Staring at your glistening, tan ball, Vicky's grin grew wider as she imagined her father, unable to call for help, completely vulnerable to the ensuing onslaught of Lily. Unable to prevent from being chewed or forced to be her swim top for who knows how long. Vicky always loved to submit you to such unrestrained torture, probably due to the fact you and Mckayla didn't buy her everything she wanted. Being spoiled rotten, she tends to outlash, and you are the unwilling victim. It actually kind of excited her. Somebody innocent unknowingly putting somebody through hell.
You distinctly remembered a time when Vicky left you at the mercy with an unknowingly Lily. She flattened you out, stretched, and folded you until you were an exact copy of Lily's panties. Then swapping you with the actual ones when she changed for gym. Ultimately, wound up going on her rather successful date that night. It took a week for you to get the taste out of your mouth.
But as much as she wanted to entertain the thought, Vicky also wanted you to herself. Maybe make him into something she couldn't convince you or her mother to buy. Besides, if she got tired of torturing you, she had the rest of the day to find someone to donate you to. Maybe even chuck you into the school's food. Or, could take you home when she got done with you and throw you in the washing machine to absorb into some clothing.
“You're lucky Dad. I'm sure Lily would have loved a new swim top. But I think its time for some daughter- squishy father bonding.” Vicky said, stretching and bending your body into something. “You'll love my first class! You get to….”
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