When he woke early the next morning, Tom dashed down the hallway to Daisy's room. He wanted to see her before she woke-if she had ever been able to sleep.
She lay on her back as he had left her. Her legs were spread to accommodate the plastic pump he had fitted over her pussy, which he was pleased to see had remained in place. The pump was currently activated, and to his delight, he could see through the clear plastic the swell of Daisy's twat. The mass of flesh had expanded enough to fill up the receptacle, her inflated purple lips straining against the insides of the cup.
Over her tits he had fitted two enormous plastic bowls, each large enough to contain at least half a breast. They too were active, and he could see her reddened flesh expanding into the vacuum, swelling to another third of its usual size. Her nipples were pressed flat against the plastic, like a topless cheerleader at a fantasy carwash.
She looked a bit like a science experiment, this tiny girl hooked up to all these tubes. Even as Tom watched, the timed pumps released their pressure, and her flesh shrunk-but not by much. He lifted the bowl from her left jug and, with a hollow thwock, it released her flesh like dough from a bread pan. Daisy's tit was much firmer, however, and obscenely swollen. Half of it was deep red and almost bulbous, rising nearly a foot off her rib cage. He removed the other, and the effect was like two bowls of jell-o sitting atop her chest, capped with stiff nipples like cherries.
Daisy was coming awake now, and she gasped at the sight. From her vantage point, all she could see were her own tits. Tom plucked at one of her nipples, and she grunted. "Ungh, no, it's soooorrre," she complained.
Tom found he was pleased with her response.
Pulling the cup off her pussy was harder. It was molded onto her flesh, and her lips had swollen so much that the cup stayed on without any pressure at all. He had to forceably pull it from her body, and when he did, her cunt popped out, again like jell-o from a mold.
Tom had only seen videos of this sort of thing, and none of them proved as sexy as what he saw there in front of him. Her cunt was not disfigured or deformed like many of the girls he had seen, but had retained all its natural folds and creases. The pump had merely inflated them, making them obscenely swollen and fat. She still had the same lovely shape, just expanded twice over.
He couldn't help himself. He reached out and touched her pussy flesh with the tips of his fingers. It was stiff, almost rubbery. He looked closer and saw a stream of juice had worked its way somehow out of her impossibly swollen folds and was pooling down beneath her ass. He cupped her cunt in one hand, and found it was too big to fit.
"What's going on?" Daisy asked sleepily, propping herself up so she could see over the mountains of her tits. "Oh my god, Dad, what...what happened?"
Tom smiled up at her, spreading his fingers wide to show the strands of juice that clung to them. "You began your training last night. If you want to flaunt your tits and pussy like a slut, I'll give you something to flaunt." He stood up, offering her a hand. "Your body will return to normal if I allow it. But every night, I will hook you up to the same pumps. Eventually they'll simply get larger and stay larger." He actually had other plans for her tits, but he wasn't about to tip his whole hand.
"If you need to pee, you can squat down over the bucket." She did, and Tom watched as pee exploded from her monstrous cunt. It sprayed everywhere, down her inner thighs and calves, over her feet, even splattering on the floor. Tom didn't mind-she would clean it up later. He was fascinated by her flesh, so swollen it impeded the flow of urine. When she was finished, she stood, but her eyes remained on the floor. "Dad, I have to, um..."
"Take a shit?"
Daisy blushed furiously, but after a moment she nodded.
"Good girl," he said. "You can always tell me about your bodily needs, although you should know that I won't always acknowledge them the way you might want me to. Go to the bathroom, leave the door open, and squat down on the toilet. Spread your knees wide enough so that your titties hang between them. I won't watch you go, but I want to see you sit like that first."
Daisy was shaking as she climbed up onto the toilet, moving awkwardly-although whether it was because of her impending bowel movement or her swollen pussy, he didn't know. Obediently, she crouched down over the bowl, spreading her knees to accommodate the thrust of her enormous tits. Her face was beat red and sweating. Tom observed with pleasure the grotesque mass of flesh hanging between her thighs, her twin nipples thrusting out stiffly from red flesh.
"Play with your nipples," he commanded, and Daisy reached awkwardly around her knees and plucked the fat nubs. She rolled them between her fingers and pulled them away from her teats. Rather than excited, her demeanor was nervous, distracted. Tom frowned.
"Dad, I really have to go," she moaned.
"Tug on them," he insisted. "Hard."
Daisy obeyed. She pulled her nipples hard enough to milk them. Then suddenly she shrieked, and he heard a large splash. "Good girl," he said, stroking her hair. "Does that feel better?"
