I pulled into the driveway of the house I grew up in somewhere around 10 AM. I was home from college visiting my dad, and was actually pretty excited to see him. I've only been 18 for a little while, but I'm already a sophomore, he's so proud of that. We've always been close, but since the divorce he's been pretty down. I can't blame him, he was crazy about mom and those last couple of years before she left him all she did was treat him like shit. He'll be better off without her, he just needs to get over her first.

I unlocked the door and walked in to him looking up from the news and smiling at me. For 46, he's a very handsome man. He has bright brown hair and bright blue eyes like my own, but with tanned skin and angular features, unlike the round face and paper white skin I got from my mother. He also takes good care of his body for a man in his forties; I seriously don't know why he doesn't date, he could probably land a girl my age if he was into that.

We had coffee and caught up for a bit. I told him about school, and this guy in one of my math classes that I was starting to like, and he spent a lot of the time either asking follow up questions or quietly listening. After a while though he did change the subject.

"You wanna see something cool, Stace?" He's the only person allowed to call me "Stace", everyone else calls me Stacy. And what he just said was his catchphrase for showing me something cool he brought home from work. My dad's a mechanical engineer at a big R&D firm in town, and my whole childhood he would bring home these little pet projects to show me. I remember being amazed at every little invention, it's the reason I'm in college now, I want to be an engineer like my childhood hero. It had been ages since he brought something home, and I told him that I'd very much like to see it.

We went to the basement workshop. That old smell of engine grease and ozone filled the air. My mom hated it, but for dad and I it was our own little hangout, away from all the world. In the middle of the room there was this big gun-looking thing on a tripod, and it caught my attention so well that I got a little over enthusiastic.

"What is that dad? A laser? Some kind of microwave emitter? Oooh, a deathray!" He had to gently pull me away as I prodded the device of unknown function.

"Here, I'll show you! Just put on these goggles, stand back, and watch the recliner over there." He pushed a few buttons on the machine, pointed it at his favorite recliner and with a bright flash of purple light it disappeared-no shrank! An entire armchair was now smaller than my foot! He grew it back and shrunk some other things around the basement. I slapped my palm against my forehead when he shrunk the mini fridge just to make a joke about it being a mini-mini fridge. I think my father may have invented the dad joke. I always found them funny though because he was completely sarcastic about it, you know? He knew his puns were awful, and the joke was more about him being willing to say something so ridiculous.

"Want to give it a go, sweetheart?" He asked me. Like he even had to ask, of course I wanted to! He showed me how to run it, and I was surprised at how easy it seemed! "What are you going to shrink, Stace?"

I thought about it. We always used to compete to find the most creative ways to use his inventions, and I was happy to play this game again. We'd already shrunk appliances, furniture, tools, I needed to be more creative. What about a person? I liked the idea of shrinking my father. A little pocket dad I can carry around and we can be there for each other no matter what. We could talk all night just like we used to when I was in high school and he'd sneak me a beer in the evening after mom went to sleep. When I turned 21 I could take him to bars and find him some foxy woman to spend the night with. I wonder at that size how they'd- I'm getting distracted. Yes, tiny dad it is.

"Can I...well...what about you, dad? That would be awesome! I could put you in my pocket and sneak you into my exams for help!" Distracted again! "Wait, does it work on people?"

"It does! But you have to be careful alright? And only for a few minutes." I nodded. He stopped himself to get a pair of old bluetooth headsets we used to use for walkie-talkies and gave me one. A good idea too, I didn't think about how squeaky his tiny voice must sound!

He found a clear spot on the floor and with a big, probably creepy smile on my face I fired the shrink ray at him. Just like that, he was a little speck on the floor! I pushed the goggles up on my face and went over to him, dropping down a knee on either side of him. He looked up slowly taking in my body. He stared at my knees for a second, and then followed up my thighs, quickly skipping my crotch which made me more than a little aware of how close it was to him. He looked at my stomach, then my boobs for a second. They aren't very big, but at that size they were several times larger than him, can't say I blame him for staring. His gaze finally rested on my face, the whole time I was just staring dumbfounded at him. I spoke first.

"Dad, holy crap! You're so tiny!"

"And you're a skyscraper!" Came a scream through the walkie-talkie. I flinched from it and then heard "Sorry!" In a quieter voice.

"It's alright. This is so cool! Can I pick you up?" He said yes and I put my hand down and let him climb on. I picked him up and held him close to my chest, secretly comparing my boobs to him and wondering how little he got.

"We should measure how tall you are, I'm guessing it can't be more than an inch!" I said as I began walking toward the workbench to find a ruler. On the way I tripped over something. I stumbled and struggled to keep my balance and closed my hand around my dad to keep him safe. I caught myself just as I heard the crash. The shrink ray was on one side, smashed into several pieces. My foot had caught the power cable.

Did I just doom my dad to being tiny? Was he going to get fired for breaking one of the projects he had brought home? My eyes were starting to water. "D-Dad..."

"Don't worry about it sweetheart!" I heard over the headset. "The lab was aware that it might break and will understand. We'll just have to go in on Monday and zap me back with the other working prototype. I'll probably get scolded, but it won't be a big deal, okay? You'll just get to spend your weekend finding out what having a pocket-sized dad is like!" That was a huge relief, I smiled and used my other hand to wipe a tear away.

"Alright dad, if you say so. I guess that changes some plans though, huh?"

"I don't see why it has to, I definitely want to check things out at this size! Let's do it anyway!" He eventually talked me into it.

I made a sandwich for lunch, and he ate little chunks of it. It was so adorable watching him eat. Eventually we had to leave for a movie. I was dressed in leggings and a bright green t-shirt, and didn't have pockets in either so I put on a hoodie and smuggled my little father in the pouch. After we got in I put him in the hood on my right shoulder and gave him a piece of popcorn to munch on. He looked so cute. I slapped my forehead again when he made a freaking IMAX joke about our regular-sized theater, but I secretly enjoyed it. It was really nice spending time with him.

We came home and after dinner and hanging out a bit we went to bed. I put him on the pillow next to me with the smallest napkin I could find as a blanket. I fell asleep facing him. I woke up once in the middle of the night, almost believing it wasn't real. Then I looked over and saw him sprawled out beneath his blanket, looking exhausted and sleeping peacefully. I smiled and fell back asleep.

He was still fast asleep when I woke up, so I got up gently and took a shower, changing to my clothes for the day. I leaned over him in the bed, enclosing him in the cave made by my hair and face as he sleepily woke up. "Morning dad!"

I made some toaster waffles for breakfast, and we were eating and talking about our day when we both looked at each other and yelled "Shit!". We were supposed to go to the water park today with a few of my friends and he was taking us!

