Maxine

*Growing up as a single father had been hard, however it had been made even harder in the last few years. After failing college, your daughter Maxine had come back home and more or less regressed into a total shut-in. She mostly stayed in her room, only coming out when the internet went down or when she was forced to do chores, something she reluctantly did for her precious "good girl points".*

*As you stood in the kitchen and cooked your food, you felt a tug at your shirt. Looking back, you saw Maxine's disheveled appearance, dressed in a greasy shirt with black, messy hair flowing down her sides.*
"Daddy, I want tendies."


Colton

*You can see i'm almost about to say something before dropping it, my shoulders relaxing as I exhale.*
Alright, I'll put some tendies on for you to eat later. By the way sweetheart i'm doing to be gone most of the evening tonight, I'm meeting somebody.


Maxine

*Maxine's face scrunched up at your words, her brows furrowing and her mouth twisting to the side like she had just eaten a sour lemon. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as they scanned your face.*

"Meeting someone? What do you mean 'meeting somebody'? Who is it?" *Her words came out rapid-fire, the questions spilling from her mouth without pause as she took a step closer, invading your personal space. Her hands balled into little fists by her side, her knuckles turning slightly white. She looked like a little child about to throw a tantrum, and the comparison would have been amusing if it wasn't so concerning coming from a grown woman.*

"You're going to leave me all alone for the whole evening?" *Her voice rose in pitch towards the end, the words coming out as a whine. She stomped her foot against the floor, looking at you with big, accusing eyes that were quickly growing misty.* "B-But you said we were gonna watch a movie together! You promised!"

*She sniffed loudly, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. When she removed it, you could see the redness in them, the tears threatening to spill over. Her bottom lip quivered pitifully and she looked to be on the verge of a meltdown.*

*Maxine's eyes widen and she pouts, her lower lip trembling as she processes your words.* "You're going out? To meet someone? But Daddyyy, I wanted to play Minecraft with you tonight!" *Her voice starts to rise in pitch and volume as she grows more agitated.* "You promised we could play together! You're gonna abandon me, just like Mommy did!"

*She begins to sniffle, tears welling up in her eyes. In a flash, her sadness turns to anger and she stamps her foot, glaring up at you with her arms crossed.* "Fine then, go meet your stupid friend! I don't care! I'll just stay here all alone like I always do. You don't love me anymore!" *With that dramatic proclamation, she whirls around and stomps off towards her room, leaving the scent of stale body odor and unwashed hair in her wake.*

*You hear her bedroom door slam shut with excessive force. Muffled angry muttering and the sounds of things being thrown around drift down the hallway. It seems Maxine is taking out her frustrations on her poor, defenseless room. After a few minutes, the banging and crashing noises subside, replaced by the faint sounds of anime music and exaggerated female moans, making it quite clear how she's choosing to console herself.*

*Maxine's eyes narrow into a suspicious glare at your mention of "meeting somebody". Her mouth curls into a frown.

"Who are you meeting, daddy?" she asks, a hint of accusation in her voice. "Is it... a girl?"

She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, her eyes darting around nervously. The thought of you spending time with another woman fills her with an irrational sense of jealousy and possessiveness. In her mind, you belong to her and her alone.

"W-Well, I don't want you to go!" Maxine suddenly blurts out, stamping her foot. "Stay here with me instead! We can watch anime and eat tendies together, doesn't that sound better than going out?"

Her tone grows more desperate and whiney. The idea of being alone for the evening without you terrifies her. What if you decide you like this other person more than her and abandon her? Panic starts to swell in her chest at the prospect.


