Helping his daughters get fans in the new world

Their father, still in a daze from the intense experience, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride as he watched Rachel's video go viral. The nanos inside hIn a quiet suburban neighborhood, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns. Mr. Smith, a middle-aged man with a forgettable face, returned home from his mundane office job, looking forward to the comfort of his armchair and a cold beer. He had no idea the world outside was about to become unrecognizable.

As he opened the door, a strange, almost imperceptible hum resonated through the air. His daughters, Rachel, 18, Jenny, 21, and Sam, 25, were huddled around the TV, their expressions a mix of shock and fascination. The news anchor's voice grew increasingly urgent as she announced the emergence of a new technology that had been unleashed upon the world without warning—nanomachines, invented by a mysterious scientist known only as "The Stretcher." The devices had infiltrated every living organism on the planet, reshaping reality in his twisted image.

Mr. Smith's eyes widened as Rachel looked up at him with a glint of excitement in her eye. She explained the new rules: the inability to refuse sex, perpetual youth, and the insatiable hunger in men for **** stretching. The room grew tense as they discussed the implications. Sam, the eldest, suggested they could use this to their advantage. She had always had a flair for the dramatic and loved pushing boundaries. Jenny, the middle child, was more cautious, but her curiosity was piqued.

Rachel had been camming and making custom content for a few months now, mostly to pay her way through college. Her young, tight body was a hit with her online audience. But with the new rules, the market for their "product" was about to explode. Sam, ever the opportunist, saw the potential for a lucrative business. "We can be the best at this, Dad," she said with a wink. "We're already ahead of the curve."

Mr. Smith's mind raced, trying to process the implications of what he was hearing. The idea of his daughters embracing this new world was...disturbing, but something about their excitement was contagious. He couldn't deny that the thought of seeing them revel in their newfound popularity was oddly thrilling. Plus, with the nanos keeping them in perfect health, what harm could come of it?

Rachel, ever eager to please, slipped into a skimpy costume that accentuated her youthful curves. It was a neon pink bunny outfit, complete with fluffy ears and a tail. She looked at her father with a mischievous smile and whispered, "Let's break the internet, Daddy." He felt a strange mix of pride and anxiety as he retrieved a five-pound bag of large carrots from the pantry. The hum of the nanomachines grew louder as Rachel bent over the kitchen table, her tight, round ass in the air.

Mr. Smith took a deep breath and approached his daughter, carrot in hand. Rachel's eyes widened in anticipation, and she playfully wiggled her butt, urging him on. He tried to ignore the voice in his head that whispered, "This isn't right," and focused on the task at hand. With a gentle push, the first carrot disappeared into Rachel's waiting hole. She gasped, her face a mix of pleasure and surprise. Jenny and Sam cheered from the sidelines, filming every moment on their phones.

The second carrot was a bit tougher, and Rachel's grimace grew more pronounced. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she whispered, "More, Daddy, we need more to compete with the market." The desire in her voice was undeniable. He complied, pushing in another, and another, until she was stuffed to the brim. Rachel's moans grew louder, and she began to pant heavily. The sight of her in such a compromised position was...exciting. Mr. Smith had to admit that he found himself getting aroused, his newfound capabilities making it impossible to ignore the situation.

Jenny, the more tech-savvy of the three, had set up a makeshift studio in the living room. She directed her father's movements with a professional flair, ensuring every angle was captured. Sam, on the other hand, couldn't resist getting hands-on. She began to stroke Rachel's clit, her fingers slick with her sister's juices. Rachel's cries grew more **** as she felt the pressure build. The stretch was intense, and yet, the nanos ensured she could take it, her body adapting to the unnatural intrusion with surprising ease.

Mr. Smith pushed in another carrot, the tip of his own cock pressing against his pants. Rachel's eyes watered as she felt her insides stretch to accommodate the 20th carrot in her ass. "Almost there," Jenny encouraged, her voice thick with arousal. "You can do it, Rach."

With a final grunt, Rachel took the last carrot, her ass cheeks clutching around the bases of them. "Oh, fuck," Rachel groaned, panting heavily. "It's so full."

Mr. Smith couldn't help but stare, his cock now straining against his pants. He had never seen his daughter in such a state of sexual distress, and yet she was asking for more. "Look at me, Daddy," Rachel whispered, her voice strained. He met her gaze, seeing the need in her eyes. It was as if the nanomachines had tapped into a part of her that craved this kind of **** stretching, and she was begging him to indulge her.

