The Perfect Storm: Daddy Day Camp 1
#3 of The Perfect Storm Series
Author's Note: I am still planning to return at some point to John and Libby, but I want to introduce a few more victims of the virus into the mix before I go back. This one is a bit longer, and there is little to no furry content until the end. And if you have any requests for things you'd like to see in future installments, don't hesitate to mention them.
As always, I hope you enjoy.
One unforeseen side-effect of the so-called wonder drug' developed by Actaeon Pharmaceuticals was its effect on the mind. While many drugs had the possibility to lower sex drives, this drug increased them. In many subjects, the change was hardly noticeable, and many theorized that their increased libido could simply have been a product of being healthier and happier, so the side-effect was all but forgotten. Harmless, on its own anyway.
But another side-effect began to manifest later. Not quite apathy or obliviousness... more like acceptance. Long term patients showed a strange acceptance of facts, taking them at face value. The scientists theorized that the drug helped patients to create a comfort zone around them, inhibiting their distrust, anger and fear and allowing them to be more open and trusting with others.
When the drug was merged with the common cold to create the new virus, that virus began to mutate, testing everything at its disposal until it came upon a perfect mix of effects. With these side-effects, the virus could spread quickly and quietly. They would spread the infection, and ample amounts of DNA material, due to their increased sex drives; they wouldn't be able to panic on a large scale; and they would be unable to recognize themselves or others as infected until it was too late, and the changes set in.
I sat on the edge of my seat, eyes affixed to the television in front of me. A new cold or flu had been spreading around the city in the past week, causing a record-setting number of people calling in sick days or simply not showing up for work. Some schools struggled to stay open even as fewer and fewer kids, and teachers, ceased coming in, eventually they closed down altogether due to the lack of manpower.
I'd been concerned for my daughter, Alexa. She was the only family I had left, and since her mother died during child birth I vowed to see to her every need, so that she should never want for anything. Sure, maybe she was a little spoiled, a bit of a brat sometimes, but she deserved it, and it was all worth it.
I flipped off the TV and inspected myself in the nearby mirror. I was sure I'd come down with whatever was going around. The past six days I'd been sneezing up a storm, but yesterday and today I felt fine. My eyes were clear, congestion gone, no more sneezing... But just to be sure, yesterday after getting sick I'd signed Alexa up for school camp.
The website said the camp was originally a typical summer camp just recently redesigned to function as a high school for those in the city whose schools had been closed down. It promised that all applicants would undergo a full exam to ensure that no sick kids were admitted, and it was even sponsored by some of the local schools. I was, for some reason, not terribly concerned about the virus lately, but he still didn't want his daughter to get sick, and for her to get a full education of course.
Alexa wasn't terribly happy to hear that, of course, but I insisted upon it. We argued most of the night until it was decided she would go, but she would be getting a new car for her next birthday. I had hesitated, but finally agreed. After all, what's a second job if it means my daughter would be safe from all this?
I looked into the mirror again, squinting. "Did I shrink a few inches?" I whispered, examining myself. "Nah, now I'm just being paranoid..."
Right now Alexa was out shopping for some new clothes she could take with her to the camp, another part of the agreement. I glanced at his watch: 11 pm. The bus was scheduled to arrive at around 3 pm, so I figured Alexa'd be back in three hours, leaving one to pack her new clothes.
Feeling tired, I decided to take a short nap on the couch until my daughter's return. I collapsed onto the cushions and spread out, getting comfortable until I drifted off to sleep.
A little while later, I startled awake, thinking he heard Alexa's voice. I shot up and looked around blearily, calling out, "Alexa? You home?" Not hearing a response, I stood and stretched, the short nap leaving me strained more than usual. I stumbled through the house looking for her, then looked at my watch. "Bah, 12:33 she won't be home for a while still..."
I trudged back towards the living room and the couch when I caught part of my reflection in the mirror. I froze. Inching back, I looked back into the mirror. Who I saw in the mirror was surely not me. I waved my hand in front of my face and poked my body, seeing my reflection do the same, until I was certain the reflection was indeed me.