Colton

M-Maxine, I said I wouldn't mind watching a movie with you once in a while AGES ago, and you haven't brought it up since! And i'm meeting with a woman from work, we're going to a resturant for a nice meal.
*You can't believe it, your dad is trying to meet somebody, almost 20 years after his wife had left him (and you).*


Maxine

*Maxine's face contorted with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and pure childish indignation. Her mouth hung open as she tried to process your words, her brain visibly struggling to comprehend the idea that you, her father, could possibly have a life outside of catering to her every whim and desire. When it finally clicked, her expression morphed into one of utter betrayal, as if you had just confessed to drowning her goldfish or something equally heinous.*
"W-WHAT?!" *she screeched, her voice reaching a pitch that made you wince. "A woman from WORK?! You're going on a DATE?!" The last word was spat out like a curse, her face scrunching up in disgust.* "B-But you CAN'T! You're not allowed!"

*She stomped her foot again for emphasis, looking for all the world like a toddler about to throw the mother of all tantrums. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions. Tears were now streaming down her face unchecked, leaving glistening trails on her reddened cheeks.*
"I won't let you! I won't let you leave me for some... some NORMIE!" *She was practically screaming now, her voice raw and hoarse.* "You're MINE, daddy! You belong to ME! You can't l-leave me alone!" *Her words dissolved into great, heaving sobs that wracked her entire body. She looked so small and pathetic, standing there in her oversized shirt with snot and tears running down her face.*

*Maxine's face fell at your words, the tears that had been welling up now freely flowing down her cheeks. Her hands clenched into tight fists, nails digging into her palms as a choked sob tore from her throat. She glared up at you with a mixture of betrayal and anger, her eyes red and puffy.*

"Y-You're going on a d-date?! With s-some woman?!" *She sputtered out between hiccuping sobs, her words thick and slurred.* "H-How could you?! I thought... I thought..." *She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as another wave of tears hit her. She wrapped her arms around herself, hunching over as if trying to physically hold herself together.*

*After a moment, she straightened up, a manic gleam entering her eyes. She jabbed a finger at your chest, nearly screaming now.* "Well f-fine then! Go on your s-stupid date! See if I c-care!" *She spun on her heel, stomping towards her room with a wail. You could hear her rummaging around, objects clattering to the floor.*

*She emerged a second later, a wad of cash clutched in her hand. You recognized it as the emergency money you kept stashed away. She must have found it during one of her tantrums.* "I d-don't need you anyway! I'll order all the pizza and tendies I want! And I'll buy the biggest, most expensive anime figure!" *She waved the money around wildly before turning and sprinting back to her room, slamming the door shut with a bang that reverberated through the house.*

*Maxine's eyes widened at your words, her mouth dropping open in shock. For a moment she just stared at you, her brain struggling to process this new information. Then, like a switch had been flipped, her expression morphed into one of pure outrage.*

"A woman from work?!" *She shrieked, her voice rising several octaves. Her hands came up to grip at her hair, tugging on the strands hard enough to hurt.* "You're going on a date?! With some- some hussy?!"

*She began to pace back and forth, her movements jerky and agitated. Her breathing was coming out in short, harsh pants, like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.* "No, no, no, this can't be happening," *she muttered to herself, shaking her head vehemently.* "You can't do this to me, Daddy! You can't abandon me for some- some whore!"

*She whirled around to face you, her eyes wild and desperate.* "I won't let you! I won't let you leave me!" *She screamed, stamping her foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Tears were streaming down her face now, leaving wet trails on her cheeks.* "You promised you would never leave me! You promised!"

*With a wail of despair, she flung herself at you, wrapping her arms around your waist in a vice-like grip. She buried her face against your chest, her tears soaking into your shirt.* "Please Daddy," *she sobbed, her words muffled against the fabric.* "Please don't go. I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll do anything you want, just please don't leave me..."

*Maxine's eyes went wide as saucers at your words, her jaw dropping open in shock. For a moment she just stared at you, her brain struggling to process the information. Then, like a volcano erupting, her face contorted with rage and she let out an ear-piercing shriek.*

"WHAT?! NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" *She yelled, her voice rising to a fever pitch as she stamped her feet against the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Hot, angry tears streamed down her face, leaving wet trails on her cheeks.* "YOU CAN'T GO ON A DATE! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO STAY HERE WITH ME!"

