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The sun was starting to set, and Allie was starting to regret wearing a crop top so early in the season.

She sat on the cold concrete bench in front of her middle school's entrance, her classmates flood out around her. They piled into their waiting parent's cars, and she watched as they hugged their fathers and mothers, gave them a kiss on the cheek, and then set off back home.

Probably for dinner, she figured. Allie bit her lip, willing back the sudden pang of emotion that swept through her. She hadn't had a relationship like that with her mother in a long time.

She closed her eyes, ignoring the wetness in them. Things had been hard since her father passed away, and while Allie first clung to her mother for dear life and comfort, once she hit her teens, she started to push her away. What should have been a normal teenage rebellious stage was made more painful by the constant reminder she was hating the only parent she had left.

Well, perhaps 'hating' was a strong word, but what Allie felt as another cold breeze brushed across her body was pretty close to it. Why wasn't Mom picking up? She'd called her four, maybe five times by now, and still nothing. Even though their relationship had suffered, Mom was always on time to pick her up from school, especially since it was cold out and Allie wasn't exactly wearing the warmest of clothes.

Maybe that was it? Maybe Mom was punishing her for going to school more scantily clad than usual? She'd been pushing boundaries on clothes for a while as a way to rebel, but her mother, while obviously disapproving, had taken it in stride. This morning, though, she'd warned Allie about the weather and suggested wearing a sweater. Allie had just sniffed dismissively and walked to the bus.

Well, if that was what Mom was doing, she had a point. Allie looked down at herself, shaking her head. That morning, she'd picked out a black lace corset that came up past the small, sad excuses she had for breasts, and pulled a nearly see through white blouse over it. After doing up her makeup - thick, red lipstick heavy blush and eyeliner - she'd pulled on the shortest skirt she owned, just barely long enough to be appropriate for the dress code.

Allie was trying to express her newfound sexuality - she was a teenager now, after all! - but her body simply did not cooperate. While her makeup was flawless and her choice in clothes would have made her look drop-dead gorgeous if she were older, with her body as it was, she looked like a child playing dress up.

Her ass was flat and undeveloped, so her skirt hung loose and straight. Her breasts barely existed, and the corset that was supposed to accent her chest simply hung empty. She was short, not even five feet, and while her arms and legs were slender, they weren't shapely like an older girl's.

Another breeze blew and she shivered again, shaking her head and standing up. Maybe her mom was right about the clothes she wore. Maybe she wasn't old enough. She definitely wasn't warm enough. But if Mom wasn't coming, she'd just have to walk home.

Luckily, she'd walked home often enough that she could remember the way. It took her through several relatively safe neighborhoods, and though she kept her penknife out at all times, there wasn't a single instance where she felt like she would need it. Soon Allie saw the welcoming, lopsided shape of her home, and she resolved then and there to apologize to her mother the moment she could.

She never got to.

The first thing that hit her when she opened the door was the smell. It was almost overwhelming, and she fought the urge to gag as she stepped inside, leaving the door open for the place to air out. An unsettling sense of unease gathered in her stomach, and against her better judgement she took another step inside. Something was wrong.

"...Mom?" she called. The entryway was fine, not a thing out of place. Mom's and her brother Al's shoes were there, neatly tucked away in their cubby. There was a third pair that she didn't recognize. Size 15, ratty black skater shoes. She leaned down and sniffed. They were rank, but not the source of the smell.

The living room seemed fine, too. A glance to her left showed that it was clean as ever, the light on and ceiling fan lazily spinning around. Usually, Al would be vegging on the couch at this point, watching - she checked her watch - one of his anime shows. He might have a bowl of chips next to him, but lately Mom had been taking that away. The grease in the chips were going to give him a heart attack someday, she thought. Allie couldn't blame her for the worry. A bowl of chips weren't going to hurt, but it was how Dad died, after all.

Allie continued to creep down the hall, unable to push away the feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong. For Mom not to come pick her up was one thing, but for her to leave something that smelled so strongly was something she'd never do. Something must've happened. Something-

She rounded the corner into the kitchen and fell to her knees, retching.

