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Anna's Shorts: The bimbo pill

... silly. I made a mental note to go shopping again later that day, and walked downstairs.

Dad had left me a note in the kitchen, telling me how sorry he was for ditching me last night, and that he'd buy us pizzas for our movie night. I couldn't help but smile at how sweet he was. Dad being at work made me again reminded me that there was somewhere I was supposed to go. I guessed it had to be that I had already decided to go shopping for new clothes, and since I had decided to go to the mall later, I pushed the thought from my mind.

Instead I lay down on the couch in the living room, and browsed through some of our streaming services. Eventually I settled on a series revolving around a young girl who was a vampire hunter of some sort. I couldn't really follow the plot, but it was pretty fun to watch. In fact, it was so much fun that I lost track of time, and before I knew it the front door opened.

"I'm home, princess," dad called out. "I brought pizzas," he added, which reminded me that I hadn't eaten anything since last night. My stomach growled at the reminder, and I smiled as dad brought in the pizza boxes to the living room.

In fact, I was so hungry, that I almost managed to eat a whole pizza by myself, and dad chuckled as he watched me devour my food with ravenous hunger. Halfway through the meal, dad remembered we were supposed to watch a movie, and I gave him the remote as I kept eating.

I don't quite remember what movie we watched, but about halfway ...

... through the movie, we had both finished eating, and I carried the boxes to the kitchen. Just as I was about to return to the living room, I spotted a bottle of pills on the kitchen counter. Oh, that's right. I hadn't taken my vitamins since yesterday, so I swallowed two pills, before returning to the living room.

Dad sat on one end of the couch, and I sat down in the middle. I was pretty tired from the meal, so I lay down, resting my head in dad's lap once more. I closed my eyes, feeling full and happy, smiling as I felt dad caressing my hair.

Before long, dad moved his hand from caressing my hair, to stroking my arm. His touch felt so soft and gentle, that I let out a low moaning sound. Something about his touch reminded me of the clip I had watched last night, and I felt a tingling sensation spreading through my body. The tingling sensation only increased as I felt his hand slowly make its way to my neck, and then slowly inched its way towards my breast.

Again, I found myself laying completely still, savoring daddy's soft caress as his fingers reached my already stiff nipple, barely covered by my bra. Dad gently massaged my breast for what felt like several minutes, and eventually I couldn't stop myself from moaning again. The tingling sensation was fast becoming an aching need. I needed more. The image of the bimbo in the clip I had watched last night, and the look of unbridled pleasure in her eyes, entered my mind unbidden, and I knew that I longed to feel what she had ...