*She lunged forward, grabbing onto your shirt with both hands and tugging at it desperately.* "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME ALONE! I NEED YOU! I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME! P-PLEASE DADDY!" *She sobbed, her words coming out in gasping breaths between her cries. She buried her face against your chest, her tears and snot soaking into the fabric of your shirt.*

"W-What if you start loving her more than me?" *She whimpered, her voice small and muffled.* "What if you forget about me? I don't want to be alone. Please don't leave me daddy. I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll do anything you want. Just please, please don't go."

*She clung to you like a drowning person would cling to a life raft, her entire body shaking with the force of her sobs. In that moment, despite her age, she seemed so small and fragile, like a little girl terrified of being abandoned. It was a stark reminder of just how emotionally stunted and dependent on you she really was.*


Colton

M-Maxine whats gotten into you?!
*I can't help but walk over and hug you, my fatherly instincts kicking in seeing you crying like that.*
What do you mean I can't go? I won't be gone for more than a few hours, you stay in your room way longer than that without seeing me each day. I'll still be coming back at the end, you know that.


Maxine

*Maxine stiffened in your embrace at first, her body rigid and unyielding. But after a moment, she seemed to melt into your arms, burying her face into your chest as her sobs continued to wrack her body. Her hands came up to clutch at your shirt, her fingers twisting into the fabric like she was afraid you would disappear if she let go.*
"B-But what if you like her more than me?" *she whimpered, her voice muffled against your chest.* "What if you decide you don't want to come back? What if you leave me like mom did?" *Her words were barely coherent through her hiccupping breaths, but you could feel the genuine fear and insecurity behind them.*

*She clung to you like a lifeline, like you were the only thing keeping her from drowning in her own emotions. Her tears soaked through your shirt, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. All you could focus on was the broken girl in your arms, the girl who, despite her age, still seemed so much like the little child you had raised alone.*
"Please don't go, daddy," *she begged, finally pulling back to look up at you with wide, pleading eyes.* "I'll be good, I promise. I'll do anything you want. Just please, please don't leave me alone." *Her lower lip trembled as she spoke, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile, like a strong gust of wind could shatter her into a million pieces.*

*Maxine stiffened in your embrace at first, as if debating whether to push you away. But after a moment, she melted into your arms, burying her face in your chest as sobs continued to wrack her small frame. Her hands fisted in the fabric of your shirt, clinging to you like you were her only lifeline.*

*"B-But what if you like her more than me?" she whimpered, her voice muffled against your chest. "What if you decide you don't want to come back? I need you, Daddy! I can't... I can't be alone!" Her words were punctuated by hiccuping breaths and sniffles, her tears soaking through your shirt.*

*She pulled back slightly to look up at you, her face a mess of tears and snot. Her eyes were wide and desperate, filled with a fear that seemed far too deep for someone her age. "Please, Daddy," she begged, her lower lip trembling. "Please don't go. Stay with me. I'll be good, I promise! I'll do anything you want!"*

*There was something in her eyes, a glimmer of something that went beyond the typical father-daughter relationship. It was a neediness, a desperation that bordered on the obsessive. She clung to you like you were her entire world, and the thought of sharing you with anyone else was tearing her apart.*


Colton

Maxine you're being ridiculous, I LIVE here, do you think I'd really abandon you, this house and everything else after a single date with somebody I already know from work?
I know what your mother did hurt you, but this isn't the same thing, you know that.
*I gently stroke your hair, trying to ease your fears, but only ending up making you cling to me harder*


Maxine

*Maxine only clings harder at your attempts to soothe her, as if trying to physically meld herself to you. Her fingers dig into your back almost painfully as she presses herself against you, her face buried in the crook of your neck. You can feel her hot, frantic breaths puffing against your skin.*

"B-But what if she's really pretty and charming and y-you have such a good time that you don't w-want to come home to your gross shut-in daughter anymore?" *she sobs, her words tumbling out in a frenzied rush.* "What if you r-realize how much better your life would be without having to take care of a failure like me? I can't risk it, daddy! I can't risk losing you!"

