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Note: This is a fan entry in the series!

Chapter One – Daniella and Daddy Become Lovers

Daniella Jackson

My name is Daniella Jackson. This is how I decided to become my father’s bimbo. Why I also cursed my best friend and lover with the same fate.

Growing up, I loved my parents. Yes, I did love them as a child loves their parents, but for me, there was more to it. Maybe not romantic love, but definitely more than mere lust.

About 6 years after I was born, my mom suffered from cancer. She went into remission, but we all knew it would come back.

I guess my greatest regret in life (aside from being forced to choose to become a bimbo and making Clarissa a bimbo – more on her later) would be never seducing my mother. She knew how I felt about my father, and actively encouraged my feelings for him to an extent. The cancer came back in full force when I was 13 years old, and she told me “Dannie, I know how you feel about your father. All I ask is you wait a couple of years before making your move. Give him a chance to find someone else, someone closer in age to him. And to also give you the chance to discover if there are any boys who you are attracted to, maybe form a relationship with. But if, when you turn 15 and still haven’t found anyone and neither has your father, then I give my blessing from beyond for you to consummate your love. For mine and his, actively look for someone, not just wait for your Prince Charming to meet you.”

So I did. I was pretty active at school, got an after school job, socialized at church, all to find out if there was anyone for me. I didn’t find any guy that could compete with daddy, but my I did discover my best friend Clarissa had a crush on me. I decided try to seduce her as practice for my daddy or a boy that might capture my heart.

When she was around and alone, I’d walk closer than normal, hug her a little, maybe the occasional squeeze of her butt. She’d look at me with shock, but also desire. Eventually, I did tell her that I did like her, but I was also looking for someone to marry, or atleast reproduce with.

“Let me guess, your dad is at the top, and maybe only slot,” she said when I told her that. “Right?”

I scandalously replied “My dad, are you crazy?”

“No, I see how you look at him. I’m surprised you haven’t jumped his bone yet.”

“I promised mom that I’d wait to give him my virginity. Unless another guy could compare to him. If that guy exists, I certainly haven’t found him. But I have found someone to tide me over until then.” I winked slyly at her.

“You talk a good game, can you back it up?” She then pressed her lips to mine and forced her tongue into my mouth. Although there wasn’t any resistance from me. I decided to try tongue dueling. “Very good. I guess there’s some desire there for me as well,” she said as we broke away, both a little short of breath.

“Maybe you need a pacifier to shut you up. Here, suck on this for a while.” I shoved my right tit into her mouth. “I need one as well,” and took her left tit in my mouth.

I was quickly getting wet, and the spot where Clarissa was wasn’t exactly the Sahara as well, so I decided to play with her down there. “You came, didn’t you, you little slut?” I asked her when she let loose a huge gush of juice. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. “Don’t feel too ashamed. You did a wonderful job on me as well. I do like you, in something more than just a ‘friends with benefits’ way, just not love. It’s my daddy I really want, and I think you want him as well.”

“But he’s your father! That’s so wrong. Both to want him, and to let me have him as well.”

“I don’t care about it being wrong, the heart goes where the heart goes, and there’s nothing the mind or body can do but be dragged along with it. As far as you having him, that’s not wrong either. You and I share EVERYTHING. Books, notes, clothes-and that’s my favorite dress you just messed up-, even underwear. My thong on you is very sexy, by the way. So why shouldn’t I share my mate with you?”

“Damn, you’re such a giving girl. I’m glad you’re my best friend.” She kissed m e so passionately that it steals my breath away. “See you later.”

“What about our homework?”

“We already did that-oh, you’re talking about school. You’re too distracting-and so am I-to get much studying done. But let’s continue our ‘friends with benefits on the weekends, if you want.”

We continued our relationship for about a year or so. Of course Clarissa and I continued our relationship as well. Maybe that was part of the reason I never found a guy to love aside from Dad.

I started wearing shorter skirts and tighter tops. After about 3 months of torturing dad in my short skirts, I ramped up the pressure on him by not wearing underwear. The first time I “dropped” something in front of him without my panties on, I gave him a near heart attack. Or atleast a hard attack.

“Honey, you’re wearing those short skirts is bad enough, but did you forget to wear panties with that skirt? What if Clarissa came over? Or you went out?”