"Well we clearly can't go! I'll call Sasha and cancel, she'll tell the others."

"Actually no, you can go Stace, the tickets are already bought anyway."

"But what am I supposed to tell them?"

"Just say I couldn't make it, I'll stay here and wait for you."

"Oooh no, you aren't staying here all alone!"

"I'll be fine!"

"You come with me or we both stay." I said, pouting. He can't resist that.

"Alright, I'll ride in your duffel bag, rent a locker and I'll wait in there for you."

I put him in my duffel bag, and was picked up by Sasha, Brooke, and Claire. During the ride Sasha, my best friend from childhood who lived down the street asked where "our" dad was.

"Oh he was feeling kind of low today, wasn't really up to it." Sasha didn't understand my emphasis, but I like to imagine that he heard that from within the bag, and was beaming with pride in his little girl's ability to produce only the finest quality dad jokes. After peeking to see he was safe, I deposited the bag in a locker at the park and went out with my friends.

I swam along for a bit, rode a slide or two, but I kept thinking about my little dad just sitting in there, probably bored out of his mind as he waited through a day that was supposed to be quality time for both of us. It was bugging me, so I told the girls I was going to the bathroom and made my way to the lockers.

I checked that the locker room was empty, then opened the locker, unzipped the bag, and put on my headset.

"Hey dad. How are you holding up?"

"Pretty good, catching up on some sleep." How much fun could he have in a duffel bag, right? I had to change that.

"That's good I guess, but I've been thinking. You should come with me! Have some fun in the sun, hit the pool!"

"Stacy, people can't see me like this."

"I know, but they won't have to! I've got a plan." I didn't.

"And how do you suggest that we keep me hidden, then?" Foiled! The only way to keep my dad hidden was to have him on my person, and all I was wearing was my white one piece. I guess I could keep him in my suit-no! That's weird, right? He's my dad! But I love him very much and we've always been close, we should be close enough for that to be okay, right? The thought of him all smooshed up between my boobs made me giggle, and he was so cute at this size...I went for it.

"You can ride in my suit! If you're between my boobs I should be able to hold you safely without anyone seeing!"

"You what?!"

"I'm okay with it if you are." I smiled at him. Don't make it weird Stacy, don't make it weird...

"Stacy I don't know-"

"Oh come on! It's only weird if you make it weird and I promise to take good care of you." He said yes. "Great! But I can't go walking around with this headset, we'll have to have a signal. Just give me a nibble if you need anything and I'll take us right back here okay?"

I picked him up and pushed him down between my boobs, out of sight from the world. "Alright dad, give me a little bite so we know it works. Ow! Alright, definitely works! Let's maybe save that for and emergency though!" It did sting, but what he didn't see was my nipples getting hard on either side of him. This was way better than just a pocket dad.

I floated around in the wave pool a bit while I talked to my friends. I felt so sneaky. We were all here and they all knew my dad, but only I knew that he was in my swimsuit, tucked right between my boobs! I should probably be a spy if the whole engineer thing doesn't work out.

My friends eventually tired of the wave pool though, and wanted to try the bigger rides, I got a little away so I could whisper to my dad. "Dad, we're about to go on one of the big waterslides. Lots of loops and turns, but I think I can keep you safe. Should be fun, just hang on okay?"

As I ascended the stairs I could feel him slide deeper into my cleavage as my breasts jiggled around him. When I sat down on the slide he was almost at the bottom. Should still be secure. Worst case scenario he slides down my suit to my...oh my...That's a thought I probably shouldn't entertain. Still, I wonder what it would feel like having a little man slip-sliding down my belly towards my-Ah! Distracted! I began sliding down the slide.

Dad was definitely secure through the most of the ride, right up until we got to that toilet bowl thing at the bottom. Sliding upward turned out to be the problem. It released my breasts' grip on him, and as I slid down he was pinned against the bottom of them. I slid upward again, and found out exactly what it feels like to have a little man slip-sliding down my belly towards my crotch. I watched as his tiny form traveled beneath the fabric of my suit. I was reaching for him when I fell through the hole in the toilet bowl thing to the pool underneath. My legs came apart as I fell, and he fell right between them. My dad was touching my pussy! I didn't know what the hell to think. I felt my lips tingle as his tiny form shifted between them, right below my entrance. I didn't have time to do much more than let out a squeak and then remember to close my mouth and eyes before I hit the water, the force of the impact sending him straight up my pussy.

I didn't swim up right away. Only moments after entering me I felt my dad savagely crawling further into me. Looking for air, maybe? It didn't matter though as my eyes popped open and my mouth released a bubble of air at the sensation. Shit did that chlorine burn! As I swam up he eventually stopped crawling, maybe halfway up my pussy. Still though, every little shift of his body had me clamping down on him. What was that tickle, his hair? I got to the shallow end and walked out of the pool in kind of a daze. Sasha, Brooke, and Claire were all waiting for me, they had gone first. I had to get my dad out of there!

"I'm going to go to the bathroom girls, I'll be right back."

"Stacy you just went!" Sasha exclaimed, "We're going to go on the Tsunami next, I was just telling the girls about how awesome it is, let's go!" And she pulled me away. I could still feel my dad moving in there, he had to be okay, right?

Tsunami was the biggest slide in the park. You travel almost straight down at high speeds and then the slide curves out for you to hit the pool below like a speedboat. I felt the little tickles of my father's body as I walked up the stairs to the next ride, hoping he would forgive me for this. I sat down and slid down the nearly vertical slope. I instinctively gripped him tighter, I guess I thought it would keep him safe. Near the bottom of the slide I suddenly remembered why Sasha was so keen on riding it. At some point we had discovered that if a girl were to adjust her legs just so as she left the slide and entered the pool at the bottom it would send a jet of water straight up her pussy. It was probably the best design flaw in the world, and we'd taken advantage of it so many times that doing it became almost like muscle memory. As I cleared the final yards of the slide I realized to my horror that I had adjusted my legs just so. Sure enough, the anticipated jet of water went flying right up inside me, and I felt something tiny fly with it and smack into the back of my pussy.

I got back out of the water as quickly as possible, and joined the girls. Brooke and Claire were talking about how they absolutely had to go again. I had to get to the walkie-talkie and check on my dad.

"Hey girls, I'm going to the lockers real quick, I'll be right back okay?"

"Oh, alright!" Sasha said, looking a little puzzled as I unevenly walked off.

I could feel him inside me, but wherever he was it was hard to pinpoint. Just a general, strangely good feeling coming from deep within me. That changed suddenly when he decided to use our signal, biting down on a spot so far inside me that I wasn't even sure he was still in my vagina. I clamped down on him, and squeezed my legs together as I let off a low moan. This got a couple of stares from a nearby family, and I walked away as quickly as my shaking knees would take me.

