14 comments/ 175850 views/ 85 favorites Bimbo Stories: Helen Tracy By: naivesluts *This is one of my bimbo stories inspired by CrystalWynd's distinctive collection. Like him, I've chosen to set all my bimbo stories in a fictional town. Mine is an island I've named Vaunt Isle. Despite some references to each other, every bimbo story is a standalone. They are stroke stories that - despite some variation - follow a set pattern. Because I can only choose one category, I chose Incest/Taboo because that's usually one that people would prefer to know about either way. The "secondary category" is Mind Control. The Bimbo Stories are also extremely unrealistic in countless ways. You have been warned, so please to enjoy!* * "Shut up, I hate you! You're the worst Dad ever!" Helen didn't even give her stunned father a chance to defend himself as she slammed her door and screamed at the top of her lungs from inside her room. Loud punk music blasted out of her laptop speakers moments later. James, her father, felt angry, sad, embarrassed, and exasperated at the same time. When did his sweet daughter become so rude and aggressive? He wasn't even being unreasonable. She wanted to borrow the car for the entire weekend to go to a friend's cottage, and he had business meetings all weekend and all around the city. It was a privilege to borrow the car, not a right. He had been calm about it too. James sighed and flopped down on the couch. He knew to expect a rough time during the teenage years, but Helen had been so pleasant when girls were usually the worst. He was blindsided by her recent behavior. Excepting her 18th birthday a few weeks ago, James hadn't even glimpsed the Helen he remembered for a while. The one that would joke around with him as they talked about everything under the sun. James had even held off on dating to keep Helen happy. It had been fifteen years since his ex-wife had left Vaunt Isle without a trace except a note that said, 'sorry, Jim.' It wasn't easy, either. James was turning the big 4-0 this year and was aging very well. Women at his office were constantly flirting with him, and he found that the older he got, the more women would approach him. He didn't even go out much at all, but he got propositioned everywhere from the grocery store to the gym to even just taking a walk in the park. He had his fair share of one night stands on business trips, but couldn't bring himself to bring a woman back to his home in Vaunt Isle. Not while his daughter was still there. Yes, it had just been James and Helen and they had been a team up until recently. He didn't know what to do about it. For the time being, he just watched some mindless TV to get his mind off of things, then turned in so he could wake up in time to drive to his meeting first thing in the morning. He went to draw the curtains in his bedroom, but couldn't help but notice a lit window in his neighbour's house. The Hudsons had been there since before James and Abby moved in with Helen when she was a baby. They were nice enough, but their three daughters were about 5 years older than Helen, and so the two families never ended up being more than friendly acquaintances. James felt bad for spying, but he was so shocked and intrigued by what he saw, he wasn't able to turn away. First off he noticed the face of Stewart, a boy in his mid-twenties who had just moved in a few doors down. He must have made quick friends with one of the daughters. No surprise to James, all three of the girls were stunning and still lived at home, despite being in their mid to early twenties as well. But he didn't recognize the woman who ran up and kissed Stewart. Her back was to James, but she had long hair that was so blonde it was almost white. Their kissing was passionate. So much so that it moved them farther from the window and James was able to make out more of their bodies. Stewart appeared to still be clothed, but the woman was completely naked. At least from the butt up. And what a view it was. Even from the distance, James' mouth watered at the girl's rounded ass. It curved boldly out from her thin waist and supported two firm fleshy cheeks that James felt were begging to be spanked. But it was when James looked farther up her body that he saw what made him go instantly hard. Even facing away from him, James could make out her breasts. They were so huge that they bulged out from either side of her. Huge fucking tits that made perky semi-circles on either side of her body even with her back turned. James instinctively shoved his hand down his pants. He was a sucker for big boobs. Abby was a proud owner of a pair of natural 34DDs, and James had been spoiled rotten on them until she left him. He missed much more about her than just her breasts, but it was her chest that haunted him most when he would allow himself to masturbate. James usually waited for times when Helen was staying over at a friend's house before jerking off. He told himself it was because he didn't want any awkward situations, but somewhere he knew it was truly because Helen was looking more and more like a less busty version of her mother, and James didn't want to associate his daughter with his orgasms. The farther away from his jizz she was, the better. James couldn't resist pleasuring himself this time, however. Big boobs had been on his mind more than usual recently and the image of a busty woman furiously making out with somebody was too much for his aching dick. Maybe it was his growing sexual frustration, but Vaunt Isle seemed to be home to more and more extremely well-endowed women these days, and it was driving James crazy. As James stroked his larger-than-average cock, he vaguely thought about how maybe he should call the police seeing as there were two strangers in his neighbour's house. Mrs. Hudson and her three daughters were not blonde, and James definitely would have noticed if they were busty. They were all beautiful, but all pretty flat-chested. But it was at that moment when Stewart broke the kiss and pointed his finger toward the window. James rolled out of sight like lightning, his heart pounding. Did that mean that Stewart noticed him? James had been watching the entire time, the boy in the window was either not looking up or was distracted by his makeout partner, James had to be safe. Right? Against his better judgement, he slowly peeked through his window again. The sight returned whatever was lost