   M/g Pedo. Incest Cons.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this 
good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  Dr. Daddy 1
   By Pedro Feelya
   
   “Daddy,” my ten year old daughter stood uncomfortably before me and whined in her most pathetic voice, “my 
tummy hurts.”
   Something told me, by the way she acted, that it was more serious than just a minor childhood tummy ache. 
   It was my job to fix everything around the house. My wife wasn’t the brightest star in the sky. Besides, she had 
already gone to her job, working the evening shift at the chemical plant. So, it was my job to play Doctor Daddy.
   “How does it hurt baby?” I showed deep concern. Normally she didn’t like me to call her “baby”.
   “I feel all yucky and my tummy is really full.”
   I suspected a simple diagnosis. “When was the last time you pooped?” 
   It must have been serious otherwise my daughter would have been too embarrassed or disgusted to let me even say 
‘poop’.
   “I can’t,” she admitted. Her painful discomfort was obvious.
   I nodded seriously, acting as much like a professional doctor as possible. “Well, you probably have constipation 
with an impacted stool obstruction in your bowels.” I enjoyed using the big words to impress her.
   My daughter’s eyes grew desperately wide and it looked like she would start crying. “Can you fix it?” she whined, 
frightened.
   I smiled reassuringly. I could easily have given her a stool softener or a laxative, and waited a couple of hours, but 
what fun would that be?
   My bratty daughter had been getting quite an attitude lately, and I welcomed the chance to knock her down a notch. 
It would be an interesting evening after all.
   I looked seriously into my ten year old daughter’s eyes. “I think I can fix it, and we won’t have to go to the 
hospital, but it’s going to be really messy, and you have to really trust me. Go up to my bathroom, and I’ll get some 
stuff and be right there.”
   My daughter looked relieved, and hurried up to the master bathroom. I went to find a couple dark towels, and the 
container of Vaseline petroleum jelly.
   In the master bathroom, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “Okay,” I tried to sound as much like a doctor as 
possible, “take off your clothes.” 
   I wasn’t being a pervert or torturing her unnecessarily. My daughter had constipation a lot when she was too young 
to remember, and this treatment had always been horrible messy. I considered making her stand in the bathtub.
   “My clothes?” she blurted out in disbelief, her pain momentarily forgotten. 
   “This is going to be messy.” I explained as she hesitated. “Or do you want to go to the hospital? Besides, I’m your 
father. It’s okay to be undressed in front of me. I’ve seen you naked a thousand times.”
   I could see my daughter reluctantly make up her mind. She reached down and pulled her pants down, and then 
stood back up. I smiled to see that she wore cute bright pink panties. She saw me looking and frowned in precocious 
disapproval.  
   My ten year old daughter then pulled her t-shirt off in a single fluid motion. Except for a couple accidental flashes, 
I hadn’t seen my daughter naked in several years. I didn’t think her chest would be any different from a boy’s. With her 
standing only a step away, I was surprised to see that she had developed. Her tiny titties were definite cones that stood 
straight out from her chest, and they were tipped with proportionate light pink nipples. It hit me that my little girl 
wasn’t going to be an innocent and ignorant child soon. I felt something stir deep inside me that shouldn’t have been 
there.
   My daughter had grown into a beautiful young girl. Her blond hair was always combed and sometimes curled. She 
always tried to dress nice, and somewhat sexy. Her long slender legs were often bare and her nicely rounded butt was 
usually covered with tight short shorts or a short mini-skirt. When she wore a swimsuit, she was a little stunning.
   My daughter’s shirt fell to the floor and too slowly I tore my eyes from her nipples to look into her face. My 
daughter seemed insecure and self-conscious. I knew she didn’t like me staring at her barely developed breasts, so I 
dropped my gaze lower. I could also see that her normally flat stomach was bulging and distended painfully. 
   “I know this is embarrassing, but I promise I can make it all better really soon,” I spoke softly to reassure her, “but 
you have to take off your underwear.” I might have been a little turned on, but I was also deeply enjoying her 
embarrassment and discomfort. I didn’t often get a chance to humble my own bratty daughter. 
