Convincing Connie
by Pan



Genre: Mind Control
Status: Completed
Published: 2012-12-08 16:55:01
Updated: 2012-12-08 16:55:01
Packaged: 2020-03-03 23:11:47
Rating: Some Sex
Chapters: 1
Words: 6,356
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/72849
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/pan
Summary: An encounter at a movie theatre tells Connie that she needs to learn to be more... persuasive. Lucky for her horny father, she experiments on him with different methods of persauding people to do what she wants...





	Convincing Connie

#### Chapter 1

The second time I saw her, there had been some big changes.

I'd returned to the cinema precisely because it was so small and infrequently populated. Being able to read minds is mostly a gift, but when I want to really concentrate on a film, it's can definitely be a curse. Any time my interest wanes at all, I'll dive into the thoughts of whoever is closest, and though I've heard them all before, it's hard to go back to a flat screen when you've got the depth of a human's experience open to you.

The most obvious change was her tits. Normally I'm solely responsible for a change in someone's bust-size, but this one was a team effort - her new eating habits had been a bigger contributor than anything I'd done ... of course, I _was_ responsible for the change in her diet (and her body's strange response) so I suppose that ultimately her new and glorious boobs _were_ thanks to me.

When I'd first met Connie, she'd been thin as a rake. At a glance, I'd assumed she was barely a teenager, but a quick probe into her mind had told me that no, she was nineteen.

To my eyes, that makes her fair game.

I'd noticed but not specifically targeted her - I've mellowed over the years, and not every female who crosses my path immediately attracts my influence. I used to be a lot more active, with each and every person who caught my attention walking away different, changed, but nowadays I'm more ... selective.

It didn't take much though; she simply cut in line. Whether it was just plan rudeness, or if she'd seen me checking her out and thought I wouldn't object, I didn't know ... and though it would have been easy enough to go exploring in her mind and find out, I didn't much care.

"Excuse me," I said, watching as the girl turned to face me, a smug look on her face. "I was here first."

To my delight, she just rolled her eyes and turned back to the front of the queue.

" _Excuse me_ ," I repeated, and a slight mental nudge was all that was needed to make sure that this time, she turned and gave me the attention that I was due. "I believe you've just cut in line."

A quick scan of the small theatre we were standing in told me that the only employee was out the back, dealing with an angry customer on the phone. That would explain the long wait. The girl and I were alone, for at least the next few minutes.

I wouldn't even need that long.

Pulling a coin out of my pocket and beginning to flip it, I smiled as she watched, transfixed.

"What's your name?" I asked, and was impressed by how steadfastly she resisted answering. I leaned against the pillar and waited - with a bit of increased effort I could have had her talking straight away, but I enjoyed watching her struggle.

"Connie," she finally answered, a petulant glare on her face.

"Connie, excellent. I'm going to teach you something today, Connie, and I can assure you that it's a lesson that will sink in."

Against her will she nodded, and I smiled a cruel smile.

"You can't just push in front of people in line, girl. You have to be more persuasive than that. Now you're a pretty enough lass, I'm sure you can think of all kinds of creative ways to ... get what you want."

Connie nodded, and my words sunk into her brain. She didn't realize it yet, but the conversation we'd just had would go on to define the rest of her life. She wouldn't know why the short speech of a stranger would have such impact, but from now on whenever she had to make any choice, my advice would be the first thing she thought of.

While she adjusted to her new attitude, I delved into her young mind and made some changes. She was athletic, almost obsessively so - that explained her stick-thin appearance. I decided to leave alone, only adding an insatiable hunger; no matter how much she ate, she would forever be starving, only satisfied after consuming a greasy, fatty meal, large enough to feed a family of four.

I'm not cruel - everyone who comes into contact me ends up happier as a result - so I changed her body's physiology slightly. She wouldn't be fat for long, just enough to inject a bit of humility into her. I wondered if she'd continue her athletic activities when the pounds started stacking on.

In a perfect world, I would have played for a little longer, but at that point the sole employee finished his conversation and re-entered the room. I slipped the coin back into my pocket, and Connie blinked twice and looked around as if lost.