of his erection from the scare. The boy was fucking the busty slut up against the window from behind! He must have pointed to tell her to turn around. He was still wearing a shirt, but he must have already been naked from the waist down. James considered the possibility that she had been sucking Stewart off before James started spying. The girl's giant tits were pressed up against the window, changing from large circles to huge circles against the glass as she rocked back and forth against the boy's dick. James couldn't stop himself. He started pumping furiously on his own swollen prick, his eyes focused exclusively on the blonde's generous juggs. They seemed real based on the way they naturally jiggled and crashed excessively with the movement. God, he loved tits. Without thinking it through, James let his load loose. He shot harder than he could remember doing in a long time, covering his window with stream after stream of his hot seed. James just stood there with his head thrown back, exhausted from the orgasm and his efforts to keep quiet during it. He finally realized he was standing naked at his window and looked back down into his neighbour's house in a panic. Thankfully, the young couple was still pounding away; blissfully ignorant. This was when James realized that the busty girl's face belonged to Becky, the middle Hudson girl. Even from this distance, James could tell that her lips seemed notably bigger, but the freckled face was unmistakable. Becky had loved her natural red hair, what made her dye it? And did her parents know about her boob job? How did she get the money for such a drastic and realistic one? James' erotic moment had long since died down and he suddenly felt dirty for jerking off to his 23-year-old neighbour. Not much older than Helen... Disgusted with himself and confused, James threw himself into bed; trying to forget the entire day. He woke up in a pleasantly good mood. James didn't remember his dreams, but he felt they must have been good to have put the events of the previous day in proper perspective. Helen was just overreacting about the car. It was nothing to get upset about. The incident last night with Becky and Stewart was certainly unexpected, but it wasn't up to him what Becky did with her body. And relieving himself was just the natural act of a sexually frustrated man. Feeling better than he had in days, James jumped in the shower. Because it had been nearly a year since his last business trip, he had stopped trimming his pubic hair. His good mood made him decide to just go for it and shave it all off. He felt very refreshed after. James hummed to himself as he got dressed in his suit and went downstairs. It wasn't even 8am yet, so he was very surprised to see Helen at the breakfast table, writing a note. She slept in past noon on most weekends now. His footsteps caused her head to jerk up. Even covered by her unruly brown hair, James could see her bright green eyes huge with terror. "Dad," she started, "I didn't even know you were up..." "Didn't you hear the shower?" Asked James, confused. "No...I was. ...Outside... Um..." Helen looked incredibly nervous and bit her thin lower lip. James was concerned. Why was she so upset? His instinct was to feel protective and worried. Was she okay? Suddenly, Helen dashed out the front door. James was too shocked to follow right away, and she was already halfway down the street when he got to the door. He remembered the note and turned back for it. "Dad, I'm so sorr" is all it said. James' stomach clenched. Ghosts of Abby flooded into his brain and he ran out of the door yelling his daughter's name at the top of his lungs, forgetting the time. It wasn't until he turned his head to apologize to disgruntled neighbours that he realized that Helen probably wasn't running away, and what it was that she was actually apologizing for. On the hood of his car - his nice new car that had been a rare gift to himself - were the words "FUCK YOU" in key scratches. James' heart sank. He put on his shoes and locked his house without eating breakfast. He got into his newly defaced car and texted his daughter. 'Please don't run away, Helen. Please. I don't know what I would do without you. We'll talk tonight.' James was angry about the car, but his concern and sadness was far greater. His good mood from earlier was completely gone. It at least calmed him a little bit when his phone buzzed as he pulled out of his driveway. 'OK,' it said. James was a consultant at an advertising agency called Vaunt Ideals and was asked to sit in on a pitch meeting. Apparently with a big enough potential client to warrant not only a weekend meeting, but a trip to their offices. Advertising was a weird business, James mused. Although the agency needed clients to stay in business, Vaunt Ideals had such a great reputation that most of the time it was clients begging for Vaunt Ideals to represent them. That was the other notable part of driving to the client's place of business, James figured they must be a pretty big deal if Vaunt Ideals was choosing to cater to them instead of the other way around. Because of all this, he expected the meeting to be a formality. Unless the product was illegal or the presentation was a complete bust, Vaunt Ideals would accept the client. At a stoplight, James shuffled through the folder he had left in his car overnight. Vaunt Isle Relief Systems, that was the client's name. James found it strange for the client to be a Vaunt Isle based company that he didn't recognize. What new or small company would garner such a response from Vaunt Ideals? Vaunt Isle wasn't a small city, but James had lived and worked there long enough to be familiar with every local business that would require his familiarity. He kept his mind on the mundane mystery to keep it off of his daughter and their spat. It would just be too stressful if he thought about it too much. Best if he wait until their conversation that evening. James made sure to park a few blocks away from the address so that he wouldn't be seen emerging from his now profane car. He saved time by missing breakfast, so he didn't have to rush the short walk to the Vaunt Isle Relief Systems building. In fact, he was still a few minutes early. The building didn't look like anything special. It was on the smaller side with no specific lettering on the side. It just looked like a generic office building in uptown Vaunt Isle. A