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SHELLY

Mg, pedo, incest

By Phil E. Hebe

 

The ad in the back of the men's magazine blared, "WE CAN HELP." It went on to read, "Is your daughter, shy, timid, bashful, a wallflower to the nth degree? Has she started puberty? In just two weeks time we can return to you a fun loving outgoing personality. Results guaranteed. Call Hyb-Anim Institute Today."

Don thought his daughter was that and a few more adjectives he could think of; a book worm, a nerd. He blamed his wife, if she had not run off with some bozo when Shelly was four-years-old things might have turned out different. He thought the ad would be worth a shot. He called. They wanted to know her age. "Twelve." A brief description, both physical and mental. He tried to describe her without a father's flattery. "Pretty enough, started puberty a couple years ago, wasn't certain exactly when, above average intelligence, but a complete introvert." They said, "Bring her in for further evaluation."

Don looked at Shelly and saw a girl without one human friend. Her cat was her only friend. He knew he had to do something, and soon. He took his daughter to the Hyb-Anim Institute. They checked her health, and told him she would qualify for their special program. "What," Don wanted to know, "is it going to cost for this complete personality transformation?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Come now, you can't possibly do all this work without some compensation."

"We are still in the research stage of this experiment. There are others who pay the bills. Research grants and the like."

"Okay, what's next?"

"We need to ascertain exactly what you expect in a new personality and to do that we have a battery of questions for you to answer."

Don sat down in a quiet room and answered page after page of multiple choice questions. Some of the questions were pretty clear cut as to preferable personality traits while others didn't seem to have any bearing on the subject. Don knew that a lot of time a psychologist could read into what seemed like an innocuous answer.

When they got home they talked about the institute and how it could help her grow. He knew she wasn't happy with her personality so it was an easy sell. Monday morning he enrolled her at the institute and told her he would see her in two weeks. He knew the whole thing was experimental and hoped he was doing the right thing.

Two weeks later the institute called and they made an appointment for him to pick his daughter up. When he got there, he talked to the same woman as the first time. She told him everything went smoothly with his daughter, but he had to be prepared for the changes he was about to experience. She took him down a hall, opened a door and beckoned him in with the words, "Come, meet your new daughter." Don took two steps into the room and stopped short. His daughter was under a spotlight and standing on a raised platform. "Hi, daddy."

"She's naked," he said.

"Yes, in your proposed profile you indicated you wanted a more open relationship with your daughter. We also present her naked to show that she is not the timid soul you brought here." The representative flicked a switch and the platform slowly started revolving

He felt ashamed looking at her nudity, but at the same time couldn't help but gawk. The face, of course was the face of his daughter. If anything the eyes seemed a brighter blue. He had not seen the naked body of his daughter for years so the rest was new to him. Her breasts were high and widely spaced, but nicely rounded with rusty brown nipples. He could see the outline of the lower ribs on her thin body. Her stomach was nice and flat and led down to a curved hairless pubic mons with the opening to her sex rising into it. As the platform turned he could see that she had well rounded buttocks that were slightly dished on the flanks. Her thin arms and legs matched her thin, small body.

The platform stopped when she was again facing them. She stepped down, went up to him, pulled him down to her height, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He was speechless. Shelly went to get dressed and the representative reminded him that Shelly wasn't the same girl as he brought there and he should be prepared for some major adjustments in their lives.

Sunday afternoon Don suggested that they go out for supper to celebrate the new Shelly.

"I have nothing to wear," Shelly complained.

"What do you mean you have nothing to wear. You have a closet full of clothes."

"I can't wear those. They are dowdy and not the new me."

They went to the mall. She bought short skirts that just barely covered her crotch. She bought short shorts that left the bottom of her ass exposed and highlighted her camel toe. She bought jeans that looked like they were painted on. The blouses were either low cut or button down the front. The half-tee tops were tight. She purchased thongs that were shear mesh.

"What about bras?" he asked trying to be helpful.

"I don't need any bras. Did my breasts look like they were sagging?"

When they were ready to go out he could hardly believe she was the same girl that he took to the institute two weeks ago. She wore a low cut blouse and a short skirt that hugged her body tightly. She combed her hair out instead of the usual pig tails. She wore makeup for the first time. She turned men's heads at the restaurant and Don was proud of her.

Monday morning she dressed in her school uniform. The blouse was tight and open down to her breast bone. The skirt looked too tight and showed a lot of leg.

He couldn't remember everything being that tight on her. "It looks like you need a new uniform one size larger."

"Why daddy? This fits fine."

"Button up," he said.