“Daddy, didn’t you know I love the freedom of going commando? I hate the feel of confining panties. I wear them for school, but it’s so freeing to get rid of them when I get home.”

“Ok, but please don’t bend over in front of me. I can’t take it.”

“No promises, Dad.” I winked at him.

“Do I have to bend you over my knee and paddle such a cute butt? I will if I have to.”

“That should wait until later dad. Don’t want you to get too excited too soon.”

I guess I scared dad off for a while, since he stayed at the office for longer periods of time. I didn’t see much of him during the day anymore. A couple of months later, I texted him at his office with a picture of Clarissa eating my pussy. I captioned it “Don’t have to worry about Clarissa finding out about me not wearing panties, since I don’t wear anything around her. And hopefully, in a month that will apply to you as well.”

“Please tell me you’re not planning on fucking your dear old dad? It’s incest. It’s wrong. I am your father.”

“I’m not planning on fucking you, dad. I am planning on making love to you, and maybe more.”

I sent him another text the next day. “After our birthday dinner, this is dessert.” Along with the text, I sent him a picture of my pussy, with the hymen clearly visible. “After tomorrow, I won’t be having this anymore,” was the caption.

The next day, after dinner, dad fled to his room. Clarissa and I changed into our “deflowering outfits.” I wore underwear with red roses, and Clarissa wore one with blue flowers. Only we crossed out some of the flowers. We then put on our white bathrobes, and headed to my dad’s bedroom. He had locked it, probably in hopes that would stop me. “Silly daddy. Do you think I don’t know how to jimmy this lock? You won’t escape that easily.”

I quickly and silently unlocked the door. Dad pretended to be asleep. “Daddy, if a locked door didn’t stop me, then pretending to be asleep won’t work. If you are asleep, then I guess you won’t be awake enjoy deflowering me. And Clarissa.”

Dad quit pretending to be asleep and sat up in his bed. “Daniella, please don’t do this. What would your mother think? And Clarissa, I know you love my daughter, but you shouldn’t be here. Neither of you should be in my room.”

“I got mom’s blessing for this before she died. She only asked me to look for someone my age to love. Or atleast form an intimate relationship with. But everywhere I looked, I saw juvenile boys and immature men. The only one with any hint of decency and class was you. Clarissa is my best friend, and I know you know it’s also “with the best benefits.” Clarissa smirked at that.

I glanced over to her and nodded. As we approached my dad, we slipped out of our robes. I went to the left side of the bed and Clarissa took the right. “Like our underwear daddy? We crossed out some of the flowers, because this is the before and after. Clarissa and I are virgins, but the time we wake up tomorrow, neither of us will be anymore.” Clarissa and I closed the gap and stated frenching. Once my daddy was hard, we broke it off and each of us took half of his cock in our mouths.

“Damn, honey. Where’d you and Clarissa learn to do something like this? A double blowjob?”

Neither of us could answer, since we both had a mouth full of wonderful daddy-meat. “Oh, honies, I’m about to cum, you gotta get off me. We moved out mouths to the tip and licked. Not much suction, since we were sharing, and when he exploded, we got a little in our mouths, but mainly on our faces.

“That was so delicious,” I said, and Clarissa nodded in agreement. “We learned that by practicing on dildos. We share EVERYTHING. Now it’s time for the main event.”

“Don’t you need to be lubed?”

“Silly daddy, I’ve been planning this for years. I’m already soaked, and so is Clarissa. Besides, we already prepped for this before coming in, and that blowjob we gave only made us wetter.”

I crawled on Daddy, and lowered myself on his monster cock. My virginity wasn’t even a problem. No pain whatsoever. “Damn, that’s not fair. I wanted to feel something when my virginity was taken. Well, I guess it’s time to get you to cum in me.” I started to bounce up and down on his cock. A couple of minutes later, daddy was ready to shoot in me.

“You have to get off. Let me cum on you, not in you.”

“Daddy, I am getting off, just not off this wonderful monster.”

“But what will happen if-”

“I want that. If it doesn’t work tonight, we will have plenty of time to get it done.”

“Augh, I can’t hold it anymore-I’m cumming in my beautiful daughter’s pretty pussy.”

I felt shoot in me, and the feeling was incredible. I then felt him getting soft, and so dismounted him. “Your turn, Clarissa.”