pretty nice area, but it still didn't scream "weekend meeting" to James. He walked in the front doors and didn't have time to take in the lobby because his eyes and ears were immediately drawn to the front desk. "Ohmigod! Welcome so much to Vaunt Isle Relief Systems, sir! Are you here for the marketing meeting?" James could not reply right away. First: "welcome so much?", "Oh my god?" Did they hire an idiot as the receptionist? And did her introduction imply that this whole office building was somehow dedicated to just their company? How did he never hear of them before? James didn't have much time to ponder these thoughts further because he soon noticed the body that the voice came from. Behind the desk was a young woman who looked around Helen's age. Except this girl had long blinding blonde hair and a huge perky bust. Her hair was tied back professionally in a long ponytail, but the rest of her outfit was way too casual than James was used to in a business environment. As he walked to the desk, he could see the girl sporting tight teens to match her casual pink t-shirt. Stretched across her generous chest was the logo for Vaunt Isle Relief Systems. The logo seemed very forgettable to James - it was nothing but stylized text - but that could have been because of the young teen titflesh just under the material that was gripping his imagination. "Um, yes," James finally responded, "I'm here with Vaunt Ideals. Sorry I'm a bit early." "Totally not a problem sir," the bombshell said before giggling, "plus, you're not even the first one here! There are some really comfy seats behind this wall, just wait there!" "Thanks," stammered James. He could have sworn the girl glanced at his crotch while she spoke and she definitely bit her bottom lip after she finished. He shook it off and walked around to the other side of the wall. The eyecandy would be gone, but it would be less distracting. Sally, the CEO of Vaunt Ideals was the one who had arrived first. Sally was an attractive woman, but she and James had nothing but a professional relationship and a great rapport. Sally was the one who took the business by the reins when it was struggling and made it into the mammoth it was today. "James," Sally said with a small smirk, "the first one here as usual." "You mean the first one after you," James returned, "as usual." "A stark greeting first thing on a Saturday, wouldn't you say?" "Yes, I certainly didn't expect that." "I may have walked out if the offer wasn't so fucking huge." Sally whispered the last two words. "Yeah, well let's hope it's not just a sham. I've never heard of Vaunt Isle Relief Systems. What do they sell? Stressballs?" Sally raised an eyebrow. "Pretty much, yup. Easy gig if they do have the cash. Well worth a local weekend meeting. This isn't going to be the Chicago fiasco." James grinned. Enough time had passed since that trip to be able to laugh at it now. It was one of the reasons most clients flew to Vaunt Isle these days. Clients had to prove they were serious. Over the next five minutes, the rest of the pitch crew arrived and the team of 5 - including James and Sally - were escorted into the elevator by the bubbly receptionist. Sally was the only woman there and because she was the boss, the men practically pulled muscles to not look at the unbelievable breasts of their excitable escort. James was the only one who knew Sally well enough to know that she had amusement mixed in with annoyance for the busty teen. Sally wouldn't really have cared if they stared, but James still chose not to. A raging erection would not be professional for a first impression. The girl, who introduced herself as Bree, led them through offices on the 4th floor. It looked like the typical cubicle fare with typical employees and a typical dismal mood in the air, but at the back of the floor was a large meeting room. The walls were glass, but there were black curtains blocking any vision inside. Bree unlocked the door and told everybody to take a seat inside and get comfortable until the President of Vaunt Isle Relief Systems came in for his presentation. Bree seemed so excited that she was literally bouncing as she ushered them inside. James couldn't resist a glance down at the girl's bouncing globes that seemed desperate to escape from the fabric of the t-shirt. There were exactly five seats - all facing the front of the room - and no table. Still, the team instinctively sat in a particular order. Sally took the middle seat with James to her right and Carl to her left. Carl had been there since even before Sally. He had even turned down the CEO job before Sally was offered it. He was happy being a part of the consulting team with James. Word was that Carl would retire this year, but James didn't believe it. He had heard that rumour for a few years now. James believed Carl would be there until he died. And at over 65, he still had a while to go. Sam sat beside James. Sam was a nice, handsome man and just under a decade younger than James. For all the brilliant campaigns that he launched, the man seemed to live a pretty boring life. Wife, kids, no real hobbies except for keeping in shape. He always worked hard, however, and that's what mattered to Sally. James liked to think Sam stored up any abnormal thought he had and saved it for his campaigns. How else could such a vanilla guy be so creative? On Carl's other side was Rex. A strange name for a fat balding man, but everything was weird about Rex. It was part of his brilliance, though. It was Sally's keen eye that saw the potential in the greasy, ugly man, and Rex certainly provided. He was the only one to top Sam with number of successful campaigns. It really was the cream of the crop who had been invited to the meeting. Excited chatter about the fact that the president would be showing up personally soon faded as the team noticed their surroundings. The lighting was strangely dim for a meeting room and the black curtains didn't help that fact. A lack of table was certainly strange, and as the five continued to talk, James noticed music slowly start to rise. One by one the others noticed as well. None of them could find any speakers; the peaceful music seemed to be coming from the walls. "They really know how to set the mood," Sam said. "They play better stuff at my massage place," was Rex's contribution, "and at least there I get a happy ending." Carl said nothing, maintaining the sort of