Father’s Toy
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
tpdbeech
Trevor tossed and turned the inched-sized doll in his fingertips. It’s detail was immaculate with its proportions looking like an exact replica of... “It’s my daughter... Sara? What the hell?” Trevor Curiously uttered. He brings the figure closer to his face in between his thumb and forefinger.
It takes a moment to adjust to the tiny flailing figure but eventually his curiosity is satisfied. The shock of brown hair and youthful appearance is unmistakably Sara...
Caught in her father’s vice-like grip Sara struggles to stay calm as she is brought closer and closer to her father’s mouth. It opens and closes with his breathing letting out its warm and stale casing her to flail wildly. “D,Dad! You’ve got to help me!” Sara screams towards her father. “I... got shrunk or something, can you take me to the hospital please?!” She had tears in her eyes as she finally felt the vulnerability.
Trevor gazes down at his helpless daughter. Seeing her in this state seems to change something in him. His lips twist into a smile as he begins to caress Sara with the tip of his thumb. Roughly gliding it over her soft but developing breasts.
Sara flops back in Trevor’s grip. In short, husky breaths she moans. She hasn’t felt anything like this before. The thumb seems to finish its fun as it lowers down to her polka dot panties. He nuzzles the tip into the fabric penetrating her. From above, Trevor can see that this is working as Sara grips his fingers and heaves. He licks his lips.
“Dad! Wh, what are you doing! S,s, stop touching me there!” A shuddered moan escapes her, “This is so naughty! You better help me or I’ll!”
Trevor releases his grip. Suddenly stopping the pleasure. His face twists into a scowl as he tightens his grip. “You’ll do what?” Trevor pauses, his eyes glare at Sara. “Tell your mother? Sisters even? Are you forgetting that you’re literally an inch tall? I am your only chance to be helped, so you’re not crushed under a shoe, or eaten in some cereal or something!”
Trevor wanders across to the floor to find Sara’s discarded clothing. Something seems to click behind his eyes. He grips the bundle of clothes tightly. “You always were a messy bitch. Constantly disobeying me.” His grip seems to tighten with every breath he takes. Sara struggles to stay conscious.
“Perhaps your predicament should be considered a punishment from some ‘higher power’ and as your father. I have the right to carry out that punishment as I chose.” Trevor looks upon his daughter, now just a bug to him and smirks. This will be a fun day indeed. His raises his hand to his face, allowing himself to her the anguish cries of Sara.
“Daddy please! Don’t hurt me! I’ve been a good girl! Please! I’m sorry! Help me!”
Trevor chuckles. He looks around the room absently looking for anyone that could interrupt his fun.
“Oh I’ll help you sweetheart. But you need to help daddy. I’ve got to put you somewhere safe so your mother or sisters cannot find you.”
Where does Trevor hide her?
It takes a moment to adjust to the tiny flailing figure but eventually his curiosity is satisfied. The shock of brown hair and youthful appearance is unmistakably Sara...
Caught in her father’s vice-like grip Sara struggles to stay calm as she is brought closer and closer to her father’s mouth. It opens and closes with his breathing letting out its warm and stale casing her to flail wildly. “D,Dad! You’ve got to help me!” Sara screams towards her father. “I... got shrunk or something, can you take me to the hospital please?!” She had tears in her eyes as she finally felt the vulnerability.
Trevor gazes down at his helpless daughter. Seeing her in this state seems to change something in him. His lips twist into a smile as he begins to caress Sara with the tip of his thumb. Roughly gliding it over her soft but developing breasts.
Sara flops back in Trevor’s grip. In short, husky breaths she moans. She hasn’t felt anything like this before. The thumb seems to finish its fun as it lowers down to her polka dot panties. He nuzzles the tip into the fabric penetrating her. From above, Trevor can see that this is working as Sara grips his fingers and heaves. He licks his lips.
“Dad! Wh, what are you doing! S,s, stop touching me there!” A shuddered moan escapes her, “This is so naughty! You better help me or I’ll!”
Trevor releases his grip. Suddenly stopping the pleasure. His face twists into a scowl as he tightens his grip. “You’ll do what?” Trevor pauses, his eyes glare at Sara. “Tell your mother? Sisters even? Are you forgetting that you’re literally an inch tall? I am your only chance to be helped, so you’re not crushed under a shoe, or eaten in some cereal or something!”
Trevor wanders across to the floor to find Sara’s discarded clothing. Something seems to click behind his eyes. He grips the bundle of clothes tightly. “You always were a messy bitch. Constantly disobeying me.” His grip seems to tighten with every breath he takes. Sara struggles to stay conscious.
“Perhaps your predicament should be considered a punishment from some ‘higher power’ and as your father. I have the right to carry out that punishment as I chose.” Trevor looks upon his daughter, now just a bug to him and smirks. This will be a fun day indeed. His raises his hand to his face, allowing himself to her the anguish cries of Sara.
“Daddy please! Don’t hurt me! I’ve been a good girl! Please! I’m sorry! Help me!”
Trevor chuckles. He looks around the room absently looking for anyone that could interrupt his fun.
“Oh I’ll help you sweetheart. But you need to help daddy. I’ve got to put you somewhere safe so your mother or sisters cannot find you.”
Where does Trevor hide her?
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