The girls woke up feeling terrible, they’d stayed up all night by the light of plucked wing fireflies, picking the next bright little light to pluck the wings off. A young man who they thought they could have fun ruining. As always the intended to follow the plan, despite being born a year apart the girls looked nearly identical. Connie and Karen Lankashire were trouble from the day they were born. Early on in life they’d developed a fascination with they’re father.
He was utterly oblivious to this as he was to everything in his purview, once he had something he ceased paying attention to it. The girls soon found their way to bring his voice back into their lives.
The answer they discovered was to slip their reins. Once Daddy felt they were out of his control he’d struggle and plead and even better, fight his way back into control of their lives.
All they had ever wanted was to be kept, pampered, spoiled animals. The missing, misplaced affections they had soon became a maniacal, deadly glee at the pain of others to soothe their own pain at their father’s neglect of their warped minds.
A simple game really, pick a boy, a loved boy. That was the most important part for them, the boy had to be missed. Anguish was needed to fuel the girl’s cup of glee. Once they selected a boy they would quickly take advantage, wait for a festival or trick him to be alone. Then the story of a baby in the belly or being an honest man, a ravished hole or a lost virginity. The boy would have to do right by them....meet with Father. As Daddy always said to their suitors, which made them so hot "There is already a Rooster in this hen house."
Oh, how they enjoyed it, Daddy would get so mad, in the girl’s minds daddy must have loved the killing as much as they did, in truth he cared not at all for their lives. He snuffed them with all the joy one might have in swatting a bothersome fly. Still they persisted in this arrested development as they neared their twenty-first year.
It was on this late winter day that that the Moblin Empress had come to their estate. They’d stayed awake in a midst of utter depravity through the Empress’ gassy emanations and would find out soon they’d be mutated far beyond simple Moblin forms because of it.
Hoglah was waiting for the girl’s in the dining room, she was wearing one of their father’s robes and smoking one of his enormous cigars from an equally enormous cigar holder that somehow looked small in the woman’s huge two fingered hands. Hoglah felt they needed to be set further apart from Goblins so she’d mutate the race with an extra finger and some toes later, she wanted Moblins to become a race completely separate from it’s progenitors.
At any rate as the girls came down from their rooms they saw ”Daddy” as he usually was at the head of his giant dining room table with his head buried in a tablet, a magical stone which was able to be kept by only the most fabulously wealthy, it would keep them abreast of the biggest happenings within the continent, though it could only update once a month and was an enormous stone it was still the best information gathering tool this world had, it was much like a monthly newspaper.
“Daddy” was wearing white gloves which was not entirely unusual for him, but some of his fingers seemed strangely limp in the gloves having only two fingers. “Girls, I’ve been very hard on you, I’ve personally prepared you some pancakes, come have a meal with me and we’ll discuss some things.” The girls practically climbed over each other as they made their way to sit beside their father. The smell of the pancakes was intoxicating. The girl’s were sitting where the pancakes were plated and unable to see their father’s face hidden behind the tablet.
“Go ahead girl, I made those pancakes with Grinida, you’ve earned them. Today you are gonna meet your suitors and pick a husband.” The girl’s were instantly furious! They wanted to marry their daddy, not some shit village boys and so they began to yell “DADDY, WE DON-Omn, oh these pancakes are so good.” said Connie. “CONNIE! Don’t get distracted we-Oghmf, Oh god these are so good.” said Karen. The two girls began to eat ravenously as their Father began to speak again. “Good girls, you listen now.” Hoglah stood up and made her way to the girls. “This food was made with my cum and you love it don’t you? Answer Daddy.”
“YES DADDY, WE ALWAYS WANTED TO TASTE YOU!” The girl’s continued to shovel the fluffy, chunky pancakes into their mouths as their father rose and breathed a long plume of purple smoke into the girl’s faces. They were oblivious to the fact that the face that this person had was not their father's face and would never realize in their lives the mistake they’d been drugged into.
Hoglah was their Daddy now and she was cumming to find it a title she enjoyed that title. “So girl’s you’ve always wanted me, does that mean you want to fuck me?” The splotching sounds of wet puss on their leather chairs confirmed as their mouths were too full of cum filled pancakes to answer.
“Oooh, such cute pussies, but don’t you hate having them?” The girl’s had at last heard something strange enough to get them to put their forks down, but still not noticing their massively distended bellies. “We….hate our pussies….Daddy?” The girl’s eyes were swirling hypnotic spirals that tried to focus on “Daddy” to see if something was wrong with him.
“That’s right Girls, you hate your pussy, I asked if you wanted to fuck me and you said yes, right? And when I said I was going to marry you off you got angry, right? Hoglah blew another purple cloud into the girl’s faces as they fell on wobbly knees back into their chairs. And began stupidly smiling “Yeah! You are right Daddy, pussies mean we have to get married to help you, but can’t we fuck you with our pussies?” Hoglah slapped Connie for that question and she became visibly dumber and started drooling. “No dumb-bum fucker, because you want to bend me over and fuck my ass. It’s all you think about, remember? Take a whiff, you want Daddy’s asshole to be your wife, look at it. Look deeply into my asshole.” Hoglah spread her spectacular cheeks and a bellowing puff of yellow gas that was expelled with such force that it literally blew the rapidly stupefied pair of girl’s hair back as they they drool and snorted.
”Duh, daddy we are sad, how can we fuck your asshole with our awful little cunts?” Connie whined stupidly trying to make sense of her twisting mind. “Don’t worry girls, we just need to turn your pussies into three foot long asshole lusting cocks, doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
She ended with another puff of purple smoke that cowed the hypnotized girls to answer in unison as their eyes were occupied with yellow and purple swirls.
“PLEASE DADDY! It sounds like a dream!”
Is this really sweet home Alabama if it's an illusion? I mean to them it is.