stoic handsomeness that only a man of his age could obtain. James glanced over at Sally to find her strangely zoned out; the woman was usually focused to a fault. But before James could say anything out of concern, the door opened. The men kept enough of their professionalism to hold back any gasps at the strange sight that greeted them. The man who walked through the door seemed to be pulled from another decade. Century, even. He wore a full Edwardian era suit complete with pinstripe pants, morning coat, walking stick, and top hat. Bimbo Stories: Helen Tracy "Lady and gentle men," the tall man started with purpose, articulating the separation of the normally compound word, "thank you so very much for giving your time to meet us here in our building. I know it is a great honor." Nobody responded, but the man did not seem offended. In fact, he continued as if he expected no response. "I am Tessa Marvel, the president and founder of Vaunt Isle Relief Systems. My name may be extraordinary, but my products aim to be quite the opposite. They are simply simple. They are effectively effective. They work to not only relieve your stress, but to make your whole life easier before you even notice." "Changing lives sounds pretty extraordinary," piped up Rex sarcastically, being the first to find his voice. James looked nervously over at Sally to gauge her reaction to Rex's out-of-line comment, but she didn't even seem to be listening. She was blankly staring forward with a stupid grin on her face. James had been surprised by many things so far, but now he felt worried. "How right you are, Rex Tanhope. And that is why you are the incredible marketer, and I am just the inventor. My products are life-changing, but your job is to make them seem easy and casual. As if our brand of stress relief is so essential that people will not know what they did without it before." Now the meeting was beginning to sound more normal to James. That was what every company wanted. This guy was just a showman who wanted to seem like one of the marketing people with his over-the-top theatrics. Sally had probably just picked up on it faster than James had. "What exactly ARE your products?" came the kind, yet booming voice of Carl. Tessa's reply was just as commanding, but much softer. "Stress balls, simply. Different shapes and sizes and materials, but stressballs nonetheless. They all act slightly differently, but customers will notice that not only will they feel better, but the world around them will change to suit their needs as well." "Hmph," replied Rex, "you may have a girls' name, but I don't think everybody will buy into that flowery idea." "Maybe not," came Tessa's calm reply, "but once again, that's your job. Thankfully, I do not need to sell my product to you. You need to sell it to other people. My dear miss Sally Rutherford has already agreed to this deal." The four men all shot their attention to the spaced-out CEO. "That's right, Tessa," the woman said. There were murmurs from the other men, but James kept quiet. Sally didn't give the impression that it was a done deal in the waiting room. And she had never kept something major like this from James before. "So why are we even here, then?" Said Rex, half to Tessa and half to Sally. It was Tessa who replied. "To give you all motivation for the campaign. You will all receive stressballs after the presentation of course, but the product will sometimes take a few days or even weeks before you see results. I wanted to give you all a demonstration of the sort of relief my system will be able to eventually provide." Tessa then flipped the top of his walking stick with his thumb. The tip flipped off on a hinge to reveal a little black button. Tessa pressed it and a door opened that none of the men knew was there before. When the door fully slid open, four young, blonde, busty teens emerged from it. The girls were different heights and had different faces, but they all shared big pouty lips, long blonde hair, thin waists, and giant breasts. All four were clad in the same t-shirt that Bree had been wearing, but these girls wore black thong panties instead of jeans. James knew this was wildly inappropriate, but he somehow was not able to stand up. The same seemed to be the case for the other men, including Sam; who to the best of James' knowledge, had always been a faithful husband. Tessa looked pleased as the four young-looking busty women stood in front of the men; one girl to each man. James looked over at Sally who continued to stare blankly forward with a grin on her face. "Do not worry, men, these girls are all eighteen. Although some only barely." The girl standing in front of Carl giggled at these words. "Remove your shirts now, ladies and get to work. Men, enjoy the relief sensations brought to you by Vaunt Isle Relief Systems." James - already sporting a chubby - grew quickly to full mast as the short beauty in front of him removed her tight pink t-shirt to reveal her massive boobs. Usually James loved seeing bra-encased breasts, but he was too busy being surprised that none of the girls had been wearing one. All the teen beauties had giant heavy tits that were also able to sit high and slutty on their chests. The girl in front of James knelt down on the hard floor without hesitation and smiled while deftly releasing his boner by unzipping his pants. "Hey cutie, I'm Jessica. Thanks for letting me suck your cock! I'm reaaallly hungry for jizz. Make sure to fill my belly up, okay?" With that, the busty teen sunk her face into James' 8 inches. James had no idea how things got so crazy so fast, but Jessica's hot mouth was not letting him do much to think twice about the situation. He was able to take one last look at the bizarre scene before closing his eyes and letting the sensations take over him. The other men seemed to be doing the same thing, so it only made sense that he should, right? And Sally didn't seem to mind. And wow this teen could sure suck dick. James had gone so long without sexual satisfaction that he was easily the first one to blow. Without a second thought, he grabbed Jessica's head and shoved it as far down on his oversized prick as he could stuff it. The bimbo moaned in surprise, but not displeasure, and the moment his thick jizz sprayed onto the back of her throat, the surprised sound turned to unbridled lust. The young busty slut grabbed the sides of James' thighs and held herself