Sam took the giant plastic egg from the corner of the room, a relic from a past Easter celebration, and held it up with a wicked smile. "Look what we found," she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. Rachel's eyes went wide as she realized what her sister had in mind. "You want me take that?" she gasped. Jenny nodded, licking her lips in anticipation. "It's going to be epic," she murmured.

Mr. Smith felt his heart race as he took the egg from Sam and examined it. It was twice the size of his fist, and Rachel's pussy was already loosened from the carrot marathon but still way to tight. "We've got to get you ready, baby," he said, his voice thick with a mix of concern and arousal. Rachel nodded, her breathing ragged. She trusted her sisters and knew the prize was worth the pain.

He lubricated his hand and began to work Rachel's pussy, his fingers stretching her wider and wider. Rachel's moans grew louder with every knuckle that disappeared inside her. She could feel herself opening up, her body obeying the relentless pressure. The pain was intense, but Rachel focused on the prize—the potential fame and fortune that awaited them in this new world of stretched limits.

Her pussy felt like it was on fire, but Rachel pushed through, her mind clouded by the overwhelming need for more. Her father's hand moved in a blur, and soon his whole fist was buried within her. She let out a scream, her body convulsing around him, but she didn't stop. She knew that this was just the beginning, that the egg was much larger than his fist, and she had to be ready.

Mr. Smith looked down at Rachel, his face a mask of concentration and a hint of disbelief. He had never imagined that his hand would be here, buried wrist in his daughter's sex, but the nanomachines had changed everything. The way Rachel's eyes glazed over with pleasure and the way she begged for more, it was clear she was under their control. And as strange as it felt, he found himself getting more and more into it. He could feel the power of the nanomachines pulsing through him, feeding his arousal and making him want to push her limits even further.

With a grunt, he inserted his other hand into Rachel's pussy alongside the first, stretching her even wider. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural moan. The sight of two of his fists disappearing into Rachel's tiny frame was surreal, like something out of a dark, twisted fantasy. The room was filled with the sounds of wet, squelching flesh and Rachel's gasps as he worked them in and out, her body stretching to accommodate the impossible.

"You're doing great, Rach," Jenny cooed, her own hand playing with her clit as she watched the scene unfold. "But we need to get that cervix ready too." Sam nodded in agreement, her eyes glinting with excitement. Rachel's face contorted in a mix of shock and pain as she realized what they were saying. The egg was too large to fit in her pussy, even in its current state. It would have to be pushed into her womb, simulating a true birth.

Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment, his concern for Rachel's well-being battling with the strange, intoxicating thrill of the situation. Rachel looked up at him with pleading eyes, her voice trembling. "I-I want to do this," she panted. "For us." Despite his reservations, Mr. Smith found himself nodded. Rachel had always been the adventurous one, and if this was what she truly wanted, who was he to stand in her way?

With a deep breath, he pushed his fingers deeper, feeling Rachel's body tense and release around them as he worked his way into her cervix. The room was thick with the scent of arousal and anticipation as Rachel's legs began to shake. The nanomachines inside her hummed in response, her skin glowing faintly with their presence. Rachel's cervix was tight, but the nanos were already working their magic, making her more pliable.

Mr. Smith felt Rachel's muscles clench and spasm around his fingers, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was on the edge of a new kind of ecstasy, her body betraying the pain she was in. "Please," she gasped, "keep going." Her voice was a **** whisper that seemed to echo through the room, spurring him on despite the horror of what they were about to attempt.

With a deep breath, he pushed his fist into Rachel's womb, the resistance giving way with a wet pop. Rachel's body jerked, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious. The sight of his hand disappearing into her was like something out of a nightmare, and yet it was all too real. Her belly bulged out with the intrusion, a visual reminder of the unnatural stretch she was enduring. The nanomachines within Rachel's body pulsed with energy, facilitating the impossible, making her skin stretch

Mr. Smith's hand moved rhythmically, his arm disappearing deeper into Rachel with each thrust. Her stomach convulsed around his fist, the bulge of his fist moving with the motion. Rachel's breaths grew shallow, and her moans turned to whimpers as the pain grew more intense. Despite her protests, her body continued to stretch, the nanos working tirelessly to accommodate the him Jenny's voice grew more urgent, "Come on, Rach, you can do it. Just a little more!" Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out from the sheer overwhelming sensation of her father pushing his second hand in alongside the first in her womb.

