Knock Knock

Ezzy was doing yoga in front of the living room television when there was a wet thud at the door. She paused in the middle of her downward dog and looked up.

Finally, she thought, prancing to the door. She opened it to welcome her child home from school--But a split second later, she shrieked and ran inside.

"Gary! Help!"

"What is it, dear?" He called as he came running.

"There's something outside--It's big and slimy, and, and... It's moving--"

Gary stomped his way to the front door, fists clenched. Once his vision focused on the gooey figure clambering through the archway, his stern gaze shifted into a tender smile. "Zoe?"

"Hi, d--Gmph.. Dad," Zoe sighed, from somewhere beneath the sloppy mountain of jizz. "Some guys got a little carried away on my way home."

Gary and Ezzy had only seen the start of the gangbang on the evening news. It had continued even after the cameras had shut off, and the longer it went on, the more guys with a bukkake fetish kept showing up. Thanks to a neighborhood of happy men (and some major volume enhancers), Zoe was absolutely drenched in cum.

Ezzy sighed with relief. "Goodness me--They really did a number on you. Come here, you poor thing."

She opened her arms and squished them around her beloved child; no amount of mess was going to stop her. Then she patted Zoe's sopping-wet hair and gave her a kiss on the cheek... Then another, and another... Ezzy left a little bit less cum on her daughter's face each time, and soon Zoe's features began to emerge.

Zoe moaned and flinched away from the sudden display of affection, but every time she tried to object, more cum slid down into her mouth. Dutifully gulping it down, she eventually managed to speak: "Mom, I l-love you--Mmph--too, but... Gmph... I'm really messy. Can I--Mghh--h-have a shower, and then we can talk?"

Ezzy licked Zoe's lips, then her own. "Of course, sweetie. Hold onto my hand, I don't want you to slip."

Once the shower was running, Ezzy went back to her yoga while Gary stayed behind to help Zoe wash up. Zoe sat on a small plastic stool while Gary crouched over her, the shower head in his hand. It was blasting at full ****, but the opaque goo she was caked with was taking forever to shift.

"How many guys?" the Alpha wondered out loud.

"I lost count after twenty. Thing is, some of them came 'normally,' but some had serious mods going on. I've never seen anything like it, not even on TV... Some of their balls were the size of melons, and, like, filled up almost as fast as they came."

Gary raised his eyebrows in awe: maybe endless cumshots were something for him to look into? Then again, he thought as he scrubbed the goo off Zoe's body, the clean up might not be worth it.

"Zoe, I don't know what they did, but there's this big white patch on your front that won't budge. It's almost like..."

"Hah! Um, those are my tits, dad."

"What? Since when do you have knockers like these? Since when do you have breasts at all? Only this morning you were--"

"That was before one of the students gave me some formula. Special breast expansion stuff."

"...How much did you drink?"

Zoe reflexively burped. "Well, um... A lot."

"I'll say! These things are the size of basketballs." He leaned down to bounce them in his hands; he could barely cup one of Zoe's massive tits with his palm.

"Daaad," Zoe giggled. "They're not toys."

"That's up for debate... But you certainly are. You're really turning into the type of young lady an Alpha dreams about," Gary said, beaming with pride as he continued groping his daughter-in-law.