Day 3 - A family struggle

You push and pull to try and get free, only to hear your father's angry voice. "Unacceptable, your mother was right when she said you don't know your place." Of course you try to respond, your lips parting to reply, but... no words leave your mouth. Fuck! "No answer? Are you finally accepting your situation?" You begin struggling harder against the tight grip he holds on your wrists, but it's no good. With a glare towards Gwen, you hope that she will at least tell your dad about the stupid medicine that numbed your throat and prevented you from friggin' talking! But it was no good. She didn't even look your way, nor did she pay you a glance when your father dragged you by your wrists back to the master bedroom and tossed you onto the bed.

With some newfound energy, he tore off your bathrobe, pushed you onto your back and lifted your tiny feet up and onto his broad shoulders. Caught up in the rush, you finally attempt to say something again, but once more you couldn't speak! Your father in the meantime unbuttoned his pants without even bothering to strip first, and then guided his bloated cockhead down to the still slippery entrance into your body. He's swiftly pulling out the tampon that had kept you stuffed full of cum, and replaces it with his own dick in a single push, coaxing a shrill gasp out of you!

Fuck, you immediately get reminded of the thick girth of his appendage as it stretches you wide open to make room for his fuck stick. As if to teach you a lesson that your only valuable body part was the neat triangle between your legs, he quickly begins pounding into you with full thrusts, drawing wet squelches of defeat out of your vag while the bed was rapidly creaking and squeaking.

In such an intense situation, you alternate between using your hands to cover your bouncing tits, and raising your hands up in a feeble attempt at pushing your father off yourself. Unfortunately he was once again fully intent on breeding your little pleasure slot, so when he began speeding up, you swiftly realized the awful situation you were caught in... he was simply stronger, and no amount of struggling would get you free! Shit... the only thing you could still hope for was that his seed wouldn't take root inside your belly.

While swinging his hips back and forth energetically, he's proceeding to lower his hands to push down on your shoulders and get you into an even more **** position. He even groaned in pure bliss as he began hitting your tender little cervix with the crown of his appendage, making you flinch, shiver and squirm deliberately while he held you down... "ahnn!"

"Such a.. tight little cunt you've got... I'd hate to lose having access it... sorry son.. this is for the best, for us, as family..." He began speeding up even more, spilling the combination of your juices and his across the stained bed sheets before shoving his weight right against your groin and releasing a literal burst of his sperm! It splashed against your **** cervix, drowning your insides as more and more of his baby batter entered your snug pussy until it began to overflow. "Nnnh!" he moaned in pure bliss as he gave you another firm thrust, pushing his seed deeper in where it belongs as it kept on pouring into you endlessly! Every splash made you feel more wet and defiled on the inside, but he didn't care. It was a disgusting experience and you could only wish it was a bad dream...

The two of you continue going at it for the entire evening, repeatedly mating while you're already beyond sore and bruised, until you're both completely spent and unable to go on any longer. Your mom has enough respect for you to leave you alone, while you are suffering through your anxiety and panic while being stuck under your father, with his softening dick resting inside your genitals. He's very well aware of how his sperm doesn't need your consent in order to do its job inside you. Without much of a choice, you reluctantly close your eyes while praying that your dad hadn't managed to succeed with his goal. It would be a bitter-sweet victory for you if you'd wake up as your male self in the morning, finally able to get your **** on him and your family for what they did... you contemplate all the different possibilities, cursing at your sister, punching a hole in the wall, or just giving all of them the middle finger and never returning home. Just living the good life on a farm somewhere with a girlfriend or wife. Restoring your masculinity.

Alas, as you wake up in the morning, you hear the peaceful snoring of your father on top of you. His beer belly was spread across your back and pinning you face-first against the mattress, making it difficult to breathe. After another brief prayer, you look down, hoping to see a lack of tits and none of that flawless skin you had... But it was still there. You were still a girl! Also in all likelihood, a very pregnant one. Shit!

"M-mornin' ..." Your father woke up slowly, a pleased smile on his face as he stares down at you and your perky breasts. Worst of all, you still couldn't respond to anything, your voice remained muted and you could only hope that Gwen may restore it some day... "I can't wait to tell your mother the good news," he added before planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek and leaving an imprint of his saliva on your pale skin. As he pulled his hips back, you could feel his flaccid shaft slipping out of your freshly permanent vagina. The only thing worse than the humiliation of fucking your own dad, was the fact that you were also carrying his child inside your body, a parasite that would soon grow big and further change your appearance for the worse. Your chances of escaping the situation changed from slim, to none. And it would very likely turn into a constant cycle of being bred again, every year, until he loses interest in you.

You quickly learn that daddy likes his teenage girls to be 'old school' and all about fucking in the most natural way, just like back in the 1970's - none of that nonsense about condoms or pulling out. Keep some baby wipes ready for your twat, since you will be leaking someone else's semen for the rest of your life.
So much for being 'gracefully feminine' and 'pure' now that you're a woman...