I fumbled with the locker and the bag, and finally got the earpiece on and activated it.

"Dad?! Dad are you okay??" My voice was shaking.

"Stacy! Can you hear me? I-I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm um, uh-"

"Inside me, I know." I unconsciously squeezed him again as I said that. Something about hearing myself say it made it feel especially real. That, and the squeeze helped me figure out that he was pinned against my cervix. "Ah! And really far, too. Dad I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, it was an accident; I can breathe and I'm not hurt. Just uh, let's get me out, okay?"

"Yes, alright. Here let me find a stall and uh-" Someone had entered the locker room.

"Stacy!" It was Sasha.

"What?" Her timing was so terrible!

"Who are you talking to?" She said, walking closer.

"My dad, why?" I asked, perhaps a little too defensively. She was next to me now.

"Oh! Let me talk to him!" She said, grabbing the bluetooth off my head.

"No no, wait!" This can't be happening. My dad is right here, lost in my body, and Sasha is going to chat him up?

"Hello? Hellooo? Hi dad! Are you feeling better? All Stacy would tell us is that you weren't up to coming out today, something about feeling a little low?" My dad twitched inside my vagina, and my vagina twitched right back onto him. If I had to guess he just facepalmed, guess my dad joke finally paid off...

"I guess I get that, hope you feel better though! Stacy and I are going to ride a few more rides and then we'll bring her home, you should see how pink she's getting from all this sun!" The absurdity of this whole situation was getting to me. My dad was managing to have a business-as-usual conversation with Sasha without giving anything away. She basically had a phone line straight into my vagina and she had no idea. What if she knew my dad was in there? I bit my finger and alternated between looking at Sasha and looking down at my waist. I felt a panic attack coming on.

"Sure thing, ooh and make lasagna when you do! See you later dad!" Did he just invite Sasha over for dinner from inside my pussy? And she have to call him dad at this very moment? She put the headset in one of my hands and grabbed the other to start pulling me along.

"You should have told me you were calling him, you little daddy's girl. We can keep your phone in my purse so you don't have to worry about missing him okay?" She mocked me in a baby voice. I had to play it cool, find some way to make sure my dad would be alright. Nobody could see him like this after all, the arrangement was almost...ideal. Nope, shouldn't say that. Get a grip Stacy.

"H-hey dad, Sasha is dragging me back into the park, I guess we're going to leave the phone in her purse if you need to call back. Are um, are you in a good place right now? Do you need me to come home?"

"I'm fine sweetheart, I think I'll be safe in here. Have a good time and I'll see you at home."

"Y-yeah, I'll see you at home dad. Bye!" I hung up.

It was settled then. I was at the water park and my dad was hanging out in my pussy for the duration. No big deal. No reason to melt down and have a panic attack in front of everyone. And certainly not an appropriate reason to be getting wet, Stacy! Shit! He was probably soaked in there and not from the pool. Get a grip Stacy, take a deep breath. Your father's not up your pussy, your father's not up your pussy, your fa-fuuuck he just moved! Your father's up your pussy Stacy, waaay up it. You probably can't even reach him with your fingers right now. He might be jammed up there until the end of time. You'll have to see a doctor and be like "Hey, I need you to get my shrunken dad out of my vagina, please." and doc will be like "How the hell did that happen?" and I'll say "Oh he wound up halfway in there on accident" and then doc will ask "And you didn't get him out then?" and I'll have to explain "No, instead I rode another ride that guaranteed that he was shot into me as deep as possible because subconsciously I'm an incestuous little freak who couldn't wait to take advantage of her dad" and...

As I rambled through my thoughts, it turned out the girls and I had ridden another three or four rides, with me not noticing and giving the thousand-yard stare the whole time. I finally snapped back to it about a minute into Sasha waving at my blank face and repeating my name.

"Stacy...Staaacy! Hey! We're riding Splashdown then we're going home, alright?"

"Y-yeah, sounds great!" Not real convincing, Stacy.

"Jeez Stacy, stop worrying about your dad. He's a big man, he'll be fine." She stared as I chuckled madly at that.

Splashdown was a roller coaster where you went up, then splashed down. Real simple. We boarded the cart and as it was climbing the chain to reach the top of its slope each successive click of the chain shifted my father against my cervix. He'd been stimulating it for almost an hour now, and as the ride reached its crescendo so did I, every nerve in my body exploding as I had a full body orgasm. Thankfully my screaming mixed in with everybody else as we flew toward the big splashdown.

We loaded into the car and went home after that. I was still extremely sensitive in there, and every little shift on my part moved him around and took me on my own personal little roller coaster for the ride home. Somewhere during the drive I noticed that I hadn't felt him move since we left the park, and I began to worry. When we got home I rushed inside, barely saying goodbye, and closed and locked the door, fumbling to reach my headset.

"Dad, dad are you alright?"

"Mmmfmlfmm."

"What? Can you breathe? Is everything okay?"

"Grfelmelmrfm...Chips..." He responded. I knew this nonsense, it happened every Saturday morning my entire childhood. He was fast asleep, and definitely okay if he had snacks on his mind.

"Alright dad, sleep tight, I'll see you later." I said, smiling to myself.

"Kay..." He responded, definitely not consciously.

I took the headset off and stared down at my waist. He was in there, fast asleep, and now I what? Just go about my day like that? Knowing I could get him out right now but letting him sleep because he's comfy all snuggled up in my vagina? Congratulations Stacy, you're definitely incestuous. Way to go. Your mother would be so proud.

I stripped off my swimsuit and climbed into the shower. I washed out my hair, got all soapy, and then I might have teased myself back into another orgasm with my sleeping dad inside me. I did. I absolutely did that. I'm ashamed, okay!? Not really. It was great. I'm pretty sure I left the shower dirtier than when I went in. It turned me on knowing every little bit of cum that leaked out of me had probably touched him on his way, soaking him. ANYWAY, I got dressed and decided to ring him up again.

"Hey dad, can you hear me?"

"MmmHiHoney..."

"Hey, do you want out now? We're home."

"grrrfmmerr"

"Still asleep, then?"

"hrmehrrNo, wings, onadiet..."

I giggled. "Alright daddy, have fun in there." I called him "daddy". Now I'm a stereotype. Wonderful.

I changed into my pajamas and decided to make dinner for us, I figured he'd enjoy that. He has a recipe for lasagna that he's famous for, and taught it to me after he and mom split up. I got everything together and certainly did not (did) have another orgasm all over him as I was placing it into the oven. I then sat on the couch and brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them while I watched TV, idly squeezing my dad. Ten minutes before the lasagna was ready I tried calling him up again.

