That night, Daisy's father stopped by her room on the way to bed. He left the door open behind him only a crack as he went to the side of her bed. Without a word, he stripped off the duvet and took in her body, dressed in her mother's oversized uniform. He gripped the waistband of her shorts and slid them down to her ankles. Daisy heard him gasp, and she winced. The swelling had only just started to go down, giving her pussy a little definition and sensation, but the size was still very much the same as it had been when she had first pulled off the cylinder.
Her father stared at it for a moment, then reached out and gripped her labia with both hands just as she had done earlier. He spread the flaps gingerly, observing the glint of moisture in between. After a moment, to Daisy's great relief, he smiled and whispered, "What a perfect, disgusting pussy." Then, he leaned forward, and Daisy felt, albeit faintly, a sucking sensation on her swollen clit. She sighed softly and slid her hands lightly across her achingly stiff nipples.
But the moment didn't last long. As suddenly as he had appeared, her father straightened back up and left the room without even a backward glance. Daisy lay there in the fading light of the late summer evening, her shorts still around her ankles, her thighs spread awkwardly to accomodate the unnatural bulk between them. After a moment, she struggled to pull the shorts back up. This time the gusset tucked itself between her lips, a sensation Daisy found unexpectedly erotic. She had to pull hard to get the waistband over her hips, working the crotch deep into her swollen crevice in the process. If she hadn't been so numb, it would have hurt. When she slept, Daisy's dreams were overwhelmingly sexual, and when she woke in the morning, the crotch of her shorts, still buried between her fat lips, was slippery.
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Daisy's pussy wasn't the only thing her father wanted to expand. The next morning, she found a text message on her phone instructing her to kneel on all fours on her bed with the largest cylinders attached to her nipples. She was to use the timed pump so that she could devote her attention to a more pleasant task: gratifying herself sexually.
The setup her father required was rather complicated. She was to find in one of the boxes in the shed a dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. Once back in her room, Daisy was instructed to move her bed several feet so that it stood against the far wall, flush with the wall-mounted mirror. She was to carefully attach the suction cup to the mirror so that, once on her hands and knees on the bed, the head of the dildo would line up with the hole she intended to penetrate. In this, she was given no choice. Her father instructed her to impale her pussy on the dildo once the cylinders were attached to her nipples, and the pump engaged.
Before climbing onto the bed, however, he instructed her to look under her mattress. To her surprise, Daisy found a number of porno magazines her father must have placed there while she was away at Nate's place. Smiling to herself, Daisy climbed onto the bed and began to hook the cylinders up to her nipples. It was important to create a lasting seal before securing the cylinders, so Daisy lifted her tits up and sucked each nipple into her mouth, leaving it and the surrounding flesh dripping with saliva. She watched as the initial pressure drew her already large nubs deep into the plastic tubes-first one, then the other. She felt her body respond, and felt grateful for the dildo that waited just behind her.
Once the timer was engaged, Daisy settled onto the bed on all fours. She selected the first magazine and began to page through it. To her surprise, she found little post-it notes bearing her father's handwriting throughout. The first note was attached to a photo of a business woman dressed in a blazer and skirt, sitting at her desk. She was turned toward the camera, but her attention was directed elsewhere, as though interacting with a coworker. Beneath her desk, hidden from every view but the cameraman's, she sat with her skirt hiked up around her hips. Between her spread legs was a plump, swollen pussy. From the exaggerated size and bulbous shape, it was clear she had used a pump. Daisy was fascinated by the woman's lips. She was unexpectedly aroused by them, and found herself wanting to explore that bulging reddish-purple flesh.
The note her father had attached to the photo read, "This should be you, Daisy: going about your normal day with a naughty little secret. I'd like for you to get a job so that you can be in public with your pussy looking and feeling like this." Daisy stared at the woman's cunt as she pushed her own pussy against the dildo behind her. The stiff silicone buried itself between her still-swollen lips, finding the tender hole between them.
But she didn't impale herself just yet. Flipping to the next photo, Daisy found herself staring at a woman out in her front yard, wearing a very low-cut one-piece bathing suit. She was bending over to water the flowers beside the walkway, but somehow, one of her large, full breasts had slipped out of the suit and hung in front of her, completely exposed. From the expression of shock on her face, this embarrassing incident had just occurred. A passing neighbor caught in the photo seemed to have observed the whole incident, and was openly staring at her in mid-stride.
A second photo featured the same woman, this time with her back to the camera, retreating hurriedly into the house. Between her slim thighs, however, the gusset of her swimsuit had slipped to one side. Her left pussy lip had fallen out and, naturally long and somewhat plump, it hung down between her thighs, visible from the street. A number of other people had gathered and could be seen standing in the foreground of the photo, watching her. The camera had been able to capture her reflection in the glass pane of her front door, and it was clear to see she hadn't bothered to tuck her breast back into the suit before fleeing for privacy.
Her father had left a note here, too: "Not as big as yours, but I love seeing her one tit hang out. I also want to put my face between her thighs and suck that pussy lip into my mouth. I'd pull the other one out too, or maybe work the crotch of her swimsuit in between those lips and suck on them as they hang down." Daisy felt a surge of jealousy as she re-examined the woman's exposed pussy. She too wanted to suck on the woman's long lips, perhaps pushing her onto her knees in the grass as she ate her from behind...but she didn't like the idea that her father was also fantasizing about this. Her jealousy made her anxious, and her anxiety made her horny. With a painful thrust, she buried the dildo inside her pussy, pushing backwards until her ass pressed against the mirrored glass.
There was a series of photos seemingly submitted by readers. One showed a naked girl sleeping in bed, the sheet pulled aside to reveal her lower half. Her left leg was cast up so that, beneath the curves of her tight ass, the pink lips of her pussy could be seen. Another showed a girl sitting on a bike, seemingly unaware that her labia were peeking out from the crotch of her shorts, framing the seat of her bike. A third showed a woman sitting in the front seat of her car, evidently in the midst of changing her shirt. She wore no bra, and the seat belt burrowed deep into the cleavage of her enormous, obviously fake breasts. There were dozens of these, and Daisy found she enjoyed seeing these women in compromising positions when they unaware they were being watched. Until she turned the page.
"Hide-and-Leak!" declared the gaudy headline, written in yellow bubble letters accompanied by little yellow cartoon droplets. There were many photos in the full spread, but her eyes went immediately to the one in the center, marked by a tiny yellow post-it note: "Look familiar?" A busty young blonde stood in a parking lot in full daylight, wearing a tight crop top and a pair of tight skinny jeans, the crotch of which was stained an even darker blue. Although she wasn't looking at the camera, the expression on her face was clearly one of sheer horror and embarrassment. Daisy's heart skipped a beat.