She did what she was told. The blouse strained across her breasts and Don wasn't sure what was worse, buttoned or unbuttoned. He dropped her off at her middle school and then went to work.

"I'm home!" he yelled as he came through the front door."

"I'm in my room doing homework," she called back.

He spent the next twenty minutes preparing supper. He saw she had set the table; something she did not normally do. "Maybe the new daughter is better than the old," he thought.

When everything was ready he went up to her room. She was sitting in the chair at her desk. "Supper's ready," he announced. She swung the chair around and he saw she was naked. "You really have got to dress, you know," he said.

As she got up she said, "Clothes make me itch." She walked up to him, threw her arms around his neck and said, "And besides, according to the profile, you want a sexy, outgoing daughter." She wiggled her stomach against his cock. "You do find me sexy, don't you?" He couldn't answer, could hardly tell her the truth. He was sure his hardening penis was already telegraphing the answer.

They sat across from one another. He couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts. They were like two halves of a small cantaloupe sitting high on her chest seeming to defy gravity. Like she said at the store, they certainly did not droop. The areolas were right at the apex of the breasts and a rust color with the small center nipple two shades darker. It wasn't that her breasts were big, but that she was small, smallest of all her seventh grade class. Don never thought of her as small, he used the word diminutive, he thought it had a classier ring to it. He tried to divert himself by talking, "So, how was school today?" She prattled on about her English teacher and gym and her words were going in his one ear and out the other as his eyes stayed glued to her chest. He made it through supper and she surprised him by helping do the dishes. "Okay, she is naked, but at least she is being helpful," he thought. That was a change he liked.

"Daddy, I am going to take a bath."

Okay, dear, you go right ahead." He was glad to get her out of his sight for a while.

Fifteen minutes later she was calling him from the bathroom.

"What do you want?" He asked from outside the door.

"Come in, please."

Don stepped into the bathroom. She was under a mountain of bubbles, thank goodness. "What's up?"

"Bathe me."

"Aren't you a little old to be washed by your father?"

"You used to bathe me."

"That's when you were five or six."

"I want you to do it again, please, for the new me."

Don knelt down beside the tub and picked up the wash cloth. "Only this one time. That's it," he said with resolve.

"No. With your hands. I remember how you used to wash me with your soapy hands."

"You remember that, huh?"

"Yes, especially how good it felt when you washed my privates." He was surprised she remembered that.

It struck him that was also the second time he fell off the wagon. His heavy drinking and copping a feel while bathing his naked daughter went hand-in-hand back then. Well he was stronger now, "Okay, for old times' sake, just this once." He knew he shouldn't, but couldn't resist the temptation; he was sure he could handle it. There was a history. Don swore he would never ever have intercourse with Shelly. But he also felt there was a certain weakness that ran in the family like a bad gene that made the men attracted to their offspring. As wary as he was about having sex with Shelly there was always the attraction.

He washed her face and neck. He washed both arms and felt the sexual desire in him growing. He soaped up his hands and washed her shoulders then let his hands slide down to her breasts. He loved how firm they were and how the nipples grew under the palms of his hands. She giggled. "That feels good, daddy, don't stop." So he washed them more even though they weren't going to get any cleaner. Gaining some composure, he washed her front and back down to the water line, and then washed each leg and foot that she popped out of the water. "Stand," he said and she got a mischievous smile on her face as she stood and faced him. "No, turn around." She did as she was told and he washed her buttocks, marveling that it was every bit as firm and round as her breasts. He washed down the valley and spread her cheeks to get a glimpse of her pink, puckered anus. He ran his thumb over it and felt his penis jump. Without even realizing it he licked his lips before saying, "Turn around." Don re-lathered his hands then washed her starting at the hips and working toward the mons. He slid his hand over the fat lips of her sex then pushed his fingers into her sex just like he used to do when she was six, and he got a hard-on just like he used to get. His fingers danced over the bumps and crannies of her soft velvety vulva. With great reluctance he took his hand away. He took down the spray head to the shower and rinsed her, with particular attention to her buttocks and sex. She giggled.

"All done," he said in a musical voice reminiscent of how he used to say it many years ago. Shelly got out of the tub and stood stock still as he dried her with the fluffy towel.

"Thank you daddy. We are going to do that every night from now on, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are," he said, remembering how good that slippery pussy felt in his hand.

That night, in bed and reliving the bath in his mind he realized his new daughter was completely mesmerizing. "What an absolutely luscious body she has for her age," he thought.