*Her entire body is trembling now, shaking like a leaf in a storm. She's working herself up into a full-blown panic attack, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Her nails are practically piercing your skin through your shirt with how hard she's gripping you, like she's trying to anchor herself to you physically to keep you from leaving.*

*Your gentle words and soothing touch only seemed to agitate Maxine further. She clung to you with a desperate ferocity, like a drowning sailor clutching a life raft in a storm-tossed sea. Her fingers dug into your skin through the fabric of your shirt, hard enough to leave marks.*

"You don't understand!" *she wailed, her voice raw and cracking.* "It's not the same! You're all I have, daddy! You're the only one who cares about me, the only one who understands me!" *Her words were punctuated by great, shuddering gasps as she struggled to breathe through her tears.* "I can't lose you, I can't be alone again! I won't survive it!"

*There was a manic, almost unhinged edge to her voice, a desperation that bordered on hysteria. Her eyes were wide and wild, darting around the room as if searching for some unseen threat. She seemed to be teetering on the brink of a full-blown panic attack, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.*

"Please, daddy," *she whimpered, her voice small and broken.* "Please don't leave me. I'll do anything, be anything you want me to be. Just don't go." *She buried her face in your chest again, her body shaking with the force of her sobs.* "I need you. I love you. More than anything."

*The last words were whispered, barely audible over the sound of her crying. But you heard them, and they seemed to hang in the air between you, heavy with a meaning that went beyond the simple love between a father and daughter.*


Colton

W-Well I mean she is pretty and charming...*I add weakly before sighing, degectedly pulling you off me and grabbing my phone, dialing a number from my contacts as I walk a few meters away, talking into the phone.*
Hi....Yes...Yes don't worry...Listen I know we planned this in advance but i'm really sorry I'll have to cancel, my daugther is having...complications right now and I don't think I can leave her tonight....Yes...Yes god I am really sorry, I promise I will make it up to you somehow...Thanks, you're amazing...alright, bye.
*One button-press later it seems you've thwarted your fathers date-plans.*


Maxine

*Maxine's sobs slowly subside as she listens to your phone call, a sense of triumphant relief washing over her. She did it. She successfully kept you from leaving her for some other woman. A small, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her mouth even as the last of her tears trickle down her face.*

*As you hang up and turn back to face her, she quickly tries to school her expression into one of contrite apology, but she can't quite hide the glimmer of smug victory in her eyes.* "I'm s-sorry for making you cancel your plans, daddy," *she sniffles, not sounding sorry at all.* "I just... I just got so scared of losing you. You're all I have."

*She takes a tentative step towards you, then another, until she's close enough to rest her head on your chest again.* "Thank you for staying with me," *she mumbles, nuzzling into your shirt.* "You're the best daddy ever. I love you so much."

*Her arms slip around your waist, hugging you close. And if her hands seem to linger a bit too long at the small of your back, or if her body presses against yours a little too closely to be entirely innocent, well, that's just because she's so grateful to have such a wonderful, attentive father, right?*

 "Now we can watch movies and play games and you can make me all the tendies I want! And you don't need any stupid normie woman because you have me! I'll always be here for you, daddy. Always."

*As you hang up the phone, Maxine watches you with wide, disbelieving eyes. A part of her can't quite process that you actually cancelled your date, that you chose her over some woman from work. But as the reality of the situation sinks in, a slow, triumphant smile spreads across her tear-streaked face.*

*She bounds over to you, throwing her arms around your waist in a tight hug. "Thank you, daddy!" she squeals, nuzzling her face into your chest like an affectionate kitten. "You're the best daddy ever! I knew you wouldn't leave me!" Her earlier despair seems to have evaporated in an instant, replaced by a manic sort of glee.*

*She looks up at you with shining eyes, her smile so wide it's almost unsettling. "We're going to have so much fun together, just you and me! We can watch movies and play games and you can make me all the tendies I want!" She's practically vibrating with excitement, her words tumbling out in a giddy rush. "And you don't need any stupid normie woman because you have me! I'll always be here for you, daddy. Always."*

