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“And you're sure these will work?”
Picking up the bottle of pills off the pharmacist's counter I examined the little oval tablets, finding it hard to believe that the solution to my problem was covered by my insurance plan.
“Oh, believe me, they work,” Allen grinned, the fat fuck wiggling his eyebrows. “Been slipping them to Anna for a month now and you wouldn’t believe the results.”
I eyed him warily. Sure, I trusted the guy, but I’d also known him to exaggerate. “Got any proof?”
Allen reached in his pocket to pull out his phone, the pharmacy blessedly empty as he went to his photos app. “You remember what she looked like before?”
I nodded. Anna had been a petite kid, unlike her father. If it weren’t for a mole I remembered on her left cheek I might not have recognized her as Allen played a video, the results of the drug speaking for itself.
“Holy shit,” I whistled.
“This company gets it,” he advertised proudly, locking his phone. “You and me? We get it, right?”
“Right,” I agreed, still in shock of the high res video; all that skin, all that—
“I’m telling you, few years and it’ll be legal, the kind of stuff we want to do. A lot of states are already decriminalizing the laws stopping us. Hell, a few have gotten rid of their age of consent laws altogether.”
I made a face, shaking my head. “I’m not in it for all of that.”
“Imagine it though,” Allen pressed. “Anyone you want, anywhere you want, any way you want. True freedom. Shit this country was built on.”
“Sure, buddy.”
“I can’t wait to have Anna here,” he continued, lost to his lewd fantasies. “Let my more discerning customers feel the proof themselves.”
“You’d do that? With random men?”
He chuckled. “Did I forget to mention the side effects?”
It had taken nothing to crush up the first pill and mix it in your food, the lasagna I’d made for you and your brother devoured in less than ten minutes. That was the problem with growing kids, had to keep them fed. I’d idly considered how much more I’d have to feed you once the pills began to take effect, how subtle changes to your diet would alter the results.
I could have asked Allen, I supposed but I wasn’t sure how much more of that guy I could stand, his obsession with his daughter… we weren’t the same. You… you were perfect. Worth a hundred Anna’s. And I’d prove that once I gave biology a little push.
That night while you slept I went to the forums to read the testimonies, before and after photos littering the feed, the company responding to consumer questions. It was a precise science, the pills formulated to trick the body, altering the hormonal structure of its users. The results had varied of course but the effectiveness was undeniable.
Closing my eyes I fisted my cock to the promise of tomorrow, letting myself imagine a world where tomorrow was anywhere and anyway just as Allen had said.
A week had passed when you knocked on my bedroom door, dressed in your school uniform. “Dad?”
I popped out of the en-suite to find you shifting uncomfortably, the buttons on your blouse straining against the new found fullness of your chest.
Fucking hell, he’d been right.
You’d been endowed before but now…
“I think somethings wrong,” you said, shifting your feet as you ground your thighs together.
The front door shut and it was my cue, your brother off to school not bothering to wait for you.
“What’s wrong baby?” I asked, my cock already beginning to throb at the sight of you.
“I don’t know,” you cleared your throat unable to meet my eyes. “It’s embarrassing but I don’t know what to do.”
“Why don’t you sit?” I suggested, my bed made fresh, ready to be ruined.
You sat, obedient as ever, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “I feel funny? And— And my— My chest hurts.”
I sat beside you, ever the concerned father. “Like your heart?”
You shook your head. “My— My,” you muttered boobs under your breath.
I reached out to feel for your temperature, remembering what the forum said about skin on skin contact. You shuddered then looked down, crying out as your shirt began to soak through.
“What happening?!” you yelled.
I cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at me. “You're lactating.”
“Lactating?!”
“I know you took biology sweetheart,” I said calmly, eyes watching as the white of your pressed shirt turned opaque, not daring to lick my lips yet. “When a woman—”
“I’m not pregnant! I'm a virgin!” you cried, tears welling in your eyes.