The teen behind the counter asked who was next, and I gestured to the slightly stunned girl standing in front of me. She nodded thanks, and stepped up to the counter.

Her stomach growled as she bought a ticket, prompting her to add: "Some popcorn as well ... with butter. Lots of butter."

* * *

I never expected to see her again. The vast majority of my encounters I don't - that's part of the joy for me, wondering what they get up to after I've left them, what changes my tinkering produces.

Not to say, of course, that I don't enjoy seeing the results of my efforts - it's a rare delight when it happens, and a broad smile crossed my face when I saw the new and improved Connie standing in front of me.

As I mentioned, her breasts had filled out nicely. It had taken a few years of experimentation to get the hang of it, learning which hormones to push where. (once I'd mastered my technique, the first thing I'd done was go back to correct my first attempts, and reward the recipients with whatever their hearts desired. As I said, I really don't think of myself as a **bad** man.)

Before I even inspected her Connie's few months, I could tell a few things: the demure way she entered told me that, as I hoped, a few months of being overweight had lowered her self-esteem significantly. She was now stunning - her face had always been pretty, and now she had an almost-perfect body to match it - but I suspected that she'd never really believe it, not as long as she continued to eat the way that she did.

Her clothes told me that she'd taken my suggestions in the sexual manner that I'd hoped she would; she was dressed to "persuade", ready to use her body to influence anyone she encountered, in exchange for whatever small favor they were willing to give.

But I didn't get the real story until I opened her mind once more, saw through her eyes how much her life had change since we'd last encountered one another...

* * *

#### Chapter 2: Convincing the Folks'

Connie had been completely unable to concentrate on the film.

Nolan was her favorite director and her grueling schedule had prevented her from going on opening night, or even attending the film with her friends, and so she'd been looking forward to seeing the team's adventures on the big screen, but now that she was here ... she just couldn't focus.

She sat in the empty theatre (I'd left, knowing that I wouldn't be able to enjoy the film, not with a newly-altered mind ticking over in front of me) and shoveled popcorn into her mouth, unable to stop thinking about the conversation she'd just had.

Persuasive. She needed to be more persuasive.

Connie couldn't explain why this resonated so perfectly with her, but the more her mind reflected on it, the more she knew that it was completely and utterly true. It was an epiphany, an undeniable fact.

Up until now, she'd assumed that people would do what she wanted because ... well, just because. If you were insistent enough, the majority of people folded, and the few who didn't weren't worth worrying about.

But now, something about that argument just didn't make sense to her. It had worked, but it was somehow flawed ... no, she knew now that she had to make people _want_ to do things. And the only way to make people want to do things was to give them something.

Connie wasn't rich - her parents both worked as personal trainers. They loved it, but it left their bodies much healthier than their bank account.

So if she couldn't reward people financially, what else was left?

The question chewed away at her mind as she watched the rest of the film, ducking out twice to visit the concession stand. Part of her wished that they had a healthier selection, but the rest of her was inexplicably craving buttery popcorn and calorie-heavy chocolate bars.

When she was halfway home she cursed, realizing that she had barely paid attention to the film. She'd have to see if she could use the car again soon - she'd been looking forward to the blockbuster for months, but her starving stomach and overwhelmed mind had been unable to let her focus.

* * *

"Mother, can I use the car tomorrow?"

Dinner had been delicious, as usual - lean chicken and a small salad, a perfect combination of leafy greens and protein. For some reason it hadn't scratched Connie's itch, however, and straight after the meal Claire had walked in to find her daughter raiding the fridge.

"In return, I'll cook ... and do the washing up tonight."

Connie's mother laughed. "Sure thing, honey - I'm staying at Marie's tonight anyway, so I'll just ride in. You'll have to check with your father as well, of course."

The young woman was beaming as she approached her father - she couldn't explain why successfully bargaining with her mother had given her the satisfaction that it did, but something about getting what she wanted (without simply demanding it) made her feel great.

"Hey Dad," she asked, a sing-song tone in her voice, "what would I have to do to use the car tomorrow?"