in place, seemingly sustained by the man's wild ejaculation. "SO GOOD," James found himself yelling. Jessica continued to moan in delight as jizz impossibly continued to pump down her throat. James knew he was nearing the final burst of this record breaking cum-dumping, so he pulled the topless teen's face up so that just her plump lips were sealed around his engorged head. "So that you can taste it, you dumb slut." He growled to her. James was dully aware that he usually only spoke that way after hours of build up. Talk evolving from harmless to tame to dirty to raunchy to filthy. But usually only when his partner would instigate it and never in front of his co-workers and boss! But the fact didn't faze him at the moment. He spilled his last dose of hot seed onto the young blonde's tongue and she seemed eternally grateful for it. She moaned and shook as she felt James' jizz covering her tongue and sliding down her throat and settling in her stomach all at once. She reached what was not her first and would not be her last orgasm of the day based on giving head alone. James looked very similar to Sally as he sat stupidly, staring forward and smiling. After Jessica recovered, she tenderly tucked away James' healthy package and zipped him up and walked off. He didn't even notice when she thanked him. James also didn't notice when Sam sprayed Suzy next, engaging in what Sam barely knew was one of his fantasies: pulling out of the slut's mouth at the last second and wrapping his cock in her hair, soaking it with cum. Carl was next. He took a completely hands-off approach in blasting his load into the barely-legal busty bimbo servicing him. If James had been of the mind to pay attention, he would have been surprised at how tame Rex was; simply placing a large sweaty hand on the back of the gorgeous horny slut eagerly sucking the fat man off to completion. After Trish had packed Rex's tiny dick back in his pants with a loving kiss and pranced off, Tessa Marvel pressed the button on his cane again and tapped his fingers on the side in what would have seemed like a random pattern to the casual observer (If such a thing would be possible in this scenario). The strange man waited patiently while the music subtly shifted and the five were brought back to a more alert state. "So! Are you all satisfied with the level of relief that my systems provide?" He almost yelled. There was a chorus of agreement from the top marketing team of Vaunt Ideals, including from the CEO. "Excellent!" Boomed Tessa, "Bree will give you your free stressball sample on your way out. It's not our newest model, but I'm sure you will all be very satisfied with how quickly you're able to relax nonetheless. I very much look forward to seeing the fruits of your labour!" The five all submitted their pleasantries and shook Tessa's hand as they stumbled out of the board room. As he stated, Bree was waiting for them with an armfull of packaged stressballs. There were only four, but Sally walked by first without taking one. She didn't seem to mind. Bree handed out the rest while gushing endlessly. James didn't even notice that she was no longer wearing jeans. "Ohmigod, I can smell the cum from out here!" Bree rambled, "I'm soso jealous that those girls got to suck your cocks and I didn't. I've only swallowed one load today 'cause I was stuck at that boring woring desk downstairs." James felt like he may have rolled his eyes at "boring woring" before, but he wasn't sure. He only knew that he had to make his way to the elevator and get home after a productive meeting. Bree didn't escort them back downstairs as they now knew the way. From the corner of his mind, however, James did notice one pimply-faced employee approach the dumb receptionist after she was left alone. "Hey Bree, I overheard that. That's just horrible. How about I let you suck on my dick?" "Oh really, Mike? You're so SO sweet!" James' half-closed eyes could see the stacked blonde drop unceremoniously to her knees just before the elevator doors closed. "I bet that'd feel good," he slurred to nobody in particular. "Hehehh, yeahhh," managed Rex, "I'd like to slide my cock in between her stupid pouty lips" "Or in between that fucking hot rack of hers," added Sam. The five Vaunt Ideal employees all grinned stupidly at these words and said nothing else to each other as they all made their separate ways back home. *** "Dad! I'm home!" James groaned and sat up on the couch. He grabbed the glass of water that he must have thankfully placed there before passing out. He took a sip before replying. "In here, Helen. Lying down." "Jeez, Dad, you sound like shit," said his daughter. James felt like crap, but was happy to hear his daughter's familiar tone return, even if it was just an act to make peace. "Yeah," replied James, "I got hit with something really hard. At least I didn't miss the meeting, however. It went really well." James felt confident about that, even though he strangely couldn't remember many specific details about it. "Well that's good." Said Helen before switching tones. "Hey look, Dad. You have no idea how sorry I am abo-" "Helen, please. Let's not go through it. You acted childish. We all do sometimes. I'm sure you've been beating yourself up all day about it. No need for me to add to that." James looked at his daughter's beautiful face as it melted with relief. It took all of him to not burst into tears. He wasn't going to cry over something as trivial as their fight being over. He squeezed his fist into the stressball in an effort to not well up. Wait, was he still holding on to that? Usually he tossed or gave away free samples. Maybe something as simple as a stressball could work. "I can't believe how nice you are to me, Dad," said Helen. "I haven't acted that stupid in so long. I've been mean to you so much recently and I don't even know why." James pulled his daughter into a hug which also allowed him to choke up just a little. He kept squeezing the stressball to make sure it didn't go any further. "It's fine, honey," James said, "we've had a pretty good track record. I'm just glad to get my daughter back." Helen held her father extra tightly before releasing. "I'm so glad that that was so painless!" She exclaimed. "Isn't it always with us?" James smiled. "You know it!" Helen flashed her signature beautiful smile and jumped up. "Okay, I'm off to my room. Good talk, Dad." James decided to stay silent and