Daddy/Daughter Talk
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You can only watch as Jenny picks up her tiny brother and lifts him to her face. Jet doesn't fight back as his sister licks her lips at the sight of him. She giggles as she holds him tightly in her chubby hand, eager to have him back in her belly. “Time for dolly Jetty to go to my tummy.” Tilting her head back, she lifted Jet above her and opened wide. The boy squirmed a little as he dangled over her maw, but didn't say anything, accepting that he was his sister's food. You scream for her to stop, but its too late, Jenny lets go of her brother and he plummets into her open mouth. As you watch Jet get eaten once again, you fail to notice Mandy grabbing you off the floor. Captured by the little girl, you squirm and shout at the two smiling children.
“Put me down right now and Jenny, spit your brother out!”
“Sorry daddy-dolly,” Jenny says and then swallows. You watch a small lump travel down your daughter's throat and hear her sign. “Jet's in my belly right now.”
“Jenny I'm very upset at you right now,” you growl, trying not to scream at your troublemaking little daughter. You're sick and tired of these games. You've tried to be understanding and explain to your daughter why she shouldn't eat her family, but she just wasn't listening. She lacked any respect for you and honestly you can't really blame her for that. Your wife was the voice of authority in the house, you were the fun dad that played with the kids and let them get away with anything. Well things were going to change, you were putting your tiny foot down.
“Jenny! I demand that you get Mandy's mother right now! You're in big trouble little lady!” You sternly tell her, glaring at her from Mandy's hand. The girls just look at you in silence for a second and then burst into giggles. Mandy brings you close to her face and rubs your head against her cheek affectionately.
“You're daddy-dolly is so adorable. I wish my daddy was small too,” Mandy lovingly said as she kept nuzzling you against your cheek. Humiliated, you stew in your anger until Mandy pulls you from her cheeks and opens her mouth wide. Your forced back into her mouth head first, your face gliding along her tongue. She sucks and licks on your head, making soft moaning sounds, as she tastes you. She pops you out of her mouth, saliva coating your entire skull. Gagging on her drool, Mandy just sighs. “He's so tasty, I wish I could eat him.”
“Sorry Mandy, but your mom said that eating a dolly is special. You should only eat one if they love you and you love them. You know how much I love my daddy-dolly so only I can eat him,” Jenny rationalized, using Joyce's logic against you.
Hearing your daughter say she loves you is a little heartwarming, but any fatherly love you feel is doused by your daughter using it for a reason to eat you. Mandy hands you over while pouting, rubbing her stomach at the loss of her new favorite snack. Back in Jenny's hands you stare up at her as she eyes you with hunger. Jet filled her up a little bit, but she needed you inside her to get really full. Smacking her lips, she opens wide, but you still try to stop.
“No Jenny! You can't do this!”
She actually stops and looks at your curiously, not sure why you don't want to be eaten. “Why don't you want to be eaten daddy-dolly? Do you want to go in my panties instead?”
“No! God no!” You shudder, not even wanting to think about that fate. You try a different approach, if Jenny is willing to listen to adults that aren't snack size; you just have to use their words to convince her not to eat you. You explain one last time, trying to keep it as simple as possible so she'll understand. “You didn't understand what Mandy's mother said. When she said only people that love each other could eat one another, she didn't mean the love between a father and daughter or a brother and sister. You should only eat someone if they are your boyfriend. Don't eat daddy-dollies or brother-dollies.”
“That seems dumb,” Jenny huffed and looked at Mandy who looked equally bewildered. It seems that Jenny is finally listening as she begins to lower you down, but then pauses and carries you back up to her face. The big, sweet grin on her face makes you regret opening your mouth. “That's not a problem. Daddy-dolly, you and Jet are now my boyfriends, problem solved.”
“Problem not solved!” You scream, but know it's pointless. Every argument you've made has been disregarded or twisted around on by Jenny's innocent mind. Holding you tightly, she brings you to her mouth and you squirm desperately. You might be in just as much trouble as before, but you'd be damned if you didn't fight back. As Jenny's warm breath blows on your wet face, you can only shout out one thing. “You are in so much trouble when I talk to your mother!”
“Put me down right now and Jenny, spit your brother out!”
“Sorry daddy-dolly,” Jenny says and then swallows. You watch a small lump travel down your daughter's throat and hear her sign. “Jet's in my belly right now.”
“Jenny I'm very upset at you right now,” you growl, trying not to scream at your troublemaking little daughter. You're sick and tired of these games. You've tried to be understanding and explain to your daughter why she shouldn't eat her family, but she just wasn't listening. She lacked any respect for you and honestly you can't really blame her for that. Your wife was the voice of authority in the house, you were the fun dad that played with the kids and let them get away with anything. Well things were going to change, you were putting your tiny foot down.
“Jenny! I demand that you get Mandy's mother right now! You're in big trouble little lady!” You sternly tell her, glaring at her from Mandy's hand. The girls just look at you in silence for a second and then burst into giggles. Mandy brings you close to her face and rubs your head against her cheek affectionately.
“You're daddy-dolly is so adorable. I wish my daddy was small too,” Mandy lovingly said as she kept nuzzling you against your cheek. Humiliated, you stew in your anger until Mandy pulls you from her cheeks and opens her mouth wide. Your forced back into her mouth head first, your face gliding along her tongue. She sucks and licks on your head, making soft moaning sounds, as she tastes you. She pops you out of her mouth, saliva coating your entire skull. Gagging on her drool, Mandy just sighs. “He's so tasty, I wish I could eat him.”
“Sorry Mandy, but your mom said that eating a dolly is special. You should only eat one if they love you and you love them. You know how much I love my daddy-dolly so only I can eat him,” Jenny rationalized, using Joyce's logic against you.
Hearing your daughter say she loves you is a little heartwarming, but any fatherly love you feel is doused by your daughter using it for a reason to eat you. Mandy hands you over while pouting, rubbing her stomach at the loss of her new favorite snack. Back in Jenny's hands you stare up at her as she eyes you with hunger. Jet filled her up a little bit, but she needed you inside her to get really full. Smacking her lips, she opens wide, but you still try to stop.
“No Jenny! You can't do this!”
She actually stops and looks at your curiously, not sure why you don't want to be eaten. “Why don't you want to be eaten daddy-dolly? Do you want to go in my panties instead?”
“No! God no!” You shudder, not even wanting to think about that fate. You try a different approach, if Jenny is willing to listen to adults that aren't snack size; you just have to use their words to convince her not to eat you. You explain one last time, trying to keep it as simple as possible so she'll understand. “You didn't understand what Mandy's mother said. When she said only people that love each other could eat one another, she didn't mean the love between a father and daughter or a brother and sister. You should only eat someone if they are your boyfriend. Don't eat daddy-dollies or brother-dollies.”
“That seems dumb,” Jenny huffed and looked at Mandy who looked equally bewildered. It seems that Jenny is finally listening as she begins to lower you down, but then pauses and carries you back up to her face. The big, sweet grin on her face makes you regret opening your mouth. “That's not a problem. Daddy-dolly, you and Jet are now my boyfriends, problem solved.”
“Problem not solved!” You scream, but know it's pointless. Every argument you've made has been disregarded or twisted around on by Jenny's innocent mind. Holding you tightly, she brings you to her mouth and you squirm desperately. You might be in just as much trouble as before, but you'd be damned if you didn't fight back. As Jenny's warm breath blows on your wet face, you can only shout out one thing. “You are in so much trouble when I talk to your mother!”
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