"Dad, hey..." I was surprised to get a coherent response from him.

"Hey sweetie, are we home?"

"Yeah it's...well it's 7 PM right now." I rested my head on my knees, looking down at my crotch as I talked to its stowaway.

"What? How long have we been home?" Oh dad, did you have to ask that question?

"Since about five I think. I tried waking you up, a couple times, but you just made a bunch of mumbling noises so I let you sleep. I guess you were tired!" I also haven't been fucking your unconscious body since we left the water park, no sir! I left you in there because I'm a good daughter and I value your sleep and not because you put every sex toy I've ever used to complete shame! That would be ridiculous! What kind of daughter would I be to use my dad that way? Eehhhh....

"I guess I was! Can you get me out now?"

You know what? Forget the question about how long I left him in me without retrieving him, this one was worse. For nearly six hours I hadn't put any thought into this. How was I going to look him in the eye again after having him where he was and enjoying it? How will I ever look at him outside of me without thinking of the alternative? Get it together Stacy, you're zoning out again.

"Yeah, hang on a sec." I got up and went to the bathroom.

I dropped my shorts and slid a couple of fingers into myself. I felt nothing and slid them in up to my knuckles, brushing my cervix but not quite reaching my dad. Finally I got my arm at a weird angle and was able to brush him out of his little groove and between my digits, and I pulled him out, though a lot slower than I could have. I brought him up to my face and didn't know what the hell to do or say. I tried to smile.

"Hey dad"

"Hey sweetheart" Good start. Let's keep going like this until we never bring up the part where I enjoy fucking my dad, alright? Think fast, Stacy.

"I made your famous lasagna, are you hungry?" Smooth. Flawless segue. He'll never know.

"Yeah, that sounds great, let's eat." Swish.

I brought him downstairs and placed him on the kitchen table. He could see me from that vantage point, and I might have bent over just a bit more than I needed to when retrieving the lasagna. We ate in silence, with no talk about how daddy's girl likes him way more than she ought to or how she's secretly fantasizing about filling the void mother left in his life. And then dad spoke. Shit.

"Stace"

"Yeah?"

"Look, about what happened today-"

"I liked it. I liked it a lot. Every second. It was weird at first but after I found out you were okay I had to have more. It's the reason I didn't try harder to get you out in the park, the reason I let you sleep after I got home. I've never felt anything like that and it was amazing having you so close to me. Ever since mom left I've watched you become more and more depressed and you don't deserve that and I know I can take that pain away if you just let me. Look, I know this is fucked up, and I know how I sound right now but I have to say it. I want it again dad, before you get big again I want your little body back inside me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry and this is really fucked up but I had to tell you." Holy shit did I just say that out loud?! I looked down at my dad's face. Fuck! I did! Oh shit oh shit. Dad, please say something...wait, don't. Or do. Dammit...

"I enjoyed it too Stacy. If that's really what you want then yes, I will go back inside you."

Well that's it, I'm going to have to move away and change my name. "Hey girl don't you have a family?" "I used to, but one day I accidentally found out I love fucking my dad and now I'm a fucking lumberjack in fucking Montana with-"...Did he just agree?! Did my shameful, filthy fantasies just come true? I hadn't planned for this, what do I even do? Speak probably. I should do that.

"I, wow, I expected you to yell at me, dad. Alright, yeah, let's do it." I let him board my hand and I got up.

I was about to slip my tiny dad back into my pussy, and that was already messed up, but for some reason I'm even more messed up than that. I didn't take him to my old room, where we slept last night and where I still had a bed with perfectly good sheets on it. No, I took him to his room. To the bed that he and mom used to share. My dad was the greatest man I'd ever met, and she broke his heart. I was going to fuck him right where she used to fuck him. Replace her like she replaced him. I laid down on the cool sheets of that king-sized bed and placed him on my stomach.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then he turned and headed for my waistband. I reached underneath both, shorts and panties, and pulled them up. I watched him walk into my shorts all the way down to my slit, and as he approached I let my waistbands back down, leaving him to his own devices and watching the small shape shifting around in my pajamas eagerly. He got to my opening and began rubbing it attempting to get in. I brought my feet closer to my ass and spread my legs, leaving my knees in the air and pulling him tighter against me. I then lowered my hand into my shorts and, with fingers on either side of him, spread my lips, feeling him fall into me with a splat. I laughed at that and then spent the next couple of minutes biting my lip and holding back as he walked into me. Once I was sure he was good and deep I released my lips and let him go about his business. He moved all the way to the end of my pussy and brushed against my cervix.

I flipped over to my belly, my favorite masturbation position, throwing him around inside me. "Sorry dad!" I gasped, though it wasn't entirely sincere, him tumbling around in there felt great. He scrambled onto my cervix and whatever he did to it worked, I felt an orgasm building like a wildfire. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I flipped back over and shut my legs, trapping him inside me and viciously rubbing myself to the finish. I came harder than I ever have. Working him inside me was great but rubbing one out with both of us contributing was fantastic. Even biting into a pillow failed to adequately muffle my scream.

As I came down I felt him shift in there, still stuck to my cervix. I had just fucked my dad. Again. But he knew about it this time and fucked me back. It felt so amazing. Like something I didn't even know I wanted until I had it. Like maybe I could help him get his life back together. Like maybe I could be everything he's been missing. I felt so close to him right now, and suddenly so nervous. I had to make sure this wasn't weird for him. I didn't want him to regret this. I grabbed the headset and did my best to speak.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what this means, or how things are going to change after you get big again, but I just want you to know that I'll love you no matter what. I hope being around me won't be weird after this."

"I love you no matter what happens Stacy, I promise nothing will be weird." Hearing him say those words melted me inside. I didn't have to do anything right away but if he meant it, then maybe, one day, we could talk about a relationship. Nothing public of course, but he was my best friend; people's partners should be their best friends, right? And yes I have completely given in to the dark side, thank you.

"You're not just saying that because I've got you trapped inside me and can do whatever I want with you, right?" Then I felt that sharp sting again, right on the cervix. He bit me! I'm so sensitive there, he's lucky I didn't fuck him again right on the spot. "All right all right, jeez. I believe you."

I laid there staring idly at the ceiling, my hand resting on my waist where, beneath my flesh, my father lay inside me. Everything felt so right, I could only smile as I began drifting to sleep.

"Stacy?"

"Mmmyeah?" I said, still drifting.

"Don't take me in to grow back."