Her father looked up from his paper and frowned in response. As soon as his wife had left, he'd sat down to read the paper, and in her excitement Connie had forgotten how much Nick hated being interrupted when he was buried in the local news. The girl's heart sank as her father began to respond.

"Well with your mother gone, I was planning on finally getting started on that wallpapering. I'll be back and forth to the store all day ... sorry sweetie, but I think I need it."

Determined not to be defeated so quickly, Connie's mind raced. Her father didn't care much for the cleanliness of the house - that was more her mother's domain - so she knew that offering to do chores wouldn't have much of an impact. He was a more physical man - immediately, as if the idea had been lurking under the surface, Connie came up with something more physical that she could offer him.

"Please, Daddy?" Connie said, sitting on the arm of his reading chair. She causally draped one hand around his shoulder, and the other one rested upon her bare leg, hypnotically playing. "Surely there's something I can do..."

Connie's father couldn't help but stare at his daughter's hand as it began playing up and down her leg, smoothly stroking and drawing attention to her soft skin. He and Claire had been having troubles lately - thus her overnight stay at her sister's - and it had been weeks since he'd been laid.

He shook his head, and made himself remember that it was his daughter's perfect legs that he was staring at. He forced his eyes back to the paper, and responded with a curt "No."

Rather than giving up, Connie smiled. She'd seen the hesitation, noticed him staring at her legs. Though she was flat-chested, Connie's exercise regime meant that her legs and butt were always in excellent condition, and though they'd tried to hide it from her, she was more than aware of her parent's martial difficulties.

A thrill ran through her body as she realized the challenge that had just presented itself to her. So her Daddy was going to play hard-to-get ... well, she was determined to "persuade" him - using any means necessary.

"Well then," she said, hoping that her sudden change of topic wasn't too obvious, "is there something else I can ask you about?"

"What is it, hon?" Nick replied, still annoyed at his body for responding in the primal way that it had.

"It's about boys," she said simply, and tried to resist smiling as her father rolled his eyes.

"Can't you talk about this with your mother?"

Connie sighed dramatically. "Mom just doesn't _understand_. She doesn't realize that I'm not her little girl any more. I'm a woman now - I've got needs. I've got _desires_."

"Sweetie, I really don't think-..."

"It's about sex," Connie said, cutting her father off. "I just get so ... horny."

This time, Connie wasn't unable to resist a cheeky grin as she watched her father's face go through a variety of emotions. Fortunately he didn't notice her reaction, and by the time he was able to focus on his little angel's mouth once more, the grin was gone, replaced with a look of deliberate solemness.

"I know you're the same way, Daddy," Connie said, sinking from the arm of the chair onto her father's lap. "I know that you understand what I mean when I say needs, urges. I get so horny, and I know you do too. Isn't there some way we can ... help each other out?"

"No!" her father responded instinctively. "Baby girl, no..."

"Daddy," she said with a smile. "I don't mean anything wrong. I just mean, y'know ... a bit of stimulation. I've heard you jacking off, and I know that Mom hasn't been helping you. I don't want to touch you or anything, I just want to ... help you out."

Every day, billions of neurons fire through billions of brains as billions of people make billions of decisions. Every day, each person makes hundreds of decisions that will affect their life forever.

Perhaps if Nick had relieved himself the previous night, his hormones wouldn't have had such an easy job convincing him. Perhaps if Connie's butt hadn't wiggled onto a particularly sensitive spot on his cock, the potential for pleasure wouldn't have been as obvious to him as it was. Perhaps if he hadn't stopped himself from noticing that his little girl had grown up into a beautiful woman, he'd have been prepared, and everything would have gone differently.

But instead of saying no, or telling his daughter that she was being inappropriate, Nick's curiosity overcame him, and he asked a question - four fatal words - that went on to change both their lives forever.

"What kind of help?"

* * *

#### Chapter 3: Giving Daddy A Hand

Two minutes later, both Connie and her father were pantless. She had turned away (for all her faults, she was good at reading people, and had been able to tell that his daughter's eyes on his cock would have been too much for Nick to handle) and was smiling in victory as she listened to the sound of Nick's breathing and the slapping noise of skin on skin as he masturbated while staring at his daughter's perfect ass.