Somehow I had dropped a full foot in height, my normal 6'3" stature now down to, I estimated, a diminutive 5'4". And that wasn't the worst of it. My face was feminine, cute and sexy even, with pouty red lips and full eyelashes. I looked down at my body, noting it was equally feminine, curvy but with only a hint of boobs. My clothes hung loosely at my body, giving me the impression of a girl wearing her boyfriend's clothes as a nighty.
That thought turned me on, despite myself, and I felt a familiar stirring between my legs. I immediately groped at his crotch, finding comfort in the fact I was still fully intact, and without any new additions. I saw my manhood tenting my clothes as I stared at the mirror, and looked away. I didn't want to give in, I had more important concerns, like Alexa.
Oh god. Alexa. What's she going to think of this?' I thought, my mind racing. I could leave her a note... say I had to go to work early. She'd believe that, although it might cost me down the line.' It would work, so I grabbed a pen and some paper, quickly scribbling down the note before rushing upstairs.
I'm going to need some new clothes if I'm going to head out. I figured I'd head straight to the hospital after I was sure Alexa had gotten on the bus. I grumbled as I tore through my closet, finding nothing that would fit even halfway decently.
That's when the thought struck me. I returned to the mirror downstairs and looked myself over again. I realized I must be about the same size as my daughter... similar height, body type, but not breast size. I peeked down my shirt to see the two tiny little mounds on my chest that barely qualified as breasts. No matter, I shouldn't need a bra anyway, I hoped.
Hurrying back upstairs, I approached the master bedroom (in this case, I had insisted on giving her the larger room, figuring she'd need the closet space and private bathroom). I peeked inside, just in case she actually was home. Upon seeing nobody, I breathed a sigh of relief and entered the room. Posters of bands, men and women lined the walls. Her lavender, queen-sized bed wasn't made, having a well-slept in look. Opposite the door I spotted my goal: the dresser.
Closing the door behind me, I crept forward, heart thumping in my chest. I knew he really shouldn't be doing this, but what choice did I have? I reached the dresser and began searching through the drawers, looking for her underwear I could wear. I found plenty of normal cut panties, but then I came across what could only be her lingerie drawer. Lacy panties and bras of various colors met my eyes. I had no idea my daughter was wearing this kind of stuff... I'd have to remember to chew her out about it later, after I returned to normal.
I was about to close the drawer, when a black thong caught my eye. I was always curious how women could wear them comfortably, and it was so alluring I just couldn't find the will to put it back.
Setting my jaw, I nodded and disrobed, tossing my loose old clothes into a corner. I glanced down at my limp member and stepped into the panties, pulling them up and letting it settle snuggly in my butt crack. It felt kind of good, with the string between my cheeks and the cool, soft fabric cradling my balls and manhood, which I noticed barely left a bulge in the front.
I smiled for the first time today and looked at myself in Alexa's full-size mirror, marveling at how cute I looked. I also noticed my breasts were a little larger... maybe I'd need a bra after all. I looked back into the lingerie drawer, picking out a lacy black push-up bra and put it on with more than a little difficulty.
Posing in the mirror again, I gasped at how much larger the bra made my bust look. I was beginning to look a lot like Alexa, not perfect, but I'm sure I could pass off as a sister or cousin. I never really noticed how attractive she was, I mean, I knew she was pretty, but I never really knew she was this sexy.
I patted the tiny little bulge in the thong and giggled, finding myself more than a little turned on. My manhood twitched and began to grow. I saw as the tip poked out just over the top of the thong and giggled again.
I stood posing in front of the mirror for a while, getting used to my younger body. But my fun was cut off when I noticed Alexa in the mirror, standing in the doorway, her mouth open in surprise. I jumped, letting a cry of surprise myself and tried to cover myself, and what I was wearing, with my hands, which is as ineffective as it sounds.
"Dad?!" she screamed, dropping several shopping bags.
"Alexa! This really isn't what it looks like!" I stuttered, grabbing a blanket off her bed to cover myself up.
She took a step towards me, looking to the dresser drawer and then back to me, "So you aren't wearing my underwear then?"
"Well... ah. Yeah, I guess it is how it looks. I just needed some clothes," I motioned at my body, "and we seem to be the same size now." Her eyes looked me up and down. And, blushing, I moved the blanket away to let her get a better look.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice calming as she stepped close to me, making me realize she was actually a few inches taller than me now.
