Come to Daddy, after you put on your special Easter dress. That’s right Princess, the one mommy got you long ago for church. I know it’s so small now, isn’t it? It was made for a girl. A beautiful little virginal thing. A new woman, on the cusp of so many things.

Now, you have changed so much, it can barely contain you, your firm cupcake tits with little pink nipples are fat fucking udders now. With long teats, stretched by pumping and sucking. Made to feed your babies like a big girl,

And oh how big you have gotten. The torn and tattered dress can’t cover your wide, breeder hips. Made for making children, not clothing one. Your fat ass hangs out below the hem now, hints of your fuckholes flashing as you struggle to regain some modesty, teetering about in the heels Daddy likes to see his fucktoy in.

The years have not been kind to the garment, but neither has Daddy. It is a map of depravity, a history of your willing subjugation to his paternal cock. Splattered, crusted with spunk from so many loads. Here, across the chest where I wanked over you in the bathroom at church and you had to sit the rest of the sermon with seed drying in your skin and a puddle of juices leaking from your cunny. The torn bit where I could not resist your plump bottom and had to rape your ass full of spunk right in the backseat of the family car.

This frilly bit, where Mommy dried your tears the first time I bent you over the altar. Remember that sweetie? You were so nervous you almost forgot the words. She had to prompt you to beg for Daddy’s holy seed to breed you on this special day. To make new life in your smooth, taut belly.

Of course you were flustered, with all those eyes on you, on your obscenely spread open bottom. All your friends from school, every dirty old man from town, all seeing you mounted like a beast, your loving Daddy rutting in you, no care for anything but painting your womb with your siblings. It didn’t stop you from losing control though did it? With Mommy lapping at your clitty and Daddy pumping his progeny into his progeny. Oh how you cried out, completely submitting with body and soul before the entire congregation.

That was your first, but not your last. So many blessing of fertility the lord has given us, as a result of our mating like beasts again and again.

It has changed you, from a sweet little thing to a fat, stretched out, saggy breeder cow. You used to squeal when I put it in, now you just grunt like a dumb animal as I ram your womb. Completely submitted to your fate. Giving your body completely to Daddy.

So do it now. Wear the dress and come to me. Offer your body and fertility up again on this holy day. An offering of submission and warm, wet flesh to sate Daddy’s rampant cock.

It’s what the gods, and your dripping cunt, demand.