He was slightly stunned; it had all happened so fast. It had just been an innocent question, he'd told himself, but then clothes had started coming off ... he was so horny, and his daughter was so sexy.

Nick told himself that it wasn't his fault, but as he stroked his erection, every fibre of his being was aware that the cute butt he was jerking off to belonged to his teenage daughter.

He wished that hadn't turned him on even more, but it had.

Just as he was about to cum, that's when she'd asked. He'd told her that yes, damn it, she could borrow the car, and in return she'd opened her legs, given her father just a glimpse of her sexy little pussy.

Afterward, he'd been overcome with guilt, but when she'd asked for the keys the next morning, he'd given them to her without a word.

Perhaps it was a result of her years of manipulating people, but Connie's sense of exactly how far to push people was flawless, and she waited a few days before trying anything else. This time it was while her mother was at work, and the thrill of knowing that she could come home any time spurred both of them on. She'd walked into his bedroom without any pants on, and let her Daddy stare at her pussy while he came. This time, she'd asked permission to have her friends over on Superbowl Sunday - usually a day reserved just for family - but her timing meant that her father would have said yes to almost anything she could ask for.

That Sunday, she'd carefully chosen three of her most attractive friends, and after seeing the four of them hanging around the house barely dressed all day, it had been easy for Connie to approach her father again after they left.

This time, the show had included playing with herself as he watched, and all she'd asked for was permission to break another house rule, and keep some chocolate bars in the pantry.

It escalated slowly over the next few weeks - her first time nude in front of him, it was in return for use of his credit card to buy something online. A few days later, he learned that she'd ordered a sex toy, and watching her use that in front of him only cost Nick use of the car once more.

The next line wasn't crossed for some time. Connie had been giving her father shows in exchange for simple favors for a month. She was sitting in front of her father, pinching her nipples and slowly easing a vibrator into her ass as he slowly played with herself when the thought struck her.

"I'll finish you off," she said, watching her father's eyes as they stared, transfixed, at her nipple "if you let Mom choose the next vacation."

Normally Connie asked in the heat of the moment, just before the point of no return. It made it easier for Nick to justify it to himself later - sure, he'd said yes, but everyone knew that men would say yes to anything if they were about to cum.

This time, however, he was faced with a very real choice.

On one hand, he'd told himself that the line he'd never cross was exactly that, being touched by or touching his daughter. On the other hand, ever since that first time he'd been entranced by the taboo nature of what they were doing - the thought of his daughter's hand replacing his own had been in his mind many times as he came, whether in front of her and alone in his bed at night.

He didn't care where they went over Easter - he didn't even know why he and his wife had spent so much time arguing over it. But he knew that if he said yes, as well as his fantasies coming true, they'd be starting down a long road ... and he wasn't sure where that road was going to end up.

There was a long pause as Nick and his daughter sat, staring at each other, their hands on their genitals, exposed to each other in the middle of the living-room, in the middle of the day. Finally, Connie's father replied with a single hoarse word:

"Okay."

Despite his assertion that he should come on his own stomach (as Connie was now used to seeing him do), she aimed at her own face as he began to spurt his thick seed, less than a minute after she started pumping. Through the goo, Connie smiled, a beautiful contrast between her young, innocent expression ... and the cum that coated her face.

Though she would never have admitted it to herself, Connie had run out of favors to ask her father some time ago. Ever since her father had started seeing her in a sexual light, he'd felt so guilty about what they were doing that he gave her anything he wanted, almost before she asked. Connie would never confess to being turned on by what she was doing with her father, but on some level she knew that she loved being wanted by him as much as he enjoyed watching her.

After she'd asked him if she could use his favorite pen, in return for letting him watch her double-penetrate herself, Connie had been forced to face up to the fact that there was nothing more she wanted from him. And so the bright idea had come into her head of using Nick's desire for her to save her parents' marriage.

Watching his daughter's grinning face, as his cum dripped onto the carpet, Nick wondered if he should feel worse than he did. For the first time, he'd just technically cheated on his wife - with their own daughter, at that. Instead of guilt, however, all he could feel was an erotic charge from the taboo situation.

