Anna stirred awake at 6 am. Her eyes reluctantly drifted apart and focused on the blue dawn glowing in the window.
"Daddddddy?"
In a rushed whimper, Anna pleaded for warmth in the empty room, sweeping her arm for him. She felt only coldness on his side of the bed. Her heart broke into a million pieces, and she pushed down the need to cry. She felt achy, with a headache forming around both temples.
With a confused grumble, Anna tumbled out of the tall bed, her bare feet landing on the icy hardwood floor below. She paddled into the bathroom to relieve herself. Her urine and his semen rushed from her cunt with an intense tingle that made her shiver. Her pussy had taken a pounding last night. She wiped, washed her hands, cut the light, and walked down the hallway to find the television on, illuminating the top of his wavy hair.
"Dad-, Um," Anna cleared her throat and carefully stepped into the living room, "Jeff?"
Shaking off his exhaustion, Jeff swiveled to face her with a smile. "Good morning. What are you doing up so early?" He yawned.
Anna shrugged, her voice too dry to speak clearly. Walking into the kitchen, she returned with a bottle of water. She chugged it back, keeping her eyes on his relaxed frame, and pulled back to wipe her mouth.
"I think I am getting sick again," she whispered.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No!" Stunned alert by his assumption, she looked down and used her stomach muscles to tuck her soft fleshy pouch away.
"You sure?"
"I... Yes, I am sure." Holding her breath, she kept her tanned stomach tight and furrowed her arched brows at him. "What are you trying to say? I am getting fat?"
"No," Jeff shook his head and chuckled at the act, noting there wasn't much change in her breathless tummy tuck, "You said you felt sick. That's why I asked."
"Oh," Anna dropped the wrinkles on her forehead.
"Yeah. You can breathe out now," he mocked.
Her face reddened with humiliation. Anna hated it when he called her out and huffed, turning slightly to unclench her sore abdomen muscles.
"There you go. Let it hang out. Hell, you're home."
"Oh my god. Do you have to be rude early in the morning?" Anna placed her palm against her belly, "Now I have to go change."
"For what?" Jeff laughed, "My god, you just wake up every morning, crazy as fuck, don't you?"
"Don't call me crazy. I'm not crazy."
"I bet you feel better now, letting it hang," he said with a grand ole laugh.
"Stop friggin' laughing at me!"
"I am sorry," Jeff raised his hands with another hearty chuckle, "But you've got to get over your insecurities about your weight. It's getting ridiculous. I don't know why you women always think something is wrong with you. Kate was the same way."
Jeff took in her pretty face, bunched up and furious with envy from him mentioning his ex-girlfriend. His grin widened with another chuckle. Recently, Anna had grown possessive over him, wanting him all to herself. He considered that more valuable than the L word she had yet to confess. He knew she felt something close to love by the new found timidness in her precious face as his chocolate eyes roamed over her narrow shoulders and then down her tummy. Yes, she was a little heavy, but at 4 '11, what did she expect?
Jeff had fallen head over heels for her extra pouches and didn't want her any more or less than the perfect one hundred and twenty pounds she was. That is, unless she was pregnant... then to hell with it. But as of now, she was little, and he needed something to grip while he was breeding her fat ass.
Avoiding her mound in a pair of pink shorts, Jeff looked down at her tiny bare feet, "Look at your little toes. If you were fat, you'd break your ankles."
"Whatever." Anna giggled, "You're weird."
"If I am weird, you're fucking delusional," Licking his lips, he admired her childbearing hips and thick tanned thighs, "Yeah. There isn't much FAT about you, Except for that fat a-"
"Stopp!" Anna whined, grabbing her plump ass, "Gosh. You don't have to remind me."
"I love that Fat ass." Jeff laughed at the blush reddening her cheeks, "Seriously though, Anna. You're gorgeous, baby girl."
"Whatever, stop lyin'. You said that about Sasha. Last night."
"Who's standing in my living room right now?" Jeff countered with a smirk, "It's not her, is it?"
Anna glared at him, imagining her friend taking her spot.
Her presence was like a sniff of coke, easing his worry, and his eyes shone with exhilaration over their exchange.
"Yeah," he smiled, "I got the little girl I want."
Anna smiled, taking her hands behind her back, "Stop," she blushed.
Jeff leaned his head to the side and bit his bottom lip before confessing, "You're the cutest thing I've ever seen. Prettier than all the Disney princesses."
