" Can we go in there, daddy?" The girl asked leading her father rather quickly over towards the new corner shoe store in the mall.
"Sure you can Leah, of course honey. It's your birthday so you shop where you want. I'm just along to make sure your day's special." John answered smiling down at his daughter.
She looks more and more like her mother everyday, he thought. He frowned a little at the thought of her mother. She had left him for the boss where she worked saying he never satisfied her. It was very hard on him. He always was the less aggressive of the two but still it made him angry to the point where he almost lashed out at her. But then he had his daughter to think of, his little girl as he still thought of her. But today was her 18th birthday and she was growing up quickly. She seemed fine with her mother's departure from their lives just two months ago but he still had difficulty.
Still he thought, tearing himself away from these thoughts, today was his girl's day and he wanted to make sure she got whatever she wanted.
The two entered the quiet shoe shop looking around, Leah obviously excited to be shopping. John noticed the older man standing behind the nearby register.
"Hello there" The man said extending his hand in greeting. "Welcome to my shop I hope you can both find exactly what you need." The man said in a friendly enough manner.
John shook his hand and grinned politely. "Well, I'm not sure about myself, as long as my daughter here finds something she likes."
The man smiled and simply gestured to the store. "Well take a look around, I have many styles to offer, something for everyone."
As the two went around the shop and browsed the shelves, the man thought about these two. He could already tell just from their behavior that this was a very close pair, in many ways dependent on each other. The father he could see had the same affliction he'd just helped Michael out with earlier, he was quiet and seemed maybe a little lonely. The girl was different, she seemed happy enough and yet there was something she was hiding, some disappointment or flaw she held. He'd have to figure that out if he really wanted to help her.
He looked back to the father who had settled into some chairs nearest the large boot section and was patiently watching as the girl perused some fashionable pumps on a main display. The father was average height and build, not too muscular but no slob either. He had thinning hair but still looked young enough to be happily engaged in a relationship. However the man knew this wasn't true currently. He had a knack for these things and he knew this man was alone and felt every bit of it. He decided to start with him.
"Sir are you sure I can't interest you in anything, perhaps some boots." He said kindly to John.
John smiled and realized the man was just being polite and a good salesman. "I don't know, I mean it's Leah's birthday and I wanted to make sure she gets whatever she wants so it's all about her. I don't really need anything."
The man grimaced a little. This was not going to be as easy. He took a pair of dark black boots, very dominating but also very soft leather, just the right mix he felt.
"Try these on sir. They look like something you could use and trying them on is free. See how they feel." He said handing John the shoes.
John looked away from his daughter towards the man and then down to the boots. He felt he should at least look at them but already knew they were just too dark for him. He felt they might draw too much attention.
"They're nice." He said as he took the boots in his hands. He almost felt a shock as he touched them but dismissed it as static electricity. The boots were surprisingly soft, dark and very masculine, but soft and the leather felt great. Well, he thought, maybe trying them on wouldn't hurt.
"Okay, I'll see how they fit." John said as he slowly slid off his loafers and slid first one then the other foot into the dark boots.
John swayed a little in his seat as he felt suddenly a little dizzy. These were very comfortable, he thought at first. They made him feel so very calm and yet at the same time he felt in control, able to decide things very quickly and completely sure of himself. He could get used to this he thought.
The man smiled. This might work fine after all. "Go ahead walk around, see what you think."
John did just that as he walked down an aisle and casually glanced in a mirror to see how these boots presented.
Leah was still looking through the assorted pumps as the man approached. She was a beautiful girl, and showed every bit of it. She was about 5 foot 8 and had striking red hair that flowed down just past her shoulders. She had a great set of legs and obviously enjoyed showing them off wearing a small skirt that was more than a mini but not too much. However the man finally saw the flaw which she hid rather well. She had no chest so to speak. She was wearing a fitted tank-top which while very nice did nothing to enhance her small A-cups she had beneath. He didn't even think she was wearing a bra as it probably wouldn't be worth it. The man spoke up.
"I hear it's your birthday young lady. Are you finding what you want?"
Leah smiled and looked from the shoes up to him. "Yes, I think I'd really like a pair of pumps but I'm not sure which pair.