From then, it was part of their daily routine. Connie would jack her father off each night, in return for Nick doing small favors for his wife - flowers, a romantic date, apologizing to her for comments about her mother-in-law. He told himself that it would never go past hands, and she told herself that she was just doing it for her parent's marriage.

Claire and Nick had truly been in love once, and Nick's small efforts were quickly matched by his wife. Soon, their marriage was better than it had been in years - and, despite Nick's daily encounters with his daughter, so was their sex life.

All the time that she'd been fooling around with her father, Connie had been "persuading" everyone else that she could - it had started by offering to flash passing boys for directions, or let them make out with her in exchange for a bite of their chocolate-bar, but as things had escalated with her father, she'd found herself giving more and more to strangers as well: a head-job for helping her carry some books, or a quick fuck in a back room in return for letting her borrow their paper.

She'd also found herself eating more and more. At first, she was doing extra hours at the gym to burn it off, going to sports practice early and doing laps, and making sure never to go _too_ far - she'd have McDonalds for lunch, but she wouldn't _supersize_ it.

But as her parents' marriage improved, they wanted to spend more and more time together as a family. And though her extra gym time diminished, her eating habits didn't.

At first, her parents didn't say anything. Connie had always been such an active girl and never had any problems with staying fit, so they'd never been in a situation like this: they had no idea how to bring it up, or even whether it was their place.

And even though a regular sex life with his wife had returned, Nick's relationship with his daughter was the most erotic thing that he'd ever experienced. He was starting to feel more and more guilty about his daughter jerking him off daily, almost certain that their incestual encounters were somehow linked to Connie's weight gain, but he didn't know how to stop what was happening ... or if he wanted to.

Finally, when Connie asked her mother if they could go shopping for new clothes (in return for mowing the lawn and vacuuming the house), admitting that none of her old clothes would fit any more, Claire knew it had gone too far.

"Nick," she said, the next time she was alone with her husband. "You've got to talk to her."

"Connie?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Yes, Connie. Don't pretend you haven't noticed - we've spent our entire lives helping fat people get into shape. We just ... we just have to step up, and do the same for our daughter."

"Mmm," Nick finally said, after a long pause. "But don't you think it would be better if you spoke to her? It sounds like a woman thing..."

"Come on, honey. Don't think I haven't noticed how close you two have become lately. Next time you're alone, just ... bring it up, okay?"

* * *

#### Chapter 4: Fat Chicks Give Great Head

"You think I'm fat?"

"No, honey..." Nick replied, and reached out to pat her on the head. "Your mother and I just..."

"Mom too?" Connie asked softly, and at the sound of overwhelming sadness in her voce, Nick found himself unable to speak. The two sat there in silence for a few minutes, Connie's mind whirring as Nick felt guilty and tried to work out what to do next.

As it had done every day since the encounter in the movie theatre, Connie's first move was to try to persaude her father to give her what she wanted. But to follow that plan of action, she first had to work out what it was, exactly, that she wanted.

She wanted to be thin, she knew that. But the hunger had reached its peak: it was now her constant companion, and since she never allowed herself to eat quite as much as she wanted, Connie hadn't felt sated in months. She wanted to be thin, she wanted to feel healthy ... but like any teenager, she wanted more than anything to avoid talking about it with her parents.

Connie's head turned to face her father, smiling and seductive. Her fingers ran up and down the curves that she'd recently acquired, and though drawing her father's attention to her leg didn't have quite the same visual effect as it had when Connie had first tried it so many weeks ago, it still worked. Nick felt his cock hardening, and wondered what she his daughter was up to.

"Tell me I'm beautiful, Daddy..." she said, and he stumbled over his own words to assure her that yes, no matter what, she'd always be his beautiful little angel.

"Tell me I'm sexy, Daddy..." she said, and uncomfortable though it made him feel, he could tell that his little girl needed this, and assured her that he found her incredibly arousing.

