A Visit from Daddy
Chapter 5
January 21, 2005
Dearest Mommy
I am told you have become quite the scamp these days. It must be all
that wonderful stuff that you are receiving through your feeding tube. For shame
on you! I am told you are now trying to seduce some of the younger and more
attractive nurses who see to your care. I do believe that you are overdosing on
youth, a very dangerous characteristic for one of your years. What next, one of
those male orderlies that assist the nurses when they must change your sheets or
give you a sponge bath? Which parts of your naked body do they get to sponge or
rub dry?
I must say that the latest pictures do show you to be positively radiant
despite the fact that your bare belly appears to be growing rounder with each
set of pictures that I receive. I also cannot resist commenting on the condition
of your widening orifices which are obviously yielding quite easily now that
your flesh has had some of its elasticity restored.
As for myself, I am well and very happy now that all of us, and that
includes daddy, have reached a type of quid pro quo. Jennifer and I are working
diligently to repair the breach that occurred a few months ago. I spend hours
apologizing to her child-like pubes with devoted tongue and lips as she gives
off those girlish sighs that make me positively drip with desire for her firm
youthful body.
She is now as smooth and sleek as a seal pup and she tastes sweet and at
the same time salty when I let my tongue roam up and down her hairless form,
stopping like some bee to sample her nectar. She has armpits that are treasure
troves of taste and aroma, constantly changing with every visit that I make.
Her sweet little toes are delightful to suck; I find myself sometimes
spending hours moving from one delicious foot to the other, and then retracing
my steps to get still another sample of the marvelous scents and flavors that
exist between those enchanting digits. I realize how foolish this may sound to
you, but I am in love, and can offer no other defense for my behavior.
Now let me get to the heart of the matter, what has been transpiring at
my home. As you probably have already surmised, it all revolves around daddy.
Just so there is no misunderstanding on your part, daddy is the source of your
youth. Your slave is the source of Jennifer's regression to a child-like state,
one based on her free choice, and one which pleases me greatly. Naturally I also
am benefitting from this gift, as are Mistress Monica and Magda, both to a
lesser degree, by their own free choice.
It was Jennnifer who discovered quite by accident that the mysterious
fluid dripping from daddy's appendage contained some kind of chemical that
created changes in her, resulting in a reversal of the aging process. During one
of her sessions with the creature, now only known to all of us as daddy,
Jennifer came into contact with the material that had just started oozing from
its appendage. She claims that she immediately washed her hands thoroughly, but
by the next morning the area of skin that had come into contact with this fluid
had changed dramatically. That area was firmer with a subtly different texture
and shade to it.
Of interest it was at this time that it was noticed by Mistress Monica
that daddy's ejaculations were becoming not only more frequent but the volume of
ejaculate that was being produced also was increasing. Coupled with this, slave
Bonnie began to undergo changes that we were a bit slow in detecting. In her
case she was directly ingesting the material now being produced by daddy. For a
time there were no obvious differences in her physical appearance. In point of
fact we were not paying very much attention to Bonnie, for after all she was
merely a slave, like daddy.
Meanwhile Jennifer, began to connect the change in her skin to the
material issuing from daddy. The young lady began to experiment, deliberately
allowing this fluid to come into contact with other portions of her skin, her
nails, even her hair. The results were startling. The material seemed to have
the power to increase the strength of her nails and hair and somewhat enhance
their growth. In the case of her skin it was the same as her initial
observation, the areas were firmer and slightly different in shade and texture.
It was after a day or so of serious thought that Jennifer took the step
that formed the strong bond that immediately developed between her and daddy.
According to Jennifer, it took less than a day for her to realize the
significance of what she had done. Jennifer decided to sample the liquid that
issued from the slave's appendage. One taste was all it took. She described it
as sweet with a very pleasant, soothing finish, much the same as sipping a
liqueur.
Then the strangest mood came over her; she felt rage towards the slave,
although she knew not what was causing this strong emotion to take control of
her. She searched about the room to find something to use on the slave's
appendage, discovering a broom handle standing in one corner. How such an
implement came to be in her sitting room was a great mystery to her, but she
took it up and began smashing it across the now quite rigid proturberance that
jutted from the slave's loins. The flow of mystery material now increased
dramatically, spurting onto her clothing as well as the carpet in her room. She
was at first repelled by this occurrence, but then became quite calm, in fact
satisfied, by what she had just done. From that time on those two formed what
could only be described as a symbiotic relationship.