give her a few more seconds to say it first. Helen didn't disappoint. Right before leaving the room, she turned back. "Oh! And e-mail the cost of the damage. I'll pay for it." "Damn straight you will!" James retorted. It wasn't about the money to James, but the responsibility. "Love you, Helen." "Love you too, Daddy!" Helen shouted from the stairs to her room. Daddy? That was strange, James thought. She hadn't called him that in about a decade. Oh well, all sorts of things can happen when emotions run high. He just felt thankful to have such a great daughter. He didn't need to overthink everything like he always did. His flash illness seemed to be clearing up as well, so he cleaned up the glass and blanket from his makeshift crashpoint and moved his way to his own room. As James got undressed to just his boxerbriefs, he finally noticed that he still had the stressball in his hand. "That's odd," he said out loud. "Well, might as well put it near the door so I don't forget it tomorrow!" And that was enough logic for him. He was just about to jump into his bed when memories of the night before flooded into his head. How could he forget about the new busty Becky Hudson? Maybe it was wrong to think about his young neighbour that way, but picturing her seemed so familiar. Like she was every girl in every one of his fantasies. He remembered the young couple going at it the night before and pretended that he was the young stud Stewart. "Oh yeah," James whispered out loud, still standing up, "you like that dick, Becky?" James slid a hand down his boxers and massaged his rapidly growing cock. "I bet a dumb busty whore like you likes to feel used, huh?" James' erection was already at full length and he seemed to pay no attention to his language, although he continued to whisper extremely quietly. "Are those giant slutty boobs of yours just waiting to be wrapped around a thick cock? Huh? I bet a twenty-three old year slut like you fingers herself to thoughts of forty-year-old studs like me." James was whacking his meat at full strength now and had dropped his underwear using his free hand which now cupped his own balls. He absent-mindedly stepped toward his window. "Are you putting on a show for me, Becky? Huh? Are you getting naked for Daddy?" A number of things happened the moment James said that. First off, he threw open the curtains to his window and saw not one, but two busty sluts pressed against the window. And secondly, he reacted so strongly to his own use of the term "daddy" that he instantly reclosed his blinds and his penis grew soft in record time. "Jesus Christ, James, get a hold of yourself," he scolded out loud to himself in a whisper. "What the hell's going on these days?" He couldn't deny that he was curious to get the full scoop on the Hudson household. He had no idea who the other girl was, if one of them was even Becky, and if Stewart or any other boys had been there. It would definitely be weird if two of the sisters had decided to change themselves to look that way. The Hudson Girls never seemed like the type, and he had known them since they were born! That thought was the final nail in his libido's coffin, and he promptly made himself think of other - more boring - things and fall asleep. *** James woke up early the next day again. For some reason he had a feeling that he was supposed to have another meeting today, but his work Calendar only listed a special office day. Probably to debrief the big Vaunt Isle Relief Systems account, he figured. It sucked working all weekend, especially after re-connecting with his daughter, but it would also be nice to distract himself from all the weirdness he was experiencing at home. He showered, shaved his privates, got dressed, grabbed his stressball, and walked down to make himself breakfast. To his complete surprise, Helen was there for a second day in a row, but this time she was just finishing up a plate of bacon and eggs. James was in complete shock. "Helen. You... You never make food. Ever." Helen giggled. "...you also don't really giggle." Helen giggled again. "Oh c'mon Daddy," she said, "I still need to make it up to you for ruining your new car over something so stupid! Paying for it is just the bare minimum." "Yeah, but Helen," retorted James, "you LOVE the bare minimum." "Oh shut up, Daddy, and just enjoy the breakfast." James felt very weird about the entire thing, but he was often too skeptical. If Helen wanted to do something nice, why not enjoy it? He was sure it would taste awful, but it was the thought that coun - wait, what the hell was Helen wearing? It was nothing too shocking, but compared to Helen's usual black sweatpants and sweatshirt weekend wear, her skirt, stockings, button-up blouse and apron were completely unexpected. It was a long skirt, but James was also fairly positive it was the only skirt his daughter owned. "You didn't have to get in costume either, honey. It's very sweet, but unnecessary." Helen pouted. "You don't like it?" "Oh, no, I like it fine. It's just...unusual, that's all." What the hell was going on? James started squeezing his stressball like mad. Was Helen making fun of him? What if she had heard him last night? He froze up. James had worked his whole life to protect Helen from their sexual lives intersecting. If one dumb screw-up ruined all of that.... "Daddy? Aren't you going to eat it?" James looked down at his plate. It looked strangely delicious. "Oh yes, of course, Helen. Sorry, I'm just distracted." "C'mon Dad, you have to stop working the weekends like this!" James smiled. That sounded like his daughter. He put a large forkfull in his mouth. "Wow, Helen! This is actually delicious!" The teenaged girl giggled and clapped her hands. "Yayyy!" *** "I know we've been working all weekend, Jim, but this feels like a week off!" Sam had waltzed his way into James' office and was now talking to him in a more familiar tone than the younger man ever had before. "You know Carol, Jim?" Sam continued, "My wife, Carol? I love her, you know I love her, but things stopped being spontaneous ages ago, you know what I mean? Sexually." James obviously knew what Sam meant, but figured staying silent and nodding was the best way to both see where this was going and to get it over with. "Well this morning, you know what she did?" Sam slammed his hands on James' desk in excitement, "she gave me morning head! I haven't had morning head since college! And