Several weeks after his last encounter with Shawna, Tom was having dinner with his wife at home when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced up at his wife to see if she'd heard it. She was staring at him, her face a mask of suspicion.
"The boys?" she said tonelessly.
Tom just shrugged. "No idea. I'm eating. I'll check it after dinner."
He made sure to help with dishes afterwards, so that by the time he managed to sneak off to the bathroom, his wife had either forgotten about the text, or was sufficiently appeased to ignore it. Sitting on the closed toilet lid, Tom pulled out his phone and entered the passcode.
Expecting to hear from Daisy, Tom was surprised to see that the text was from Nate. They hadn't been in communication much lately. The text said only, I THINK IT'S DONE.
After a moment of confusion, Tom's heart began to pound. Could this mean what he thought it meant? He sent a quick text back: CAN YOU MAKE SURE?
Moments later, PRETTY FUCKING SURE.
This meant they had either done a pregnancy test or, God forbid, taken Daisy to a doctor for a professional opinion. Tom replied, PROOF?
He spent an anxious five minutes pacing back and forth in the small bathroom until his phone buzzed again with a photo from Nate. It showed him holding a pregnancy test. With a plus sign. They'd done it.
Tom felt dizzy, He wondered, far too late now, if he had made an enormous mistake. He was almost certain he had, but there was no mending it now. Before he left the bathroom, he flushed the toilet for his wife's benefit and washed his hands at the sink, splashing cold water on his face as he did. He looked at himself in the mirror, wondering how his wife would take the news.
The thought of having Daisy back in his own house-in his bed when his wife was out of town-cemented his resolve. He gripped his stiff cock through his trousers and gave it a squeeze, smiling nervously at his reflection before turning out the light and heading back downstairs.
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Daisy felt panicky. Her father would be irate. How could she possibly have gotten pregnant? She was supposed to be a good girl. Then again, she supposed the good girl facade had crumbled the day her father had discovered her dildo and porno mags, as well as her overdeveloped body straining to escape from those skimpy clothes.
Nate sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the pregnancy test. Daisy was still on the toilet, her legs spread. She hadn't even managed to wipe herself. The fear had been so overpowering, and now she was certain she was in shock. "What the fuck am I going to do?"
Abruptly Nate stood. "I'll have to send you back to your father's house. He and your mother will take good care of you throughout the pregnancy, I'm sure they will."
Daisy stood and followed him out of the bathroom, her dripping pussy scattering tiny drops of urine onto her thighs. "How do you know? My mother will disown me for sure!"
In the bedroom, Nate was already packing up her belongings-the scant few scraps of clothing along some toys she had brought, as well as her toiletries and makeup. "Your father was very reassuring over the phone," he said calmly.
"That was just a text!" Daisy flopped down on the new mattress on his bed, tiny drops of piss landing on the duvet cover between her thighs. Nate saw them and stood up.
"Be careful, little girl," he warned. "You're still in my house, and I'll punish you for that."
Daisy was feeling reckless. She was a pregnant woman, although her belly was still as flat as ever. She had noticed an increased tenderness in her breasts, but she had thought that was due in part to Nate's occasional rough handling of them. Her nipples were often hard, but now they were stiff all the time, and sore. Hard as diamonds, they thrust out against the thin cotton of her tight shirt. On her back with her legs spread, she brought her hands up to her nipples and began to stroke them through the fabric. "Punish me then."
The first slap across her wet twat made Daisy squeal and try to close her legs, but Nate forced them open again. He delivered a second slap across the jiggling wet flesh, and this time Daisy moaned. She often couldn't tell whether something like that actually felt good, or whether she was just trying to please the man who was doing it. The line had been permanently blurred a long time ago.
When his fingers slipped into her wet hole, she groaned and rolled over onto all fours. She shoved her face into the duvet and pushed her ass up towards Nate. "Make me squirt," she moaned provacatively, looking over her shoulder at him.
By way of an answer, Nate delivered a stinging slap across her asscheeks. "I'll do what the fuck I want. I'm in charge here, not you." But he began to finger her all the same, pushing against her g-spot the way he did when he wanted to make her squirt. Daisy pushed her ass further back, trying to fuck his fingers with her cunt.
Suddenly the fingers were gone and her pussy was empty. Daisy had closed her eyes, concentrating, but now they snapped open in surprise. "What are you-"
With no warning, he was pushing into her ass, his cock thrusting past her tight sphincter and into her bowels. He had spit on his cock, but the lubrication wasn't enough to ease his brutal entry. She squealed, unprepared, and tried to pull away, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock. "I'm going to have this ass one last time, and I'm going to fill it with cum the way I've always wanted," she heard him growl, though it was difficult to hear over her own wails.
After a moment, Daisy began to relax. She realized that the assault on her ass was only uncomfortable, not truly painful. Even so, she had wanted something in her pussy. She had felt strange ever since she thought she might be pregnant, and now that it had been confirmed, she wanted-needed-to feel sexy again. Before too long her pussy would serve a different purpose, becoming something much more clinical. She wanted affirmation that her cunt was still a desireable, fuckable hole. The fact that Nate was fucking her ass made her feel even more unwanted, disgusting-and very, very pregnant.
Ever dutiful, however, Daisy endured the assault. She even recognized the same sensations that would ordinarily have brought her intense pleasure, and supposed on some level that she was enjoying it, at least physically. Her pussy was brimming with juices, and she knew if he continued pounding her the way he was, she would cum. But he was still using her ass, the hole he clearly preferred. She remembered the time he had described her nasty cunt to her and how awful she had felt, worrying that she disgusted him with her enormous labia. She wondered if he had been genuinely disgusted all this time, fucking her only as some sort of bizarre favor to her father.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Nate grind deep into her ass and exclaim, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." She felt the first spurt inside her, and moaned along with him, trying to put on a good show. It would never do if he gave her father a negative report.
When he was finished, he pulled out of her ass and ordered her to stay exactly as she was, with her ass up in the air and her face still pressed against the duvet. He continued to pack her things, going to the bathroom to collect a few scattered toiletries. At last he returned to the bedroom to collect her. "Okay, you can stand up."
Daisy got awkwardly to her feet. Her anus was sore, and it hurt to move. "Can I put some clothes on?" she asked sheepishly. She was naked from the waist down, and she knew it was only a matter of time before the cum began to drain out of her asshole, even though it had closed back up since the assault.
Nate stared at her for a moment, looking her body up and down. "Yeah. Here, put these on."
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Tom heard the car pull into the drive, and he hurried outside to meet his daughter. She looked rather dazed, and she barely acknowledged his presence when he opened the car door to help her out. That was okay, Tom reasoned. They'd have plenty of time to get back on track.
She was dressed in a bright pink crop-top that did little to obscure her enormous tits or stiff nipples. Tom wondered suddenly if her nipples would squirt naturally now. He found himself having to fight not to pull up her the top and find out. On the bottom, she wore tiny gray drawstring shorts that revealed half of her ass, and even a little pussy. Again, he had to struggle not to fill his hands with those tight globes, or pull aside the crotch to spill her fat cunt. It was a huge bulge between her thighs, one her mother could not fail to notice. Well, so be it.
He thanked Nate curtly and sent him on his way, promising to call him later. He didn't want his wife coming out to see who was in the driveway. Luckily, she was only vaguely aware that something was happening outside and, engrossed in her iPad, hadn't bothered to look. When Tom opened the front door, she said without glancing up, "Was there someone here?"