The smell had hit her like a brick the second she poked her head in, her vision blurring with tears as she gagged on all fours. Try as it might, her nose couldn't adjust to the smell, and the urge to vomit just got worse and worse. It took her a few moments to calm herself long enough to wipe her eyes clear and look up.

What she saw sickened her. The floor and walls were smeared with shit, and small coils of dung were piled on the chairs, on the table, even in the corners. Each log was thick and long, two feet on average, made up of greasy green chunks held together with shit slime. The only exceptions were the occasional pile of mushed up shit in haphazard mountains here and there. This looked like it was chewed up and spit out, mixed with chunks of... something, anyways.

The trail of destruction led her eyes to the counter, Four pies sat on the stove. Three were half-eaten and filled with shit. The fourth looked pristine, but if Allie had to guess, that one was filled with shit, too. It seemed the stench that haunted the house came from somebody literally cooking with shit.

She shook her head and used the doorframe to hoist herself up, feeling woozy on her feet. She wasn't sure what happened to Mom or Al, but she had to get out of there, fast. Call the police or something. Thank God that Brianne was at her aunt's for the week - the thought of her little sister being subjected to whatever had happened here... well, she couldn't bare to think about it for long.

Allie turned to leave, and had she followed through she might have made it out, but standing gave her a new vantage point in the kitchen, and she caught a glimpse of something... flesh colored, and moving. She craned her neck some and gasped - it was Al!

Al was curled up in the kitchen corner, holding his belly. She wasn't certain if he was awake or not. Half of his body was covered in shit, especially his face and mouth. Allie took a half-certain step in. "...Al?"

Al groaned and turned to face her, and Allie gasped, taking a step back into a pile of shit, falling on her ass with a squelch. Al's belly was distended far beyond what she'd ever seen before, covered in stretch marks. Her brother's eyes fluttered open and he tried to say something, but all that came out was a wet retch and a flood of shit, which splattered to the ground in front of him. Allie couldn't handle it anymore; she folded over and retched once, twice before vomiting on the ground in front of her. That set Al off again, and he vomited another stomachful of shit.

It took Allie a few moments to finish, and by the time she was done her immaculate outfit was covered in yellow, chunky bile. Feeling too weak to stand up, she forced herself to crawl towards Al.

"Al, what... what's going on?" she managed, her voice raw from the acid in her vomit. Al just shook his head, holding back another round of vomit. "Al, this wasn't... you, was it? Where's Mom?" A tear came to Al's eye, and Allie pushed. "Al, where's Mom? Is she okay? Do I - fuck, I need to find Mom, no, I need to call someone, I need to call someone and then we need to get you out, and we need to find-"

A deep, commanding voice growled from the doorway. "Why look for your Mama when she's already here, slut?" Allie turned around to find the revolting abomination that had become of her mother: Toilet. "Course, I prefer 'he' now, and you can call me Toilet. Or Daddy."

Allie was too stunned to say anything. She could recognize the being in front of her as her mother - the facial structure was there, way he held himself, just his general aura - but nothing else even resembled the person she remembered.

Allie's mother, Diane, was a mother's mother. She was beautiful once, with an hourglass figure, long, flowing brown hair, and a radiant smile. Her body was more pair than hourglass now, and her hair was beginning to gray, but the smile was still there, warming and welcoming like a mother's smile should be.

But this... thing, this 'Toilet', it wanted to be called, was not her mother. This thing was young, maybe in his twenties or early thirties, and his ridiculously large breasts rivaled watermelons, while Diane's bust was narrow and perky. He was covered in a thick, greasy mat of curly black hair from his chest all the way down to his balls, and he had the figure of someone who worked out twice a day, unlike her mother, who hadn't seen a treadmill in ages. Possibly the most stark difference was that where her mother would have a vagina (Allie assumed, having never saw it), Toilet had a massive, drooling cock and a pair of hanging balls. It was slathered in layers of smeg, shit and snot, dangling almost a foot long in its half-flaccid state, and veins danced all around the thick pole.

