He's wary, but can't abandon his daughter

Anton could hardly believe what he was seeing outside the bunker. Last he had seen his daughter, she had been a slightly above average looking, short young woman, extremely confident for her age and well prepared to survive whatever apocalypse was unfolding around them. He had sent her out to scout around the neighborhood and try to confirm what was going on. He had contacts in the city that had told him what they saw before he lost contact with them, but he could hardly believe it.

Now, he had ****. Standing outside his bunker was clearly his daughter, her long brown hair and green eyes the same he had known since she was born, but almost everything else about her was different. In the hour since he had seen her last, she had grown to six feet tall, acquired tits that strained her shirt and were nearly the size of her head, had her things and ass expanded to proportions to make a porn star envious, and, somehow, a massive penis that appeared to be fully functional, if the white fluid dribbling from the tip was any indication.

"Papa, please, I'm scared," Heather begged from outside the bunker, her voice coming out of the speakers in the control room. In any other circumstance, Anton would have easily rejected the person outside begging for entry. This was his daughter though, part of the reason he had made this bunker was to protect her. And now, with sex fiends running around and searching for fresh sluts to fuck, he couldn't bring himself to leave his beautiful little girl out there to be ravished by some crazed idiot with a dick.

"Okay baby, here's what we're going to do. From what I know, whatever this is, it's infectious, so you're going to have to be quarantined until we can fix it. I'm going to give you a pair of pants for you to put on and then we'll get you inside, okay?"

"Okay," Heather said, trembling slightly. 'She must be terrified,' the red-haired man thought, his heart melting for her. He quickly rushed to the bunker door with a pair of loose sweatpants and slid them through a slot in the reinforced steel. He heard the shuffling of fabric through the intercom, followed by his daughter's voice.

"Papa, I don't think this is going to work," she said, voice still trembling.

"As long as we follow proper safety precautions, there should be nothing to worry about."

"N-not that. These pants are...really uncomfortable," she mumbled, like her mind was on something else.

"It'll be okay, baby girl. I'm opening the door now, okay? Just don't touch anything and go straight to one of the rooms." A brief noise of assent was all he heard before the heavy mechanized door started to open, letting in the night air. His daughter waddled in awkwardly and Anton realized why the pants were uncomfortable for her.

His daughter's penis was erect and at full length, the tip very clearly pressing against the fabric, a large wet spot quickly appearing. Anton couldn't help but watch as the throbbing length jerked and spasmed with every small step his daughter took. He realized a few seconds later that the young woman was well clear of the door, prompting him to quickly seal the structure again. By the time the pneumatic seals were in place, Heather had already disappeared further into the bunker. He ran after her just in time to see her disappear into one of the more isolated bedrooms. He made note of the room number and rushed back to the control room. He didn't have cameras in any of the bedrooms, but he had set up an intercom system.

"Heather, are you okay?" he quickly asked on an open channel to the room his daughter had entered. A minute later, the speaker crackled to life.

"I'm okay Papa," she said, her voice less strained than it had been. "I think I just need to be alone. Make sure no one comes into this room too. I don't want to infect anyone."

"I will, sweetheart. You just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay." The connection cut and Anton slumped in his seat. He knew he was taking a massive risk with Heather, but he trusted his little girl. She was in control, nothing like the mindless monsters outside. He just had to keep her isolated until a cure was found. Maybe his wife had an idea of something that would work. Resolved to ask her, Anton called for everyone in the bunker to go to the main living area. He had to tell everyone to avoid Heather's room, something he thought best to do in person.

In her room, Heather was completely overwhelmed. She knew she was a danger to everyone in the bunker just by being here, but she felt so much safer inside it. She just had to make sure no one touched her, right?

Of course, that wasn't the only reason she felt like she was in over her head. Her new anatomy was ridiculously sensitive. The first thing she had done after entering the room was throw off all her clothes in an attempt to lessen the friction on herself. However, being completely naked had its own set of problems. Her enlarged breasts bounced and jostled with every step she took, each movement pulling on the tender flesh in an extremely tantalizing way, forcing her to move slowly and carefully. Her thighs also shook with each step, the plush flesh squeezing against each other and her still wet pussy.

But her biggest problem was her new penis. She had managed to get it to deflate slightly after her initial orgasm, only for the innocuous task of putting on a loose pair of pants to nearly undo her. The huge organ between her legs had shot back up to full size as soon as she touched it, a powerful wave of lust rushing through her. It had been all she could do to keep from dropping to the ground and cumming on the spot. The walk to the room had been equally torturous, the fabric far too rough on her tip for her rampaging senses.

Now, standing naked in the middle of the room, Heather was breathing heavily as the strange pleasure of the cock attached to her continued to course through her. With nothing else to focus on, she found she could feel her new testicles churning with another huge load waiting to be spilled. And if the throbbing ache in her pelvis was any indication, it wasn't going to be long before she wouldn't be able to hold it back anymore.

'Maybe if I...' she thought, slowly lowering her hand towards the aching length that had replaced her clit. Her soft hand hovered bare centimeters away from the hot shaft before she **** it back.

"I can't, it's wrong. I shouldn't." Heather continued to mutter to herself, trying hard to convince herself of her own words. She struggled with herself, desperately trying to hold back the ocean of lust that raged inside her. It was a battle she couldn't win, she realized, the rising tide of cum inside her reaching the same level it had outside just before she had cum all on her own.

