Replace Ashley's father

You: "Listen and obey, Ashley."

Ashley: "Listen... and obey..."

You: "You know that I'm a good husband and I make Linda happy. You'd never want to sabotage that."

Ashley: "You're a good husband... make Linda happy... I'd never want to sabotage that... no..."

You: "You hate the way you used to treat me. You will behave perfectly from now on."

Ashley: "I hate the way I used to treat you... I will... behave perfectly..."

You: "You love me and accept me as your family."

Ashley: "I love you and accept you... as my family..."

You: "You trust me completely. You can talk to me about anything."

Ashley: "I trust you completely... Yes... Talk about anything..."

You: "Chris, your bio-did, is gone and forgotten. Let go of all the pain he caused you. You don't care about him anymore."

Ashley: "Gone and forgotten... Letting go... I don't care... about Chris... Not anymore..."

You: "Because you have me now. I'm your real dad. You cherish me."

Ashley: "Yes... You're my real dad... I cherish you..."

You: "I'm your family. You love your family."

Ashley: "You're my family... I love my family..."

[BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP]

You lean back and watch as Ashley snaps out of her trance. Ashley blinks rapidly, looking around with confusion etched on her face.

She turns to you, her brow furrowed.

Ashley: "What...what were we talking about? I feel like I missed something important..."

You: "We didn't talk about anything yet. I just wanted to say, that you can tell me what happened tonight. If you want to talk about it..."

Ashley hesitates for a moment, biting her lip nervously. She looks at you in a way she never looked at you before. Was she... flustered?

Ashley: "It's just... I was supposed to lose my virginity tonight with my boyfriend Marcus. We've been dating for a while and things have been getting pretty serious between us. So we decided to take that next step and have sex for the first time together."

You: "Oh... wow, I didn't expect that. I mean... I didn't even know you were dating someone."

Ashley is looking embarrassed.

Ashley: "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I guess I was worried you might not approve or something. I know how protective you can be sometimes..."

She trails off awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

You wonder what she's talking about. You were never protective of her, but in her altered mind, this explanation might make the most sense to her right now.

You: "I, uh... that's just because I care about you. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Ashley nods. You see her eyes are wet with unshed tears.

Ashley: "I know, and I appreciate that more than you could possibly imagine. I just... I thought maybe you wouldn't want to hear about my sex life or whatever."

She takes a shaky breath, as if gathering her courage.

Ashley: "But anyway, so Marcus and I went to his place tonight and we were fooling around and stuff. Things were heating up and it seemed like the perfect moment to finally do it. But then... I panicked. I froze up and couldn't bring myself to go through with it. I felt so ashamed and stupid, but I just couldn't do it."

You: "I guess he didn't take it well?"

Ashley looks down in her lap and shakes her head.

Ashley: "No, he definitely didn't take it well."

She looks back up at you, tears running down her face now.

Ashley: "He accused me of leading him on and said I was playing games with his emotions. We ended up having a huge argument and I stormed out of there. I felt so horrible, like I ruined everything between us."

She sniffles. Your brain is completely frozen by all this unexpected input you suddenly receive.

Ashley: "I'm so messed up, aren't I? I'm probably the worst girlfriend ever..."

You have no idea how to handle this. You wanted her to open up to you in order to fix your marriage. You didn't expect that your role as Ashley's dad would include anything like this.

You: "No, Ashley. Uh... Of course not. You're... great."

Suddenly, Ashley launches herself at you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck as she buries your face against her chest. Her body trembles with silent sobs as she clings to you desperately. You sit there, with her boobs in your face and her pussy basically grinding you. You feel like a jerk and a perv for even thinking like that.

Ashley: "Thank you... Thank you for understanding and not judging me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She finally pulls back to look at you with teary eyes. She flashes you a small grateful smile. You wish she'd get off your lap before you get a boner.

You: "There there, it's okay."

You pet her back, feeling all kinds of confused and awkward.

You: "Everyone gets scared sometimes, especially about big moments like losing their virginity. It doesn't make you a bad girlfriend."

Part of you can't believe you're comforting Ashley Willard, of all people. The snarky, disrespectful brat who delights in tormenting you every chance she gets. But seeing her so emotionally raw and fragile like this makes you feel weirdly protective of her.

Ashley clings to you tighter as she continues to sob quietly. After several long moments, she pulls back slightly to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her top. She takes a deep breath, finally composing herself.