   My daughter hesitated too long, and she looked toward the door. Then her face winced in pain, and she realized she 
didn’t have much choice. Relenting and submitting, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties, and bent over 
to pull them down. As she stood back up, she turned a little, hiding her private parts from me. 
   “Come here,” I told her as I draped a dark towel over my lap. She stepped forward and understood as I motioned, 
that she would need to lie across my lap as though I was going to spank her. As soon as her slender naked body was 
sprawled across my lap, and she was as comfortable as she could be, I scooped some Vaseline onto my pinky finger. 
   Gently I pulled one cute ass cheek aside, and I leaned over to look down at her tiny light brown pinched anus. 
Delicately, I touched the Vaseline directly onto her hole. She squeaked loudly and a shiver ran through her body. I tried 
to concentrate on only what I was doing, but uncomfortable feelings were warming my blood.
   I rubbed the Vaseline around her hole, generously lubricating it, until she relaxed a little. Then I pressed my pinky 
firmly against her brown little butt hole. She immediately tensed up and her whole body went rigid. 
   “You have to relax,” I instructed, “try pushing like you are trying to poop.” 
   It took her a second to work up the nerve to try to poop on me, but she then grunted and began to push. Much more 
easily, the tip of my pinky popped into her anus, and she let out a whoosh of air. I was breathing a little fast myself. 
   “Does that hurt?” I asked.
   “No. It feels better though. Maybe I can poop now.” 
   I knew she was lying. I worked my finger in deeper and encountered a hard rough rock like surface. “Not likely,” I 
told her. “It feels like a concrete brick in there.” 
   My daughter stopped pushing suddenly, and the muscles of her anus clamped down on my finger, holding it firmly. 
   “You have to keep on pushing. I am going to try and loosen it.”
   She inhaled deeply and strained, and my finger was freed to explore her tight hot tunnel again. I continued to work 
my finger around her insides, stretching the nerve clustered inner wall around the solid poop, stimulating her colon. I 
tried to suppress feelings I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help but feel the sexual significance of the situation.
   My daughter had been holding her breath, but then she began a strained whine that descended into a low moan. She 
began to grunt as sensations coursed through her nervous system, making her small tight body flinch. 
   Next I pulled my pinky free and stuck in my long middle finger. I couldn’t help but feel a sexual thrill run through 
me because of the sensation of her hot wet tightness grasping at my finger. I continued to massage the inside of her 
colon, and slip my finger past the stone hard poop. She continued to moan and grunt, freely now. I couldn’t block out 
or ignore the sounds she made, as she sounded like she was having intense sex.
   This had all gone too far, and I was sweating nervously. I carefully pulled my middle finger free from my ten year 
old daughter’s anus. Gently I grasped her arm with my clean hand and helped her to stand.
   “Alright,” I announced, “you can try to poop now. Use the toilet.” The toilet was in plain view from where I sat, 
and my daughter would normally never have considered letting me watch her. 
   Maybe with what she had just been through, it didn’t even occur to her, considering all that I had already seen. She 
walked a little wobbly to the toilet and sat. There she gritted her teeth and strained, but there was no reassuring plop. 
   “You still need a little help.” I suggested. 
   I then went to the closet and dug back in some shelves and pulled out an old rubber enema bag. I ran water in the 
sink until it was warm, and then filled the bag with water and some liquid soap. I returned to sit at the edge of the 
bathtub, again putting myself at eye height with her.
   “Okay, it’s ready.” I motioned toward her.
   My daughter had been watching warily, and got up from the toilet and walked toward me, looking very frightened 
of the contraption.  
   “Relax,” I smiled at her while trying not to look at her slender naked body, “this is going to be fun. Turn around 
and bend over.”
   My daughter didn’t believe me, that was obvious, and she didn’t like the idea of again presenting all her female 
parts to me either. After she gave me the nasty look though, she turned around, bent over, and grabbed her ankles.
   Up until now I had been able to keep myself somewhat detached, imagining myself being a doctor, and trying to act 
like one. But now, faced with her vulnerable butt hole, and two finger sized labia lips caught between her thighs, I 
couldn’t even keep centered in my mind that this was my own daughter I was looking at. I had tried to ignore how my 
cock might be acting, inside my pants, but now I felt it throb as it grew. I inhaled deeply.
