I’m Not Your Wife, I’m Your Daughter pts 3 & 4 (revised)

Part 3

I had been in the shower for about 20 or 30 minutes when I felt the temperature start to cool slightly. I’d no more finished thinking I’d used up all the hot water when your voice and fingers simultaneously startle me, making me jump and gasp loudly. “I don’t think it’s healthy for the baby to be in that hot of a shower for that long.” Your fingers slither down my sides from behind me and come around to my belly. You lean down to kiss the back of my neck and your thumb traces my belly button before pressing into it gently, and your growing cock starts poking my back.

Then without warning you step away from me and push a few buttons on the control panel, shutting off the shower heads. The steam lingers, basically turning the room into a sauna. You turn me around to sit on the tiled bench that lines two of the walls, scooting my butt to the edge, and kneel on the floor between my legs. Behind my head is a square shelf built into the wall that creates a ledge that I am most thankful for in this moment. Because I can lay my head all the way back, effectively allowing myself to not look at you.

Without hesitation, you begin running your tongue up and down the folds of my labia, all the way from my clit, and for the first time, down to my asshole. And once you get down there, you all but abandon licking my pussy. “Do you like this baby?”

The question leaves me completely stunned and rage starts to build inside me. All I want to do is scream “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? NO!! I HATE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING YOU DO TO ME!!!” But the more rational side of me wins over, so I take a deep breath and as politely as I can I respond, “no, not really.” I don’t know how convincing I was, but you stop all the same, moving back to tongue fuck my belly button, as if fucking your pregnant daughter isn’t bad enough. Now we have a belly button fetish on top of it??

I push the thought from my mind as I continue to obediently let you use my body, and try to focus on something else. My mind goes to the barn, and I begin to wonder if it’s fit for any stables. I start thinking of ways to eventually convince you to buy me a horse. I let myself fantasize about actually riding away on one someday. Then I do something I haven’t done in months. I smile. Not big, mind you. I am still astutely aware of your tongue deep in my belly button, and allowing you to think that you caused me to smile is a risk I refuse to take.

But just as quickly as I got carried away with my fantasies, I was ripped back to reality when something penetrated my asshole, followed immediately by a powerful stream of lukewarm water shooting into me. I gasped, lifting my head and looking down my body. I know you sense my eyes on you and my borderline panic as I spot the waterline extending from the wall and disappearing behind my leg. I watch as my belly starts to swell before my very eyes, getting bigger and bigger, and causing discomfort.

You’ve retreated from my belly button and sit slightly back as the swelling continues. You notice the winces on my face at the discomfort. “Please…. whatever you’re doing…. please stop” I’m squirming more and more. “Here, leave your legs up here, it’ll help.” You drape my knees over your shoulders, which admittedly does help some, but I’m still wildly uncomfortable, feeling like I’m going to experience explosive diarrhea at any moment. “Relax baby. Just breathe, you’re about done.” I lay my head back for the last bit and finally, you slowly retract the valve from my ass and close it.

I slowly raise my head again and my eyes fall on my huge belly. You filled me up so much I look 9 months pregnant and you’re practically salivating. “Hold it for a bit longer baby.” You move out from underneath my legs and hold them on your hips as you line up your hard cock with my pussy.

As you slowly penetrate me, you’re caressing my huge belly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Oh my god I can’t wait” you whisper more to yourself than me. After a few more shallow and slow thrusts I finally crack. “Daddy I can’t hold it any longer!” I felt your cock twitch before you slid out of me and gently placed my feet on the floor before standing and turning toward the control panel. You turn one of the shower heads back on and the warm water cascades over my body. You face me again, seeing the agonizing look on my face, realizing I’m waiting for you to leave. “Oh, don’t wait for me baby. We have no secrets between us.”

I’ve reached my absolute limit and as much as it embarrasses me, I relax my sphincter, releasing the immense pressure on my stomach. The water jets from my hole for a solid 30 seconds, bringing with it the contents of my guts. I am beyond mortified. After about a minute, the shower shuts off and you’re once again kneeling in front of me, nozzle in your hand. I reluctantly lean back to my previous position, draping my legs over your shoulders. The metal nozzle slides back into my tight hole. “The first time was just 2 quarts, this time you’ll take 3.” I groan, “There’s no way…”

I lay my head back when I feel the water jetting into me. I’m surprised to find that the discomfort wasn’t immediate like it was last time and even more surprised when you announced the first quart and I didn’t feel much of anything. However that feeling was short lived and by the time you announced the second quart, I was squirming significantly more. But about halfway thru the third, I was at my limit. The pressure was so immense, I couldn’t find my voice, I just started shaking my head aggressively.

But you continue filling me for a few more seconds before announcing the final quart and then removing the nozzle. I once again look down at my swollen belly, astonished that it was possible to even get that big, and beg you to let me release it. This time you allow it right away and as soon as my feet hit the floor, my asshole released the torrent of water I was holding. I didn’t even wait for you to turn on the shower.

Roughly 45 seconds later, the stream slowed to a stop and I was finally empty again. I let the shower water run over my body for a few seconds before standing. “I think I’m done with the shower for the day.”