Ashley: "I guess you're right. I shouldn't beat myself up over this. It's just... hard, you know? Wanting to be intimate with someone you care about, but also feeling terrified of taking that leap. And it's not even like I don't want to, I just..."

She trails off and rolls her eyes, before looking back at you with a weak smile. Her eyes are still red-rimmed and puffy, but there's a sincerity in her gaze, that has the serum's influence written all over it.

Ashley: "Thanks for listening and not making fun of me. I know I haven't exactly been the easiest person to deal with lately. I promise I'll be better from now on."

She leans her forehead against yours. Once again, the sudden affection of your step-daughter leaves you stunned.

Ashley: "I'm glad you're here, Dad."

You: "Dad?"

Ashley flushes, and quickly pulls away. She averts her gaze shyly.

Ashley: "I-I mean, um, Adam. Sorry, I guess I'm still a little out of it from earlier. I didn't mean to assume..."

You can clearly see the hopefulness in her expression, knowing full well, that she secretly wishes you would accept the title of 'dad'. She fidgets with her fingers anxiously, waiting for your reaction.

You: "N-No it's fine. You can call me that if you want. But what about Chris?"

Ashley shrugs nonchalantly, waving off the mention of her biological father.

Ashley: "Eh, Chris is ancient history. I barely even recall what he looked like anymore. You're the one who's always been there for me, through thick and thin. Even when I've been a total nightmare to live with. So yeah, I think 'dad' fits you a lot better than that guy ever did."

You know this is all serum induced, but seeing and hearing Ashley say these words right now, makes you feel weirdly proud. Ashley pauses for a moment. She suddenly looks insecure.

Ashley: "B-But if it bothers you, I can always go back to calling you by your first name. Just wanted you to know that I'm cool with whatever feels right for you."

You: "I... I'm glad that you consider me your dad. It means a lot to me."

You wanted this moment years ago, but it never came and the situation with Ashley only got worse over time. You had given up hope that it would ever happen, your fantasies of a happy family turned into hate and resentment. Ashley was supposed to be a tool. But now... Now you're not so sure about anything anymore. Maybe you two could actually build a real relationship after all, even if it needed mind-control to pave the way.

You: "I want you to feel comfortable around me. If calling me dad helps with that, then please do. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Ashley beams at you, her face lighting up with joy and relief. She practically throws herself into your arms again, hugging you fiercely.

Ashley: "Really? You mean it? Oh my god, thank you!"

She pulls back, grinning widely as she gazes at you with pure adoration in her eyes. You wonder if you overdid it.

Ashley: "Dad, that sounds amazing! I always dreamed of having a real father-daughter bond like this."

Ashley settles herself comfortably against your side, snuggling up close as she rests her head on your shoulder. She reaches for the remote and restarts the paused movie.

Ashley: "Can we keep watching this together? I feel so much better now that we talked. You're seriously the best, Dad. I'm so lucky to have you."

The movie plays on, and Ashley gradually relaxes into your touch. You can smell her perfume. You caress her hair.

Her breathing evens out as she grows drowsier. You are still fascinated by how approachable she is. How safe she seems to feel right now. At some point, she shifts position, resting her head on your lap instead of your shoulder.

Your caresses seem to lull her into a peaceful slumber. Once her eyelids shut and her body relaxes completely, Ashley looks younger and more innocent. Her otherwise sharp features soften into an expression of contentment. A few strands of silky black hair frame her face. You are tempted to brush them aside tenderly, but you hold yourself back. This is a dangerous slope. Your mind already begins to wander to increasingly inappropriate places. You can't help but notice how her tank top has ridden up. How her perky breasts strain against the thin fabric with each breath.

Fantasies of touching and tasting every inch of this young woman's flesh flood your consciousness. You picture sliding your hand under her shirt to cup the weight of her breast. You imagine hiking up her skirt to reveal the lacy edge of her panties.

These taboo thoughts send a rush of blood south. Your cock twitches to attention as it strains against your zipper.

You (whispers): "Fuck..."

You shift uncomfortably and try adjust your boner without waking Ashley. She stirs slightly in her sleep. Her full, pink lips part, releasing a soft sigh that sends tendrils of dark hair dancing across her flushed cheeks. Unconsciously, she presses herself closer to your body, cuddeling deeper into your lap as if seeking more contact. You swallow hard, fighting the urge to touch her.

With a supreme effort of will, you manage to drag your gaze away from Ashley's enticing figure. Carefully, you slip an arm behind her knees and another around her shoulders, lifting her effortlessly into your arms.

