There's still some hope

After taking a few deep breaths, you reluctantly reach down to your crotch and dip a finger into your sore womanhood to try and scrape out most of the quickly congealing sperm. It made you realize how **** women actually are, it only takes a single guy to fill you up and there's no way to really get the baby batter back out! Still you do give it a try, unaware that your petite fingers were pushing the spunk even deeper inwards until most of it was either out of reach, or in the process of washing down the drain.

Having pubic hair was an odd sight too, so you began to reach for one of your dad's razors to take care of it but... razors are sharp! They're scary! It's better to just leave it be. Your father prefers his girls with some hair down there anyway, since it makes you look more like a woman.

After finishing your shower and leaving the bathroom with a towel wrapped around yourself, you once more feel a dull headache, some memories disappearing while new ones fill in the gaps. Better to lie down in your bedroom for a bit before you pass out. As you approach it and open the door however, you only see a mostly empty room with light blue colored walls, some baby toys and an empty crib in the middle of the room. What's going on...?

Oh yeah, after you first started having intercourse with your father, he decided to let you move into the master bedroom with him so that neither of you would have to sleep alone. Your own bedroom was turned into a baby room for when you finally get pregnant. Uggh. This was just the worst possible scenario.

You turn around and walk towards the master bedroom, and as you enter, you inhale the thick stench of sex. Good lord, you could barely breathe in here! There was no denying that there's plenty of unprotected humping going on in here. Out of sheer curiosity you approach the bedside and pull the bed covers aside to see a single large patch of dried cum on the sheets right where you presume your sleeping position would be, considering the other half of the bed was clean and tidy. Disgusting. You couldn't remember your own dad being that much of a slob, let alone treating women with so little respect.

As you continue looking around, you also realize there's literally zero books around. Did he pull you out of college to turn you into some kind of housewife? This kept on getting worse, but there's still an easy way out of this. You quickly continue looking around by the nightstand and in its drawers until you see a familiar package of sleeping pills. Just as you're about to open it however, the room's door opens and your father enters with a surprised expression.

"Didn't I tell you to join me downstairs? But fine, if you want another refill already, get on the bed and prepare your pussy," he says while taking off his clothes once again. Crap, this wasn't what you had in mind. Your body however reacts almost on autopilot. Placing the closed package of sleeping pills back on the nightstand, you instead grab a small bottle of lube, squirt some onto your fingers and then reach down to slather your entrance as well as the first inch of your vag with the slippery coating while lying on the bed with your face down against the pillow before going completely still and quiet.

For some reason, you got a little confidence boost as your father climbed on top of you and began to guide his bloated cockhead against your slit, after all this was one of the few ways you could make him happy! You were able to make yourself useful! In an otherwise depressing situation, it was a small bit of pride for you. He suddenly plunged inwards and stretched your womanhood obscenely to make room for his cock as he began pounding into you as if you were a fully grown woman. Your pubes served like a cushion, softening the blow of his overeager thrusts. Each one **** your crotch firmly against the mattress, with the weak old wooden bed creaking in defeat. It was surprising that sex didn't hurt in any way, which only made you more upset considering your vagina must've been used often enough to get used to the treatment.

Before long, you feel him pushing harshly and deeply into you with a pleased groan, his baby stick throbbing inside of you and probably leaving a gooey reminder of its visit in your tender hole. Your dad however simply collapses on top of you with a pleased sigh, his heavy weight pinning you down against the bed, and you can soon hear his breathing calming down while his dick was still plugging you up. Did he fall asleep just now...?

You quickly use the chance to reach for the box of pills again to try and escape this nightmare before it's too late. You were barely able to remember your previous life! Your petite, pale fingers grasp the package, open it and pull out the light plastic sheet with a shaky grip... only to see that not a single pill was remaining.