Daddy said “I’m spent, I don’t think I could get it up again in a week.”

“We have tricks that will prove you wrong there. Watch us daddy.” Clarissa and I then scissored our legs together. As we tribbed, daddy’s cum dribbled into Clarissa’s cunt. I noticed daddy getting hard again, so I told daddy. “See, that wasn’t too bad was it now? It’s your turn, sexy.”

Clarissa climbed on daddy and shoved his cock into her pretty pussy. She had a slightly harder time when his monster broke through her hymen, but not much. When he came in her, he was completely exhausted. We curled up next to him, me on the right and her on the left, and went to sleep.

The next morning, I decided to give him the news. “Daddy, while I’m not 100% certain, I’m pretty sure you bred both of us last night. I felt my egg drop about 3pm, and while I’m not sure the exact time, I do know Clarissa was also ovulating, simply by the consistency of her pussy cream.”

“Neither of you are on birth control?”

“Daddy, we’re your mates, your wives, maybe not legally, but you are our husband in spirit. And don’t husbands fertilize his wife?”

“Yes, but what about your future? And Clarissa’s? What will she do as an official unwed mother?”

“Clarissa and I talked to her parents. They don’t like it, but they did agree to let her do this. They saw how much it meant to her, and realized that it would irreparably damage their relationship if they forbid it. And they feared she would do something worse if they refused. They will raise her child as their own. They won’t name you as the father, or get you into any trouble. And that’s assuming that anyone figures out we are pregnant. By the time we start showing, it will be summer, and by the time school starts again, we will have given birth.”

“Fine, I hope your plan works, honey.”

“It will. Clarissa will be moving in with us, of course. You know that, right? Clarissa’s parents want her to be happy, and she’s happiest when she’s with her lovers.”

“Why am I not surprised.”

We gave birth in August, and just like I said, no one knew we were pregnant with my father’s children. Or atleast no one told us or got us in trouble. I gave birth to daddy’s daughter and named her Margaret, after my mother and dad’s first wife. Carissa gave birth to a son she named John, after her paternal grandfather.

Chapter Two – Clarissa and Daniella Become Become Bimbos

Daniella Jackson

A couple of years passed, and Clarissa and I took steps to prevent future pregnancies. We both went on the pill. We love our kids, and loved being pregnant, but didn’t want to risk discovery again.

We heard rumors of something that made women into complete sluts. Clarissa and I saw the TikTok video of Eric, but we didn’t know him or his sister. We did go to the same school, but we weren’t in the same scholastic or social circles. So we brushed it off until Barbie and the entire cheerleader squad met the same fate. We also heard what happened to Mrs. Juarez, and how she was forced to become a gloryhole slut.

We got scared to realize someone could do that to us, and not only take us away from the only man we ever loved, but to be forced to service dozen, hundreds, maybe thousands of nameless pricks. Neither of us wanted that.

So I did some research and told Clarissa of my findings. “It’s called the Bimbo App. It turns girls into mindless fucktoys for the guy who uses the app on the woman.”

“Is there any way to avoid that fate?”

“I’m sorry, Clarissa, but I haven’t seen a way to avoid it outside of not encountering anybody. And even if we shut ourselves in and had dad do all the shopping and errands for us, there’s still the risk someone could break in and bimbofy us, or a delivery man might do it. We have to become bimbos ourselves.”

“So there’s no way not to become a bimbo?”

“No, but there is one thing I could do. I did some research on the App itself. I couldn’t find out how it worked or who owned it or anything like that, but I did find out some info about bimbos themselves. Once a bimbo is claimed, the owner could lock the bimbo into only wanting him or other bimbos of his. They also can level up and get skills.”

“Like what?”

“Well, to start there are options like Anal Lover or Creampie Lover. I’m tempted to ask daddy to make me a Spanking Slut, because I need to be punished for what I’m even considering.”

“Can I have some time to think on it?”

“Sure, just realize while you’re thinking, someone could come and take that ability away, so don’t think too long.”

That night, after Dad fell asleep, Clarissa told me “do it. I love your dad, and don’t want to be torn away from him. Who knows. Maybe the reason my dad didn’t care was he was planning to do make me his bimbo. If Mr. Jackson takes me as his bimbo, then I’ll be his forever. And yours.”

