Convincing Connie

Claire and Nick had truly been in love once, and Nick's small efforts were quickly matched by his wife. Soon, their marriage was better than it had been in years - and, despite Nick's daily encounters with his daughter, so was their sex life.

All the time that she'd been fooling around with her father, Connie had been "persuading" everyone else that she could - it had started by offering to flash passing boys for directions, or let them make out with her in exchange for a bite of their chocolate-bar, but as things had escalated with her father, she'd found herself giving more and more to strangers as well: a head-job for helping her carry some books, or a quick fuck in a back room in return for letting her borrow their paper.

She'd also found herself eating more and more. At first, she was doing extra hours at the gym to burn it off, going to sports practice early and doing laps, and making sure never to go too far - she'd have McDonalds for lunch, but she wouldn't supersize it.

But as her parents' marriage improved, they wanted to spend more and more time together as a family. And though her extra gym time diminished, her eating habits didn't.

At first, her parents didn't say anything. Connie had always been such an active girl and never had any problems with staying fit, so they'd never been in a situation like this: they had no idea how to bring it up, or even whether it was their place.

And even though a regular sex life with his wife had returned, Nick's relationship with his daughter was the most erotic thing that he'd ever experienced. He was starting to feel more and more guilty about his daughter jerking him off daily, almost certain that their incestuous encounters were somehow linked to Connie's weight gain, but he didn't know how to stop what was happening...or if he wanted to.

Finally, when Connie asked her mother if they could go shopping for new clothes (in return for mowing the lawn and vacuuming the house), admitting that none of her old clothes would fit any more, Claire knew it had gone too far.

"Nick," she said, the next time she was alone with her husband. "You've got to talk to her."

"Connie?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Yes, Connie. Don't pretend you haven't noticed - we've spent our entire lives helping fat people get into shape. We just...we just have to step up, and do the same for our daughter."

"Mmm," Nick finally said, after a long pause. "But don't you think it would be better if you spoke to her? It sounds like a woman thing..."

"Come on, honey. Don't think I haven't noticed how close you two have become lately. Next time you're alone, just...bring it up, okay?"

***

"You think I'm fat?"

"No, honey..." Nick replied, and reached out to pat her on the head. "Your mother and I just..."

"Mom too?" Connie asked softly, and at the sound of overwhelming sadness in her voce, Nick found himself unable to speak. The two sat there in silence for a few minutes, Connie's mind whirring as Nick felt guilty and tried to work out what to do next.

As it had done every day since the encounter in the movie theatre, Connie's first move was to try to persuade her father to give her what she wanted. But to follow that plan of action, she first had to work out what it was, exactly, that she wanted.

She wanted to be thin, she knew that. But the hunger had reached its peak: it was now her constant companion, and since she never allowed herself to eat quite as much as she wanted, Connie hadn't felt sated in months. She wanted to be thin, she wanted to feel healthy...but like any teenager, she wanted more than anything to avoid talking about it with her parents.

Connie's head turned to face her father, smiling and seductive. Her fingers ran up and down the curves that she'd recently acquired, and though drawing her father's attention to her leg didn't have quite the same visual effect as it had when Connie had first tried it so many weeks ago, it still worked. Nick felt his cock hardening, and wondered what she his daughter was up to.

"Tell me I'm beautiful, Daddy..." she said, and he stumbled over his own words to assure her that yes, no matter what, she'd always be his beautiful little angel.

"Tell me I'm sexy, Daddy..." she said, and uncomfortable though it made him feel, he could tell that his little girl needed this, and assured her that he found her incredibly arousing.

"Promise not to mention my weight ever again, " she said, moving her hand from her own leg to his, and slowly licking her lips "...and I'll give you what I know you've been dreaming of."

To avoid ambiguity, Connie fished out her father's cock with an experienced hand, and held his head to her lips. The anticipation sent chills up his spine; he could feel her breath on his hardness, and gulped as he considered his options.