   The enema bag was attached to a rubber tube ending in a thin plastic cylinder, with holes in it to let the water out. I 
had to push the plastic enema attachment into my ten year old daughter’s beautiful naked butt hole. She only stiffened a 
little as the tube slid into her perfectly tight little anus. I could imagine what sensations the tube could have felt. The 
heat in my groin grew as my cock came to full hard. 
   I raised the bag and released the valve. 
   “ooohhh” she cooed as warm liquid filled her anal canal. She wasn’t making this easier on me. I desperately tried to 
distract myself while the water filled her. I kept the bag low, since I didn’t want to hurt her, and after a minute I shut 
the valve and pulled it free from her ass, dripping only a little on the floor. My cock throbbed.
   “Now stand up and dance around.” I had said it without thinking. But then, thinking about it, I really did desire to 
see her dance naked. I felt my cock strain against my pants.
   “What?” She turned around to face me. The sight of her naked body fully presented to me stunned me a little. “You 
want me to what?”
   “Dance around. You have to make the water go everywhere inside you, and it has to soften your poop. But, don’t 
let any water leak out!”
   “I’m not going to dance! I’ll go to my bathroom.” she took a stance and crossed her arms over her pink nipples.
   “No, you’ll leak poopy water all across the carpet. Just wiggle around and jump up and down a little, but don’t let 
the water leak out.”
   My ten year old daughter wiggled her butt experimentally. Then she wiggled some more and bounced a little. 
   By now I was seriously turned on, more than I had ever been since I married her mother. I couldn’t control it. I 
knew that it was my daughter I was looking at, but my cock that was caught painfully in my pants didn’t understand. I 
was overwhelmed by how illicit the whole situation had become. I knew I was going to have to masturbate soon, to 
relieve my burning needs. For now I could only mentally record the object of my forbidden lust. 
   My daughter caught me staring at her as she had begun to dance, but, despite everything I knew to be wrong, I 
couldn’t look away. I don’t know what look was on my face, but I was surprised that she didn’t seem offended. She 
paused, rebelliously set her jaw, and then began to really dance, showing moves that she must have learned from TV. 
   After a few minutes of sweet torture, overwhelmed and dumbfounded on several levels, couldn’t trust myself to 
take anymore. I announced that she could go use the toilet. My cock was screaming in agony, straining at the fabric of 
my pants.
   As my ten year old daughter turned toward the toilet, I stood quickly to use the opportunity to open my pants and 
pull my hard cock from its painfully trapped position, and adjust it so it wouldn’t show. Relieved, I began to turn back 
and looked up. My daughter’s face stared through the reflection of a large mirror at me.
   My ten year old daughter had only taken two steps and was standing, frozen in place. She had plainly seen what I 
did, and why I needed to do it. I could not read the expression puzzled across her face, but I knew that she understood 
at least some of what my hard-on meant. I could tell that she now realized that this wasn’t simply about her needing to 
poop.  
   I think she was about to say something when some water squirted out her ass, and onto the tile floor. She squeaked 
loudly and ran to the toilet, leaving little brown puddles along the way. Her butt had hardly hit the seat when I heard a 
small soft explosion. I knew that the enema had done its job. I got out a wash rag and began to clean the puddles of 
brown water on the floor. While I was busy, my daughter finished, wiped herself all over, and flushed the toilet. 
   Truly embarrassed, she came over to where I was on my hands and knees, and stood squarely before me. She said, 
“I can do that.”
   I looked up and was eye level with the white cleft folds of her pristine virginal pussy. “No. You’re not done yet. 
Dance some more.” I had some experience with enemas.
   She looked at me for a moment, considering something, and then she began to dance again. Only now she danced 
for me, showing off her body, letting me look all I wanted. I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear to see her doing her 
special dance moves, naked, right in front of me. 
   But then she must have felt something in her plumbing. I didn’t need to tell her to use the toilet again, she felt it, 
and scooted for the toilet. There was a lesser explosion and I finished up cleaning the floor.
   After a minute she came back to me where I sat on the floor. “Am I done now?”  