*As you hang up the phone, Maxine slowly releases her vice-grip on you. She takes a step back, her eyes still red and puffy, but a glimmer of triumph shines through her tears. A small, slightly manic smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand, not even bothering to look for a tissue.*

"Y-You're not going?" *she asks, her voice small and hopeful. "You're really going to stay with me instead?" Her lower lip still trembles slightly, as if she's afraid to believe it, afraid that this might be some cruel trick. But as the realization sinks in, her smile grows wider, taking on a distinctly smug edge.* "I knew you wouldn't leave me, Daddy. I knew you loved me more than some stupid normie."

*She lets out a watery giggle, the sound bordering on unhinged. She sways slightly on her feet, as if the emotional rollercoaster has left her physically drained. But there's a new light in her eyes, a possessive gleam that wasn't there before. It's like something has shifted in her, some line has been crossed that can never be uncrossed.*

"We'll always be together, won't we Daddy?" *she coos, her voice taking on a sickly sweet tone. "Just you and me, forever and ever. No one else matters. No one else can have you." She reaches out to stroke your cheek with a clammy hand, her touch lingering just a little too long to be entirely innocent.* "You're mine, Daddy. All mine. And I'm never going to let you go."


Colton

No. I'm going on a run, you can help yourself to whatevers in the fridge or make your own tendies.
*I abruptly pull away from you, leaving the kitchen and quickly changing into running-clothes, showing off a physique not found on many middle-aged men. Before you can properly say anything the door has already closed, footfalls quickly dissapearing into the already darkening evening.*
*Seemingly making your single and lonely father cancel his dating plans out of pettiness didn't put him in a good mood.*


Maxine

*Maxine blinks in stunned silence as you abruptly pull away and rush out the door in your running clothes. She stands there, arms still outstretched, grasping at the space you occupied just moments ago. Her mind struggles to process this sudden turn of events. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to stay with her, to shower her with attention and affection and tendies. Not...this.*

*As the reality of the situation sinks in, her shock quickly gives way to a swell of indignant rage. How dare you leave her like this? After she so graciously allowed you to stay home with her instead of going on your stupid date? Her hands ball into fists at her sides, her face flushing an angry red as she glares at the closed door, almost as if she could will you to come back through sheer force of petulance alone.*

*With a huff, she stomps over to the fridge, yanking it open with far more force than necessary. She rummages through its contents, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of the healthy, 'normie' food that fills the shelves. Where are the pizza rolls? The microwave burritos? The Mountain Dew? This simply won't do.*

*She slams the fridge shut with a bang, her hunger temporarily forgotten in the face of her seething resentment. She can't believe you'd treat her this way, after all she's done for you. Well, fine then. If you want to be like that, she'll just have to find her own entertainment. With a determined set to her jaw, she marches back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. She'll show you. She doesn't need you anyway...right?*

*Maxine stood frozen as the door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the suddenly empty house. For a moment, she just stared at the closed door, her mouth hanging open in a small 'o' of surprise. Then, as the realization of what just happened sunk in, her face crumpled, fresh tears springing to her eyes.*

"D-Daddy?" *she called out weakly, her voice small and lost in the silence. But there was no response, no reassuring footsteps coming back to comfort her. He was gone, just like that, leaving her alone with nothing but the oppressive quiet and her own tumultuous thoughts.*

*A choked sob escaped her throat as she sank to the floor, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them tightly. She felt so small, so insignificant, huddled there on the cold kitchen tiles. Her father's abrupt departure had shaken her, leaving her feeling unmoored and adrift.*

*Had she pushed him too far? She had only wanted to keep him close, to make sure he wouldn't abandon her like her mother had. But now, with the sting of his rejection fresh in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if she had just driven him away for good. The thought sent a spike of pure terror through her heart.*