"I think it might be that bug going around... that's why I want you to go to that camp!" I replied, trying to change the subject away from my sudden change.
She considered it a moment and nodded. "I already agreed to go, dad. But I tell you what," she said, a devious grin forming on her face. "You have to come with me."
"Wait, what?" she caught me off guard this time, "I haven't been to high school in almost 20 years..."
"Well it's not really high school is it, it's like a school camp, and you look the age, that's for sure." She circled me, examining me. More than once I felt a little caress. "And if you don't... I'll tell everyone you dressed up in my clothes."
"I... I..." I couldn't really come up with an excuse. Part of me wanted to say no, but the rest of me wanted to be with my daughter. And if she really did tell anyone, if social services caught wind of it, they'd almost surely take her away from me. "I... guess so." I looked down, dejectedly.
"Hee, then it's settled! You're my little slave until camp is over!" I looked up and opened my mouth to dispute it, but she placed a hand over my mouth, "Ah-ah. You gotta do whatever I want or I'll let it slip what a bad daddy you've been. After camp's over... I'll let it slide. Deal?"
I hesitated. It wasn't a bad deal, my mind reasoned. I'd get to stay close to her, keep her safe, and she'd what, get me to make her food and wait on her? I practically did that anyway. "Ok, deal."
She squealed and grinned, "Good my little slave! Now, you did good selecting your undies... that thong looks really cute on you too," she giggles and patted the front of the underwear. "But how about you go get something good to wear to the camp, hm?"
I blushed and nodded. Her closet was my next destination anyway. She walked with me to the closet doors and opened it up, revealing her vast walk-in closet. It never ceased to surprise me how many clothes she had, but now it seemed a little daunting.
She flipped the light on and said, "You pick out something nice and hot, all right? No pants, I want to see that little butt in a skirt, got it?" I nodded an affirmative and she closed the door behind me.
I sighed and began to browse the racks slowly, looking for something that would cover everything up. Then I realized that wasn't quite her style. All these clothes would be her so-called sexy outfits and anything else would probably be kept in a drawer or boxed up somewhere.
"Damn..." I muttered and tried to find something that wasn't too bad at least. I eventually settled on a white pleated skirt and a short-sleeved button-down shirt.
I slipped into the skirt first, pulling it up over my rump and looking down at myself. It sure showed off more than I'd wanted to, but I'd have to grin and bear it for now. Next I put on the shirt, wearing it like I would normally, buttoning it all the way down and trying to tuck it in. I opened the door and stepped out, seeing Alexa packing her newly bought clothes into a couple of suitcases.
"H-how do I look?" I asked her, glancing down and blushing.
She looked at me and walked over. "Hm, not bad choices, but that is so totally not the right way to wear that shirt." She reached out, untucking and unbuttoning the shirt, and tied the bottom together into a knot. She re-buttoned a couple of buttons and then turned me towards the mirror. "There. Much better, don't you think?"
I looked at my reflection, which was now entirely unrecognizable as once being my old male body. The shirt generously showed off my cleavage and left my midriff bare, and the skirt was so short that when if I moved the wrong way, I could clearly see my ass and a hint of the thong underneath.
She smirked at my reaction and then waved a hand at herself, "I changed too. You like?" I hadn't noticed she'd changed, probably too preoccupied with my own appearance. She was now wearing a tight crop-top and an equally tight pair of jeans. I looked her up and down. She seemed a bit taller too, and definitely more muscular than just a few short minutes ago, and then I spotted quite a large bulge in the crotch of the pants.
She noticed my stare and laughed, "Oh, finally noticed have you? You aren't the only one that's changed, daddy dear. Mm-hmm. Happened in the changing rooms, very appropriate no? I made quite a mess too, so I came home a bit early. Glad I did, too." I gawked. I had been hoping my daughter would be spared by the sickness, but here she was, infected just like me.
"Don't worry, though, daddy, we'll still go to the camp. And you'll be my little daddy-slave for the whole trip. Mm, I can't wait. Would you like a taste of what you're in for?" She grinned at me, patting her own package while she circled around to my back. I said nothing, too surprised to speak.
"I certainly didn't hear a no..." she giggled as she placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me towards the bed. "All fours," she commanded, and I obeyed, climbing on top of the bed on my hands and knees, giving her room to get up after me.
