Saturday morning dawned bright and lovely, the first day of the first weekend since her confinement inside the shed. Daisy knew it was going to be a special day, because her father had come out to the shed early to let her know that her mother was going to stay with her sister that evening. As she relieved herself in her bucket in front of him, he showed her a new outfit he had bought-a little schoolgirl uniform. There was a cute white cropped top that tied below the breasts, and a little pink and brown plaid skirt. He also showed her two long white socks and a pair of pink patent leather high-heeled sandals.
"Get some rest today if you can," her father advised her as he strapped her onto the bench. "Your mother is out of town this weekend and we're going to have a late night." There was no need any longer to pluck her nipples to stiffen them, but he did it anyway, and Daisy was glad. She liked the sensation, even if sometimes her nipples squirted when he did it too hard. When they were as stiff as they were going to get, he slid the larger cylinders down the length of them and began to pump. He used more pressure than he usually did, until they had expanded three times' their usual length. White droplets were already forming on the wide tips, but Daisy was so used to it by now that she hardly minded.
She rested easily on the soft padding, waiting to see what her father would do next. As she expected, he affixed a cylinder over her pussy, but this one was extremely long and very wide, and actually widened at the end into a large round ball. It extended out a foot or more, and it was so heavy he had to rest it on a table behind her to keep it from breaking the seal around her pussy and losing pressure. He connected this pump to the timer that would alternately bleed off and build pressure at regular intervals throughout the day to prevent any serious damage.
"I want you to drink lots of water today to stay hydrated," he explained. "I've left you a Camelbak so you can drink without using your hands. I'm sure you'll need to pee, and I won't be able to come out very often today to let you relieve yourself. Just pee into the cylinder, and I'll empty it when I can."
He didn't empty it until that afternoon, when he removed the pumps entirely. Curiously, Daisy had found that the intense pressure inside the cylinder seemed to almost suck the piss out of her, and she had no trouble at all emptying her bladder. By the time her father returned to the shed, the cylinder was completely full, brimming with almost clear urine. When he released the pressure, it splashed all over the floor. He emptied the rest into a nearby bucket. "I still have to pee," she said sheepishly, trying to hold it in as he undid her restraints.
Her father kicked the bucket underneath her and returned to his work. "Piss in that."
She did. The stream arced out from her swollen pussy and down, some of it splattering in the bucket, some on the floor. Daisy found she rather enjoyed peeing without caring where it went, just relieving herself wherever she was. Her bladder was full, and her pee lasted until he had removed both straps around her wrists and the cylinders from her nipples. They were grotesquely large, both long and fat, but Daisy hardly noticed. She wasn't really trying to impress anyone with them anymore, so what did she care? The bigger they were, the more milk they seemed to produce, which made her father happy, even if it sometimes humiliated her.
Her father draped her in her usual robe and, to her delight, led her out of the shed and into the house. He gave her the outfit he had shown her earlier that day and instructed her to shower and dress. She was to do her hair and makeup before joining him in the den downstairs.
Daisy soaped herself in the hot water for as long as she dared. After the dry showers in the shed, this was a luxury beyond imagination. When she was clean and shaven, she stepped out to dry off her body and dress.
The shirt was too tight, and forced her breasts together into comically large, round bulges that threatened to spill out of the plunging neckline. After some tucking and primping, Daisy did somehow manage to get it tied. Her nipples, as stiff and swollen as they were, still were no match for the taut fabric, so instead of protrusions, they were only two dark circles against the thin fabric. The skirt was ridiculously short with a split that went up to the waistband. Her father had given her panties to wear, and although they were nice lacy booty shorts, they had no crotch. When she pulled them up over her ass, her enormously swollen pussy hung out of the gap in the gusset.
Daisy did her makeup carefully, using eyeliner and mascara and the bright bubblegum-pink lipgloss she knew her father loved. She dried her hair and put it up in pigtails to complete the look. She thought she looked rather pretty in the full-length bathroom mirror, spinning in the little skirt and smiling at her reflection. At last she stooped to slide on what turned out to be thigh-high white socks and, over them, the sexy sandals.
She found her father in the den, setting up the card table for a poker game. She was somewhat surprised-she hadn't expected company. But sure enough, there was a sideboard set up with whiskey and lowball glasses, four or five of them. She didn't think her father would let anyone see her like this, but even so, she started to feel nervous.
When her father saw her, he smiled. "You look lovely, honey. I picked the perfect outfit for you." He offered her a flask, and she took a drink. Then suddenly he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to a chair in the corner. He sat down and bent her over his knees, as though he was about to spank her.
He actually did flip up her skirt, but instead of hitting her bottom, he pulled her panties down over her bottom and down to her knees. "Reach behind you, Daise, and pull your ass cheeks apart."
She blushed, but he had asked her to do much more humiliating things before, so this was really nothing. Daisy felt cool air on her anus as she spread her cheeks wide and held them there.
Then she felt something push inside her hole. It felt narrow, and only slid in a few inches. The sensation was a familiar one. "There you go, Daisy. Now just relax."
Warm liquid began to flow into her bowels through the little nozzle, filling her up. It was almost soothing, as it had been the first time, until her stomach began to cramp. "Oh, it's too much," she moaned.
"I'll decide what's too much," her father corrected her. "Just a little more. Good girl. Take it all."
Finally he pulled the nozzle out of her ass, and told her sternly to hold the enema inside her. She remained bent over, her bulging belly hanging between his spread knees. Wave after wave of cramps assailed her, and she moaned. She nearly released the contents of her bowels when she felt his fingers stroke her swollen pussy lips.
"You look lovely tonight, honey," he said again, but she knew he meant her pussy this time. "This pump really gives you a nice shape. Round, but plump. A fat little juicy peach." She felt him spread her labia open with his thumb. "Nice and juicy, oh my."
He held his fingers up to her face so she could see the wetness on them. She blushed, struggling to keep her anus closed. There was no plug to trap the liquid inside her this time. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity had passed, her father patted her bottom. "Get up and empty yourself into that bucket. Be careful not to soil your outfit."
She needed no further prompting. Waddling awkwardly over to the Home Depot bucket in the corner, she squatted down and released the contents of her bowels in a hard, fast torrent that left her breathless. Her father stood over her taking pictures, capturing this slutty little schoolgirl squirting her filth into a makeshift toilet. Daisy tried to look pretty, but she felt so horrible she couldn't hold back the grimace. At last she felt she was empty, and stood up. Her father wiped her bottom with a wet rag, cleaning away all of the water and piss and filth. Before he let her pull her panties back up, he pushed something into her anus-a plug, one of the stainless steel ones. It wasn't enormous, but it spread her open fairly wide. Once her panties were in place, her father tugged the crotch up to make sure her juicy little peach hung out, and hooked the gusset up over the base of the plug that protruded from her asshole.
Then the doorbell rang.
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Tom hurriedly dumped the contents of the bucket into the toilet and tossed away the soiled rag. When he returned to the den, Daisy was looking at him, alarm stamped on her face. He smiled. "Daisy, tonight you are not my daughter. You're going to pretend to be someone else, okay?"
Daisy nodded wordlessly.
"Good. I know you were an excellent actress in high school, so you should do very well tonight. I want you to pretend to be a stripper. Don't worry, you won't have to perform. Just pretend to be slutty and you'll do fine." He offered her another sip of whiskey, and watched her swallow several shots in one go. "That will help, I'm sure. Are you ready?"