"Promise not to mention my weight ever again, " she said, moving her hand from her own leg to his, and slowly licking her lips " ... and I'll give you what I know you've been dreaming of."

To avoid ambiguity, Connie fished out her father's cock with an experienced hand, and held his head to her lips. The anticipation sent chills up his spine; he could feel her breath on his hardness, and gulped as he considered his options.

She was naked and on all fours in front of him, and as his eyes travelled up and down her body, her breathing quickened. _She wasn't **fat**_ , he told himself. _She'd put on some curves, but she'd been so thin before ... perhaps this was a good thing. His wife was used to athletes, people without anything on their bones but muscle. No, his daughter wasn't **overweight** , and going on about it would be nothing but harmful... _

Two things changed from that day: Nick's daily hand-jobs became daily blow-jobs, and Connie stopped holding back. If she was hungry, she ate, and that meant it was suddenly extremely rare to see her without food in her hand.

As Nick pushed open the door to his daughter's room, just over three weeks later, he tried to ignore the size of the girl in front of him. He'd promised that he'd never mention it - and when her lips were wrapped around his cock and his eyes were closed, it wasn't hard to pretend that she was still his skinny little Connie.

Nick had no way of knowing he wasn't Connie's only sexual partner - whenever she could, she still tried to get favors from strangers in return for sex, but as her weight had increased, her success-rate had dramatically dropped.

It had been so easy, she reflected, when she was thin, and as her first curves had started to appear it had actually become easier. Now, however ... while her face was as pretty as it had ever been, Connie had slowly been learning that everything becomes harder as you stack on weight - even offering sex to strangers.

And so where in the past she'd just had to show up, now she had to work to get her (increasingly rare) random encounters off. And as the sex had become rarer, she'd craved it more. She'd become desperate, approaching up to a dozen men in a day, offering to suck their dick, let them take her from behind, fuck her without a condom ... whatever they wanted, and all she wanted was for them to check if there was anything on her teeth, or tell her what the time was.

Coming home from a day of begging strangers for sex and being rejected, Nick's cock had been all that kept her going. She would attack it with the ferocity she normally only reserved for a bowl of pasta - slurping it down, occasionally drooling in an attempt to lubricate it as much as possible, while her increasingly sausagey hands massaging his balls.

On the day that five men rejected her in a row, Connie had begun playing with herself as she blew her father. Her dalliances with her father had always been the most intense sexual experiences of her day, and they were quickly turning into her only sexual outlet. Sometimes, when they were done, she'd go to wash her hands and get distracted by the fridge, leaving her fingers coated in her own pussy-juices.

Nick was worried that his wife would notice something was amiss, but as Connie had put on weight she hadn't thought to change her bathing habits, and so her mother hadn't been able to notice the difference between the obese girl's normal scent, and the subtly different smell of pussy that sometimes lingered around her.

If nothing else, the weight gain had provided Nick with a handy excuse - he told Claire that he was counselling his daughter, helping her overcome her newfound food addiction, and that it was vitally important that they not be interrupted. If he'd locked himself in a room with Connie when she was thin and he was having marital problems, she may have been suspicious, but now that his marriage was no longer in jeopardy and his daughter was approaching the size of a small whale, she didn't blink an eye.

They were able to throw caution to the wind, and sometimes Nick would even blow in his daughter's mouth while his wife was home.

It wasn't until Nick came into his daughter's room for his nightly head and found her eating out of two KFC buckets at once that he realized that it had gone too far ... and that he had no one else to blame but himself.

"Honey," he said, sitting down next to her as she tried to move the chicken away without getting up. "I know we promised we'd never talk about this, but..."

"Daddy, no..." Connie replied desperately. Her body may have grown, she may have quadrupled her number of chins, but Nick's daughter still had the same beautiful face that she'd always had. She reached out and tried to grab his cock, but when she felt that for the first time since they'd started their sexual relationship, it was flaccid, she slumped in defeat.

There was a long pause, and Connie started began sobbing. Nick let her release her pain and frustration for a few minutes, but when it started to show no signs of stopping, he reached out and rested his hand on her back.

"Con?"