It is going to be very difficult to avoid sounding like a person
suffering from dementia when I describe the occurrences that soon followed.
Things have changed so much, that there are times that I feel as if I have been
transported to another planet. At this time my emotions are such that it is
necessary to terminate this missive, but I do faithfully promise to continue
this story once I have regained my equilibrium. I would be less than forthright
if I did not reveal the fact that I have instructed those tending you to cease
adding this substance to your diet until further notice. You will understand the
reason for my instruction once you know all that has happened here.
January 30, 2005
Dearest Mommy
You have disappointed me tremendously, I am devastated! You richly
deserve the consequences of your behavior. I am informed that you are now on a
quadruple feeding cycle sans the elixir, which is what the staff calls that
special ingredient that you had been receiving. They tell me that you have
gained nearly six pounds in the past week thanks to not only the amount of food
that is being forced into you, but also to the type of food that is now being
used. For your information it is a very high calorie formula especially designed
for those suffering from eating disorders such as anorexia nervosa and the like.
I am told that some claim that this particular formulation also significantly
increases the sex drive of those consuming it for any length of time.
Thus I am amused to find that your sex drive is also being elevated by
special drugs that are included in your food as well as introduced
intravenously. The photographs of you involved with as many as three attractive
young nurses at the same time are quite entertaining. Even though the speculums
have done an excellent job of opening your orifices, I am still most impressed
by your ability to take a fist in both at the same time.
Is there any truth to the hint that you might actually be considering
having sexual congress with one of those very well hung orderlies? That will be
a first that I never would have expected from you. I don't know if I can fully
attribute this sea change in your attitude towards members of the opposite sex
to the elixir, I think not. Considering the fact that you are in a strait jacket
with your private parts totally available, and have ceased to have a special
place in the hearts of your caretakers, how can this decision actually be yours?
Enough of such idle speculation, let me get to what is important, namely how
things have come to be what they are for all concerned.
As I mentioned previously, daddy was undergoing some significant changes
that manifested themselves in both the frequency and volume of his ejaculations.
Initially Mistress Monica found it messy, rather than threatening. She put slave
Bonnie to work making sure that she ingested daddy's discharges. After a few
days the poor girl was unable to fulfill her responsibilities; she was now
ingesting nearly a liter of his spendings in a day and it was beginning to cause
major changes in her internal organs. We did not understand at the time it was
occurring that such organs as her stomach, lungs and digestive tract were being
reduced in capacity.
Magda was responding to daddy's metamorphosis in typical fashion, the
firm and frequent application of the cane to the slave's private parts with
emphasis on the appendage. In retrospect it would have been much more effective
to concentrate on the slave's testicles which were the source of the ejaculate.
However in her defense I must mention that daddy had already produced a
significant change in Jennifer's personality vis-a-vis daddy, and most likely
the slave was controlling certain portions of Magda's higher brain functions in
much the same manner.
Even as I put these words to paper I realize that it must sound like the
utterances of someone who has lost her mind. All I can say is that there are
four of us, not including slave Bonnie, who know full well that daddy has
assumed a new persona by means that are beyond our ability to understand.
As we now know, the caning acted as a stimulus rather than a deterent to
the further production of this marvelous elixir to which we have in varying
degrees become rather addicted to. It also seemed to accelerate the growth of
daddy's appendage in both length and girth. The larger it became, the more
ejaculate was released. Mistress Monica, who has displayed a stronger will than
the rest of us, decided that the only good way to handle the matter of the
slave's spendings was to force daddy to ingest the ejaculate. At the peak, daddy
was generating between two and three liters per day of this material. We had no
idea about its digestive properties; slave Bonnie had not had sufficient time to
produce enough waste for us to estimate how much her body actually retained.
I have just reread what I've written and must conclude that there is
such a welter of information contained here, that further efforts to complete my
story of this first phase in daddy's development must be tabled for a future
time. Perhaps in the interim you will have recovered your equilibrium to the
point that I may dare to consider a schedule that will result in our being
reunited.