"Huh??" I jolted awake. He wanted to stay like this? I mean, if he did we wouldn't have to worry about being found out, and for some reason I really enjoyed having his whole body crammed up in me but-

"I've been depressed for months now, and this weekend for the first time I've felt happy. I don't want this feeling to go." Too good to be true, had to argue.

"But what about the house? Your life?"

"My job wasn't good Stace, I should have left years ago. And if we tell people I'm missing you'll eventually be willed the house, we can sell it to pay off your student loans."

"Dad...this is crazy...but I have missed you. We could live together this way...if you wanted. I'd be so good to you. Are you sure you want this?"

"If it's not weird for you it's not weird for me." Alright alright, play it cool Stacy, don't agree right away.

"Alright. I think we should take more time to consider it but...I'm definitely considering it."

"Okay. Goodnight Stacy." Double swish.

"Goodnight, dad." We fell asleep like that, with him in me. I woke up and fell back asleep twice the next morning just to keep it that way before I got him out. I eventually agreed to his idea. Well, verbally, anyway. I mentally agreed to it before then. We've been happily together for almost a year now.

Things have been pretty great. Our life together has definitely been interesting. He's wrestled my tongue, been inside my pussy while I'm out in public (my favorite), and twice now I've talked him into going up my ass and wandering around in there with a pen light behind him as he spelunks. I almost lost him last time! My favorite moment though, he has no idea it happened. My mom was on campus one day and she picked me up after class for lunch. She was trying to be there for me more after dad "disappeared". I knew this lunch was coming and made sure to smuggle my dad along inside me that day for the occasion. We sat across each other in one of the little bistros on campus, neither of my parents knowing they were both in the same room. And as my mom talked on about her life and how things weren't going so well with the man she'd left my dad for the tiniest smirk appeared on my face. I sat there in front of her, listening intently and looking her right in the eye while I quietly fucked the man she should have never let get away. Life is great.

Prologue
It was 8 AM on Saturday, and I was severely hung over. I wish I'd been able to sleep longer, but no matter how drunk I've gotten lately, the only sleep I can get has been fitful and strewn with these horrible dreams. I got divorced and lost my wife to an inferior man, at work I lost yet another promotion to yet another inferior man, I'm closer to my 50th birthday than I am to my 40th, and now I've got a drinking problem. Shit, maybe I'm an inferior man.

The only light I have in all this life is my daughter, Stacy. She's freshly 18 and already a sophomore at an instate university; a mechanical engineering major like her old man. She'll be coming over in a couple of hours, and we're going to be spending one last weekend together. I'm so proud of her, and we've always been close, but she doesn't need her dad anymore. Dealing with me in the state I'm in right now would only hold her back, and I don't want that for my girl.

I checked the magazine again; it was still loaded, just like the last four times. Did I mention Stacy was unaware this was our last weekend together? Oh, she won't know what I did, I've booked a month's worth of vacation starting Monday and I'll be driving somewhere in the wilderness far North before I do it; she'll just think her dad went far away and never came back. Better than the truth.

I figured since this was our last weekend together we should do something fun. I've been stealing plans and materials from work, and over the last several months I've been assembling the device. It doesn't look nearly as good as the prototype at work, but my tests have shown it works. It'll at least give Stacy something to remember me by.

I stood up and tucked the gun back away in its hiding spot. I need to find some greasy food and aspirin to cure this headache before Stacy gets here.

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Stacy used her key to come in as I was drinking my coffee and watching the news. As I turned to greet her I was again made proud of just how well her mother and I had done. She was tall, more like me than her mother. She had my bright blue eyes and her mother's round face and extremely pale skin. Her light brown hair (which she also got from me) hung around her head just lower than her jaw. We hugged and kissed and she helped herself to some coffee while we watched the news and made small talk to catch up on things. School was going well, she was having no problem making friends, had a bit of a crush on one of the guys in her math class. Around 11 I decided "What the hell?", now would be as good a time as any.

"You wanna see something cool, Stace?" I turned to her with a grin. I frequently brought projects home from work to tinker on, and this was the phrase I'd been using since she was little to invite her to check them out.

Her face lit up. "Yeah! Wow, it's been years since you brought something home!" That's because of my setbacks at work, but I didn't tell her that.

We went downstairs to the basement where my little workshop was set up. It was a mess, but right in the middle there was what the boys in the lab called the matter compressor (a fucking shrink ray, let's not kid ourselves), jumbled together and as polished as I could make it.

"What is that dad? A laser? Some kind microwave emitter? Oooh, a deathray!" I had to slow her down as she poked at and investigated the device.

"Here, I'll show you! Just put on these goggles, stand back, and watch the recliner over there." I flicked on the machine, aimed it at the chair, and watched Stacy's jaw drop as a bright purple beam of light turned one of the comfiest pieces of furniture in my man cave bite-sized. I grew it back to normal, and we shrunk a few other things around the basement; Stacy facepalmed at my mini-minifridge joke.

"Want to give it a go, sweetheart?" I asked. Perhaps not the wisest move, but what the hell, at least her last memories of me would be good.

"Sure! How does it work?" I showed her the various switches and settings she'd have to tweak before she fired.

"What are you going to shrink, Stace?"

"Can I...well...what about you, dad? That would be awesome! I could put you in my pocket and sneak you into my exams for help!" She said with a big smile. "Wait, does it work on people?"

I didn't know for sure, but it's not like my self preservation instinct was terribly strong at this point. "It does! But you have to be careful, alright? And only for a few minutes." She nodded.

I started toward a clear area on the floor and halted suddenly. "Wait wait wait" I said. I went to the junk drawer and grabbed a couple of small bluetooth headsets I'd retrofitted into walkie-talkies during some downtime. "It's probably going to be hard to hear me at that size, let's use these." Stacy agreed at we fitted and tested the sets.

I stood on my own, watching my daughter beam as she locked the machine on me and hit the fire button. I cringed as purple light surrounded me, and nearly lost my already dubious grip on my breakfast as the world around me seemed to stretch and balloon out. I felt several small earthquakes as my vision cleared, and two larger ones as I finally looked up. Just in front of me on either side was a legging-clad knee about the size of a semi. I followed those up full, toned thighs to a tightly wrapped crotch which I quickly looked up from, to a torso the size of a field covered by a lime green t-shirt a size too big that left little definition to Stacy's modest, but now enormous, breasts. The goggles were hastily thrown up and resting on her forehead, throwing her hair into disarray. One of her hands, with its nails painted a bright yellow (she loves her neons), was covering the full lips of her agape mouth while her eyes, wide with shock and resting above her pointed nose, struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. My own eyes struggled back. She spoke first.

"Dad, holy crap!" I heard through the headset and all around me. "You're so tiny!" I guess enough surprise can get even the brightest minds to state the obvious.