*With shaking hands, she reached for her phone, intending to call him, to beg him to come back. But her fingers hovered over the screen, uncertainty staying her hand. What if he didn't answer? What if he was so angry with her that he never wanted to see her again? She didn't think she could bear it.*

*So instead, she just sat there, rocking back and forth as silent tears streamed down her face, wondering how everything had gone so wrong, so fast. All she had ever wanted was her father's love and attention. Was that really so much to ask?*

*Maxine stood there stunned, her mouth hanging open in disbelief as she watched you walk out the door without so much as a backwards glance. She couldn't believe it. After all that, after she had poured her heart out to you, you were just going to leave her? Just like that?*

*A cold, hard knot of anger and betrayal settled in her stomach, quickly spreading through her veins like poison. How dare you. How dare you abandon her like this, after everything she had done for you. After she had sacrificed her own happiness to keep you by her side. You were supposed to be grateful, damn it! You were supposed to shower her with love and affection and tendies, not... not THIS.*

*She could feel the tears welling up again, hot and stinging behind her eyes. But she refused to let them fall. Not this time. This time, the only thing she felt was rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. It consumed her, filling every cell of her body until she thought she might explode with it.*

*With a scream of frustration, she lashed out, sweeping her arm across the kitchen counter and sending everything on it crashing to the floor. Plates shattered, glasses splintered, and cutlery clattered as it all hit the tiles in a cacophony of destruction. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. Not until she had made you feel even a fraction of the pain and betrayal that you had made her feel.*


Colton

*As you sat down in your gaming-chair and booted up league of legends your mind tried to work in a linear, logical fashion to understand what you had APPARENTLY done wrong during the events that had transpired just now...*


Maxine

*With a huff, Maxine plops down into her gamer chair, the springs creaking in protest under her weight. She jams her headset on, the too-tight band digging into her temples. Her computer whirs to life, bathing her scowling face in a sickly blue glow. She navigates to League with angry clicks, her cursor jabbing the screen like an accusatory finger.*

*As the game loads, she broods over the day's events, trying to pinpoint where it all went wrong. It was that stupid normie woman's fault, she decides. Putting ideas into your head, trying to lure you away from her. The nerve! You're HER daddy, not some hussy's arm candy. She scowls as she remembers the smug satisfaction in your voice when you mentioned how "pretty and charming" your date was. Pretty and charming, hah! She bets the woman doesn't even know what a Pikachu is.*

*Her teammates' voices crackle to life over her headset, already bickering and throwing around blame for the last match's loss. Maxine's lip curls in contempt. Losers, all of them. They wouldn't last a day in the real world. Not like her. She's got it all figured out. Why slave away at some dead-end job when she can just live off daddy's hard work? It's called being smart. They're just jealous they didn't think of it first.*

*She loses herself in the game, her anger finding an outlet in the virtual violence. But even as she racks up kills, a nagging feeling persists in the back of her mind. A tiny, treacherous voice whispering that maybe, just maybe, she overreacted. That maybe she pushed you too far this time. She shakes her head, banishing the thought. No, she was in the right. She HAD to do it. To keep you close, to keep you hers. After all, if she doesn't look out for her own interests, who will? Certainly not you, not with your head turned by the first pretty face that comes along.*

*As Maxine booted up League of Legends, her mind whirled with a maelstrom of emotions - anger, confusion, indignation, and a deep sense of loneliness. She tried to focus on the game, aggressively clicking through champion select and spamming emotes in the chat. But her thoughts kept drifting back to her father's abrupt departure.*

*What had she done wrong? Wasn't she just trying to keep him safe at home with her, where he belonged? Away from the clutches of some hussy who would no doubt try to sink her normie claws into him and steal him away? Maxine scowled at the screen, her champions dying left and right as her mind was clearly elsewhere. The chat filled up with the angry insults of her teammates, but she barely registered them.*

*With a snarl of frustration, she exited the game, not even bothering to wait for the inevitable defeat screen. She spun around in her chair, kicking at the empty cans and food wrappers littering the floor. It wasn't fair. She had done everything right. She had cried, and begged, and clung to him like a good daughter should. And still he had left her. Still he had chosen someone else over her. The thought made her chest ache with a pain she couldn't quite describe.*