certainly not from Carol. I mean, the woman gives great blowjobs, don't get me wrong, but it always had to be under the right circumstances. Not this morning, nope! I woke up to her lips wrapped around me like I was the straw in her usual morning glass of orange juice!" James just stared at Sam. This was unusual conversation for work, wasn't it? James wasn't even that sure anymore. "Er, well that's great news, Sam," assured James. "Damn straight it is!" Sam shot back. James had never seen him with this much energy. James somewhere wondered if this would affect Sam's excellent campaign streak. "Did you tell Rex? I'm sure that guy loves a good blowjob story," said James. "Nah, Rex is no fun," said Sam, "I know! I'll tell Sally!" "Yeah, great idea, Sam," said James, rolling his eyes. But Sam continued out of James' office and directly into Sally's. Bimbo Stories: Helen Tracy "Oh shit, that wasn't a joke?" James hadn't seen Sally yet that day, but despite her general good humour, James didn't expect Sally to view Sam's story as business-appropriate. Nor should she. James walked briskly to the CEO's office. The offices weren't too crowded - it was a weekend after all - but he didn't want to look foolish running in that sort of environment. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to diffuse an awkward situation then stepped into the office. James certainly didn't expect what he saw. Sally was on her knees in front of Sam, bobbing her head up and down on his crotch. How the hell did that happen so fast? And when did Sally find time to get those ridiculous blond hair extensions? And was this the first time Sam had cheated? He always seemed so loyal. This seemed so contrary to everything he knew about the two people performing the act in front of him that he left before noticing Sally's new heaving chest or her muffled offer for James to stuff her sopping pussy while she sucked Sam's cock. James left the building and drove straight home. He had enough seniority now to not worry about repercussions. Plus, it was Sally and Sam who should be embarrassed! This whole weekend seemed bizarre to Sam. He crashed his stressball between his hand and steering wheel. It did seem to calm him down. Sally and Sam were both adults, he figured. It wasn't his business what they did. But still, James broke out in his mind, during an office day? And that quickly?! It was enough for James to chew on the entire drive home, relaxing slightly by the time he got home thanks to his new handy stressball. He slammed his car door and tried to ignore the markings still on his car. He and Helen may have made up, but it still wasn't easy to look at. He couldn't wait until he got it fixed. James got inside and called loudly into the house. "Home early, Helen! Sorry for not giving you warning!" James liked to keep his daughter in the loop to respect her privacy. It was small things like that that made their relationship so good most of the time. Helen squeaked from her room. "Oh! Um! Okay! Good! Daddy, can you come here?" James was pulled from his circular thoughts about Sam and Sally by Helen's strange request. "I'm surprised you can even hear me, honey, aren't you usually listening to music?" "I can't get the dumb thing to work, Daddy! Just come heerrree!" It wasn't like Helen to whine, but she HAD been acting strange all together the past while, so he jogged upstairs and prepared to knock on her door, but it was already open. His daughter lay on her bed, dressed exactly the way she was in the morning except without the apron. She was face-up and James had to swear that something looked different. "Is this what you've been doing all day, honey?" "Yeah, is that wrong or something?" "Er, no. Just weird, that's all." "Y-you, you think I'm weird?" Helen's eyes welled up and James cursed himself for wondering earlier if his day could get any more confusing. "No, baby, it's just strange for you, that's all. What's wrong?" James stayed in the doorway, but he was concerned about Helen. He squeezed furiously at his stressball. This whole weekend was stressing him out so much. Helen sniffed back her tears. "Aw! You called me baby! You never call me that, Daddy!" "Er, should I? I mean, I know some fathers do, but I thought you were the kind of girl who would find that strange." "Noooo! Daddyyy! I love it! I'm your baby girl!" "Um, alright," stammered James, "so are you okay?" "Nooo," sniffled Helen, "I've been feeling lonely, Daddy." "Ooo honey!" James automatically walked to his daughter, "are you missing your mother?" "Not really, Daddy," said Helen, snaking her way into a hug before it was even offered. James had to sit on the bed so that he wouldn't hurt his back. "Just all my friends are at the cottage and you've been working all weekend and I was a big meanie." "Oh c'mon, baby!" Said James, tentatively trying to get comfortable with the new nickname, "we never hold onto these things after we make up. Are you sure you're okay?" "Um, yeah," said Helen, still sniffling, "can we just cuddle? That'll make me feel better." "I don't know if that's the best idea, baby," said James, squeezing his stressball furiously. "Please, Daddy? I jus' wanna cuddle with you!" James suddenly seemed less opposed to the idea for some reason, but couldn't help but notice his daughter's outfit. "Well fine, but should you be wearing that?" "You want me to change?" Helen said with a little too much enthusiasm. "Nono! That's fine. I don't know what I was saying!" James' heart was beating through the roof. But why? Was his daughter acting strange? He seemed to think this was different from the way she had been her whole life. But there were a lot of strange things happening this weekend, so maybe James was the crazy one. That logic seemed to make sense to James when it never would have before. He sighed happily and squeezed his stressball lovingly. "Mmmm, this is comfy, Daddy. Thanks for cuddling." "No problem, baby," said James, warming to the new term of endearment. It was more comfortable than he expected, the cuddling. He soon relaxed, even still dressed in his full suit minus the shoes. He breathed in deeper and squeezed his stressball until he dozed off. When he woke up, it was dark out and Helen appeared to be sleeping. James' first thought was to silently leave and tuck her in, but she looked so angelic and he felt so comfortable. He decided to stay for a bit. He knew he shouldn't, but