Her slight weight is nothing compared to the monumental task of controlling your raging hormones.

Ashley begins to stir. She blinks groggily as she comes to. She peers up at you sleepily, a cute yawn escaping her lips.

Ashley (mumbled): "Mmmph... Daddy? Wha... did I fall asleep?"

You: "Yeah, you fell asleep on me. I figured you'd be more comfortable in bed."

You carry her up the stairs with ease. You're surprised by how light she is in your arms. Her head lolls against your chest as she fights to stay awake. Once in her room, you lay her gently on the mattress, pulling the covers up to her chin.

You: "Get some rest, Ashley. See you tomorrow, okay?"

You lean down to press a chaste kiss to her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. Ashley smiles dreamily, already drifting off again.

Ashley: "Mmmkay... Love you, Daddy..."

You gulp and leave the room.

Tuesday - Morning

You wake up beside Linda, her warm body pressed against your back. Your wife stirs and wraps an arm around your waist, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

Linda (mumbles): "Mmm, good morning baby."

You feel a soft kiss on your shoulder.

Linda: "Did you sleep well?"

You turn on your back and Linda props herself up on one elbow to gaze at you. As soon as her brown eyes meet yours, you can see her cheeks go red. She looks beautiful in the morning light filtering through the curtains, her hair tousled and her skin glowing.

You: "I need to tell you something. You're not gonna believe it."

Linda: "Oh? What is it, honey?"

You: "Ashley came in here last night. She was distraught, wanted to talk to you, but you were out from the sleeping pill you took."

Linda: "Ashley? What time was this? Is she okay?"

Linda's eyes widen, instantly concerned about her daughter's wellbeing.

You: "Yeah, let me finish. I went to look after her, and she was watching a movie downstairs. Anyway, she had some trouble with her boyfriend, but she totally opened up to me. I think she finally accepts me, Linda."

Linda raises an eyebrow skeptically.

Linda: "Honey, I'm happy if you two managed to connect, but are you sure you're not exaggerating? For Ashley to suddenly open up and accept you overnight seems a bit far-fetched..."

You cup Linda's cheek and graze her lips with your thumb.

You: "Enough talk. I want to eat your pussy for breakfast."

With a wolfish grin you grab the duvet covering her and throw it away from the bed.

Linda shrieks and giggles before jumping your bones.

Some orgasms later

The two of you freshen up and go downstairs.

Ashley is in the kitchen, wearing tight purple leggings paired with a matching cropped sports top. Her ass looks amazing in these leggings, but you're not saying that out loud, of course.

You: "Good morning, Ashley."

Ashley turns from where she's washing dishes, a bright smile lighting up her face at the sight of you and Linda entering the kitchen. Her long black hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail.

Ashley (cheerful): "Good Morning!"

Your step-daughter bounces over to plant a quick kiss on your cheek before greeting Linda with a quick hug.

Your wife stares at Ashley with her jaw dropped open. She shoots you a questioning glance, silently asking if this is really happening.

Ashley: "I made croissants, they're on the counter. I already ate though, gotta hit the gym before my study session later."

Linda: "Oh, um, thanks sweetheart. That was really thoughtful of you."

Ashley smiles energetically, grabbing her water bottle and keys.

Ashley: "Yeah, Daddy helped me work through some stuff last night when I was upset. I just wanted to show my appreciation. Anyway, see ya later!"

With Ashley gone, Linda looks at you, stunned.

Linda: "Did she just call you 'Daddy'?!"

You: "Um yeah, she actully called me 'dad' yesterday. We had a long talk and I guess she feels more comfortable with me now. Don't worry, everything's fine."

You feel nervous. Linda might be under the influence of the serum, but she wasn't stupid. On the other hand, it should be easy to sway her, now that her whole perception of you was warped into the perfect husband.

Your wife narrows her eyes, scrutinizing your face. She crosses her arms over her chest.

Linda: "Just like that? After years of her giving you the cold shoulder, she suddenly decides to call you 'dad'? Something doesn't add up here, Adam."

You: "I'm just as shocked as you are, but shouldn't we focus on the positive? Ashley is finally coming around! Isn't that worth celebrating? Isn't that just what you wanted?"

Before she can reply, you pull Linda into your arms, gazing deeply into her eyes as you stroke her hair. You can see her suspicions melting away, as her face transforms into that of an infatuated girl with a crush.