"And you're a skyscraper!" I responded as she winced from the headset. I suppose I really didn't have to shout, but the urge was inescapable. "Sorry!" I said, more quietly this time.

"It's alright. This is so cool! Can I pick you up?" I agreed, and she rested one of her hands flat, palm up, as I climbed into it.

"We should measure how tall you are, I'm guessing it can't be more than an inch!" She said as she stood and carried me, holding me close to her chest. As she walked to my workbench to fetch a ruler she tripped over something and stumbled. Her hand closed around me through the sickening jostling, and I heard a loud crash. When the hand again opened enough for me to peek out of it I looked and saw the matter compressor lying on one side, its tripod toppled and the device itself split into about four large pieces while its power cable hung slack around it from where Stacy had tripped.

I looked up at Stacy's face; she was staring at the wreck of the machine with tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "D-Dad..."

I was screwed, of course. It had taken me months to assemble it, and the parts were stolen duds of custom jobs that I'd repaired, most of them containing rare earths I was able to snag as part of "experimental loss". Where the hell was I going to find palladium, much less an atomic oscillator? I certainly couldn't go in and use the prototype at the lab, it was under tight guard and full-sized me was the only person I could trust who had clearance; asking anyone at the lab for help would expose that I had stolen the plans. No no, I was shrunk for the rest of my life, but maybe that wasn't all bad. I could still have some fun with Stacy this weekend, and when she had to go back to school I'd simply disappear. It would work, and the plan didn't really have to change. I spoke as the first tear began running down her cheek.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart! The lab was aware that it might break and will understand. We'll just have to go in on Monday and zap me back with the other working prototype. I'll probably get scolded, but it won't be a big deal, okay? You'll just get to spend your weekend finding out what having a pocket-sized dad is like!" A lot of lies in there, but she certainly didn't need the truth.

A smile cracked on her face as she sniffled. "Alright dad, if you say so." She croaked with a light chuckle. "I guess it changes some plans though, huh?"

"I don't see why it has to, I definitely want to check things out at this size! Let's do it anyway!" It did take her some convincing past that, but eventually she agreed.

We had lunch, just a sandwich for her and the crumbs for me, and went to the movie just as we had planned. Stacy's outfit didn't have any pockets, and she refused to carry a purse, so she put on a hoodie and I was tucked into the pouch while she smuggled me into the theater. She then lifted me out of the pouch and placed me into the hood on her right shoulder with my very own kernel of popcorn while we watched the big thriller I'd wanted to see. I want to say that I was completely enraptured by my super IMAX experience (another joke that elicited another facepalm), but the truth is my attention was constantly drawn to Stacy. My eyes scanned up her slender neck, watched her long fingers as she grabbed popcorn and brought it to her mouth, her jawline as she chewed, the way her eyes followed the action. She was absolutely beautiful. I also shamefully admit that more than once I caught a view down her t-shirt, just barely able to make out the tops of her breasts somewhere in that dark abyss.

After the movie we came home and had dinner, watched TV and talked, and finally went to bed. We had a hard time working out the sleeping arrangement, but eventually settled on me sleeping on the pillow next to her with a little (enormous) napkin as my blanket. I woke once in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. I looked over at my daughter's sleeping face, and then walked over to it. My body was gently tugged and pushed as she inhaled and exhaled, her breath warm and sweet. Something about being so close to someone so giant was intoxicating, and as I slid off the pillow underneath the covers I all but forgot she was my daughter.

I wanted to get a closer look at her gigantic body. When she came out in her tank top and short pajama shorts, ready for bed, I couldn't take my eyes off her, especially her legs. It's been a long time since I was with a woman, and though I know its wrong it was practically impossible to ignore a woman as beautiful as she is huge. It was so dark though that I couldn't get a good look without traveling far beneath the sheets into the darkness made humid by her own heat, so I climbed back up the pillow and to my own bed and masturbated furiously. It's certain now, I'm an inferior man.

I woke in the morning to her huge blue eyes, each about the size of me, scrunched into a smile and staring right at me. She had apparently had a shower, as ropes of her wet hair were draped all around me on the bed. "Morning dad!"

We were eating breakfast (Stacy makes a mean toaster waffle) and talking about what we were going to do for the day when both our eyes went wide and we simultaneously exclaimed "Shit!". Stacy had plans with her old friends from high school to go to a local water park today, and I was supposed to be taking them.

"Well we clearly can't go! I'll call Sasha and cancel, she'll tell the others."

"Actually no, you can go Stace, the tickets are already bought anyway."

"But what am I supposed to tell them?"

"Just say I couldn't make it, I'll stay here and wait for you."

"Oooh no, you aren't staying here all alone!"

"I'll be fine!"

"You come with me or we both stay." She said, pouting. I could never resist that.

"Alright, I'll ride in your duffel bag, rent a locker and I'll wait in there for you."

Stacy lowered me into the bag and was picked up by her friends, Sasha, Brooke, and Claire. I was placed into the locker and decided to have myself a nap. I awoke what couldn't have been more than an hour later to the locker opening again and my pocket of the bag unzipping. There stood Stacy, hair once again soaked and hanging around her head in ropes, what little makeup was around her eyes now washed away save for small granules. Her body, now clad in a white once piece swimsuit with a red stripe traveling diagonally across it, was soaked to her body with water that reeked of chlorine. She pulled her headset out of her bag and put it on. We appeared to be alone in the locker room.

"Hey dad" She said with a smile. "How are you holding up?"

"Pretty good," I smiled back. "Catching up on some sleep."

"That's good I guess, but I've been thinking. You should come with me! Have some fun in the sun, hit the pool!"

"Stacy, people can't see me like this."

"I know, but they won't have to! I've got a plan."

"And how do you suggest that we keep me hidden, then?"

"You can ride in my suit! If you're between my boobs I should be able to hold you safely without anyone seeing!"

"You what?!"

"I'm okay with it if you are." She smiled.

"Stacy I don't know-"

"Oh come on! It's only weird if you make it weird and I promise to take good care of you." I was definitely tempted, but she was my daughter and-oh what the hell, I said yes.

"Great! But I can't go walking around with this headset, we'll have to have a signal. Just give me a nibble if you need anything and I'll take us right back here okay?"

She picked me up and pushed me between her breasts, down into her suit. This was the only place where my body wouldn't make an imprint pressed onto her form, and I was well hidden. I could hear her voice muffled through walls of flesh "Alright dad, give me a little bite so we know it works." I clamped my teeth down on the soft breast next to me. "Ow! Alright, definitely works! Let's maybe save that for an emergency though!" and we set off, Stacy's soft breasts jiggling around me with each step we took.

