Daisy was naked, and her titties bounced and jiggled wildly as she ran, hitting her in the chin and face, but she managed to make it to the house.
She expected to run into her mother immediately, but there was no one in the kitchen, or the living room. She rushed up the staircase to her bedroom and flung herself onto her bed, crying. She didn't even care that she was naked, or what her mother would say if she came in the room. She hated her mother, just as she hated her father and her best friend.
She lay on her bed for five minutes until her weeping slowed and finally stopped. Then she heard a sound behind her. She looked over her shoulder, and gasped.
Her father's friend Nate stood in the doorway, looking uncertainly at her. "Veronica? Oh my god, are you okay? Why are you crying?"
Daisy scrambled to cover herself, but there was too much flesh for her little hands, so she grabbed a blanket and wrapped herself in that instead. "What are you doing here?"
Nate frowned. "I just stopped by to have a beer with your, um...with your boyfriend. He mentioned his wife was out, and..." He looked down at her. "I didn't realize you'd be here. I'm an idiot. I should have known you would be."
"No, it's okay," Daisy said, realizing abruptly that she had forgotten her accent. But Nate seemed unaware. He came and sat down on the chair at her desk, looking wary. "Did you two have a fight?"
Daisy nodded, sniffling. "I don't think he loves me anymore. I mean, I don't think he...I don't think he wants me."
Nate looked at her. "How could he not want you? You're...you're gorgeous."
Fresh tears spilled from Daisy's eyes. "You really think so?"
"Of course I do," Nate insisted. He slid down to his knees and crawled across the floor to the bed. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"I think you're just saying that," Daisy sniffled, rolling over so that her back was to him. The blanket rolled with her, exposing her backside. She heard Nate's intake of breath.
"No, see, now I have proof," he said softly. She felt a hand on her side, felt it slide down her hip and over her ass. "This is just beautiful."
"How about this?" Daisy demanded, rolling onto her back, but without the blanket this time. Her enormous tits bulged atop her narrow chest, though the cylinders must have come off somehow, leaving her nipples bare. They had been pumped so hard and for so long that they were obscenely large, nearly an inch thick and several inches long. Nate stared at them, and Daisy couldn't tell whether he was aroused or disgusted.
"Or this?" She spread her legs, directing his attention to the flesh bulging inside the plastic cup between her thighs. Nate's eyebrows shot up, and he immediately moved down to investigate. "What is this?"
"He makes me wear it," Daisy sobbed, though she knew now it was only for sympathy. "Take it off and see what it does to me."
Nate tugged gingerly at the plastic cup, but it didn't budge.
"Harder!"
He pried the cup off with a grunt, and out popped her enormous twat. Thick folds of swollen pussy flesh, slick with juice, protruded five inches from her body. Nate swore under his breath.
"See? I'm disgusting. No one will ever want to fuck me." Daisy's tears were real this time. She had seen the expression on his face, and in that instant, any thought of ever feeling sexy or desireable had been eradicated from her memory.
Nate reached out and stroked the purple flesh. "I still want to fuck you."
"You're just saying that!"
"No, baby," he insisted, touching her gingerly, getting a feel for the shape and texture of this expanded cunt. "I bet you're even tighter like this. I bet you'd feel so nice around my cock." He stood up suddenly and began undoing his belt.
Daisy looked up at him, suddenly afraid. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to fuck that fat pussy," Nate said as his jeans and boxers fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and knelt over her on the bed. "You're so tiny," he whispered. "You're too small to have such a big cunt. But I'm gonna fuck it, okay? I'm gonna fuck it like your man should."