Anna rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she dismissed his grandiose praise and looped her hands back to her stomach, tucking the slight gut with her palm. "I do need to lose weight, though."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
Jeff raised his brow, "I think you might need to take a FAT look in the mirror if you disagree with me, little one," he smirked, taking her in with another lusty glance, "Come on. Don't play innocent. You know you're my sexy little Piggy."
Blushing from the backhanded compliment, Anna tugged at her crop top and tried to push back her negative self-image. She adored him. He sat with absolute confidence, shirtless and long-legged, in his recliner with their dog, Butler, at his feet. It was an inviting image that she wanted to be a part of. But she stood still, looking down at the carpet, still processing her insecurities. She wanted cuddles. Ugh, why couldn't she just ask?
"Can I... um.. I don't feel good." Anna wiggled her toes against the soft carpet.
Jeff saw only the exhaustion in her big, bright eyes and leaned his head to the side. "Maybe you need to go back to bed. It's only six thirty. I got up early 'cause I couldn't sleep. I was...." He sighed and focused on SportsCenter to clear his rightfully negative thoughts. "Go back to sleep."
Anna couldn't go back to sleep without his warm body beside her. He had snuggled her to sleep last night, an easy feat after using her little pussy. They had played in hard and soft kinks for two rounds on his part. She, on the other hand, had received numerous orgasms, leaving her soft folds sore. Waking up alone this morning, she was needier than ever, wanting to jump into his lap.
"UHmm." she moaned, fiddling with her fingers behind her back.
"You want some medicine? I think there is some Pepto in that top drawer."
"Nooooo," Anna shook her head, her leg shaking with nervous tension, "I don't need that. I think. Um... my stomach doesn't hurt."
"Well, hell, I don't know. Go eat something, and maybe you will feel better." He shrugged, then remembered he was her caretaker and kicked himself for being bad at it. "Wait. I think we got some milk in the fridge. Do you want me to make you some pancakes?"
Anna shook her head.
Jeff took a deep breath and looked at her, trying to decipher her issue and be a good Daddy Dom. But their whole DDLG dynamic was foreign to a rugged sadist like him. He felt he was making progress, if anything.
"You heard me, little girl. Go eat something. There's some apples in there. We still got those cookies.... I know you worked off that salad last night," he winked.
Taking his advice, Anna backed into the kitchen for nutrients. When she returned with a protein shake, he quickly shook his head.
"No, ma'am, that doesn't count."
"It's 400 calories. It's a meal replacement," Anna unscrewed the top.
"YOU need real food, damnit, uhh," With a frustrated breath, he grasped the recliner lever, "Put that back, and I'll make you-"
"Nooo, I am okay," she moaned, "I.. I don't feel like eating right now. My throat hurts, and I DON'T feel good." Anna pressed her nails against her neck, wishing he could read the neediness in her eyes and ask her to sit with him.
"Alright, Whatever," Jeff used his palm to massage the tension in his face.
Anna was just as frustrated, too timid and proud to ask for cuddles. Her heart was pounding with a need for affection. She took a sip from the bottled protein shake and awaited his offer for comfort. But he couldn't read her mind and settled back in his chair. He grabbed his phone, giving attention to the device instead of her. She sighed, wanting to go back in time to last night when she felt so small and he treated her like the little princess she wanted to be.
Desperate for attention, Anna stomped her foot with building tension and walked back into the kitchen. She blamed him for not knowing what she wanted but shook the thought away. Wanting to return to her childish mindset, she poured her drink into a Little Mermaid-themed cup and tightened the lid. She returned to the living room with a pout and issued a slight cough for attention. When that didn't work, she stepped closer. She needed him so much she wanted to cry.
Anna finally spoke, her voice cracked in a needy whine, "Daddy."
"What is it?" Jeff blew out his frustration, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, wiping her forehead, "I feel dizzy."
Jeff put his phone down and looked at her adorable pout. "Come here," he waved his large hand.
Anna hurried to his side and beamed when he tapped his thigh for her to sit. Eagerly, she stepped over Butler to get in his lap and found a comfortable position. He gently merged her cold feet between his thigh and the cushion and checked her head for a fever.
"You feel okay. You don't have a fever yet. Do you want me to go get one of your toys?"
"Nope, I don't need stuffies," Anna said with more pep in her tone, "I think I'm better now."
"Oh, you're all better now, huh?" Jeff smirked, realizing this was what she had wanted all along.
Anna nodded, hiding a smile as she drank the Knockoff Slimfast through the sippy part of the cup.
"If you wanted to sit with me, you should have just said something," Jeff remarked in a deeper tone, patting her cold ankles, "Anna. You need to start using your big girl words and start wearing some socks. No wonder you're getting sick."