Toilet let her stare a moment before sneering at her. "C'mon, bitch, dontcha know how to greet your dear mother?" Allie's eyes widened. Only Diane knew that she once called her that - this had to be her.

"Mom? What the... who the, what happened? What did they do to you, what did they do to Al?" Allie scrambled to her feet, taking a few steps forward the creature. She didn't yet fear it, or at least no longer did now that she knew Toilet was her mother... or, father.

Toilet embraced Allie, who returned the gesture at first, but then began to gag on Toilet's rancid scent. Her father didn't let his daughter go, instead holding firm and grinding against her.

"Oh, nothing bad happened honey, Al's bully, Wes, just came into my life and made me perfect. Just like he's going to make you perfect." Al began struggling to shout for Allie to run, but instead started vomiting shit again. Toilet glared at him, but he didn't need to silence him.

As if on cue, the heavy thuds of Wes' footsteps sounded behind the disgusting beast. Allie could smell his rancid breath even over Toilet's body odor. "What have we here?" Wes asked.

"Got our daughter, finally home from school, dear," Toilet replied with a purr. He almost sounded like the mother Allie once knew, but as the sharp stench assaulted her like knives, she knew that there was nothing left of Diane. Grasping onto consciousness, she gripped Toilet's side and used him as leverage as she kneed at his massive balls. At that distance, she couldn't miss. And she didn't.

All it did to Toilet, however, was make him wince a bit. "Now, now, that's not any way to treat your daddy, is it?"

Wes chuckled a bit. "Remember you told me this one had some issues, yeah?"

Toilet nodded, grunting a bit as he pressed his daughter's nose deep into his pit. She struggled a few more seconds before passing out from lack of oxygen. "Yeah, she and I had issues, just normal teenage rebellion. I mean, look at the sexy shit she's wearing!"

The bully nodded, reaching down and groping her underage ass. "Flat," he said. "Flat, but I think I can do something with it. How about we fix that rebellion?"

Toilet raised an eyebrow, crouching next to his daughter so that his cock rested on her cheek. "How could we do that?"

"Well... let's have a little fun, first. Then we'll make her into daddy's little girl."

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Allie's eyes fluttered open some time later, and she was surprised to find herself on her bed. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and carefully looked around the room. Everything was exactly how she left it. The rancid, overwhelming smell from the kitchen wasn't here, either; she thought she'd have smelled it through the entire house. Perhaps it was all a dream..?

She listened. Not a sound.

Her alarm clock told her it was nearly midnight. It must have been just a nightmare. She couldn't quite remember the day before, but that was no big deal, right? Probably just from being so tired.

A smile crept across her face. It was a dream. All just a dream. Al was fine, Mom was fine, and she could go back to bed... or so she thought. Her stomach growled, and she realized how hungry she was. It was like she hadn't eaten since lunch!

Groaning in annoyance, she sat up out of bed and started to make her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Mom usually kept a bowl of salad for late night cravings like this; she'd surely understand Allie's eating it.

She stopped halfway down the stairs, looking at the family photo wall. It held pictures of everyone in the family. Grandma, Grandpa, her and both of her siblings, aunt, uncles, and cousins. Everyone but herself and Dad. Mom never put up pictures of herself. She thought it would make her seem stuck up. Allie smiled and shook her head, proceeding down the stairs.

The kitchen was clean, too, and she knew there was no way anyone could restore the kitchen from the disaster it was to its former glory in just a few hours. Any lingering doubts she had about what had happened were gone; it was certainly just a dream.

The light from the fridge hurt her eyes as she opened it, and she took a step back, shielding her face from the harsh glare... stepping into something soft, yet hairy.

"What the fuck?" she yelled, spinning around to see Toilet standing there with a grin.

"Now now, that's no way to talk to your Daddy," Toilet growled, grabbing her by the arm.

Allie struggled to pull away, but while Diane wouldn't have the strength to keep her, Toilet did. "I think that it's time we repair our relationship, don't you?"

