Kylie

I noticed a few new pictures around the house. Family photos, depicting me and my new daughters at various events. The choice was clearly a very powerful magic.

I went up to where I knew my daughter's rooms were, and stopped at Kylie's first.

I opened the door to see her wearing a frumpy outfit, not her usual over-priced, elaborate style. Her hair was also slightly messy. She was sitting at her desk by her laptop, gaming away with her headset on.

"Kylie!" I called. No response.

"KYLIE!" I tried again. Still nothing.

I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Aaah!" she screamed, tossing the controller down. She saw who had tapped her and pulled her headphones off.

"Dad!" she said. "N-not c-cool!"

"I tries to get your attention but you didn't hear me," I said. "I'm a bit pent-up. Think you can help me out?"

"I-I dunno," Kylie said. "Are you s-sure you want me? Um, I'm sure Emma or Ariana will help you out better..."

"I want you," I said, inwardly laughing at Kylie Jenner now acting like a shy schoolgirl.

"Um, okay..."

She knelt down and undid my pants, but I wanted more.

"Strip," I commanded.

"Okay, Dad..." she said. "Um, but my body is probably nothing special."

She began to slowly peel off her clothes bit by bit until she stood naked before me. Then she sucked my cock. It was clear the choice made her no longer great at blowjobs, but it was serviceable.

I came in her mouth and she released my dick with a pop.

"I'm g-gonna clean up now..." Kylie said as cum dribbled down her chin.

I left her to it and went to visit my next daughter.