    “I don’t know, I can check.” I know I lied. I was still incredibly turned on. I didn’t want it to end.
   I stood up and my daughter’s eyes went straight to the bulge in my crotch, looking to see something. I sat down on 
the edge of the bathtub again, and again pulled the towel across my lap. My daughter stepped up to me and lay down 
across my lap. I noticed that her arm slid across my crotch exploring the hardness she felt there. 
   I don’t know when my interest in feeling my daughter’s insides left the objective parental concern, and became a 
sick self-serving burning need for gratification. I scooped a large amount of Vaseline on my long finger. I studied the 
perfect tanned skin of her back as I gently ran the fingers of my free hand down it until they reached the white un-
tanned bottom, a white triangle that highlighted the perfect semi-spheres of her buttocks. With that hand, I again 
grasped one small tight cheek and spread open her valley. I looked more intently and saw that her anus was pink and 
slightly distended now.  
   I wiped the Vaseline directly onto her sore anus. Then I began to massage with that large finger. She began to 
shiver slightly, but I didn’t think it was from fear or cold. I then gently pressed into her hole and found that my finger 
slid in easily. 
   My daughter inhaled deeply as my finger slid all the way in, and then let out her breath in a long sigh. I wanted to 
build on that feeling, so I began to slowly stroke in and out. I was rewarded as she began to whimper and her breath 
quickened and caught often. 
   I also explored with my finger, mostly to massage her insides for maximum stimulation. I didn’t feel any poop, and 
I didn’t expect to. In fact, she had relaxed so much that I began to play with my forefinger on the entrance to her rectum 
while my long finger continued its slow pumping and wiggling. 
   Slowly, I pressed with my forefinger and it slid into her also. She cried out as her hole stretched to accommodate 
both fingers. I went slowly, letting her muscles relax as she whimpered loudly and passionately. The sounds she made 
were unmistakable. She was enjoying this as much as I would if I were pumping my cock into her instead of my 
fingers. It felt too good to make her whimper, squirm, and cry out. My cock was screaming in agony, needing release, 
and I was taking out its frustrations on her.
   Then I did something I really shouldn’t have. I had been pumping into her with my first two fingers, and they were 
reaching their full depth, and I felt soft flesh brush against the knuckles of my other two fingers. Almost in spite, I then 
straightened those two fingers.
   Everything was lubed in Vaseline and fluids, and my other fingers slid into the folds of her immature pussy, sliding 
along the length of her labia, rubbing the entire way. 
   My ten year old daughter shouted out in surprise and thrust forward away from my hand, and then just as strongly 
thrust back, impaling her ass again and firmly seating my bottom two fingers along the length of her pussy. A full body 
convulsion rippled through her from her pussy to her neck. I felt her body begin to stiffen as she sobbed loudly.
   It felt like she was having an orgasm, and she was still having it. I began to thrust my hand into her wildly while 
firmly stroking the length of the valley of her pussy with my other fingers. My daughter stiffened like a board and I 
would not have know what was going on except that she was half grunting and half wailing her ecstasy
   Suddenly she surged forward and off of my hand. She continued to shake slightly and whimper softly and she 
slumped across my lap. I assumed she’d had enough. Looking at her that way, she seemed so frail and vulnerable. Now 
that the heat of the moment was fading, I realized what I was doing, and what I should have done as her father.
   Suddenly, what I had done slammed through me. I didn’t even think my ten year old daughter could orgasm. Now I 
had masturbated my own daughter to an orgasm. Her asshole would be sore for days. What if she told her mother? 
Would she tell her friends what happened? I was supposed to be helping her. Instead I raped her.
   Guilt flowed through me like ice water, and I wanted to run away very fast. 
   “Okay, you’re fine,” I pronounced. 
   I lifted my daughter to her feet and she stood there, wobbly. I quickly turned on the shower and pushed her in. Then 
I washed my hands, and went down to the study to hide and read a book. 
   
   
   
   An interesting thought: “If porn has anything to do with reality, men would only be able to have sex with beautiful 
porn stars who want it in the ass and on their face.”-Pedro Feelya
   
   All feedback is welcome. I am appalled at how few people are offended by me. Email: pedrofeelya@gmail.com
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