Daddy's Gonna Do Things!

DADDY’S GONNA DO THINGS

Disclaimer: All persons in the story participating in sexual activity are over the age of 18.

Shortly before her nineteenth birthday Haley Snow suddenly began developing. It seemed that day by day her boobies grew bigger and bigger. It was embarrassing to go from a training bra to a C cup in the course of four months and then a few months later to a DD cup. The teasing by her classmates was rough. The girls were jealous and the boys intimidated by her change. Before her breasts had bloomed the girls in her class had been friendly because of her sweet nature. Haley had been noticed by boys because of her attractive face and full pouty lips. Haley had been somewhat flat-chested so the other girls considered Haley to be on an even playing field in the boy-catching arena and so were not envious.

However, as her breasts sprouted like melons the boys swarmed around her like bees. They stung her with teasing remarks or they tried to seduce her with honeyed words. And the girls were like feral felines, clawing at her out of jealousy or purring sympathetic but catty support. Once her growth had stabilized, she had become a girl of average height with honey-blond hair, vibrant blue eyes and with monster girl boobs. Haley still got more attention from the boys than she really wanted and some of the girls never got over the fact that she had out grown them, so to speak.

Yet it was her father’s behavior during this whole trauma that caused her the most pain. He didn’t even notice she was changing! On one hand, Haley was glad that he was unobservant because her rapid breast development was so embarrassing but it also bothered her that he was unaware that his little girl was growing up. It was partially her fault but still… he was her Dad!

Once her boobies had pretty much stopped swelling, Haley discovered just how little her father paid attention to her. He was very drunk when he came walking into the kitchen carrying one of Haley’s latest bras and laughing. “What the hell is this?”

Embarrassed, Haley snatched the bra from his hand. “It’s my underwear, as you know Dad!”

Tim turned his bleary, unfocused eyes upon her as if seeing her for the first time, or since his eyes were riveted on her chest, seeing them for the first time. “When did this happen? When did my little girl become… well, a big girl?” His amusement faded after a second and a measure of chill returned to his voice. “I guess you take after your mother in lots of ways, hmmm.”

Haley and her dad didn’t have a relationship. Her mom had divorced her Dad for having an affair. Haley had taken her mother’s side. Her mother died in a car accident in the midst of the divorce proceedings. Haley had went to live with her father again but it was never quite a home. Although her father’s anger faded, his sense of betrayal at Haley having taken Francine’s side never quite did. After Francine’s death her computer’s history, emails, and phone records revealed that she had the one who had been having an affair, although strictly online. Once she had gotten a huge divorce settlement Francine had planned to move with Haley to another state, which is why she needed both sole custody and to financially take Tim to the cleaners. Her online lover had coached her on how to deal with Tim.

In the early days after becoming a single parent, Tim still felt enraged that Haley betrayed him. Over the years much of his icy rage had thawed but their relationship was still very distant. He avoided her and they never did anything together.

Haley had apologized to her father once the truth about Francine’s adultery came out. He shrugged it off. After a year of living as strangers in their home, Haley tried to bridge the gap between them. When she attempted to spend time with her dad every overture she made was rebuffed. He avoided her just as she had avoided him during the year of divorce.

Finally, she grabbed him as he was leaving for work one morning and pleaded with her father to please, please go back to the way things were before the divorce. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away from him. “Baby girl, we will never be that way again. Any love I felt for you died the second you took your mother’s side! You live here because of my parental obligation. Never forget that. Nor forget that you owe me!.”

Part of her died inside that day. There was a void in her that she tried to cover by being the best student and the best behaved daughter that she could. She always had hopes that her father would someday start loving her again.

Even though she lived in the same house with her dad, Haley was pretty much on her own. They communicated by note. She had to learn to do her own laundry and they lived on take-out and microwave dinners. Haley taught herself to cook and left notes about what she wanted from the store. Her dad did her grocery shopping for her until she was in high school. He did not allow her to get a job and her allowance consisted of pre-paid cards with enough to do her grocery and necessary clothes shopping and pay for meals at school. As peace offerings, she made meals for him and left them for him but they went untouched.