We spent some time in the wave pool, with me bobbing up and down between her breasts, getting seasick and wondering how much of the water around me was piss. I have to admit that being surrounded by soft, warm boob flesh was making it worth it though. She chatted with her friends, and I enjoyed the sound of her having fun. These were exactly the type of memories I was hoping to be there for, even if I was only a small part of them now. Small part, get it? Stacy would've loved that one. Eventually she got a little bit away from the group.

"Dad, we're about to go on one of the big waterslides. Lots of loops and turns, but I think I can keep you safe. Should be fun, just hang on okay?" I almost bit her but changed my mind. A boob roller coaster? I didn't even know it was on my bucket list until I had it.

As Stacy made the climb up the stairs the force of her lifting herself up jostled me around and each step slipped me just a little deeper into her cleavage. When she dropped down to take her seat at the beginning of the slide I actually felt my feet emerge from the bottom of her breasts. No big deal though, we'd just adjust after the ride was over and it would assure I wouldn't be falling out of her top. I was jiggled back and forth as the slide made its twists and turns, and then everything took this crazy quality as we entered what felt like one of those big toilet bowl things. The first time her body slid up rather than down I was released from her cleavage, only to be pressed against it as she swirled back down. The second time her body went up my lack of momentum or grip sent me tumbling down her swimsuit, over her ribcage, across her taut stomach, sliding over her surprisingly shaven pubic mound, to the apex of her legs. The next part happened suddenly. Her legs opened as she fell through the toilet bowl and I fell between them. I felt new flesh against my head, and had barely looked up to see the gaping hole of my daughter's sex when the force of her entering the water launched me into it.

At first I didn't register where I was. Stacy had sunk several feet beneath the water and I was surrounded by it on all sides with the wind knocked out of me. I clawed desperately upward, searching madly for air. I eventually broke the surface of the water into a pocket of air, and as I gasped pheromone-filled air I felt my cock unconsciously begin to press into the walls that were squeezing me tight. It was impossibly dark, and the only result turning my head to get a look around produced was a reflexive squeeze from my hair tickling her insides. While my brain was processing the last couple of minutes I could feel the walls around me shift almost weightlessly as Stacy swam to the surface, and then a gentle sway as she made it to the shallow end and walked out of the pool.

I assumed Stacy was making her way to a bathroom to retrieve me, and after a brief pause and a few uncertain steps she seemed to be walking with purpose, but after a couple of minutes she was once again ascending a staircase. Another ride? Really?

I felt her body dip as she sat down again, and then a sudden jolt as she seemed to start falling straight down. I felt like I was in a soft, tight, insane elevator as she presumably traveled down one of those almost vertical high speed slides. Things gradually became horizontal, and suddenly, with the sound of a distant crash a violent torrent of water entered Stacy's body, launching me deeper and wedging me between two walls of flesh somewhere deep inside her. Again, more weightless swimming as she emerged and left the pool, a brief pause and she was off walking again.

As Stacy walked I got my bearings, I was in another air pocket. I was facing downward but not hanging upside down. I felt around, feeling the soft walls of her pussy to my left, and a firmer yet smoother surface to my right. The only thing that could explain this orientation was that I was at the end of Stacy's pussy, wedged between her cervix and vaginal wall. I couldn't believe Stacy hadn't noticed where I was, but I had to get her to notice me. I turned to the wall at my left and gave it a bite. Her whole pussy squeezed tightly, and I could hear a deep moan off in the distance. The walking did not change direction.

A couple of minutes later my earpiece, which had amazingly survived up to this point, began to crackle. "Dad?! Dad are you okay??" Stacy urgently spoke into her mic. I could hear her muffled voice reverberating throughout her body.

"Stacy! Can you hear me? I-I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm um, uh-"

"Inside me, I know." Her walls gave another gentle squeeze as she said this. "Ah! And really far, too. Dad I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, it was an accident; I can breathe and I'm not hurt. Just uh, let's get me out, okay?"

"Yes, alright. Here let me find a stall and uh-What? My dad, why?" Stacy was talking to someone away from the receiver. "No no, wait!" A bunch of fumbling noises followed.

"Hello? Hellooo? Hi dad!" It was the voice of Sasha, Stacy's childhood friend that had lived down the street from us since they were both little. She was practically family, and had no idea the sort of moment she was interrupting.

"I uh-hi Sasha!" I said, trying to sound like everything was normal and I wasn't three feet away from her, an inch tall and lost somewhere inside her best friend.

"Are you feeling better? All Stacy would tell us is that you weren't up to coming out today, something about feeling a little low?" I facepalmed at this one, getting a slight twitch out of Stacy's vagina. She had used my own dad jokes against me.

"She's right Sasha, I'm feeling a little under the weather, I didn't want to risk getting you girls sick."

"I guess I get that, hope you feel better though! Stacy and I are going to ride a few more rides and then we'll bring her home, you should see how pink she's getting from all this sun!"

"Sounds good Sasha, we'll have to have you over for dinner sometime. Can you put Stacy back on, please?"

"Sure thing, ooh and make lasagna when you do! See you later dad!" Kinda wish she wouldn't call me dad right now. It's cute that she thinks of our family as her own, but something about hearing it from someone who isn't genetically family really drives home the point that your entire body is touching a place inside your daughter that you thought no part of you ever would.

More fumbling, then some stumbling as the body around me began moving, and then Stacy's voice picked back up. "H-hey dad, Sasha is dragging me back into the park, I guess we're going to leave the phone in her purse if you need to call back. Are um, are you in a good place right now? Do you need me to come home?" So clever, my girl. This entire situation was bizarre, but if it wasn't bothering her I wasn't going to let it ruin her day.

"I'm fine sweetheart, I think I'll be safe in here. Have a good time and I'll see you at home."

"Y-yeah, I'll see you at home dad. Bye!"

The headset clicked, and I was left in Stacy's warm, humid darkness, listening to her heart and other organs doing their jobs in the distance and thinking that if my air bubble were to run out right now, this wouldn't be such a bad way to go. For me, anyway. Obviously horrifying for Stacy, so I'm glad that it persisted.

We rode several more rides together, though they were a bit more gentle than the first two. On what I can only assume was the Splashdown roller coaster I bounced along with Stacy as the car went click click click up the first ramp and, overwhelmed by the heat and the pheromones and the slick walls around me I pulled out my dick and masturbated inside my daughter. Just as we began sliding down the slope for the big splash Stacy's cervix began twitching next to me, and soon after I came, shooting my load downward in her vagina. I wouldn't find out for sure until later, but she was having an orgasm of her own at that time. I fell asleep shortly after, and was later awakened by the crackle of my headset once again; I could only assume we'd made it home.