The teen's heart sank. "What... what do you mean?"

Toilet only grinned, and a shadowed figure loomed behind him. Allie couldn't see him, but he recognized the smell that came with him; Wes.

"Oh, nothing, really," Wes said. "I just... wish you could be a proper Daddy's girl, like you used to be."

Allie tried to reply, but her breath caught in her throat. She recognized thoughts that weren't her own flooding her brain, and though she tried to fight it, they slowly began to push out her real thoughts.

First to go was every instinct in her that was revolted by Toilet's disgusting state. The horror of seeing her mother turned into her father, of seeing Diane's pert breasts turn into Toilet's ridiculous watermelons, of seeing a massive cock where a pussy should be slowly faded away, replaced by ambivalence, and soon, acceptance. Why should she be worried? Sure it might not be right for Diane to look like that, but this wasn't Diane, but Toilet. And shouldn't she accept Toilet as he was?

Then went her natural disgust with filth. The sight of Toilet's cock dripping smegma was enough to make her heave earlier; now she simply accepted it as part of who he was. When men don't wash their cocks, smegma builds up. It was simply how it was, and since Toilet didn't wash, there was smegma. It's cause and effect. What reason was there to get disgusted by something so natural?

The same line of thinking destroyed her disgust with his nudity, the revolting state of his hair, and the greasy sheen that coated his body. Wasn't it natural to be naked? Wasn't it natural not to wash your hair? Wasn't it natural not to wash at all? It was washing that was the unnatural thing, so the fact that Toilet refused to do it shouldn't be a big deal. It shouldn't be a reason to be disgusted with him.

Finally, her feelings of annoyance with her mother and horror at her transformation into Toilet were replaced with love for Toilet as he was. The love that replaced it wasn't the normal familial love that she'd once felt for Diane; no, it was even worse than that. Allie knew deep inside that Toilet was the love of her life, and that she existed solely to get attention from him. She would serve his every need, because she was Daddy's perfect little girl, and serving him meant he loved her.

Slowly, she stopped struggling, and the expression on her face became blank. Toilet pulled her closer, enveloping her between his tits and groping at her chest. "Theeere we go," he cooed. "There we go, that's better. Are we feeling better, beautiful?"

Allie nodded once, blinked, and then nodded again as a smile spread across her face. "I'm feelin great, Daddy!" she said as she leaned into Toilet, stroking his hair-matted breasts with one hand. The gesture was purely familial, however, and he frowned.

Wes grinned a bit, getting the gist of what he wanted, and was on it. "I wish you'd be more sexual with your Daddy. It's okay to fuck Daddy, it's what makes you two close."

Almost immediately Allie's posture changed. Her mind set about erasing years of conditioning against incest, and more years of conditioning against appearing sexual at all. While she did her best to dress sexy at school, that was simple rebellion; her new mindset embraced sexuality in a real and lasting way.

Where once there was hesitation towards exposing herself there was now an urge. Where once she would blush and look away at the sight of any genitals, now she'd just feel the need to worship it. Her sexuality became twisted; she told herself she was only into men, but now felt an attraction to breasts and cunts, as well as the usual cock and balls. After all, if Toilet had breasts, they must be good, right? And if he had breasts, cunts must be good as well, even if he didn't technically have one. Boipussies count, right?

A warm smile spread across her face, and she leaned into Toilet's breasts. The hand brushing against his chest now focused on tweaking his nipples, and her free hand slid down inside her panties as to pleasure herself.

"There we go, that's how it should be," Toilet murmured into her head, pulling her close. She simply moaned in response, suddenly feeling incredibly empty. Toilet sensed her need and grinned, sliding a hand down so he could finger her pussy.

They stayed like that a while, groping each other in the kitchen, until Wes coughed quietly behind them. Toilet raised his eyebrows and looked up, then grinned, pulling his daughter away and kneeling down to her level. "What do you say we take this to somewhere more comfortable, hmn?"