"Oh well I'm sure we can find the right ones." The man said as John suddenly made his reappearance still wearing the dark boots.
"Oh daddy those are so cool, you look great in them." Leah said seeing her father's boots.
John grinned widely and seemed to have a gleam in his eye that he hadn't had in a long time. "Thanks sweetie, I don't know how to describe it but they make me feel in charge, like the boss of my own life. I feel I can do anything."
Leah smiled and glanced back to the shoes she'd been considering.
The man spoke up. "Perhaps your dad can weigh in on the decision, Leah."
"Sure dad, which pair of pumps do you like?"
John looked over the group of about seven pairs and instantly saw what he liked. They were bright green, very slinky 4 inch heels. They looked just like some his wife had once owned back when things were good between them.
"I like these, honey." He said pointing to the pair.
Leah looked a little confused and yet interested. "Really daddy, those are nice but aren't they a little too .. well sexy."
The man liked where this was going. Clearly the dominance from the boots and confidence was already presenting itself.
"Leah, there's nothing wrong with sexy shoes. You're a woman now and a sexy one too." John said smiling and giving Leah a side hug as she blushed a little.
"Well.." She said looking at all the shoes again. "Okay I'll give them a try, I just hope they fit."
As Leah sat down to remove her shoes, the man took the pair of pumps and approached. "Oh don't worry young woman, these are sure to fit perfectly."
He handed Leah the pair of shoes and she slid one on her left foot. Woah.. she thought as she suddenly felt cold, like a chill went up her spine. The shoe felt incredibly comfortable but something felt like it was missing. She slid the other shoe on and looked at her feet in the pumps.
"Wow honey, you look great in those." John said appraisingly. He really did have a sexy daughter. She was almost his whole world lately but he'd never really seen how attractive she was.
"They are beautiful," The man said looking from John to Leah. "How do they feel?"
Leah looked down and then stood to see how they walked. "They feel incredible, like I'm walking on air. But I don't know."
She walked around in a small circle, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Something was definitely wrong with that image.
John walked up and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Honey what's the matter? You look great in these."
"Thank you daddy" Leah said only half-heartedly. "I don't know, it just seems like something's missing." But what was it.
The man felt it was safe to speak up. "I believe I might be able to help you. What you might be missing is something up top."
John and Leah turned and briefly looked in the man's direction before returning to the mirror. "Up top?" Leah asked as she seemed unsure what the man meant. John looked at the shoes on his daughter then slowly looked her up and down and he suddenly got it. Normally he felt this should be offensive for some stranger to comment on what he felt sure the man was talking about, but somehow with his confidence and control the boots gave him he felt he agreed.
"Leah honey, I think he means your chest." John said looking at his daughter's minor bust line. He'd never really considered it before but Leah really didn't have much to look at.
Leah blushed only slightly as much as she felt she should. Instead of embarrassment or anger, she suddenly felt as if everything made sense. Her chest, that was what was missing. She was not sexy as long as she didn't have a chest to appreciate. "My chest, you mean my breasts don't you?" She asked even though she knew the answer.
John smiled and placed his hand on her shoulder again. "Yes honey, I think you look so sexy in those shoes but unfortunately you just have such small breasts."
Leah looked a little defeated and turned to the man who continued to smile politely.
"It's true," She said. "I've never had breasts. It's so upsetting too because I love these shoes. I wish I could keep them but there's just no way they go with a chest as small as mine."
The man laughed a little, just a chuckle as everything slowly fell into place.
Leah was already seated again as her father simply stood admiring her and trying to reassure her. "Honey it's okay, we'll find some shoes that look good with your breasts."
"You can keep those shoes young lady." The man spoke up catching both of their eyes. Leah looked suddenly very hopeful.
"Really?" She said. "But my chest?"
The man felt a small explanation was in order. "Well, you see those are very special pumps on this table here. Each pair comes with one of these." He said reaching into the shoe box and taking out a small squeeze bulb attached to about three feet of clear tubing. To John and Leah it looked like part of what the doctor used to take your blood pressure.
"What is that?" John asked only a little apprehensively.
"Why this is the Pump. You remember the sneaker that had a pump so you could fill it and fit it properly. Well this is like that except it obviously doesn't pump up the shoe. This, to make it simple, pumps you up to fit the shoe." The man grinned as the two looked at the small bulb and then Leah seemed to get it.