“Let’s try the last one on your hands and knees instead.” I turn to face you. Your blatant lack of acknowledgement that I even spoke was written all over your face. “Oh, you must not have heard me. I’m finished showering and will be getting out now.” I turn back toward the door.

Your tone turns cold and rigid. “I heard you just fine. And you have not been given permission to leave.” Your words pierce me like icicles. I slowly turn back around and sit back down on the bench. “Hands and knees, face away from me.” I submit to your instructions, and you waste no time plunging the nozzle back inside me, immediately releasing the water flow. “This time we are doing 4 quarts.” I simply scoff to myself and shake my head. A whole fucking gallon? He’s an idiot if he thinks I’ll be able to hold that…..

You don’t announce the quarts this time as they fill me up, but around what I’m assuming is the 3rd again, I begin to get uncomfortable. I feel my belly hanging below me getting bigger and heavier. Eventually it pulls my back into an arch and I audibly express my discomfort. I feel like it’s taking forever to fill me this time and the added weight on my spine is growing increasingly painful. “It’s too heavy! I feel like I’m going to snap in half! How is it not finished yet??”

“Oh, we passed 4 quarts a while ago sweetie. You didn’t seem phased by it at all so I kept going. You didn’t start squirming until about the 5th and now you’re sitting at 6.” You plucked the nozzle from my ass and told me you’re going to sit me on the bench and to please hold it as long as I possibly can. I was sure I was going to explode the moment I moved, but I said I’d try.

Once you got me into position, you looked at my massive tummy in awe, running your fingers over my stretched skin, and plunging your tongue in my not-so-deep-anymore belly button like it contained a life saving antidote. But the pressure of everything was too much, and all I got out was “MOVE!” before my asshole gave way, shooting a geyser directly at your abdomen. “Fuckkkkk!!! Fuck. Oh my god. I’m so fucking sorry!!!” The stream continued the whole time I was apologizing, unable to stop it. But to my shock, you didn’t seem the least bit phased.

In fact, you stopped tongue-fucking my belly button but stayed put and applied gentle pressure on my deflating belly until all of the water was out. Once I was empty, I managed to choke out another string of apologies as you got up and turned on the shower. “Baby. First of all, I knew you were clean and figured that would happen, which is why I didn’t move. Second, we’re already in the shower. So who cares. Now come give yourself a final rinse, we’re done in here.”

I rinse quickly and try to rush out of the shower before you change your mind, but before I can close the door, “Since you’re finished, you can go wait in our bed.” Our bed. Gross. That word makes me feel nauseous again. But reluctantly, I towel dry my body, brush my hair, and climb into bed to slather my raisin looking body with tons of lotion. It was about ten minutes before you walked out of the bathroom, still naked, your thick cock swinging between your legs and your towel draped over your arm.

I notice a syringe in your hand and my eyes get wide. You let out a light chuckle, “don’t worry baby girl, this is harmless. See? No, needle.” You hold it up to show me. “Rinsing ones colon like we did can disrupt the gut bacteria, so we’re going to ensure you stay healthy.” You hold up your other hand quickly waving a bottle of thick, clear liquid. “Up on all fours m’lady.” I turn before you can see me rolling my eyes and point my ass toward you.

You get behind me and lubricate my asshole with your tongue before pumping 4 syringe loads worth of whatever this goo is into my colon. And then, unbeknownst to me, you grab a second syringe that you had hidden underneath your towel. This one does have a needle, and as you’re emptying the 4th load of this goo into my rectum, the needle plunges into my butt cheek, causing me to jump. “What the fu…….” my voice trails off, and you grab me before I completely collapse.

You lay my paralyzed body flat on my stomach, clear all the stuff from the bed and then climb back on and straddle my small hips. “I’m sorry baby girl. I have a small confession to make. The only thing I pumped into your ass was plain old lube. See, with my baby growing in your womb, I figured it was best to not penetrate your cervix again until after you give birth. But I miss the feeling of burying all ten inches inside you, which is why I’m going to use your ass to solve that problem.”

If I had any control over my body I’d be screaming bloody murder right now. “And believe me, the size of my cock compared to your tiny body is not lost on me. Which is why it was necessary to subdue you, because I knew you’d never take it without a fight. It’s likely going to hurt, but I will go slow and do my best to minimize the pain as much as possible, ok baby girl?” The sheets below my face are soaked with the tears flowing freely from my eyes.

You climb off me briefly in order to place a wedge pillow underneath my hips giving you better access to my tight pink hole. You then waste no time, inserting a lubed finger entirely inside me. I’m a little surprised to find it doesn’t hurt or even feel uncomfortable really, and your next statement explaining why. “The lube I used does supposedly have some numbing properties, so just one finger probably doesn’t feel like much.” You then add a second finger. You considered a third, but decided against it, not wanting to loosen me up too much for our first time.

When you’re done with your fingers, you slather your cock in lots of lube and hover over my small, limp body. You line up the head, and slowly begin to push in. Searing pain rips thru my body and I feel as though I might pass out. The very tip of your cock head is easily twice as wide as two of your fingers and my hole simply was not prepared for this pole that’s about to impale me. I feel sweat beads forming on my back and my heart is about to pound thru my sternum as my stretched out sphincter closes over the entirety of your fat mushroom head.