She was naked and on all fours in front of him, and as his eyes travelled up and down her body, her breathing quickened. *She isn't **fat***, he told himself. She'd put on some curves, but she'd been so thin before...perhaps this was a good thing. His wife was used to athletes, people without anything on their bones but muscle. No, his daughter wasn't overweight, and going on about it would be nothing but harmful...

Two things changed from that day: Nick's daily hand-jobs became daily blow-jobs, and Connie stopped holding back. If she was hungry, she ate, and that meant it was suddenly extremely rare to see her without food in her hand.

As Nick pushed open the door to his daughter's room, just over three weeks later, he tried to ignore the size of the girl in front of him. He'd promised that he'd never mention it - and when her lips were wrapped around his cock and his eyes were closed, it wasn't hard to pretend that she was still his skinny little Connie.

Nick had no way of knowing he wasn't Connie's only sexual partner - whenever she could, she still tried to get favors from strangers in return for sex, but as her weight had increased, her success-rate had dramatically dropped.

It had been so easy, she reflected, when she was thin, and as her first curves had started to appear it had actually become easier. Now, however...while her face was as pretty as it had ever been, Connie had slowly been learning that everything becomes harder as you stack on weight - even offering sex to strangers.

And so where in the past she'd just had to show up, now she had to work to get her (increasingly rare) random encounters off. And as the sex had become rarer, she'd craved it more. She'd become desperate, approaching up to a dozen men in a day, offering to suck their dick, let them take her from behind, fuck her without a condom...whatever they wanted, and all she wanted was for them to check if there was anything on her teeth, or tell her what the time was.

Coming home from a day of begging strangers for sex and being rejected, Nick's cock had been all that kept her going. She would attack it with the ferocity she normally only reserved for a bowl of pasta - slurping it down, occasionally drooling in an attempt to lubricate it as much as possible, while her increasingly sausagey hands massaging his balls.

On the day that five men rejected her in a row, Connie had begun playing with herself as she blew her father. Her dalliances with her father had always been the most intense sexual experiences of her day, and they were quickly turning into her only sexual outlet. Sometimes, when they were done, she'd go to wash her hands and get distracted by the fridge, leaving her fingers coated in her own pussy-juices.

Nick was worried that his wife would notice something was amiss, but as Connie had put on weight she hadn't thought to change her bathing habits, and so her mother hadn't been able to notice the difference between the obese girl's normal scent, and the subtly different smell of pussy that sometimes lingered around her.

If nothing else, the weight gain had provided Nick with a handy excuse - he told Claire that he was counselling his daughter, helping her overcome her newfound food addiction, and that it was vitally important that they not be interrupted. If he'd locked himself in a room with Connie when she was thin and he was having marital problems, she may have been suspicious, but now that his marriage was no longer in jeopardy and his daughter was approaching the size of a small whale, she didn't blink an eye.

They were able to throw caution to the wind, and sometimes Nick would even blow in his daughter's mouth while his wife was home.

It wasn't until Nick came into his daughter's room for his nightly head and found her eating out of two KFC buckets at once that he realized that it had gone too far...and that he had no one else to blame but himself.

"Honey," he said, sitting down next to her as she tried to move the chicken away without getting up. "I know we promised we'd never talk about this, but..."

"Daddy, no..." Connie replied desperately. Her body may have grown, she may have quadrupled her number of chins, but Nick's daughter still had the same beautiful face that she'd always had. She reached out and tried to grab his cock, but when she felt that for the first time since they'd started their sexual relationship, it was flaccid, she slumped in defeat.

There was a long pause, and Connie started began sobbing. Nick let her release her pain and frustration for a few minutes, but when it started to show no signs of stopping, he reached out and rested his hand on her back.

"Con?"

With a bit of effort, she lifted her head up. Her red eyes made his heart melt, but he was resolute. This was what he did - he helped people get better bodies.

