Continue your footsie game with Matt while simultaneously feeding Rick bites of your food in a display of affection. Once you have finished the Family Funday task purchase DADDY'S PRINCESS™

The waiter arrives with your meals, placing the prawn salad before you with a flourish. As everyone begins eating, you execute your dual-target strategy with practiced ease.

"Daddy," you purr, spearing a succulent prawn with your fork. "You have to try this." You extend the morsel across the table toward Rick's mouth, your eyes wide with innocent adoration.

Rick hesitates for just a moment before leaning forward to accept your offering, his lips closing around your fork with deliberate slowness. Under the table, your bare toes continue their methodical massage of Matt's straining erection, pressing harder as he stifles a groan behind his napkin.

"Is it good?" you ask Rick breathlessly, withdrawing the fork with theatrical slowness.

"Delicious," he growls, his eyes darkening with possession as you repeat the intimate feeding ritual with another prawn.

Through your telepathic connection, you feel Becky's composure beginning to fracture. Can't... keep... pretending... Her thoughts are becoming fragmented, the sophisticated Rebecca persona slipping away like sand through fingers.

"Another bite, Daddy?" you offer, your foot now rhythmically stroking Matt's cock through his trousers while your attention seems entirely focused on his father.

Suddenly, Becky drops her fork with a clatter. "Oh. My. GOD!" she exclaims, her carefully modulated voice dissolving into a breathy squeal. "This food is like, totally amazeballs!"

The transformation is instantaneous and complete. Her posture changes, shoulders rolling forward as she hunches excitedly over her plate. Gone is the poised executive—in her place sits a bubbly bimbo with pigtails bouncing as she wiggles in her seat.

"Becky!" Rick hisses, mortified. "What happened to—"

"To what, Daddy?" she giggles, twirling pasta around her fork. "Ohmigosh, Matt, your face is so red! Are you, like, okay?"

Matt's response is strangled as your toes find the precise spot that makes his hips jerk involuntarily against the tablecloth.

Mandi's eyes narrow, darting between her transformed sister and her brother's obvious distress. "What exactly is happening here?"

"I think," Matt manages through gritted teeth, "something... under the table..."

Rick's expression darkens as realization dawns. He reaches beneath the tablecloth, his hand closing around your ankle just as Matt releases a shuddering gasp.

"Ashley," Rick growls, yanking your foot away from his son's crotch. "What do you think you're doing?"

Before you can respond, Mandi slams her glass down. "Daddy, what's wrong with Rebecca? And why is Matt looking at your girlfriend like he wants to devour her?"

"Nothing's wrong with me!" Becky protests, pouting. "I'm just being myself! The real me!"

"And the real you is... this?" Mandi gestures wildly at her sister's transformed demeanor.

The restaurant suddenly feels too small, the tension crackling between all five of you. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you sneak a glance at the screen.

[SUNDAY FUNDAY TASK - 100% COMPLETE!]

[REWARD: +40 BABE BUCKS]

Your Babe Buck counter jumps: [25] → [65]

Digital Becky winks from the screen. "Perfect timing, babe! This family drama is getting spicy! Better lock in that upgrade before Daddy has a total meltdown!"

[DADDY'S PRINCESS™ UPGRADE - 50 BABE BUCKS]

[PURCHASE NOW? Y/N]

With the restaurant scene descending into chaos—Rick glaring between you and Matt, Becky giggling uncontrollably, Mandi demanding explanations—you tap 'Y' without hesitation.

The phone pulses hot in your palm, a wave of pink light washing invisibly over the table. For a moment, everything freezes. Then Rick's expression softens, the anger melting away as he gazes first at you, then at Becky.

"My girls," he murmurs, the words filled with newfound devotion. "My perfect princesses."

Mandi stands abruptly. "What is happening? Dad, five minutes ago you were furious!"

Matt, however, is staring at his father with dawning understanding. Something unspoken passes between father and son—a primal recognition, an acknowledgment of shared desire.

"Mandi," Matt says quietly, "sit down."

"Not until someone explains why Rebecca is acting like she's had a lobotomy and why Dad's suddenly okay with his girlfriend feeling you up under the table!"

Rick smiles indulgently at his distraught daughter. "Mandi, sweetie, don't you want to be part of our family? The way we are now?"

"What does that even mean?" she demands, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes—not disgust, but longing. A **** desire for inclusion, for her father's approval.

"It means," you say softly, reaching across to take her trembling hand, "that Daddy loves all his girls. Equally. Special."

The upgrade pulses through you, cementing Rick's devotion while erasing his moral objections. You watch in fascination as Mandi's resistance visibly crumbles under her father's gaze.

"Daddy," she whispers, voice suddenly small, "what do I need to do?"

14:30 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Bellingham's Restaurant, London

[SUNDAY FUNDAY] | [Medium] | [23:59 Today] | [9 hours 29 minutes remaining]