James started eyeing his young daughter. He was only human, right? She looked so much like her mother with her wild brown hair and petite frame and large plush breasts. Wait. Helen was always flat chested. James felt like he was just seeing things. He figured he had big boobs on the mind recently and decided he should stop oogling his own daughter, even if it were natural. He couldn't get big breasts out of his mind, however. Large warm mounds of flesh. Something about them he couldn't describe. The way it made a woman look, whether she liked it or not or if it was fair or not. It just made her look like she was designed for sex. Like that was all she was good for. Like the new Becky Hudson. With those pillowy lips and unbelievably big tits. Too bad they had to be fake. But they looked so real pressing against the glass that other night. Skin crashing up against the window as a cock drilled her from behind like a dirty slut... "Daddy, do you have a boner? Shit. "Um, yes, baby, but not because of this," James started, thinking his explanation was reasonable, "I was thinking about something else." "Oh," said Helen, sounding very disappointed. "Am I a bad daughter then? "Of course not!" James said, his erection disappearing. "But I thought good baby girls were supposed to give their daddies boners." James hesitated. His cock twitched. Something was very wrong about this. "Um, I don't think that's true, baby," James said, and held his daughter closer against him. His dick grew harder and even through all the layers of clothes, James could feel how firm his daughter's ass was against his cock. "Oh," is all Helen said at first. "I have a confession, Daddy." James swallowed hard, his cock swelling, "what is it, baby?" "Something else was making me sad today, Daddy." "Oh yes? What was that, baby?" "I'm really hungry, Daddy." James wrapped his toned arm all the way around his teenaged daughter's slim waist. "That's too bad, baby, did you not make yourself a big enough breakfast?" "Oh no, I did, Daddy. I wewwy did." Did she just lisp? Did she always lisp? "Then how could you be hungry, baby girl?" "I'm hungry for jizz, Daddy." James was on the edge. It was either run away, or tear his daughter's clothes off. Both seemed so wrong and so right. James felt genuinely confused about which was the right option. "Y'see, Daddy..." "Yes, baby?" "I think I'm a big cum slut, Daddy. But I only jus' found out." Although not entirely sure what caused it, James had a flash of clarity and jumped out of bed. "Well that's fine, baby, I mean Helen, I mean baby. Nothing wrong with that. Just not something I should know about. Goodnight, baby. I love you." And James kissed his daughter on the forehead and started to walk out of the room. "Shit, almost forgot my stressball!" "G'night Daddy..." Helen said extremely meekly. James tore into his room and locked the door. He didn't care about appearances, he threw open his curtains and glared down into the Hudson's kitchen while tearing off his pants. His stomach sank for a moment when he saw nothing, but was quickly uplifted by the flurry of motion coming from the master bedroom above. The Hudsons usually always had their curtains closed, but today they were wide open and James could see nothing but huge tits and fuckable asses moving around the room. He couldn't even tell how many women were there or how many cocks they were servicing or in which ways, but James didn't care. He didn't care who they were or how they got there or how they got that way. He just started attacking his own dick and yelling at the top of his lungs. "Fuck yes! You huge-titted whores! I love your giant boobs! I'm going to cum down your throats, you busty sluts!" And with that, James sprayed a frantic load all over his room and passed out on the floor. *** BUZZ It was a text. James scrambled. Luckily it was still early. He wasn't late. The text was from Sally. 'take day off 2day, jim. strange thingz....' Sally never texted like that. But everything made more sense to James now. He didn't have an explanation, but it made sense. He stood up and took up his shirt, his last remaining article of clothing, and unlocked his door. As he expected, his daughter was lying there with her new long blonde hair and torso that was too small for her button-up blouse at the bottom and was literally bursting it up top. She woke up as he looked her up and down. His new perfect slut daughter. Life would be so much easier and relaxing now. "Daddy, I heawd those things you said last night," the slutty blonde daughter said, "it made me weawize how much you wike big boobs, daddy." "Still getting used to those big cocksucking lips, eh, baby?" Asked James. He wasn't really asking and so his daughter didn't answer. "I think knowing you wiked big boobies made mine grow EXTRA big for you!" "Kneel for me, baby, and take them out. Let me see." James wanted to compare them to Jessica's perfect rack. Boobs that some men would say were too big, but "too big" was hard to reach for James. He wondered why he ever repressed that memory of Jessica. All it was was an amazing blowjob from a busty bimbo. James' daughter did as her father commanded and her tits were indeed huge. Bigger than Bree's and bigger than Jessica's. "What size are they, slut?" James knew that his daughter would know. One of the few things she would still know. "34J, Daddy. And all for you!" She giggled dimly and James smiled. "I love you, baby," he said. "Aw, I love you too, Daddy! But I really really need my breakfast now." "Yes, baby, but you need your new name first!" "Ohmigod, your sooo wiight! I'm an idiot, Daddy." "Yes you are, baby," James said endearingly. "Any ideas, Daddy? It needs to suit my bimbo brain and giant juggs!" "That's a good point, baby, so Abby or Jessica won't do. Although I was considering both." "Ow, don't use so many words, Daddy." "Sorry baby, I just need the perfect name to call my super-hot, super-stacked, super-stupid daughterslut." "You're gunna make me cum before I even taste your jizz, Daddy!" The slut giggled and her massive tits bounced obscenely, landing at the perfect compromise between firm and heavy for her slutty size although they continued to ripple no matter how still she sat. "How about Bucket, then?" Offered James "I love it, Daddy! I'm your busty daughterslut, Bucket." "Good. Now choke on my cock, you busty whore." "Mmmm," said Bucket. And gobbled it down.