Survey says: NOPE!

As I felt my pulsating prick began to dump deep inside the moaning slut I used to know as my bestie, i felt a new feeling surface inside my brain. The limited clarity I received post-nut was just enough to completely change my outlook on my life. This, this, this WHATEVER I was trying to emulate wasn’t me. I wasn’t some kind of douchebag dickhead dom daddy who thinks with his little head more than his big one. No, I may not like who I currently was, but that pales in comparison to the feeling of utter disgust I had for the fucktard I was being. Instead of turning my mind to rage, I should just let my feelings go. Holding back stress is for douches, and god knows I wasn’t a douche.

So with newfound tears running down my cheeks, I sobbed in knowledge of my failures. Cindy heard my cries and turned around, thinking shed find a sissy sobbing from her transformation, and instead finding a worthless, broken boi.

Fresh from the throes of orgasm, she managed somehow to ask, “W-why are you crying, Daddy? Did I not do good enough or something?”

“N-no, i-its n-not your f-f-fault. I f-failed you. I’m s-so so s-s-sorry. I’m not a Douchebag Daddy. I’m just a weak little boi who was lucky enough to have you as my friend. I’ve been so scared I’d become a bimboi that I let it jeopardize our friendship. I’m sorry. I love you, you’re my best friend. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just hope you’ll find it in your heart to somehow forgive me for hurting you.”

Her face twitched in a show of maddeningly intense emotions. I braced myself as she slowly lifted her arms up, preparing for the blow that would end my existence.

“Oh, you come here silly.”

She reached up to me and, instead of giving me the proper strike I deserved, simple squeezed my sobbing self.

My bimboi bestie mumbled In my ear, “I love you too. You’ve always been like my big brother, so when I got turned and you left, I was scared of being on my own. But now that you’re back, I’ve got some body to lean on again. Please never leave me alone again. It hurts too much.”

I felt a warm glow surround my body as we hugged. Fresh, almost motherly desires invaded my brain. I had never been so content in my life. I knew with 100% certainty that I wanted to be the one to take care of her for the rest of our lives.

Suddenly, the hairs on my body stood on end. This motherly desire had awakened my personal image of an ideal woman. My mom. I wanted to be what my mom always was to me, for Cindy.

My cock was the first thing to change, still buried within her sexy snatch. I could tell she didn’t mind the length and girth changes at all, but it kept growing until it was near comically girthy proportions, and 16 inches long to boot. With big fat mommy cock in cindys cunt, my balls swelled as well until they were the size of tennis balls.

*SNAP*

*CRACKLE*

*POP*

My hips audibly announced that they would proceed to reshape themselves into what can only be called, for lack of a better term, childbearing hips.

Then the changes move upwards. My chest tingles with newfound hormones as my skin softens and stretches to accommodate the brands new massive milky mommy mountains emanating from my chest.

My face tingles as a more mature look embraces my face in a seamless manner. Then the changes happen to my entire body. I suddenly shoot up in height, growing at least another foot to tower over the cutie pie impaled on my massive mommy meat. Then my whole body seems to double in mass. My once skinny frame balloons out into an obscene MILF amalgamation. Yet, I’m not fat, im fluffy.

My little Cindy baby looks up at me and squeaks, “Mommy?”

“Yes honey. I’m here, and I’ll never leave you again. I love you too much, baby. Now why don’t you come suck on mommy’s milky mammaries?”

“Mmm yess mommy!”

As my newfound daughter suckles my milky momma missiles, my hardening meatstick thrusts inside of her. To most outsiders, it would seem to be an obscene scene of sensuality, but to us two, it’s much much more. This is not just your average intercourse. It’s so much more.

This is love.

This is family.

This is who i really am.

But my story isn’t over yet. There’s still so much more to tell. I don’t even know if the world is ready to accept our relationship. I don’t know how my parents will react. But as I look into the eyes of my precious daughter, it all fades away. We can face the future together.

But we’ll just have to take it...

One.

step.

at a time.