All at once, it clicked in your mind.
You'd promised Riley that you'd spend the day with her today.
Exactly what you'd been doing still hadn't come back to you, but you decided that you could simply keep quiet and your darling daughter would presumably fill in the dots herself, or you could piece it together via context clues. Keeping quiet and letting things play out was a skill you'd honed over the years, especially as you so often found yourself lacking the same knowledge everyone around you had...usually because you'd just spent the past day or so glued to someone's body and out of earshot of important conversations.
Regardless, realizing that it was your daughter you'd be spending the day with made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. There had been times, dark times, in your past where you'd wondered if your life would even amount to anything, or if you were doomed to suffer an eternity of misery and lucklessness. And yet now you had a loving family, and specifically a daughter who doted on you and looked up to you like you were her personal hero. It would never not be heartwarming to think about!
You left the kitchen and began the trek to your daughter's room, up on the next floor. Climbing the stairs wasn't too difficult given your decades of honed physicality, though you did have to bail when Mari came stomping downstairs without checking her path for signs of you, unfortunately par for the course. Then, once you made it to the second floor, it took another serious of leaps and bounds to avoid Juli and her beeline to her bedroom, her well-pedicured feet almost spelling your doom as they clomped on by.
Finally, you made it to Riley's room, and slipped inside slowly and cautiously, making sure that your daughter wasn't mid-changing or something else like that. Thankfully, she was fully dressed, and sitting on the edge of her bed looking at her phone, while absentmindedly kicking her feet against the floor to some sort of tune in her head.
While Juli had inherited the full girth of your wife's blessed physical proportions, Riley had instead received Mari's athleticism and strength. The musculature in her arms was noticeably, and her firm abs were almost always tactically on display in midriff-bearing clothing. Riley wasn't thin, though, and still had some noticeably pronounced curves thanks to the Fuertes genes in her blood. Her beauty was currently being emphasized by her tight compression shorts and tank top that left a generous amount of cleavage on display. As her father, you'd long since given up complaining about such things as your daughters' sexualities, as it was truly no different than every other unfathomably beautiful and risque giantess in your life.
Riley brushed some of her dark chocolate hair out of her eyes and then spotted you on the floor, which was thankful given that you were slightly unsure of how to approach her dangerously swishing feet to get her attention otherwise. Sparing you a radiant smile, Riley leaned down and snatched you up, and then dropped you onto the bed beside her.
"Sup, daddy?" She asked happily, then briefly pouted. "Really sorry about earlier. Juli's such a brat sometimes."
You rubbed Riley's thigh in a calming manner. "I don't think your sister intentionally manipulated you into sitting on me. Besides, I've handled worse, and you did a great job freeing me quickly."
Riley beamed. "Thanks! I think I'm really getting a handle on helping you out of jams, huh? Still, I hope everything goes alright with what I've got planned for today, though..."
You cleared your throat. "Is that so? I'll do my best to stay out of trouble, Riley."
"You say that, dad, but we both know what your luck is like." Riley looked at you wryly. "Anyway, today we'll be..."
1) "...starting up our personal training routine again, if that's okay." Previously, you'd spent three days a week being Riley's personal trainer in all aspects of her exercise routine, but you'd stopped when she started visiting the Weston gym instead. However, in an apparent desire to avoid her sports rival Persephone, she wants to return to home workouts, and wants your help. You're willing, of course, even if you sometimes have cold sweats of Riley's body crushing you during her mental 'Exercise Mode' workouts.
2) "...heading to one of my soccer practices." Riley's got a soccer practice today, and she wants you to tag along to watch her perform and provide some feedback. It sounds fun on paper, but with Riley's obliviousness and a team-full of nearly-as-inattentive college girls, it's also a recipe for disaster. Not to mention that her fellow teammate and intense rival Persephone will be there, and wherever Persephone goes, demoness Ivy Green follows.
3) "...heading to my swim meet. I really think I can get a gold medal this time." Riley's got a swim meet an hour away by car, and she just wants you to go with her for fear of embarrassing herself by not winning the gold medal. You're happy to tag along, and hope you can avoid getting swept up into some mess thanks to a bevy of girls in swimsuits, your daughter's rival Persephone, or the ever malicious Ivy.
4) "...checking out that women's wrestling league, remember?" Riley recently heard about a semi-local women's wrestling league, and has been desperate to check it out. You agreed to go with her whenever she managed to find some free time and procure tickets, and your daughter has done both. The idea of watching beautiful and tightly-clad women smack each other around isn't quite as appealing to you as it is to Riley, and neither is the rumors you'd heard about affected participants joining the matches...
5) *Writer's Choice*
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