The PlayPen (2024) Story

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Written by PWCSponson - Edited by SoylentOrange

     A pungent smell wafts down the dark hallway and into your study, rousing you from your book. It’s a familiar smell, but can’t quite place your finger on where you’ve encountered it before. Looking out the window, you see that day has turned to night while your nose was buried between the pages of your novel. You sniff again. More concentrated than it was just a few seconds ago, it stings your nostrils like chlorine.

     “Mary?” You shout from your little room to no response.

     You and your daughter moved into this old rural house last week. The decrepit thing was an inheritance from your distant relative, but it was all you had to fall back on after the accident. Handling nearly all the unpacking, cleaning, and organizing, you left Mary responsible for her own bedroom. She was to have everything unpacked and organized by tonight, but you haven’t seen nor heard from her all day.

     Sauntering out into the dark hallway, you shout again.

     “Mary? Are you done unpacking? Are you hungry?”

     A faint wet noise from Mary’s bedroom sets you slightly at ease as you approach her room. She must have spilled some bleach or something, you think to yourself, and is just cleaning it up.

     “Do you need some help, Mary?” You ask as you pull open her bedroom door.

     A wave of acrid humidity slams into all your senses like a freight train, stinging your eyes and sending you into a sputtering cough.

     “Holy shit, Dad! Have you ever heard of knocking?” Comes the voice of your 19 year old daughter, piercing through the assault on your senses.

     You open your eyes and aren’t quite able to comprehend what you’re seeing at first, though your brain trickles in information bit by bit as it regains focus. There’s your daughter’s familiar face, bright-eyed and cheery. There’s her red, shoulder-length hair, worn the same way her mother used to. There’s her favorite gray sweater that she’s wearing, perfect for this autumn weather, but it's now shredded. Two gigantic breasts, each the size of a beach ball, sit to the sides of your daughter. They're clothed in the tattered scraps of that sweater, the black bra she bought a month ago sitting uselessly on top of them.

     The room is filled with colorful balloons, so plentiful they pile upon each other nearly to the ceiling, smothering everything in sight. Pools of thick, yellowish-white liquid have settled between the balloons like mortar, and you gather the balloons are filled with the same stuff.

     Scooping up some of the strange liquid, you retch as the reality of what it is dawns on you. Why the smell and look was so familiar. It was semen.

     The reality that each of the hundreds of balloons before you weren’t balloons, but condoms filled near to bursting with semen, sears every ounce of your sensibilities. You stand there, silently stunned, mouth agape, mind searching for an explanation.

     Your attention snaps back to your daughter. Her attention, however, is focused on servicing a cock in front of her. The cockhead is just as large as hers, and the shaft thick as her torso. She sighs and coos tenderly, innocently, as if her actions are a normal, everyday thing, like breathing or eating.

     Her arms beat up and down the monster cock, her cock, with ever-increasing intensity. It doesn’t take long before her whole body is joined in on the ritual of strenuous, masturbatory pumping, her breasts wobbling and jiggling in tandem, but never straying, anchored in place due to their sheer mass. Sweat pours from her body and into the semen around her as she rabidly pumps away, her face wrinkled and strained with pure exertion. 

     Suddenly Mary stops all motion and arches back, her eyes rolling up and tongue lolling out. Her mouth forms the telltale “0” shape of an orgasm achieved. Then for the next few seconds, nothing seems to happen, the critical moment of orgasm dragging on far longer in your mind than in reality. However that moment of nothing is simply the time it takes for the orgasm to physically happen at scale. A couple gallons of pure, mature sperm first have to travel from the epididymis, their “birthplace”, to the seminal vesicles along the vastly scaled-up vas deferens. There it combines with about 28 gallons of seminal fluid within Mary’s body to produce her semen proper. The resulting 30 gallons of cum passes its way through the ejaculatory duct, finally being squeezed out five long feet of dick-meat with nothing but powerful, involuntary muscle contractions. 

     The condom, stretched thinly over Mary’s gigantic penis, explodes in shape and size as hot cum batters its latex walls with force, stretching it this way and that. Mary screams in shrill ecstasy with each rope she releases, so loud and full of passion you briefly wonder how you hadn’t heard her at all throughout the day.

     Unable to breach the latex despite its sheer force, the cum begrudgingly settles into the reservoir. 

     “O-ooh~”, Mary softly moans as the orgasmic glow wrapping her mind and body subsides. After a long moment of catching her breath and composure, she pulls the condom off. With a practiced motion she ties up the bloated bag and tosses it haphazardly into the room where it joins the hundreds others with a sickening squelch. 

     “Sorry you had to see that, Dad,” Mary’s face blushes a deep red.

     “Um, I know I wasn’t able to unpack everything…” She starts, as if that was the ‘elephant in the room’.

     “But the lady in this house turned me into this after you went to bed last night.” She gestures widely to her body. Her cock flexes, flicking a melon-sized glob of cum to the ceiling.

     “She told me that I was a bad girl, and that I had to repent. I needed to grant tribute to her. A million balloons! With this thing!” she exclaims as she pats her cock. “I was so busy making balloons today I… - EEP! Hold on a second.”

     Mary reaches behind her. Obscured by her cock and breasts, she produces a brand-new condom from seemingly nowhere. She expertly rolls the material over her hard, veiny cock, and without a moment’s hesitation begins to masturbate again.

     “So anyway like I said, I have to fill these, well, condoms I guess, and I think this is number…” Mary puts a finger to her lips as she strains to remember. “Five hundred?” 

     The incredibly thick stench and horrid humidity of bodily fluids permeates every aspect of your being. It’s hard to respond. It’s hard to even think. But five hundred? Out of a million? Was that even possible?

     Minutes pass on by as you stare on in a stupor, watching your precious daughter work herself into another frenzy. Your daughter, with her beautiful skin and laugh. Your daughter, who has her mother’s taste in music and food, but your taste in jokes and games. Your daughter, whose eyes roll back into her head once again as she cums violently.

     Her body spasms, sending milk from her teats across the room as another condom is filled with her seed. You just notice that you’re no longer at the door. When had you waded deeper into the room? It was like standing in a ball pit, you muse, what with all the colorful condoms. Looking around, you wonder if the room had always been this big. You wonder how the door got so far away.

     Does it matter? You’re close to her now. You brush her cum-drenched hair back with your equally cum-drenched hand as she flashes you a bright smile. The same smile she always gave when worry wasn’t a thing in her mind.

     One million is a lot, you think to yourself as you help her slip on another condom. Her cock is slick with lubricant and hot to the touch. But what kind of father would you be if you didn’t help?