Allie nodded, giving Toilet a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, daddy dear!" Toilet held her hand and led her to the master bedroom, where Toilet and Wes had spent hours destroying each other's holes while they waited for Allie to wake up. They ignored Al, who was curled up in a small ball in the hallway. Shit dribbled from his maw onto his cheek; judging by how dried it was, it'd been a while since he'd bothered drying to wipe it away.

The bedroom looked incredibly different from the last time Allie had seen it. Diane had always kept it spartan but welcoming, just as they'd had it when Dad was alive. She'd even kept his side of the bed made every morning, even though whenever she slept she ended up migrating towards the middle anyways. The bedsheets were a clean cream color, the drapes were always drawn, and the dresser was clean except for a small television that she never used.

What she saw now was nothing like it was. The bed and the dresser were both still there, as was the television, but the rest of the room had... changed. Shit splattered the walls and the beige carpet, and blotches of yellow and brown marred the cream drapes. The bed itself was a pigsty, and the sheets were barely visible underneath the mounds of shit and the puddles of piss the two had made while they were waiting. Dozens of dildos, cock rings, and other sex toys she didn't even know the function of littered the dresser and the bed, and the framed wedding photo lay on the ground, shattered and piss soaked.

Allie knew full well that such a sight should devastate her, disgust her beyond all repair. And yet... all she felt was joy. After all, Toilet had made this, and she was Toilet's little girl! Therefore, none of this could possibly be bad.

Toilet carried Allie to the bed and laid her down on top of him, most of her body pressed against his throbbing, greasy cock. "My darling," he murmured in her ears, "are you ready to lose your virginity?"

"Anything, Daddy!" she whispered back.

Toilet grinned. "Not to me. To our Master, Wes."

Allie cocked her head. Master Wes? But no one had said anything about Wes being her master, only Toilet's. But then... if Wes was Toilet's master, and she was Toilet's little girl, then wouldn't that make her Wes', too? It made sense to her and so she shrugged, arching her back a little to show Wes her thick ass. If Toilet was okay with it, so was she.

Wes grunted approvingly and walked behind the bed, lifting Allie's skirt so he could get a better view of that young teen ass. She was wearing black and white striped panties that only served to accentuate her ass's size - probably on purpose, he realized. The front of them were soaked in her arousal, probably the first time that had happened in her young life.

That would have made things easier for him, but Wes didn't want to take her vaginal virginity; if he wanted a pussy, he had Toilet's boipussy, or soon the pussy of their youngest. Besides, he and Toilet had already agreed that Allie's cunt was Toilet's to pump rancid cum and piss into. No, he was more interested in the young girl's asshole.

Wes pulled down Allie's panties slowly, sending shivers up her spine as he did so, and exposing her lilywhite ass to the air. Nice and round. He sighed happily, roughly prying apart those plush cheeks to get at the real prize. And what he found was as beautiful as he'd have hoped.

Despite her youth and good looks, not all parts of Allie were conventionally attractive. Aside from her flat chest, she was also cursed with a puffy, brown asshole. She hated how it continually leaked and that she had to wipe it four times a day just to keep it clean, but Wes... Wes had always adored that type of ass.

He leaned forward and pressed his nose against her taint before taking in a long huff, eyes rolling back at the scent that she'd built up only through a few hours of sleep. Strong, salty, with just the right amount of earthy shit undertones to keep him happy. His tongue pressed against the warm, throbbing skin, and she let out a small squeal. The feeling was... foreign, to say the least.

Wes began to slurp at Allie's rosebud and found that the taste was just as good as the smell. The wrinkled texture of her star worked him up wild, and before long he was huffing, groaning into her ass as he made certain his tongue washed clean every inch that he could reach. The pig even plunged his tongue inside, shivering at the sharp taste of dung.

Allie moaned all the while, one hand still pleasuring her cunt as she tried to deal with all these unfamiliar feelings. Toilet stroked her hair and guided her through it, sometimes whispering sweet nothings in her ear when she became too overwhelmed. The scene might have been touching had it not been the ruining of a family that made it possible.