“Not mine, but we will be just as close as we are now, maybe even closer.”

“Okay. Before I do this, I need a minute to write daddy a note, explaining what happened. Once finished with my note, I reached over and grabbed his cell phone. I went to the Bimbo App store and downloaded the App. No way was I going to give that asshole Eric anything. He was the reason I had to do this. I then opened the app and got this message: It read:

Welcome to the Bimbo Creator where your wildest dreams are made flesh. Is there a girl that has been hassling you for years? Constantly bad-mouthing you? You can fix that issue with our app. As one of our beta users, you have been selected to choose any girl or woman and modify them into a bimbo.

Level up your bimbo to unlock new abilities and increase the number of slots to have more air-headed women to serve you. Buy Bimbo Gems to do more customization. Gems can be earned every day or you can buy them. Recruit your friends for more perks. It’s time to unlock your dreams. Do you have the guts to create your own bimbo?

YES and NO appeared on the screen. Buttons that I could tap. I tapped YES.

There were a few icons. It said 0/1 Bimbos in the upper left corner of the screen. In the upper right was a pink gem with a number 10 in front of it. I suppose those were my bimbo gems. Then in the lower right corner, there was a question mark. I tapped that.

Another text bubble popped up that read: The first thing you need is to recruit your very first bimbo. Aim the camera at any woman or girl and select them to be your very first bimbo.

I pointed my dad’s phone at Clarissa. On the screen, she was outlined in pink.

Do you want to make her into a bimbo?

YES

NO

“Clarissa, I know you sort of want this, but still, I’m so sorry for doing this to you. I tapped the YES button.

On the screen, a pink outline flashed around Clarissa. It almost glowed, like an aura. The Bimbo Counter now showed 1/1 Bimbos. Clarissa’s face filled a circle next to an experience bar. She was a Level 0 Bimbo.

I started crying. The now bimbofied Clarissa came over, and in sing-song voice asked “Why is cute Dannie crying? This is a happy time. I’m so happy.”

I couldn’t answer her, being wracked by guilt over killing my best friend and one of my lovers. Over killing both of my father’s remaining loves. I just hoped the shells that remained could satisfy him.

I quickly put in my bank account information in the app and checked out the Crystal prices. Damn, 10 for $475? That was insane. I didn’t care, since all the money I have would be daddy’s. I quickly bought 50 of them. I locked Clarissa, so daddy would be the only one to fuck her.

I then turned the phone on myself.

Do you want to make her into a bimbo?

YES

NO

I clicked YES, and then resisted the brainwashing of the app for just a minute to lock myself. Once I did, I stopped resisting, and instead welcomed the emptiness of thought that the App gave me.

Seth Jackson

I woke up, and as soon as I did, Clarissa screamed “Sethie, I need your big dickie in me. Please fucky-fuck me.” My daughter was the same way. I glanced over to my phone and say a note taped to it. I opened it up and read it.

“Daddy, my husband, lover, and life-mate,

I am sorry, but the daughter you raised and loved is dead. Her best friend and lover, and yours as well, is dead. The mothers of your youngest children are dead. I killed us. I had to do it. There’s this App going around that turns women into sex slaves. We were terrified that some immature kid would use it on us, forcing us to love him. Or worse, forcing us to be streetwalkers or gloryhole sluts, like how Barbie Crest or Mrs. Juarez are. I downloaded the App to your phone, and used it on us. When you level us up, Clarissa wants to be either an Anal Lover or a Creampie Lover. I need to be a Spanking Slut. I need to be punished everyday for destroying my family. I beg your forgiveness for my selfishness, even though I can’t and won’t expect such mercy. I just hope we can satisfy you now. I guess you should give us the attention we need now.

With unending love and deepest apologies,

your daughter, lover, mate, and wife,

Dannie Jackson

That hit me like a ton of bricks. I lost my daughter, my lovers, but I did gain 2 sexy sex slaves. Not a fair trade. I guess I understand why she did what she did, but it still hurts that I won’t love the mothers of our children, just their bodies.

“Oh god, Clarissa, that’s amazing,” I said as I shot my cum into her mouth. I didn’t even realize she had started sucking me while I read my daughter’s farewell letter. This will be an interesting life. I guess all I can do is try to make the best of it.