"You mean with that I can have the breasts to fit my shoes?" She tossed her red hair back and looked up to her father who took the bulb and looked it over.
"Sure can, although you may refer to them by a different name than breasts if you really want them to fit that pair of shoes. Go ahead and try it. Your dad I'm sure will help you out."
Leah stood and looked up to her father who was holding the bulb, squeezing it in the air. "How's it work?" John asked.
The man walked over and gestured at the device as he answered. "Very simply. Just place the tip of the tube in Leah's mouth here and squeeze the bulb. The results should be very apparent in no time."
"Really?" John said thinking for a moment. Somehow this whole situation seemed strange but still he felt in control and surprisingly excited about the opportunity to give his daughter just one more thing she really wanted, or maybe more correctly two more things.
Leah looked excited as everything was explained. She had been feeling more and more ashamed over her tiny A-cups the entire time she'd been wearing the sexy shoes but now she had a solution. She was anxious to see what happened. Smiling at her father she placed her hand on his. "Let's try it daddy."
John saw the need in her eyes and instantly made the decision. "Of course honey, if you want me to pump you up, I'll pump you up. Here..." he said holding the tube out as she opened her mouth and closed on it as if on a thermometer.
"Are you ready sweetie?" He asked. She nodded eagerly, her teenage face scrunched as she held the tube tightly in her mouth.
"Just pump until she feels it's enough." The man added moving away to watch.
John nodded and gave a small squeeze to the bulb. Nothing bad happened so he squeezed again and again. After only a minute both he and his daughter saw the results. Beneath her tank top, her small chest began to slowly rise, like dough or a very slow balloon. She moaned just a little but held tightly to the tube.
John felt himself growing a little excited and due to the boots felt no shame in that. He was in control and this was what both he and his little girl wanted. He kept pumping, steadily increasing the speed until his hand was almost a blur.
Leah watched down past the tube as her young breasts slowly improved. In only minutes they were a B-cup and rapidly moving into C-cup range. John grinned wildly as he switched hands and pumped even harder. His daughter was now easily a C-cup, very impressive and they were straining her tank-top now, her nipples prominently on display to his hungry eyes.
The man enjoyed that his customers were getting just what they wanted.
In just another minute, John stopped pumping and looked his daughter over. Her sexy pumps now gave way to her already amazing legs which in turn now led up to some of the most impressive D-cups he'd ever laid eyes on. Her red hair now laid gently over the tops of her breasts as she breathed heavily. Her tank top was as tight as it could get.
She took the tube out of her mouth and looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh wow." She sighed. running her hands lightly over her expanded chest. She now understood what the man meant about these not being breasts. "Now these are tits." She said out loud. She squeezed her left tit momentarily and nearly passed out from the pleasure. She looked perfect... well almost.
Turning to her father, Leah saw he was smiling and she also saw something else. He seemed to have enjoyed this almost as much as her if his pants were any indication. "How are they?" John asked in a weaker voice than he intended.
Leah ran a finger up his chest and grinned very mischievously. "Well daddy, I have a couple more things I think I want for my birthday. Do you think you could help me out just a little more?"
The man felt everything was complete with these two. A difficult pair but they were sure to be very satisfied soon. Still he watched to make sure.
"Whatever you want honey," John said placing a hand on her hips. "Just tell me."
Leah turned and looked in the mirror again. "Daddy I want you to pump me up until I burst out of my tank-top. Then I think I'd like you to fuck my brains out."
John normally would have been shocked beyond all reasoning and probably outraged in his own quiet way. However now this was exactly what John wanted as well so he simply smiled. Bending down he kissed his daughter on the lips and ran a hand along her side. Pulling away, he answered her.
"It's your day honey and I'm here to make you happy. Just place that tube back in those pretty lips."
Leah stood back leaning against a display table and quickly shoved the tube back in her mouth. She smiled at her father and gave him the thumbs up.
