This choice: You toss the towel at her, not wanting to take any risks • Go Back...Chapter #5You toss the towel at her, not wanting to take ... by: Kentwolf   Careful not to get close to your wife, having been mistaken for her sweat towel on alot more than one occasion, you tossed one over to her. "here you go Babe" You called cheerfully, though she didn't hear you with her headphones in. She caught it all the same, quickly getting to work wiping the sweat off as she ran. You smiled as you watched her run, she always kept herself in great shape and was so passionate about everything she loved. Shaking your head gently, you got back to your cleaning. Wiping down the weights and scrubbing the dried gunk off Mckayla's yoga mats you discovered that the room was soon spotless alot faster than you expected. Leaving your wife to her work out, you left the room.
Heading back downstairs you heard a rummaging coming from the hallway. Confused as you had expected the house to be empty by now, you wandered towards the sound and gasped. Your daughter Vicky, had just pulled your wallet out of your bag and was pulling out all your money. You glared angrilly, storming towards her. "What do you think you are doing young lady?" You asked in a parental angry tone. Vicky actually jumped in shock, but soon grinned as she saw it was you. "Oh its you dad, im just taking money to get a new dress" She said casually, tucking the wad down her top. You crossed your arms. "Put that money back this instant Vicky. you are in big trouble, stealing money from my wallet!" You said, but she just smirked.
As she walked closer to you, you began to lose your anger as fear crept up your back. She poked you in the nose, squishing it right into your head "And how are you going to make me daddy" She asked in a mocking tone, calling your bluff. "I'll...I'll tell your mother!" You tried to suggest, but Vicky just grinned and before you could react, had scooped you up in her hands and crushed you down into a wadded up ball in her hands. "I can't hear you calling...is it like a dog whistle thing or something?" She mocked, holding you tight in her hands.
She began kneading you between her hands and chuckled "However, eventually you will tell Mom, then i'll be in trouble...if she can find you that is" She said with a sadistic grin on her face. Crushing you flat, she tucked you down her cleavage. "Lets go shopping Daddy dearest" She explaimed, knowing exactly what she wanted to do with you. Unable to move or make a sound, you were powerless to stop your daughter taking you out of the house.
Vicky headed down into the mall, heading right to the gummy store with a skip in her step as she crossed its threshold.of the store. She headed right up to the first store worker she saw. "Excuse me miss" She said sweetly, the woman turning to face her with a smile. "Hello there, how can i help you?" She asked cheerfully. Vicky grinned and pulled you out from her cleavage, the journey alone had smeared what had been visible of your features to a blur between her breasts. "I don't like the discolouration of this gummy material. i was wondering if you could dye it for me. It's for a school project" She said with an innocent tone. She passed you over to the woman, She had dark skin and a very pretty face. The woman looked down at you and then smiled at your daughter. "Of course, it costs $10 and we can have it done in about twenty minutes" She said cheerfully. Vicky handed over the money, YOUR MONEY, told her what colour she wanted and the woman carried you off to the back areas.
You tried to squirm for her attention but she was absent mindedly rolling you around in her hand and squeezing you like a stress toy. You were taken out back and to a small machine that looked like an ice cream maker. She popped you into the glass jar and stuck the mechanical mixing arm in. She poured some chemicals that smelt of fruit down on you and popped on the lid. You watched as she turned the machine on and you began to be kneaded and mixed, letting the chemical dyes mix in with you. Your daughter was in big trouble for this, gummy dyes were perminant without a solvent bath for hours, he would be stuck dyed until they could get the solvent.
You were kneaded into yourself, losing sight of the outside world, then being stretched out over and over. Finally after twenty minutes, the woman popped the lid off and scooped your well mixed gunk out, rolling you into an orb and carrying you out to Vicky who was browsing the racks of gummy clothes, a bag filled with purchases on her arm, no doubt bought with the stolen money. The woman passed you over to Vicky who took you with a grin. "thank you. have a great day" Vicky said, holding you in her hands as she walked out. You saw her holding you in a full length mirror near the door. You had no visible features at all, you were totally...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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