She's not wrong... sort of
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 7
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"Honey, you don't eat people or stuff them up your butt without their okay!" Like her husband, Angela was trying to discourage her from playing with you and Jet like that, but she has been letting her get away with it more and more recently.
"I'm sorry Mommy, but Daddy-Dolly said I could eat him." Jenny replied.
"What!? Wait, Jenny! If you say it like that-" Recalling a conversation you had with your wife a few nights ago, while you wanted to reject her proposition outright, you told her you'd get back to her on it and never did.
"Oh, really!? Then I have some good news for you, sweetie." Kneeling down she placed a hand on you young daughter's shoulder. "But first we have to get Jet out of your tummy. He's still in there, right?"
Poking her belly, Jenny beamed a smile up to her mother. "Yup, I think he got stuck."
"Good, then come with me." Taking Jenny into the kitchen, she was able to retrieve your son with a bit of string and a piece of candy. He was tired and passed out in her hand, but safe. Tucking Jet into her bra after cleaning him up, Angela smiled to Jenny. "Now, you can't keep doing these things to Jet, sweetie. He's still young and doesn't understand that you are just playing with him, okay?"
Pouting, but also understanding what your wife meant, kind of, Jenny nodded and stared at the floor. "Yes, Mommy..."
Hugging her daughter, your wife tilts her head up and smiles at her. "Good girl. Now, ready for the good news?"
Brightening up a bit, Jenny nodded eagerly. "Yeah! What is it? Do I get ice-cream?"
"Nope, supper is almost ready. Besides, this is better."
Her eyes practically aglow with excitement, Jenny was even more eager now. What could be better than ice-cream?
"I talked it over with your father the other day and we've decided that he's going to take some time off of work and become your personal, exclusive dolly. You can do anything you want to him, whenever you want." She had hoped that giving your curious daughter unrestricted access to you, she'd leave Jet alone and would get bored eventually. Then everything could start to go back to normal with you as Jenny's father, rather than a toy.
Jenny was practically over the moon hearing this. Jumping up and down, spinning in circles and hugging and kissing her mother. "Wow! Really? Daddy-dolly's all mine now? Forever and ever?"
Giggling at the childish innocence, Angela nodded. "Yup, until you don't want to anymore, you don't have to ask for permission to play with him." Given Jenny's attention span, she figured she'd have you back in about a week or two, a month tops.
Whether that was true or not, you didn't want to be at your daughter's mercy for any amount of time, but any protest you had was lost to the sounds of your daughter's bodily noises and celebrating.
Running up to her room, Jenny wanted couldn't wait to write in her crayon diary about the great news. Nothing more exciting could have happened for the rest of the day.
"I'm sorry Mommy, but Daddy-Dolly said I could eat him." Jenny replied.
"What!? Wait, Jenny! If you say it like that-" Recalling a conversation you had with your wife a few nights ago, while you wanted to reject her proposition outright, you told her you'd get back to her on it and never did.
"Oh, really!? Then I have some good news for you, sweetie." Kneeling down she placed a hand on you young daughter's shoulder. "But first we have to get Jet out of your tummy. He's still in there, right?"
Poking her belly, Jenny beamed a smile up to her mother. "Yup, I think he got stuck."
"Good, then come with me." Taking Jenny into the kitchen, she was able to retrieve your son with a bit of string and a piece of candy. He was tired and passed out in her hand, but safe. Tucking Jet into her bra after cleaning him up, Angela smiled to Jenny. "Now, you can't keep doing these things to Jet, sweetie. He's still young and doesn't understand that you are just playing with him, okay?"
Pouting, but also understanding what your wife meant, kind of, Jenny nodded and stared at the floor. "Yes, Mommy..."
Hugging her daughter, your wife tilts her head up and smiles at her. "Good girl. Now, ready for the good news?"
Brightening up a bit, Jenny nodded eagerly. "Yeah! What is it? Do I get ice-cream?"
"Nope, supper is almost ready. Besides, this is better."
Her eyes practically aglow with excitement, Jenny was even more eager now. What could be better than ice-cream?
"I talked it over with your father the other day and we've decided that he's going to take some time off of work and become your personal, exclusive dolly. You can do anything you want to him, whenever you want." She had hoped that giving your curious daughter unrestricted access to you, she'd leave Jet alone and would get bored eventually. Then everything could start to go back to normal with you as Jenny's father, rather than a toy.
Jenny was practically over the moon hearing this. Jumping up and down, spinning in circles and hugging and kissing her mother. "Wow! Really? Daddy-dolly's all mine now? Forever and ever?"
Giggling at the childish innocence, Angela nodded. "Yup, until you don't want to anymore, you don't have to ask for permission to play with him." Given Jenny's attention span, she figured she'd have you back in about a week or two, a month tops.
Whether that was true or not, you didn't want to be at your daughter's mercy for any amount of time, but any protest you had was lost to the sounds of your daughter's bodily noises and celebrating.
Running up to her room, Jenny wanted couldn't wait to write in her crayon diary about the great news. Nothing more exciting could have happened for the rest of the day.
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