"Oh no, no, no, not here, not in here," she said frantically, trying to balance finding somewhere safe and not cumming her brains out. With no other ideas in her short-circuiting brain, Heather threw the door of her room open and dashed into the communal women's bathroom, immediately locking herself into one of the stalls. She was panting heavily, her enormous tits shaking with each labored breath, the already familiar feeling of her orgasm building to its inevitable peak.

'If I'm going to cum, I might as well get it over with,' the gasping futa thought, finally losing the battle she was fighting with herself. Her hand fell to her massive, throbbing cock and finally wrapped around it. Her fingers struggled to encircle the whole of the penis, it was so thick. Not that it mattered much, the sensations of pleasure coursing through her made it impossible to sue her hands with precision. All Heather could manage was tightening her grip slightly and sliding her hand to the base of her cock before her balls overloaded and her orgasm hit.

The young futa gasped and moaned, the joy of finally unleashing her seed without restraint crushing her mind in a wave of bliss as her cock fired spurt after spurt of thick, white liquid. Through her hand on the base of her cumming shaft, she could feel every burst of jizz as it rushed out of her balls and out her engorged tip. Her legs could barely support her, and she only remained standing by leaning against the closed door of the stall as her leg muscles fluttered and seized. Her groans of euphoria echoed through the empty bathroom, joined every other second by the wet splat of cum hitting things. Heather didn't bother to hold back this time, enthusiastically emptying her heavy testicles and relieving the pressure from them.

After an unknowable amount of time, the pulsing of Heather's balls slowed and finally stopped, the hot remnants of her orgasm rolling down her throbbing shaft that continued to jerk for a few seconds after it ran out of jizz to expel. With a loud gasp, the relaxed futa took a deep breath, finally in control of her body again. Her hand on her slowly deflating cock squeezed lightly, making the organ jump and ooze another small blob of cum out its tip.

Legs trembled as she pushed herself upright again, her thick thighs clenching again and sending her tumbling forward. Heather frantically threw her unoccupied hand out and pressed it against the wall to keep from falling over, her palm suddenly covered with something sticky. Heather slowly opened her eyes, still cloudy with the memory of overwhelming rapture. Her green orbs slowly focused, before widening as she realized what she was looking at.

She had cum everywhere. The toilet was full of white semen, and more ran down the sides. The wall her hand was resting on looked like it had been repainted, long trails of gooey white going from higher than she was tall to the floor, which was equally decorated with her cream. She stared at the mess she had made, her mind slowly coming back to full operation.

She was a walking bio-hazard and she had just emptied balls she shouldn't have all over the stall with a huge cock that she also shouldn't have. The whole room was probably just as dangerous as being outside among all those sex freaks.

'Am I one of those sex freaks?' Heather wondered, standing up successfully and looking at the white splooge that covered her hand. The amount on it alone was more than any of her previous boyfriends had ever cum in one go, and she had produced several dozen times that amount. The scent of her cum surrounded her, filling her nose with its salty smell. 'It smells...different,' she thought, slowly bringing her cum-covered hand closer to her nose and taking a deep breath.

"Mmmmm..." she groaned, the aroma of her fresh cum seeping into her brain. Her eyes slowly started to close again as her tongue extended before she came back to herself and realized what she was doing.

She had been about to lick her own cum off of her hand, and was probably going to enjoy it. She quickly wrenched the stall door open and stumbled out of it, the heavy weight of her tits seeking to unbalance her again. She quickly rushed to the sinks and rinsed her hand thoroughly until no trace of sperm remained. She did the same for her cock, gently wicking away the jizz that covered it to avoid triggering the sensitive organ.

She quickly threw the bundle of tissues in the garbage, washed her hands again, and looked back at the coated bathroom stall. The scent of the cum still called to her and she was afraid that if she didn't flee now, she wouldn't want to. So, before she could be tempted further, she ran out of the bathroom and back into her chosen room, locking the door behind her. She immediately went over to the intercom and called her father in the control room.

"Heather, what is it, are you okay?" he asked as soon as he picked up. Heather looked at the speaker for a second, unsure of what to say, before just saying what happened.

"Papa, I had...there was an incident. The women's bathroom is a mess. It might be infectious," she said quickly before falling silent, waiting for her father's response.

"O-okay, we'll clean that up then. Just...could it happen again?" he asked, maintaining his cool.

"Yes," Heather said quietly, ashamed that she might lose control of herself again, but also excited. She couldn't deny that cumming with her huge futa dick wasn't the best thing she had ever felt.

"Then just stay in your room, no one will go in there and everything will be contained. Don't worry about any mess, we can deal with it later."

"Okay. Could you maybe send some clothes? My others were really uncomfortable."

"I will. Don't worry baby, everything will be okay. Let me know if you need something else." The connection dropped and the quiet of the room invaded Heather's mind, her thoughts scattered and a dozen different emotions rushing through her. She was tempted to cry, but pushed that down. She had to be strong, like her father had taught her.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door before walking away. Heather quickly opened it, grabbed the clothes on the floor outside, and closed it again. She looked over the large black shirt, hoping she would be able to get it over her massive breasts. She outright discarded the pants, deciding to go bare rather than deal with the feeling of her dick being trapped again, especially since it was steadily reinflating. She couldn't feel any build up of pressure in her heavy sac, but knew it would likely appear eventually. Pushing the thought away, she slowly pulled the black shirt over her head, the fabric bunched around her collarbone as she debated whether to pull it over her super sensitive nipples at all.