I knelt to the floor in front of you, one hand on your cheek the other on your bare knee. “Breathe, baby. Do you want to go to the hospital?”
“I can’t— it just hurts,” you whined. “What do I do?”
I smiled, having played through this very moment in my head countless times since I’d started drugging you. “Well, sweetie, when your mother was lactating the only thing that helped her was feeding.”
You blinked, watery eyes confused.
“If she were here now I’m sure she’d suggest the same.”
“But I don’t have a baby,” you whimpered, bottom lip trembling. “How can I—”
“I’ll do it,” I blurted, entirely too eager.
Your jaw dropped. “What? No!”
“It’s that or take you to the hospital, babygirl.”
You began to cry in earnest as I rubbed soothing circles against your thigh. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby.”
“Daddy, make it stop,” you whispered at last.
I wasted no time in unbuttoning your soaked blouse, finding your cotton bra completely drenched. Gods you’d grown. It must have hurt trying to force yourself into it, the 28Cs I jacked off into then washed were far too small now.
Most men had said their daughters went up at least four, even five cup sizes. You had to be at least an I if not a J —all of it full of what I wanted most.
I reached behind you and unsnapped your bra, unsurprised when it flung off, your gorgeous smooth tits bouncing free. You exhaled in relief but I knew it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough.
“Why is this happening?” you wept, your nipples steadily dribbling milk, soaking your skirt.
“I don’t know baby but I’m here to make it all better,” I said before letting myself lunge, latching onto your left breast.
You shrieked as I sucked but in the split second it had taken to cross that line, you relaxed into it, the magic of the pill working it's true miracle.
Suckling, I ran my hand up your thigh and under your skirt, your body complying of its own will as your brain chemistry rewired itself, legs spreading for me as I drank and drank and drank.
I’d spent months imagining the taste of your milk but having it now, my fingers tearing at your panties, your breathy moans filling the air, there was nothing so sublime.
I came in my pants, uncaring as I indulged in you, my greatest creation, a part of myself for myself. I had come for you so many times before but now, now I could come with you, on you, in you as often as I pleased and you would beg me for it.
“Daddy,” you moaned, hands in my hair, pulling roughly as I discovered it hadn’t just been your bra that was soaked. “Feels so good.”
Still hard, I switched to your right, plunging my fingers in your tight pussy as I drank from the well of life itself, milk dribbling down my chin onto my shirt. I would have this, have you, every morning when I woke and every night before bed; in a few years time I’d have you at my office too, perched on my desk while I drank my fill and filed my reports.
You came as I lost myself to the fantasy, your body so responsive for me now, slick and soaked and covered in milk.
I tore away from you long enough to strip bare, your pitiful whines like music to my ears as you begged for me.
“Please daddy, don’t stop. I need you.”
Who was I to tell you no?
Laying you back I continued to suck swearing I could feel your tits growing as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of your milk. You writhed under me, a whole new girl drugged and remade just for my indulgences.
You gasped as I slid my cock into your soaked pussy, screaming, “Yes, daddy!”
I came again, inspired by your enthusiasm, deciding I was going to keep you in my bed all day, sucking and fucking, the milk keeping me hard and nourished so I could continue to take what was rightfully mine.
Sliding in and out of you I greedily dug my fingers into your perfect fucking tits, milk spraying as I began to fuck you in earnest.
“Daddy, yes, gods please don’t stop!” you cried, your tears now that of ecstasy as you came on my cock, your mind broken and body bent to my will.
The perfect pill, that’s what it was, designed to take little girls and make them willing little fuck dolls.
Together we fucked into the afternoon, hours spent sucking your tits and coming inside of you; you’d fallen asleep at one point but your body kept on, clenching around my cock, come coating the bed just as milk covered our bodies.
I woke you up by telling you how much I loved you, face smashed between your breasts, milk leaking into my hair, when the door to my bedroom opened.
“Dad? Sis? The fuck?!”