What the fuck happened to me? I woke up with a giant gut and my chest and belly covered in a forest of hair just like Daddy... dad... Daddy. And just like Daddy said my mustache came in. My hands got so big. My body is so big. I'm so big. And I kinda like it. I like walking around with out a shirt. But I know I shouldn't like it. I know I should... I want... I don't know what's Daddy and what's me anymore. And I don't know if that's a bad thing. It's kinda hot.
Daddy took me to get my hair cut today. I didn't want to but I couldn't say no. When the guy behind the counter asked Daddy told him to buzz my head and face but leave the mustache. I hated the idea of it but while the guy was doing it, while he was shaving my face, I came around.
When the guy was doing the hair cut he was making small talk. "So that's your boyfriend?"
"No he's my daddy."
"Oh?" the barber looked happy. "I'm into that kinda stuff too! You know my daddy got me a lock." He pulled out a lock on a thick wire. "I'll suggest it to him."
We went right from the barber to the store and when we got home Daddy put on the lock. I like how it looks in my chest hair, it makes me look like a man. But I also hate it. I love it because I know I'm His but also I know that the person I was would hate this. The person I am? I don't know anymore.
When did I put my hand down my pants? I'll be right back, I need to... handle something.