She didn't change, but he found he got used to seeing her naked all the time. He found it easier if he fortified himself with a scotch on the rocks. He limited himself to one drink. He remembered the advisor telling him even one drink was dangerous for an ex-alcoholic, but he was sure he could handle it, especially if he only drank with supper. He really enjoyed giving her a bath every night. Afterward they either played board games together or watched TV. Whenever they watched TV she sat right up against him and he put his arm around her.

One night Shelly asked, "Daddy would you suck on my nipples?"

Startled, he asked "What brought this on?"

"Well, I know you like looking at them and I like when you arouse the nipples by playing with them, and I have just been wondering more and more what it would feel like to have you suck on them."

He again ignored the voice in his head warning him off. He first aroused her nipples with his hands then kissed and licked the breasts and sucked on the swollen nipples. She liked that so much that she wanted that every night. He liked it so much that he was more than willing to comply with her request. He could never get over how jauntily the breasts sat on her chest. He swore they said, "Here we are, play with us."

After she went to bed that first night he noticed a wet spot on the couch. Actually it was a line about four inches long and a quarter inch wide. After puzzling how it got there he realized it was exactly where she was sitting. Pussy juice was his only conclusion. He confirmed his suspicion when the same line turned up after every nipple sucking session. Then he notice she dripped from her pussy whenever she was aroused. If she stood in one spot she could actually start to form a puddle under her. He looked up her symptoms on the Internet and found that for some women that it was perfectly normal. He didn't think twice about it after that and it didn't seem to bother her.

The first report card she brought home after the transformation showed a positive jump in all her grades. He was happy the way her whole life seemed to be turning around. The only thing that bothered him was her continued lack of friends. The way she talked about them, the girls at school were very cliquish and they still remembered the way she was. "Don't worry," he advised, "they will soon see the new you and you will have all kinds of friends." He wished there was something he could do, but didn't know what. The answer came several days later.

"Daddy, can I see your penis?"

That set Don back. "Why do you want to see my penis?"

"All the girls at school have seen someone's penis, either their father's, brother's or friend's. Some even saw one on TV. I am the only one that never saw one." With that she began crying.

Don knew he had to do something. At first he tried to console her, but the tears just kept on coming. Finally he undid his pants and shucked his jeans and under shorts to his knees. He pulled up his tee shirt and let her stare at his genitals even as the cock slowly started to rise.

Shelly hugged him around the chest. "Thank you, daddy. You are so good to me." He could see the smile come back to her tear filled eyes and knew showing her was worth it.

Two nights later Shelly said. "Come on, daddy. Get in the tub with me."

The tub was big enough for two, but the suggestion just seemed wrong to him. "I don't think that is a good idea," he said.

She laughed. "If you remember, I've already seen all you own. It's not like we are Puritans."

"Well, okay." He undressed feeling slightly ridiculous and not knowing why. Don slid into the tub across from her, facing her. His legs pushed up against the sides of the tub to give her room. She propped her legs on top of his. Each had a complete view of the other's genitals. He noticed the way the lips of her sex curled in right at the edge. He wondered about it, but wasn't sure when hair was supposed to grow there. He saw she was staring just as intently at his genitals. Then it dawned on him. "Where is your bubble bath?"

"I ran out. We need to get some the next time we go to the store."

They had to stand to wash one another and, for the first time ever Shelly washed his genitals, by hand of course.

After the bath the two of them, both still naked went to the living room, sat on the floor and played a game of double solitaire. He noticed how they sat cross legged across from each other with their genitals still exposed to one another. His was erect and had been since stepping into the tub. He felt funny about that but didn't know what to do about it. He noticed her nipples were staying erect too.

Things settled back to their new normal. They continued to take their baths together and play with each other's bodies afterward. He noticed that his cock was anywhere between half to fully erect when they were both naked. It never became completely flaccid. On the other hand he saw that her nipples never went flat either.

Every once and a while the institute called to see how things were going. He always told them she was exactly what he wanted, he couldn't be happier.

*******

He knew he over did it when he awoke to a pounding headache and a roiling stomach. He stared at the ceiling, slowly realizing that it was not the ceiling in his room. Turning his head ever so slowly he saw he was on the bed in Shelly's room and naked. He made it to the bathroom before throwing up into the toilet. He dissolved three Alka-Seltzers in a glass of water and downed it. Then made his way to his bed and slept two more hours. When he woke he felt better, not great, just better. He went down to the living room where Shelly was sitting.

"What did I do to you last night?"

"Nothing."

"Don't give me that bullshit," he barked.

"Daddy, you're scaring me."

He simmered down. "Okay, just tell me what we did last night."