Linda (softly): "You're right, of course. I suppose I just got so used to the animosity between you two that this abrupt change caught me off guard. It really is a miracle that Ashley is warming up to you at last."

The brunette nuzzles her face against your neck as she inhales your scent. She sighs happily. When she draws back there's a playful sparkle in her eyes.

Linda: "My brilliant, charming man. How did I get so lucky to marry you?"

Linda rises onto her toes, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. Her praise and affection are addictive like a ****.

You: "Keep going, baby. Tell me more about how amazing I am. I love hearing those sweet words from your lips."

Linda smiles shyly and bites her lip. She runs her fingers through your hair, tracing the contours of your face. You smile, enjoying the way Linda gazes up at you with such adoration.

Linda: "Where do I even begin? You're everything I've ever dreamed of in a husband. Kind, caring, patient... Not to mention incredibly handsome and skilled in the bedroom."

You love how she giggles.

Linda: "Whenever I look at you, I still get butterflies in my stomach. It's like falling in love with you all over again, every single day. I can hardly believe I get to call you mine."

Linda's hand slides down to intertwine with yours, squeezing gently as she gazes even deeper into your eyes.

Linda: "I love you, Adam."

You: "I love you too, Linda. More than anything in this world."

You return the gentle squeeze of her hand, but then you have to let her go.

You: "I wish I could stay and enjoy this breakfast with you, but duty calls - I have to head to the lab."

You place a tender kiss on her forehead before reluctantly disentangling yourself from her. Linda's expression shows her disappointment for a moment, before softening into understanding.

Linda: "Of course, darling. (sighs) I'll miss you."

You: "And don't forget, this new dynamic with Ashley is a wonderful thing. Let's cherish it, yeah?"

Linda smiles dimly and nods slowly. She reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead, her eyes still sparkling with infatuation.

Linda: "Yeah..."

She leans in for a final, lingering kiss, pouring all her love and gratitude into it.

With a parting caress of Linda's cheek, you grab your lab coat and briefcase before heading out the door.

Pausing on the threshold, you flash your wife a roguish grin over your shoulder.

You: "I can hardly wait to come home to my girls tonight."

You blow a kiss, giving Linda one last chance to drink in your devastatingly handsome visage before you disappear, leaving her flushed and swooning.

Tuesday - Evening

You arrive home to find Linda curled up on the couch, engrossed in a book. She looks up as you enter, smiling softly. You have another vial of the serum with you, but you are pretty sure you won't need it.

Linda: "Hey honey, welcome home. How was your day?"

You kiss your wife hello, loving the flustered expression on her face the moment she sees you.

You: "Hello my love. Can't complain these days, actually. Where's Ashley?"

Linda sets her book aside, her expression turning serious.

Linda: "She texted me earlier, said she'd be back shortly. Apparently she's been spending extra time at the library to prepare for her upcoming exams."

Linda bites her lip nervously. There clearly is something on her mind.

Linda: "Now, about last night... I need you to tell me everything that happened between you and Ashley. I... I know it's a good thing, but I've never seen her act so openly affectionate towards you. I just need to know... What did you two talk about that prompted such a drastic change in attitude?"

You explain everything that happened - how she was sad about her relationship with her boyfriend, how she confided in you, that she cried, and how she felt better afterwards. You even mention how she fell asleep and that you carried her to bed after. You figure full transperancy is the best course of action right now. Well, except for the minor fact, that you **** both of them, of course.

You: "It was truly surreal, but I think she finally realizes that I care about her, too. That I want to be a good stepfather, you know? I really think things will be different between us now. Why are you acting like this is a problem?"

When you finish, she remains silent for a long moment, processing the information.

Finally, she speaks.

Linda: "I'm glad that you and Ashley had a breakthrough, but...it's just so sudden. And honestly, it's been making me feel uneasy. Not just about Ashley, but about myself too."

Linda takes a deep breath. She reaches out to clasp your hand in hers.

Linda: "As I told you, I've noticed a shift in my own feelings towards you lately as well. An inexplicable excitement, a longing to be closer to you in ways I hadn't anticipated. At first, I assumed it was simply a lucky progression of our relationship, but now... now I'm not so sure."

You feel cold sweat on your forehead. This is bad. You need to defuse the situation before Linda figures out what you did. You have another vial, that you could use on her right now.

Should you dose Linda again? Or can you try to convince her that she's simply not used to being happy? That the two of you should have an open talk with Ashley?

Once again, you have to make a decision...

To be continued

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