This time John wasted no time and rapidly began pumping the small bulb. His little girl was rapidly losing the little and becoming a vixen the likes of which he had never seen. Her tits filled and filled and bulged up over the front of her tank-top. The fabric was stretching to contain her but was slowly losing the battle. She breathed quickly now and with each breath John could see her shoulder straps straining to hold on. Still he pumped watching her and attempting to gauge her size. She now had passed DD-cup and looked to be heading towards small watermelon size.
Leah moaned deeply feeling her titanic tits now being squeezed by her tank-top. She watched her father excitably pumping the small bulb and kept sucking down pump after pump. Soon both of them felt the inevitable happening as her tank-top made small popping noises, the threads being stretched beyond their limit. With a surprisingly soft sound, her shirt snapped and fell to the floor revealing her easily watermelon size tits. She let the tube fall from her mouth and immediately cupped them, softly rubbing her hard nipples. Her tits now easily hung close to her waist when she let them go. Her father dropped the pumping bulb and looked at her with the eyes of an animal.
"Oh daddy, they're incredible." John grabbed her right tit and massaged it sending even more pleasure into his daughter's brain. "Oh yes, Daddy, now I believe I wanted something else for my birthday."
John knew just what she meant and realized he was about to get what he needed too. "Get down on the floor honey. Daddy's about to give you what you want."
Leah dropped to the floor in front of all the shoes she'd been browsing and wasted no time in getting on hands and knees. Her newly pumped tits now reached the carpet and it sent shivers through her every time her nipples dragged. John dropped his pants and revealed a large cock as firm as it had ever been in his life. He reached beneath his daughter's skirt and ripped away her panties, smiling and paying no attention to the rather public nature of this event. He knew what he needed and he knew what Leah wanted.
Grabbing Leah by her teenage hips he slammed his entire cock into her in one quick burst. "OHHH, Oh Yess..." Leah hissed as she felt filled up more than she would have thought possible.
John began grunting as he drove in and out of her faster and faster. He made sure he pounded his little girl hard enough to slide her new tits all over the floor. This was what she wanted.
"Oh daddy, oh yes, oh fuck my brains out, come on fuck them out." Leah chanted loudly as her red hair bounced around her face and she felt the delicious sensation of the carpet on her nipples.
John hadn't been like this in years. He was in control again and would never be lonely again. He was doing what should have been obvious for him to do, giving his daughter everything she wanted. "Oh unghh..." He grunted realizing there was no way he could last long going at this frantic pace.
"Oh, Leah, I'm going to cum. Get ready." He announced tightening his grip on her hips and pulling her back to him more. He never even questioned pulling out. This was everything they both wanted.
"Oh yesss, Daddy, give it to me, give it all to the birthday girl." Leah moaned and shook her hair out of her face as she leaned back lifting her heavy tits from the floor and shaking violently in pleasure. In seconds she felt it inside her. To her mind it was like a fire hose going off inside her. Her daddy had been lonely for a while now so he had a lot to give. It seemed to go on forever.
John shook as he emptied himself into his girl, holding her tightly. She was perfect now, the perfect daughter, the perfect fuck. And she took it all. He actually felt her fill up as he finally stopped cumming. He slumped over her kissing her over her shoulder, breathing in her scent. After just a minute or so, John pulled out from his daughter and stood, helping her to her feet as well. She still felt a little dizzy from her new center of gravity but mostly now from actually getting her wish, she really had her brains fucked out. She smiled and looked up to her father. She couldn't wait to get home and do it again. This was only the beginning.
As John draped his jacket around his topless daughter, he pulled her with him and they each turned to the man who again stood behind the register. "I trust everything is satisfactory." The man said smiling.
John and Leah briefly looked at each other, then to the man. "Oh more than satisfactory." John said.
Leah seemed completely fucked but also completely happy. "This is the best shoe store I've been in, and the best birthday ever." She added as her father kept his arm around her and subtly tweaked one of her nipples.
John quickly paid for their purchases and they slowly walked out the door. In his mind he was just imagining all the rooms in their house at home and just how many of them he could fuck Leah's brains out in.
As the two left, the man settled in again at the door watching the growing crowd as it got closer to noon. He was so glad he helped those two especially on such an important day. He'd now had 5 satisfied customers and it was only 11:40. Soon the real rush might show up. As soon as he thought it, a group of four approached. This could be interesting, he thought.