We had our bath together, like we do every night. We went down and watched TV and played with each like usual. For some reason you were drinking more than normal and I could see you were getting tipsy. You suggested we go to bed. You followed me to my room like you always do, but once there you told me you wanted to play a new game."

"What game?" He could feel the guilt building thinking that he probably fucked her. That old devil gene was back again.

"You told me the name of it was sixty-nine. I sucked on your cock and you licked my pussy. It was fun daddy. I really enjoyed it, especially when you stuck your thumb in my rectum. I was sorry you fell asleep so soon."

"More like passed out." he told himself. To Shelly he said, "And I didn't try sticking my penis any place else?"

"No, daddy, just my mouth. It tasted kind of funny, but I still liked doing it. Can we do it again, soon, please?"

He thanked god for favors rendered. He was so relieved that sixty-nine sounded like a good viable alternative to him. "Sure, sugar." Under his breath he swore off all alcohol.

Things could not have got any better. He taught her how to swallow semen and he gave her orgasms every time they played sixty-nine which was as at least once a week. To his utter delight, she didn't taste like her mother, in fact, she had a lemony taste to her pussy and she had that regular pussy juice maker down there.

The institute called almost a year later. There was a software glitch and Shelly needed to come down for an adjustment. Don argued everything was going splendidly and he didn't feel any adjustment was necessary, but they insisted. They kept the appointment and Shelly was led off while Don was shown to a waiting area. It was supposed to take fifteen minutes and when a half hour passed by Don got antsy and went looking for the institute representative. He had no idea where her office was at and he started wandering down corridors peering into offices as he went looking for her. He came to a room that looked like a college class room with tiered seating. The front wall was all glass with a bright room beyond. Curious he tried the door and it opened. He walked to the front of the room and looked down through the window into the next room. What he saw startled him. The walls of the room were all types of electronic instrumentation. In the center of the room under bright lights was an operating table and on the table looking as if she were asleep was Shelly, completely naked.

No one said anything about an operation. He saw a technician, or doctor in a white coat enter the room. The man walked up to Shelly and put what looked like a key into her naval. That struck Don as being completely stupid. He peered harder and watched the man turn the key in her naval. Her abdomen opened like two cabinet doors. Don did not see intestines and a stomach as he expected even knowing that would be impossible. What he saw was electronics and what looked like a computer screen The man started plugging cables into USB ports inside Shelly.

Just then the door opened behind him and the representative said, "There you are. I'm sorry we're running late this morning. I see you found our viewing room."

"What's this?" he asked still in shock. He pointed down into the adjoining room.

She looked down into the room. "That is Shelly getting her software adjusted." Before Don could interupt she went on, "In some models there is a glitch causing excessive vaginal moisture. It's only flavored water, but some owners complained."

"Stop! That is not Shelly, that is some kind of robot that looks like Shelly."

"We prefer to call them hybrid animatronics. The new Shelly has the memory of the human Shelly and the personality that we crafted for you. Her likeness is a true representation of the original with some enhancement, for Shelly it was in the breast and buttocks area. We use only the latest life like, moldable plastics in her construction. She is the closest thing to human on the market today. In our periodic enquiries you told us you were completely satisfied with the new Shelly. We in no way tried to mislead you. We told you in the very beginning the new Shelly would be in place of the old Shelly. Perhaps we should have been more explicit, but for some, the idea of trading in a biological daughter for an animatronic replica is overwhelming so we keep it low key."

"I want my old Shelly, the human Shelly, back."

"I am afraid that is impossible, sir."

"Why?"

"You better sit down." After they did she took a deep breath and let it out slowly with a sigh. "Shelly is no longer in this country."

"Where is she?"

"We have a contract with a sheik in the near east to sell all the original human girls to him for his harem. He has a particular taste for young, naive, virgins."

"God, how many have you sent there?"

She shrugged. "A couple dozen."

"Well get Shelly back."

"I'm afraid that is most inadvisable, if not impossible. I am told once the sheik uses them for his pleasure they are not much use to others. He has some strange fetishes. She may not even be alive any more, he seems to go through girls so fast."

Don could feel his blood boiling in his veins. "How could you even contemplate selling to scum like that?"

"Money. Do you have any idea how much it costs to create hybrid animatronics? The grants are not nearly enough. We need to get top dollar for our waste product."

"Waste product?" He couldn't keep the hysteria out of his voice.

"I'm sorry, wrong description in this case, but you see, to us she had no further use. We had created her replacement to your desired requirements."

Don walked like a zombie out of the institute, got in his car, drove to the nearest liquor store, bought a case of the cheapest rotgut they had, and went home to drown his sorrows.