's quickened.
"Oh, sorry. Do you need-"
"No, it's fine." she smiles, rolling out of bed, her stubby tail twitching anxiously. "I'll just have a quick shower, then get breakfast on!"
You are Bob, a regular middle-aged man. You're a simple, traditional guy, and you like the simple things in life; barbecues with the family, cracking open a cold beer, and watching the game. You recently married and moved in with your wife Nadia and her kids; Peter and Jenny. One small catch, though—all three of them are Puazi.
Family life hasn't quite been what you thought it would be, owing in large part to the fact your mere smell makes not only your wife, but your step-children uncontrollably horny. It's certainly been an adjustment—you never expected one of your duties as a father would be helping your step-kids release their sexual frustration.
Still in your robe and slippers, you head downstairs to find the kids watching TV in the living room.
"Morning, dad." Jenny greets you, sniffing the air as you enter the room, her ears perking up excitedly at your scent.
"Morning, daddy." echoes Peter, causing you to wince in discomfort. You try to be a good father to him, but you never expected to have a son that called you 'daddy' in that husky, erotic tone—especially not with such a blush on his effeminate face.
"Morning." you agree, retrieving the morning paper. Making yourself a cup of tea, you sit down to enjoy a peaceful moment, sipping quietly as you relax and read the news.
"Bob..." you hear a pleading voice say, and you look up from your paper to see