They ate their meals separately and pretty much lived separate lives. Her dad gave her a strict curfew, which Haley followed without incident. She hoped that perfect behavior would show her dad that she was a perfect daughter. Her dad didn’t have much of a social life outside of work. Usually, he went to the gym so even in his early forties, he was still toned and muscular except for a genetic tummy pooch and receding hair. On rare occasions, he went out for drinks with co-workers.

Haley liked those occasions because the only times her father showed any interest or the slightest expression of affection towards Haley was on the few occasions he was drunk. While many people became mean drunks, Tim was the opposite of that, he became a congenial drunk. It was as if the steel door of his emotions cracked for a second, just enough to show the human being still inside.

The bra incident, as Haley thought of it, proved her dad had pretty much ignored her for years. Haley was shocked and hurt that her father hadn’t even noticed her development. However after that day, after he finally noticed how, well, big she had gotten, there seemed a change in their relationship. He was still rather icy towards her but he looked at her more often. She had mixed feelings about this because the way he looked at her seemed to be a combination of irritation and male appreciation for her female attributes. While she loved that her father was finally paying some attention to her his obvious male interest in her was unsettling, if a bit flattering. At first, she thought perhaps she was imagining the latter until two weeks after the bra incident when her father sat down at the table while she was eating supper. Usually, they each ate alone. Her father was not drunk but he seemed friendlier towards her. What he said shocked her to her core.

“Are you a good girl Haley?”

Haley at first wondered what had brought that on. She had never given him any reason to think otherwise. She didn’t do drugs, not even the pot. And even though he didn’t restrict her access she didn’t even watch porn.

“Yes, Dad, I’m a good girl.”

“I mean, of course, are you still a virgin or are you slutting around like your mother.”

Haley felt a flash of anger at this. Of course, she was still a virgin! And her mother hadn’t exactly slutted around. Her affair with the catfisher had been virtual and non-physical.

“Yes I’m a virgin!” she snapped a bit peevishly.

Tim smiled slightly. “Good. Keep it that way. Remember how even though you turned against me I still took you back? Well, you owe me, honey. Daddy is gonna collect. Daddy’s gonna do things to you.”

Haley could not even answer that. She look at her father like he had gone crazy. Perhaps he had.

“Right after you turn 19, Daddy is gonna pop your cherry and really do things to you.” Tim said with a fond smile. Then his eyes became glacial and his smile disappeared. “Don’t you even think about having someone else do things to you before me, baby girl!

A spike of fear went through Haley as she realized her father was not making some sick joke. He meant what he said. As soon as she turned 19 he was going to have sex with her. With a sob, she ran from the table and up to her room to cry.

Although he never did anything overtly sexual, such as an inappropriate touch, over the next two months her father would occasionally walk to where she was standing and say something to her. At first, it was relatively tame but as time went by his statements became even more explicit.

Shortly after the first mention of his intention he leaned over while she was eating her breakfast and whispered softly, “Hey baby girl, in just 60 days Daddy is gonna make you his woman.” His threat sent a spike of fear through her but his words, his woman… gave her an odd flutter. Haley was smart enough to know that those words stirred something in her because they implied a relationship with her father. And a relationship is something she desperately yearned to have.

Three weeks later while she was in the laundry room, he leaned against the dryer and watched her sort the laundry for a moment. When she got to her undies and began sorting them out his eyebrows raised as she picked up her bras. Then he said, “Fourteen days, sweetie. Fourteen days until Daddy and you. Pop…. moan moan moan…. ooooh Daaddyyy!” He then walked out of the laundry whistling that ominous song from Kill Bill. Haley was unsettled by this encounter, mostly because she didn’t find the prospect of her dad taking her cherry quite as frightening as she had before.

The intensity of his gaze made Haley all fluttery inside. The major portion, of course, was anxiety and fear caused by his threat but part of it was arousal.

Days after that he surprised her by picking her up from one of her soccer games. Although the ride home was silent, as they drove up the driveway he turned to her and said, “Eight days and eight inches from now baby girl and you’ll be screaming Daddy’s name!.”