Finally came the time for Wes to start in earnest. He pulled back, chubby chest heaving with exetertion, and flopped his belly on Allie's back. She struggled a little under the weight, but she managed. He reached beneath his flub, finding his cock and lining it up with her hole. "Ready, bitch?" he growled.

Allie whimpered a bit and looked up at Toilet, who nodded encouragingly. "It'll be okay," he murmured.

And with that Wes plunged in.

Allie let out a silent gasp as her asshole cried out in pain at the thick, unlubed invasion. Her knees buckled a little, held up only by the strength of Toilet's arms, and more than a few tears came to her eyes. Wes was kind enough to hold there a moment and let her get used to the feeling of ass-splitting cock inside her, but it didn't take long before he became impatient and impaled her the rest of the way. Soon he was balls deep, and Allie was writhing, impaled on Wes' thick cock. The only lube he'd bothered to use was his natural smegma, and while it was greasy and disgusting, it tended to only clump up when used like that.

"Shh, shh," Toilet whispered into Allie's ear. Allie groaned in pain, taking deep breaths to try and calm the fire in her ass.

Wes groaned at the feeling of Allie's tight walls pulsing at his cock, struggling to push it out. A small bit of shit provided the only lube he needed, and he started to thrust in and out, starting slow and soon picking up to a quick, steady speed.

Allie's eyes rolled back, and she drooled onto Toilet's breasts, letting out a small exclamation at the apex of each thrust. Toilet knew that she'd learned it from porn - Diane would have been ashamed, but Toilet was proud of his daughter for taking her own initiative.

Wes, however, was less fond of the noises. "Shut her up, will ya slut?" he grunted between thrusts.

Toilet nodded and heaved up one of his breasts, pushing the nipple into Allie's mouth. She instinctually wrapped her lips around the erect appendage and began to suckle. A flood of sour, chunky milk flooded her mouth, and Toilet had to force her lips to stay closed as she retched at the taste.

Soon the disgusting milk did its work, helped in no small part by Allie's mental gymnastics making everything Toilet did perfect, and the young girl began to crave the greasy, disgusting slop. It relaxed her, made her hole looser, her pussy wetter, and her mind blanker. All to please her daddy.

"Such a good girl," Toilet cooed, pulling her off his nipple with a wet schlurp. She groaned in response, looking into his eyes for a moment before pushing forward into her first kiss.

She was surprisingly talented, this being her first time; she felt no hesitation in plunging her tongue into Toilet's mouth, and eagerly explored the wet cavern presented to her. Toilet, on his part, was happy to let his daughter do most of the work for a while. Finally he started in on his own, resting a hand behind her head and wrestling with her tongue.

He allowed them to stay in his maw for a while, but soon he pushed the fighting back into hers, flooding her with copious amounts of thick, nasty drool. She let it dribble down her chin, swallowing occasionally just to continue breathing. She'd never felt something so pleasurable in her life, but that was about to change.

Wes had been pounding in the whole time, turned on by the incestual scene, but the loosening of Allie's asshole reminded him of something. "Yknow," he said, "I wish that you were more like your daddy, Allie." Allie pulled back in confusion, and Wes grinned. "Yknow, he's more compatible with me, sexually. You should be, too."

At once the changes began. Allie let out a choked gasp, and her chest began to tingle. Looking down, her heart fluttered as she saw what was once now barely visible swell into a bosom worth having - and then further and further than that. Her shirt struggled to contain it all, because in the matter of moments her flat chest had swelled past a respectable D cup all the way into an F cup, rivalling her daddy's bust.

Allie let out another gasp, but this time one of pleasure. "D-Daddy!" she cried out between Wes' thrusts. "Daddy, my tits are coming in!"

"Course they are sweety, you take after your old man!" Toilet said, pulling them out of their prison and putting one of her nipples in his mouth. He suckled a bit and her eyes rolled back, toes curling as she felt the pleasure of fully working nipples for the first time.