"I know, Daddy," she finally said after they'd stared into each others' eyes for more than a minute. "I...I need help."

"That's my baby girl. I think that...-"

"I'll let you help," Connie said, cutting him off. "On one condition."

"What's that, honey?"

"I'll start going to the gym with you, get back into a routine..."

"Mmm?"

"...if you promise to knock me up."

***

Connie had no way of knowing that within a few weeks, her weight would have started dropping off anyway. I'm not a cruel man - two months is enough time to learn a bit of humility. Even if she'd done nothing but eat and lay on her bed, she would soon have found herself less hungry, able to be satisfied with meals half the size. She'd still eat more than she used to, but I'd ensure that the weight would be going mostly to her boobs. I like my women top-heavy, what can I say?

The gym helped, of course. No matter how many hormones you mess with, you can't build muscles - the only way to do that is to work out. But even if she'd known, I don't think it would have stopped her from making the offer.

Nick hadn't realized that Connie had fallen head-over-heels for him. The only sexual presence in her life as her self-esteem had plummeted, not to mention the kindness he'd always shown to her. I'll tell you now, I didn't have anything to do with the pregnancy thing - that was all her.

And so she'd decided that the only way to make sure that Nick was there for her, then and forever, was if he knocked her up.

Both Connie and Nick had been imagining fucking each other since he'd first jerked off while staring at her ass. Admittedly, the desire had dropped significantly for Nick as Connie's weight had increased, but it suddenly skyrocketed once more. He'd always wanted children, and Claire's inability to conceive had crushed both of them.

His intense pregnancy fetish didn't hurt, either.

Of all the twisted decisions Nick had made since it had all started, this should have been one of the hardest, but he agreed without hesitation, without even a second's thought. He most likely justified it by telling himself that it was in her best interest, but whatever the motivation, it was only a few minutes later that Nick was cumming inside his not-so-little girl's cunt.

Before meeting his wife, Nick had been involved with a few other women, but they'd all similarly been thin, with tight bodies: it was just the kind of circles he ran in, and the kind of girl he was attracted to. And so before now, he'd never fucked anyone even nearly as large as his daughter.

But flesh is flesh, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it. Imagining that her size was due to pregnancy instead of bad diet helped, and Claire joined her father's cry of ecstacy as he filled her with his seed.

After he was done, he pulled out, cleaned himself off, and insisted that she accompany him to the gym.

It became their new routine. He'd go in, fuck her, and they'd work out together for an hour or two. They built up a sweat twice a night, and to the relief of Connie's parents, the results began to show amazingly quickly. As Connie's weight dropped off, Nick found himself more and more attracted to her, and soon they stopped limiting their activities to once a night. Any time Connie's mother left the room, they'd be all over each other - Connie's already-high sex-drive increased as she got back into shape, and even as the risk of being caught increased, so did the frequency of their sexual escapades.

Nick was able to show Connie positions that she'd never dreamed of, and in turn, she passed them onto the strangers she seduced. She continued to eat like crap, and though her new body was smoking hot, Connie still had that slight air of desperation when she approached men on the street.

But what comes across as crazy in a fat chick is sexy when it's coming from the right kind of girl, and as well as hooking up with her own father several times a day, Connie soon found herself the attention of more strange men than she could deal with. She made sure to wear condoms with the strangers, of course - when she got knocked up, she wanted to be sure it would be Nick's.

And so when she wanted a quieter night, she'd return to the cinema where we first met, just to prevent herself from offering a threesome to anyone who'd pick up a coin for her. I don't know if she recognized me, but her eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Excuse me, sir" she said, that arrogant tone gone, replaced with a submissiveness that I found unbelievably sexy. "Can I go in front of you in line?"

The pregnancy tests had yet to show a positive, but Connie and Nick were both confident that it would - if only due to the sheer quantity of cum that he was filling her with on a daily basis.

I smiled and took a coin out of my pocket as she continued.

"I'll make it worth your while..."