With a bit of effort, she lifted her head up. Her red eyes made his heart melt, but he was resolute. This was what he did - he helped people get better bodies.

"I know, Daddy," she finally said after they'd stared into each others' eyes for more than a minute. "I ... I need help."

"That's my baby girl. I think that... -"

"I'll let you help," Connie said, cutting him off. "On one condition."

"What's that, honey?"

"I'll start going to the gym with you, get back into a routine..."

"Mmm?"

" ... if you promise to knock me up."

* * *

#### Chapter 5: Trading one belly for another

Connie had no way of knowing that within a few weeks, her weight would have started dropping off anyway. I'm not a cruel man - two months is enough time to learn a bit of humility. Even if she'd done nothing but eat and lay on her bed, she would soon have found herself less hungry, able to be satisfied with meals half the size. She'd still eat more than she used to, but I'd ensure that the weight would be going mostly to her boobs. I like my women top-heavy, what can I say?

The gym helped, of course. No matter how many hormones you mess with, you can't build muscles - the only way to do that is to work out. But even if she'd known, I don't think it would have stopped her from making the offer.

Nick hadn't realized that Connie had fallen head-over-heels for him. The only sexual presence in her life as her self-esteem had plummeted, not to mention the kindness he'd always shown to her. I'll tell you now, I didn't have anything to do with the pregnancy thing - that was all her.

And so she'd decided that the only way to make sure that Nick was there for her, then and forever, was if he knocked her up.

Both Connie and Nick had been imagining fucking each other since he'd first jerked off while staring at her ass. Admittedly, the desire had dropped significantly for Nick as Connie's weight had increased, but it suddenly skyrocketed once more. He'd always wanted children, and Claire's inability to conceive had crushed both of them.

His strong pregnancy fetish didn't hurt, either.

Of all the twisted decisions Nick had made since it had all started, this should have been one of the hardest, but he agreed without hesitation, without even a second's thought. He most likely justified it by telling himself that it was in her best interest, but whatever the motivation, it was only a few minutes later that Nick was cumming inside his not-so-little girl's cunt.

Before meeting his wife, Nick had been involved with a few other women, but they'd all similarly been thin, with tight bodies: it was just the kind of circles he ran in, and the kind of girl he was attracted to. And so before now, he'd never fucked anyone even nearly as large as his daughter.

But flesh is flesh, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it. Imagining that her size was due to pregnancy instead of bad diet helped, and Claire joined her father's cry of ecstacy as he filled her with his seed.

After he was done, he pulled out, cleaned himself off, and insisted that she accompany him to the gym.

It became their new routine. He'd go in, fuck her, and they'd work out together for an hour or two. They built up a sweat twice a night, and to the relief of Connie's parents, the results began to show amazingly quickly. As Connie's weight dropped off, Nick found himself more and more attracted to her, and soon they stopped limiting their activities to once a night. Any time Connie's mother left the room, they'd be all over each other - Connie's already-high sex-drive increased as she got back into shape, and even as the risk of being caught increased, so did the frequency of their sexual escapades.

Nick was able to show Connie positions that she'd never dreamed of, and in turn, she passed them onto the strangers she seduced. She continued to eat like crap, and though her new body was smoking hot, Connie still had that slight air of desperation when she approached men on the street.

But what comes across as crazy in a fat chick is sexy when it's coming from the right kind of girl, and as well as hooking up with her own father several times a day, Connie soon found herself the attention of more strange men than she could deal with. She made sure to wear condoms with the strangers, of course - when she got knocked up, she wanted to be sure it would be Nick's.

And so when she wanted a quieter night, she'd return to the cinema where we first met, just to prevent herself from offering a threesome to anyone who'd pick up a coin for her. I don't know if she recognized me, but her eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Excuse me, sir" she said, that arrogant tone gone, replaced with a submissiveness that I found unbelievably sexy. "Can I go in front of you in line?"

The pregnancy tests had yet to show a positive, but Connie and Nick were both confident that it would - if only due to the sheer quantity of cum that he was filling her with on a daily basis.

I smiled and took a coin out of my pocket as she continued.

"I'll make it worth your while..."


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