Rest

It was difficult for Dean to pull himself away from the sight; his daughter had remained face down, ass up for some time after he had finished pounding her rear. Cum and lube ran from her gaping asshole each time it twitched and spasmed. The mixture flowed from her stretched out hole and down the folds of her fresh teen pussy. It was only when she fell to the side and curled up that his senses returned.

He made sure she was alright before leaving her to rest. Heather had had quite a day and one hell of an evening, she deserved a big soft bed to herself.

I guess it's the couch for me

Never

Darkness. A dreamless sleep. A growing weight on the chest. Guilt? Fear? The weight is warm, soft. It pulls against the non existence. The pressure makes him lighter. It makes him float.

Morning

Dean became aware of Heather before opening his eyes. He knew she was laying on him, her chest pressed into his. At some point in the night she must have left the bedroom to join him on the couch.

He let her rest.

They had come a long way in one day. From estranged to anal sex in under twenty four hours. Now that he had time alone with his thoughts Dean could unpack all that had happened. Heather clearly had issues, but that wasn't a surprise. Her dad left when she was six, her older sister funneled all the attention to herself and her mother neglected them both to parade countless boyfriends and sugar daddies through the house. But as much as that might have contributed to her behavior the previous day there was no way it caused them to do what they did.

The dream, stupid

It was still fresh and clear in his mind, a marvel given that Dean was not an avid dreamer. Rarely did he remember anything from his slumber. But the dream and it's promise of power stuck out as a clear explanation for everything. He opened his eyes and looked at his sleeping daughter. She had draped her naked body across his. Had he controlled her? Had he brainwashed her into doing what he wanted?

No. He was certain he hadn't. He had a gut feeling, an instinct. If he did have power he had only used it to free her. He wanted her to come down and let him talk, she did. He wanted her to know the truth about the divorce, she did. He wanted her to be comfortable around him, she was. She chose to spend the evening in only a thong and to show off for the pizza guy. All in all the only thing he had **** her to do was come down the stairs, everything else he had done simply lifted a restriction. She still chose to do all the things she had done.

You **** her to be honest

Their deal struck his mind. Honest and straightforward, those were the words. If he truly had power then he had **** her to tell him the truth. But was that such a bad thing? They were so open with eachother. In a day they had shared and learned and grown so much closer then they could have otherwise. It was refreshing having someone he could be honest with and whom he knew would be honest with him. Still, she had a right to lie and keep secrets. If he truly had power then he had used it poorly.

Dean's mind drifted from its moral debate and slowly sank into the gutter. He had also wanted his daughters asshole to be self lubricating. He wanted her to not feel pain from taking it up the rear. As far as he was aware her first anal sex had gone remarkably smooth given their lack of preparation. He pondered what they had done. His hand slid down Heather's nude body to rest on her toned ass. He groped her cheek before sliding further, prodding her back door with a finger. Her breathing grew heavy as he tickled and teased her. After a few moments he found a slickness building around the hole. It was nothing foul, rather, it was the same natural lubricant an aroused pussy would produce.

Fingering your daughters ass confirms it. You changed her

Dean continued to finger bang Heather. Her moans grew as he slipped another finger in. A nubile young woman writhing on top of him had the expected effect, his growing erection pressed against her leg.

Heather, wake up

Hazel eyes fluttered open. A look of confusion briefly passed over her face before she let out another moan.

"Good morning Daddy..."

"Morning." He continued to finger fuck her ass. "Sleep well?"

"I- mmmm- I uh, I slept great actually." She rocked her pelvis back and forth, grinding her pussy against his thigh. "Better then ever. It was like a weight had been lifted off my chest. Like for the first time I could actually breathe. Its ahh- amazing."

Guilt plagued Dean's thoughts. He was convinced he had changed her and honesty **** his hand.

"Heather, there's something I need to tell you..."

Later

That went better than expected

Dean had described the dream to his daughter. She knew, somehow, that he was telling the truth. With his explanation finished the two were left quiet. She had straddled his midsection and he had stopped fingering her to better focus on the topic at hand.

"So if you have absolute power over me and you can change things about me, couldn't you, I dunno, make my tits huge or something?"

"I mean, I think I could. But..." He looked up at her athletic body. B cups suited her toned physique nicely. "...you've got a killer body. I don't think you should really worry about-"

"I'm not. I'm happy with what I've got. Besides, anything bigger would get in the way when I'm running and jumping. I'm just curious to see what it would be like. You could always change them back to normal right?"

She made good points.

Heather, your tits are huge

He wasn't sure what to expect. One moment her perky breasts hung delicately above him, the next her massive jugs nearly pulled her forward. With a thought Dean had granted the eighteen year old a set of perfectly shaped E cup tits. They were the sort of breasts that could make a porn stars career.

"Holy shit, look at these!" Heather aggressively groped her tits. Her light brown nipples had grown slightly in size to better suit the new real estate. She pinched one and pulled. "Mmm fuck, so this is what it's like to be Stacy."

Wait, Stacy is stacked like a porn star?

"Titty attack!" Heather leaned forward to bury her fathers face in her massive cleavage.

Dean found himself torn between worrying about his other daughter, playing with the massive tits in his face and trying to breathe.

As is the case in most of life's struggles, the huge tits won.

"Oh! Oh! I want to try something I never thought I'd be able to." Heather slid off her father and knelt on the floor. "Sit up and spread 'em."

Dean obeyed, knowing full well what she had planned. After taking his position the teen scooted closer and rubbed his stiffened member. She spread his pre cum across his shaft to prepare for the coming act. Heather took a massive breast in each hand. She then let a line of spit stream down to her cleavage before mashing her tits together.

"Ok, here we go!"

To Dean it felt like fucking two warm clouds. Nine inches meant nothing to tits of that caliber, Heather could easily smother his meat in its entirety.

"Come on Daddy, cum for me. Empty your balls on my tits. Dump your load."

He could feel it coming, his testicles tightened as it worked it's way up his shaft. Release came with a shudder.

"Oh fuck..."

Heather locked eyes with her father as she sat back and pulled her tits apart. Strands of cum and spit hung between the two bags of flesh. One finger ran up her chest and came to her lips. She licked it, sucked it and popped it from her mouth.

"That was fun, but my back is already starting to hurt. Do you mind..."

Heather's tits are what they were

Her chest instantly shrunk back to it's old perky self, though the mess remained.

"Thanks dad, that was fun." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go wash up."

Dean watched his nude, cum covered daughter skip to the washroom. It was a fun way to start the day, but the titty fucking had also given him something to ponder.

I hope Stacy doesn't have back problems...

...really I just hope she's ok

Elsewhere

The twenty year old blonde rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms. Back problems had plagued her for years, but reducing her considerable bust wasn't an option. Since leaving home she had relied upon her looks to survive. It wasn't what she wanted from life and each day she felt more like her mother, but it was the most reliable way to stay off the streets. She hoped the money she had saved would in time let her settle down, until then she would have to keep at it.

"I hope you're all ready to get rocked because next up on the pole we've got Velvet!"

Stacy rolled her eyes; it was a Friday morning. The only people getting rocked were the handful of geriatrics and pervs that practically lived at the club. The only reason she had agreed to perform in the morning was to get first dibs on that evenings more lucrative time slots. The young woman stretched again and walked through the curtain, there was a twinge in her back.

It still hurt.

End of part one