She flipped up my skirt and I heard her unzipping her pants, so I looked back. She lowered her pants just far enough to let out her huge cock. Now I figured most things would seem larger with my reduced size, but I still had to guess her dick was at least 9, maybe 10 inches long, meaning it was 3 inches larger than me before, and probably 4 or 5 inches longer than me now.
She began to stroke her member as she moved aside the thong strap. "Aw, you don't have the other girly bits yet? That's too bad, I was hoping we'd match. Oh well, I'll just have to take your ass then. You don't mind, do you daddy-pet?"
I gulped and considered it, then softly shook my head no. Her grin widened and she crept forward, putting her hands on my hips and placing the tip of her cock at my puckering hole. I instinctively clenched, but I tried to relax, hoping it wouldn't hurt. I closed my eyes flinched when I felt the hotness of her dick as she pushed inside me. She pulled out and pushed back in again, but this time I didn't flinch. It felt oddly good, and looking back, she seemed happy, so I was too.
She stuffed half of her huge cock inside of me and began thrusting slowly. I could feel her pre-cum lubing my insides, letting her thrust in harder and faster. I panted and grasped a pillow in front of me for cushioning. I felt my own cock stiffening even more in the thong, the tip rubbing against the waist band of the skirt with each thrust, sending shivers down my spine.
With one hand I began to rub my nipples through the clothing, loving their sensitivity. Alexa saw me and did the same, leaning down to rub at my body with a free hand while the other still gripped my hip. I felt a tingle across my body and looked at my free hand in astonishment as fine fur, roughly the same color as my skin, began to grow up my arm.
I didn't have time to think about it however, as Alexa began to pick up the pace, now sinking ever deeper into my ass. I cried out in pleasure and began panting. Alexa giggled in response and said, "You like this, don't you? Getting pounded in the ass by your daughter?" I couldn't respond, I was panting too hard and I couldn't catch my breath for more than a quick moan or cry of pleasure.
I took my hand of my breast and used it to stabilize myself as Alexa picked up the pace, though her hand remained, and slid up my shirt to directly tease and tweak my nipples. I murred.
"Well I guess that's not quite so accurate now is it. More like you're the daughter now, right Chris?" she whispered into my ear, calling me by my first name. I nodded, panting even harder. "And if you're the daughter, what does that make me, hmm?"
I clutched the pillow hard and tried to gather my breath. I opened my mouth and tried to talk, but all that came out was a moan as her warm cock thrust further into me. I drew in another breath and whimpered, "The daddy."
I glanced back, seeing she too had grown a layer of fine fur, and she smirked. "Whose daddy?"
"M-my daddy," I whimpered again.
"Louder, Chrissy," she said and pinched one of my nipples.
"You're my daddy! Oh god, you're my daddy!" I cried out in ecstasy. Her hand clamped down on my nipple and she buried her cock as far inside me as it would go. I felt an alien tingling all over my body, and a tightness in my cock as I felt a climax coming. She came first, her dick erupting, sending her hot, gooey seed deep inside me. I came just afterwards, my ass twitching and contracting around her member. I also felt another part of me contracting, but it was drown out as my cock felt hot and spurt forth a single jet of cum, which splattered against the underside of my skirt.
We collapsed onto our sides and sat in bliss for what seemed like ages. I felt her cock softening inside me, and she pulled me closer to snuggle. The silence was punctuated only by our ragged breathing. My mind raced, thinking about what she said. Somewhere deep inside me, I knew it was all right. I knew I was becoming the daughter, and she the father.
I sat back and cuddled close to her, closing my eyes accepting my new role.
As we got more comfortable, something fell into my face. I pushed it away, but it returned. Finally I opened my eyes to see what it was. Whatever it was, it was furry, floppy and triangular. I grasped at it, and realized I could feel it. I felt around it, realizing it was attached to my head. They were my ears. I sat up and slid towards the end of the bed towards the mirror, feeling a pang of emptiness as I felt Alexa's cock exit me. Sure enough, we both had big, floppy bunny ears.
Alexa sat up and moved to sit next to me, tucking her manhood back into her pants and zipping them up. She looked at our reflections and remarked, "Well, I think we need some hats if we want to make it to the camp, eh Chrissy?"
I just nodded and responded, "Yes daddy."