Amy was a grown woman, but she still lived in her father’s house, under her father’s thumb.
She couldn’t afford to live anywhere else. Her father told her she was a slut, and she only deserved to work as a stripper or a whore – which Amy refused to do.
On the few occasions she’d interviewed for a real job, her father had gone to the office and told her prospective employer what a stupid whore she was. Whether they believed him, or just didn’t want to get involved in such an intense relationship, the result was the same – no job was offered to Amy.
When she’d been raped by a friend on her 18th birthday, her father told her it was because she was a slut, and as punishment he took her to get a boobjob.
“And I’ll take you up another size every time you get raped,” he said, “until you learn your lesson.”
That was distressing enough – but her father took out an ad in the local paper to explain the reason for her new fake tits, and what each successive upgrade in size would mean, so that everyone would see the record of her raping in the lewd curves of her increasingly oversized fuckmelons.
Her second breast expansion came from her father himself. Unable to resist her after staring at her new fake tits, her father raped her in her bedroom, cumming inside her pussy – and then immediately took her back to the plastic surgeon for an udder upgrade, as punishment for being raped.
After that he stopped buying her new clothes for her larger bust. She had to make do with her breasts straining against tops that were too small for them.
Everyone in town saw that her tits were bigger, and speculated on how and why she had been raped. She saw them picturing her being fucked whenever they looked at her tits, wondering what degradations had been heaped on her, and whether she had orgasmed.
A month later, a stranger raped her walking home from the local shops, and stole her clothes, so that she had to walk the rest of the way naked and then explain to her father what had happened. The result was another breast enhancement. By now she didn’t have large tits – she had cartoonishly large tits. Anyone looking at her would naturally assume that she was a sex doll.
Still her father wouldn’t buy her any new clothes. It was painful to try and stuff her funbags into the ones she still had, and they stretched across her titflesh so ridiculously that she felt more humiliated wearing them than going nude. Still, she couldn’t go naked in public, so she did her best.
Her father began fucking her regularly now, but much to her embarrassed she orgasmed from the first of these, and so her father declared that it hadn’t been rape and she needn’t get any more boob upgrades from his attention.
But a friend of her father’s, attending one evening to watch a football match, *did* rape her, while her father watched, and that was the trigger for another upsize for her fuckballoons.
She simply couldn’t wear clothes above the waist anymore. Her tits didn’t fit into them. She went topless around the house, and tried to avoid going outside, but her father insisted on sending her on errands. People would see her giant nude tits in the street, and ask her if she had been raped again, and what she had done to deserve it. They would ask her if her rapist had cum in her ass or her fuckhole. They would ask her when she was going to stop being a slut and making men rape her.
Eventually a police officer stopped her for public indecency – and at that point, there was nothing to do but encourage him to rape her to avoid jail. He did – and sure enough, her father pumped her tits up another cup size.
Seeing herself in the mirror after her procedure, she begged and begged her father not to make her tits any larger. She barely looked human anymore – she looked like an exaggerated blow-up doll for men to pour cum into. Her resting posture now involved supporting the weight of her tits with one arm.
It took a week of sucking her father’s cock and swallowing his sperm, but he relented. He told her there would be no more punishments for rapings – for after all, what else was she good for now other than raping? But she would have to pay him back for all the money he had spent on her tits, and until she did, they were *his* tits. She was forbidden from covering them in any way, or cleaning a man’s sperm off them without the man’s permission, and he would beat them daily with his belt while she masturbated, to remind her what a disgusting slut she was for getting raped all the time.
There was no way to pay off the debt other than becoming a prostitute, of course, so Amy went to work as a whore. She didn’t work under her birth name – at work, she called herself “Fuckbags”, and so did the customers. Her father started to call her that too, and soon she began to forget she ever had another name.
Her speciality was breast torture and titjobs. Most clients would whip or slap her tits, clamp and pull on her nipples, and then cum all over her breasts – and then she would be required to leave the cum there until immediately before the next client. She got used to the natural state of her tits being “in pain, and covered in sperm”. It felt weird when they stopped hurting or weren’t slippery with spunk.
On her next birthday, her father told her he was proud of her for accepting her natural place as a cartoon-uddered rape toy. “It was the only thing you were ever going to be worthwhile for,” he whispered into her ear as he fucked her.
And he told her he was offering her a new punishment. If she ever went a day without being raped twice, he would take her tits up another size.
She orgasmed with fear and confused lust when he said it, and orgasmed again when he ejaculated into her.
But although her father was completely sincere in his promise, he never again found a reason to have to punish her…
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