That wasn't all of her changes, though. Like her daddy, Allie's ass began to swell until it was a soft, pillowy shelf, which Wes was happy to grab and roughly yank open, unafraid to leave bruises where his fingers were. All that was important to him was fucking her asshole, which began loose and sloppy along with the growth of her ass.

Allie barely noticed the growth of her ass, however; she was more interested in the sudden itching feeling that spouted all across her body. She looked down at herself curiously, then looked up at her daddy. Toilet wore a huge grin, but didn't say anything. Allie soon found out for herself what was going on.

Everywhere around her body, hair was sprouting like grass. It started first on her breasts, thickening to a decent black forest that wisped across her nipples like it was brushed there. Then the hairs began to curl, transitioning from soft and silky to coarse and curled, just like Toilet's. The forest began to spread, first to cover the rest of her chest, then down her belly to meet with the pubes around her increasingly hairy cunt. From there it travelled up her taint, rounded her pillowed ass, rimmed her stretched asshole, and finally crept up her back until it reached her shoulders. And as the crowning touch, her eyebrows grew furrier and longer until finally they melded into a big, bushy unibrow.

Toilet didn't say a word about what had happened, but he didn't have to. Allie knew instinctively what she now looked like, but her first thoughts weren't about what she'd do at school, or that she looked ugly, but only that she now looked just like her daddy.

"Oh god, Daddy, I love you!" she said, throwing her arms around Toilet's chest.

Wes grinned at the exchange, but he wasn't done yet. "Hmnn... it's good," he murmured, feeling himself get close, "but not good enough. Toilet here went from woman to man, so you need to change equally as twistedly."

Toilet nodded. "But not to be a guy, right? You said I'm the only man in your life." Allie opened her mouth to say something, but Toilet cut her off with a kiss. "Don't be silly, Al isn't a man, he's a shitbitch." Allie just giggled in return and laid her head on her daddy's chest.

Wes had an idea, and leaned down to whisper it to Toilet. After a few moments, Toilet grinned and nodded. He slid out from under Allie, who protested at first, but a single shush from her daddy quieted her up. Once he lined his cock up with her lips, all was well.

"I wish..." Wes began, then hesitated. Toilet nodded approvingly, sliding his cock down his daughter's throat. She began to gag and retch, barely able to breathe, but she was happy to do it.

Nodding, Wes grinned and continued. "I wish that Allie was as fucked up as she can be; I wish her mouth and nose would turn into the nasty cunt it's being used as. If she needs to talk, she can do it through the lips on her breasts."

Allie's eyes widened in surprise, but as she tried to talk, she found her mouth was turning into nothing more than a cunt for her daddy to fuck. That might have worried her, but the pleasure that comes with it was just as real as the pussy lips that now replaced her mouth and nose; she began to make pleasured, happy noises, and as the lips on her breasts began to grow in, replacing her nipples, she began to cry out. "F-fuck, fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!"

'Daddy' complied happily, slamming his grotesque cock down his daughter's cunt-lips. A disgusting green ooze began to glop out of her lips and her cunts; the snot that was supposed to be in her nose was leaking out of every orifice instead, asshole included. Neither Wes nor Toilet minded; they just leaned over, making out as they ravaged each side of Allie's body.

The two went on like that for ages, bringing Allie to mind-shattering orgasms almost every minute they fucked her. The snot worked like some sort of aphrodisiac, enhancing even the small minutia of the sexual sensations coursing through her body so that just rubbing her back would send her into spasmic shivers.

Eventually they both felt close, and Toilet pulled back from kissing Wes for just a moment. "Al! Get your fucking ass in here!"

By this point, Al knew better than to ignore his new daddy and master, so he crawled into the bedroom, whimpering in fear. "What do-"

The sight that greeted him was worse than he could ever think of. First his mother was turned into Toilet, and now his sister was perverted into this grotesque, hairy, sexual... thing that existed only for fucking. Her goddamn mouth and nose was a cunt, for god's sake!

Overtaken, Al fell to his knees and began to vomit. Nothing came out but shit. Wes and Toilet looked at each other, and after one final kiss, flooded the young teen girl with pints of rotten, chunky cum.

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