"Dad, hey.." Stacy whispered.

"Hey sweetie, are we home?"

"Yeah it's...well it's 7 PM right now."

Holy shit. I'd been inside my daughter for nearly six hours now. "What? How long have we been home?"

"Since about five I think. I tried waking you up, a couple of times, but you just made a bunch of mumbling noises so I let you sleep. I guess you were tired!" She giggled softly.

"I guess I was! Can we get me out now?"

I got nothing but silence for several seconds and then "Yeah, hang on a sec."

I felt the now familiar feeling of her body moving around me as she transported me to another room, and a dip from what I assume was her removing her pants. A faint light then emerged in the tunnel I'd been inhabiting for the last several hours and I could barely make out two fingers with bright yellow nails making their way in after me. It was quite a stretch, but they were barely able to flick me out from between her cervix and wall before catching me and pulling me back out again.

The light was brutal, and my eyes struggled to adjust after so many hours of darkness. The real world smelled so different, and I was brought up to Stacy's weakly smiling face.

"Hey dad" She said awkwardly.

"Hey sweetheart"

"I made your famous lasagna, are you hungry?" She asked after several seconds of silence.

"Yeah, that sounds great, let's eat."

She carried me downstairs and pulled the lasagna out of the oven. She was in her pajamas by now. I stared after her as she bent over to do this, watching the body I had inhabited move around. It filled me with an emotion I couldn't explain.

We ate together in near silence, with only the minimum of small talk. I guess what happened was too strange. I had to clear the air with Stacy, I had to do it before I...well, you know.

"Stace"

"Yeah?"

"Look, about what happened today-"

"I liked it" She blurted. "I liked it a lot. Every second. It was weird at first but after I found out you were okay I had to have more. It's the reason I didn't try harder to get you out in the park, the reason I let you sleep after I got home. I've never felt anything like that and it was amazing having you so close to me. Ever since mom left I've watched you become more and more depressed and you don't deserve that and I know I can take that pain away if you just let me. Look, I know this is fucked up, and I know how I sound right now but I have to say it. I want it again dad, before you get big again I want your little body back inside me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry and this is really fucked up but I had to tell you." She finished looking apprehensive? Worried? Nervous? Some combination of the three.

She was right, this was so fucked up. But she enjoyed it, we both did. And that was probably fucked up too. It was what she wanted though, and I wasn't going to be around much longer anyway. I promised myself I would make our last time together as memorable as I could, and I doubted any other woman on the planet would have such a memory. I looked up at her still apprehensive face.

"I enjoyed it too Stacy. If that's really what you want then yes, I will go back inside you."

Her tense demeanor melted away and the weak smile returned. "I, wow, I expected you to yell at me, dad. Alright, yeah, let's do it." She put her hand on the table and I boarded it, and we left for my room.

She laid down on the bed and placed me on her stomach. I looked up at her and she smiled nervously at me. I smiled right back and began walking towards the waistband of her shorts.

"Here, let me help." She said, lifting the band of her shorts and her panties, allowing me to walk in.

She watched me walk into her shorts, and as I reached the cliff that would take me down between her legs she gently lowered her waistband, leaving me in dim light. I scrambled down to her opening and rubbed up against it. Her panties were pulled taut against me as she spread her legs wide, opening her pussy and allowing me to look inside. Her soft, velvety walls were already soaking wet, and were much more inviting now that it was my choice to enter them. Her hand joined me in her panties and spread her lips even wider, causing me to stumble and land just inside her with a plop, to which she giggled. I walked forward and as I got about half way in she released her lips, leaving me with only the little light that could get through her hole while her legs were spread. The path got narrower and I had to crawl, and eventually opened up again as I once more greeted her cervix. There was a steady stream of her nectar leaking from it and above me I could feel slight rhythmic vibrations that told me she was masturbating.

All of a sudden, Stacy flipped over to her belly, and I was tossed around. "Sorry dad!" In between gasps. I regained my bearings and scrambled up her cervix to the entrance of her womb. Cock in hand, I leaned in and pressed it inside of that opening, fucking away at her deepest recess. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" Just as I was getting close she flipped again and what little light was left disappeared as she slammed her legs shut and screamed. Her orgasm had me pinned under her cervix with it convulsing up and down on top of me, coaxing out my own orgasm and spilling my seed deep into her womb.

As our orgasms subsided and we began to calm down, and laying there on the floor of her vagina with her cervix hugging me like a lover all on its own I gave the first genuine smile I've had in weeks. Stacy's voice then came breathlessly through the headset.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what this means, or how things are going to change after you get big again, but I just want you to know that I'll love you no matter what. I hope being around me won't be weird after this."

"I love you no matter what happens Stacy," I had forgotten how nice it felt for her to say that to me, and I began tearing up as I responded, thinking of the way my life and gone and what I was planning to do before this weekend. "I promise nothing will be weird."

"You're not just saying that because I've got you trapped inside me and can do whatever I want with you, right?" she chided playfully. I gave the cervix in front of me a bite, and was immediately squeezed. "All right all right, jeez. I believe you."

We lay there for a couple of minutes, and I could tell Stacy was drifting off to sleep. This weekend, crazy though it was, meant so much to me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt hope, like everything could be okay.

"Stacy?"

"Mmmyeah?" She said, slightly returning to consciousness.

"Don't take me in to grow back."

"Huh??" Much more awake this time.

"I've been depressed for months now, and this weekend for the first time I've felt happy. I don't want this feeling to go."

"But what about the house? Your life?"

"My job wasn't good Stace, I should have left years ago. And if we tell people I'm missing you'll eventually be willed the house, we can sell it to pay off your student loans."

"Dad...this is crazy...but I have missed you. We could live together this way...if you wanted. I'd be so good to you. Are you sure you want this?"

"If it's not weird for you it's not weird for me."

"Alright. I think we should take more time to consider it but...I'm definitely considering it."

"Okay. Goodnight Stacy."

"Goodnight, dad." We fell asleep with me inside her and I was retrieved the next morning. Ultimately Stacy came to agree with my idea, and I've been living with her as a tiny man for about a year now.

And that's the story of how my daughter saved my life. A little unorthodox, I know, but I've actually been happy ever since. We've had some interesting fun together; days in class and in public where I've been on or within her, evenings spent exploring her mouth and wrestling her tongue, even climbing up her ass a couple of times and exploring the deepest cave in her body, she probably looked ridiculous laying on her bed with a pen light up her ass and moaning! Stacy treats me more like a lover than a father now, and though I don't know where this relationship is headed or how long it will last overall things have been great, and I'm finally happy with my life.