Her limp body was a stark contrast to the ravenous hunger in the room. The hum of the nanomachines grew louder, almost tauntingly so, as Mr. Smith paused for a moment, considering what he was about to do. Sam, noticing Rachel's unconsciousness, took charge. "Keep going, Dad," she instructed, her voice firm. "We can't stop now. Rachel wants this." Mr. Smith nodded, his face a mix of horror and excitement, and continued to pump his fist in and out of Rachel's gaping hole, her body jolting with each movement. Rachel's pussy, now a cavern of stretched flesh, remained open, begging for the next challenge.

With Rachel's **** consent, Mr. Smith grabbed the giant plastic egg from the table, coating it in a thick layer of lube. It was a neon blue monstrosity, the size of a small watermelon. Rachel's stomach rippled with his every thrust, her body stretched beyond any conceivable limit. "Alright," he murmured to himself, his breathing heavy. "Let's get this done."

He positioned the egg at Rachel's entrance, the bulbous tip nudging against her distended pussy. With a grunt, he pushed, feeling her flesh give way. The egg slid in inch by inch, Rachel's body stretching to accommodate the impossible girth. Jenny and Sam watched, their breaths hitching as they saw Rachel's stomach expand around the egg. Rachel's eyes remained closed, lost in a world of pain and pleasure, her body a canvas for their depraved art.

When the egg was fully inside, Mr. Smith pulled his hand out, Rachel's pussy slurping shut with a wet sound. Rachel's stomach was now a round, taut mound, the egg nestled deep within her womb. They all stepped back to admire their handiwork, the egg clearly visible beneath her skin, moving slightly with her breaths. Rachel whimpered, coming back to consciousness. She looked down at her stomach in amazement, the reality of what they had done setting in.

"Let's let her pussy heal," Jenny suggested, her voice still thick with excitement. "We don't want to damage for this part of the scene." They agreed, knowing that Rachel's body would return to normal in a few hours thanks to the nanos. They decided to wait, the anticipation building as Rachel lay on the bed, her stomach distended with the egg.

The house was filled with a strange calm, the only sound the occasional whine from Rachel as the egg shifted inside her. Mr. Smith couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride in what they had achieved together. His daughters had always been special, but in this new world, they were about to become something more.

After cleaning Rachel up, they all gathered around the bed, Sam eagerly holding the camera to capture the moment. Rachel took a deep breath and nodded, signaling she was ready. Mr. Smith placed his hands firmly on her distended stomach and began to press down, his muscles straining as he applied steady pressure. Rachel's eyes watered, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took hold of the bedframe, bracing herself for the ordeal ahead.

Jenny stood beside Rachel, whispering encouragement into her ear. "You can do this, Rach. Just push." Rachel nodded, her body tensing as she tried to expel the egg. It was a bizarre and unnatural sight—a young woman giving "birth" to something so much larger than herself. The egg began to move, inch by painful inch, sliding down her body. Rachel's moans grew louder, a mix of pain and excitement.

Mr. Smith watched as Rachel's stomach contracted and expanded with each push, the egg's progress marked by the shifting of her skin. It was mesmerizing and terrifying all at once. He could feel the warmth of Rachel's skin, the egg moving beneath his palms as he applied more and more pressure. Sam had positioned herself below Rachel, eagerly filming the egg as it emerged from her sister's stretched pussy.

Suddenly, with a wet pop that echoed through the room, the egg shot out, hitting the camera with a resounding smack. The device tumbled to the floor, the screen cracking but the recording uninterrupted. Rachel let out a scream that was part pain, part triumph, as the egg finally exited her body. Jenny rushed to check the camera, her heart racing as she realized they had just captured the most epic moment of their careers.

They quickly uploaded the video onto their website, eager to share Rachel's monumental achievement with the world. The hits flooded in, the comments section a deluge of praise and shocked amazement. The view count climbed higher and higher, and with each new notification, the sisters felt a rush of exhilaration. They had done it. They were pioneers in a new, twisted sexual art, he couldn't believe they were urging him to continue pushing their boundaries. He knew the next act had to be even more ****.