Day 3 - You wake up to a(nother) surprise

You wake up to your body being rocked. It feels nice. You're warm, covered by a heavy, hairy weight and there is a pulsing hotness in your vag. The way your legs are stretched all the way to the side is a little uncomfortable but you ignore that as the warm, heavy weight adjusts. With a content little sigh you squeeze down on the intruder in your pussy, and it slows its back and forth slide.

For a second, at least.

Soon it picks up its pace. The long hot length within you beats to the tune of its own drum, like a foreign heartbeat, and you sleepily squeeze around it every now and then. There is a stutter in the rhythm and soon you hear a groan of pleasure.

It's then you realize you're being fucked.

Eyes snapping open, you look up into the face of your father, eyes shut tight in bliss, open mouthed as he huffs once, thrusts into you. Somehow he gets even deeper into you than ever before and you know his cock-head is smashed against your cervix. Then, before you can properly wake up and tell him to get off you, he starts coming.

Inside your body, unaware to you, his little swimmers from the night before are already breaking into your egg and one lucky guy has won the race to become a baby. But his newest batch pushes even more forward. Straight into your baby making factor. Before it had just been a question of when the swimmers were going to get their chance at taking your pregnancy virginity, but with that final thrust from your father - scoop after scoop of sperm are shoved so far and deep into you that your egg is drenched in fighting, squirming tadpoles. It's like an ocean in your womb and because the universe hates you - or at least the voice on the phone does, your body drops another egg.

And your belly is full of two little babies to be within hours of each other.

Awake and freshly fucked you can only watch as your father moans, his dick finally stops twitching.

"Hmmmmmm," Your father groans his completion, smiling sleepily at you as he kisses you sloppily and collapses on you. "Thanks babe," His cock still shoved far up into you and closing the portal for any swimmers to leak from you. Even though it's no use, you're already pregnant. Getting comfortable he thrusts a few more times, dick twitching valiantly as if trying to get hard again, before he falls asleep on you again.

Then he's asleep, hilted in you, and snoring softly in your ear.

You reach for your phone and quickly send a text to Gwen: "GWEN! HELP!"

It takes a few seconds for your phone to tweet back at you.

"With what?"

"Dad came in last night. He - " You stop, wondering how to word it, and decide to go for vulgar. "He came in me last night and this morning!"

"Well, looks like you're fucked ;)"

You gape down at the phone. Could Gwen have planned this?... No that's ridiculous!

But then you scroll up and realize that text she had sent you the night before was real and not some fucked up part of your imagination. She really had lied about Dad having a vasectomy and he had come in you. A lot. Feeling sick you look at his slack-jawed expression of sleep.

Hoping your father is really asleep for good this time, you push him off you and he rolls to the side, clearly worn out. You quickly get up, and catch a glance of yourself in your mirror.

If your pussy lips had been destroyed before they were wrecked now. They were wide open, as if they couldn't shut on their own. Red, puffy, and swollen like you'd shoved your fist in it. Which wasn't too far off, you think, as you look at the flaccid dick of your dad and even not-hard it was impressive. When you look back at yourself you see bruises, too, on your hips and thighs, and as you turn around, on your lower back.

Hesitantly you drop you hand to open you vag and try and scoop out the latest load your father had deposited in you. You should still technically have a day left, but that won't matter if your already pregnant.

You phone vibrates then.

Right at that moment your father's second little swimmer's had elected their newest winner: Twin number two!

"What?" You snap into the phone as you realize who it must be with a sinking heart.

"You almost did it!" The voice is chipper on the other end. "But couldn't keep it in your pants, huh? Losing it in the final hour, yikes, that's gotta hurt. And by you're father, too! Welp, not even I expected _that _level of depravity. But, you're pregnant so there is no reason to follow up with you again. Have fun being a girl! Happy fucking!"

You just stare as the line clicks off.

You're pregnant.