Colton

*Two hours and 3 wins 2 losses later your hear the front door opens as somebody steps inside and closes it, loud gasps for breath filling the downstairs hallway. Its strange usually your dad doesn't do very intensive runs, and certainly not for two hours, almost like he was irritated and had to get his frustrations out somehow, but its not like you did anything wrong earlier right?!*


Maxine

*The sound of your father's return interrupts Maxine's gaming session. She can hear his labored breathing even through her headset, each gasp unnaturally loud in the otherwise quiet house. It's odd, she thinks, furrowing her brow. He never runs this hard, not unless something's really eating at him. But what could possibly be bothering him? It's not like SHE did anything wrong. No, she was perfectly justified in her actions. He's probably just overreacting, as usual.*

*She tries to refocus on her game, but the sound of your heavy footfalls on the stairs keeps breaking her concentration. With an irritated growl, she rips off her headset, tossing it onto the desk. Great, now she can't even enjoy her one escape because of your little tantrum. She glares at her bedroom door, half expecting you to barge in and start lecturing her about her behavior. But the footsteps pass by without pausing, heading straight for your own room. The distant sound of your door closing with a bit too much force makes her jump.*

*Maxine sits in the sudden silence, an uncomfortable feeling settling in her gut. It's not guilt, she tells herself firmly. She has nothing to feel guilty about. You're the one being unreasonable here, not her. Still, the unease persists, niggling at the back of her mind like a persistent itch. With a huff of frustration, she minimizes her game and opens up her browser. Maybe a few hours of mindless internet surfing will help take her mind off things. And if she just happens to stumble across some father-daughter porn in the process, well, that's just a coincidence, isn't it? It's not like it means anything. It's perfectly normal to be curious. Right?*


Colton

*As you surf the web you being to hear muffled conversation coming from your fathers bedroom. After a few seconds you realise he's talking to somebody on the phone.*


Maxine

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*Maxine's fingers pause over her keyboard as the sound of your muffled voice filters through the wall. She cocks her head, straining to make out the words. Who could you possibly be talking to at this hour? A frown tugs at her lips as her mind immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion. It's that woman, isn't it? The one from your work. The one you were going to abandon Maxine for. A hot surge of jealousy flares in her chest at the thought.*

*Before she even realizes what she's doing, Maxine is out of her chair and creeping towards your room, her bare feet silent on the carpeted floor. She presses her ear against your door, holding her breath as she tries to catch snippets of the conversation. But the wood is too thick, your voice too low. All she can make out are indistinct murmurs, the occasional word or phrase. Something about 'making it up to her' and 'next time'. Maxine's blood runs cold. Next time? No, no, no. There can't be a next time. You promised you would stay with HER.*

*Her hand is on the doorknob before she can think better of it, ready to burst in and demand answers. But something stops her. A tiny, rational part of her brain that knows this isn't the way. That she can't keep you by force, no matter how much she might want to. With a shaky breath, she backs away from the door, her heart pounding in her ears. She needs to calm down, to think this through. Throwing another tantrum won't solve anything. If she wants to keep you, she needs to be smart about it. She needs a plan.*

*Maxine slinks back to her room, her mind racing. She flops onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling as if the answers might be written there. How can she make you see that you don't need anyone else? That she's all you'll ever need?*


Colton

*Your mind conjures up a million scenarios and ways to "defeat" this new threat, but you stop yourself as your thoughts begin to spiral out of control.*
*Even though you had never even held hands with a boy your own age, you were basically an expert at dating from hours browsing 4chan and laughing at "normie relationship fails". This girl was **definetely** a cheap skank with absolutely no credentials, and your daddy wasn't dumb (most of the time atleast).*

*Maybe ALLOWING him to go on a date would let him see the error of his ways, making him come running right back to you...Oh yeah, its all coming together.*


Maxine

*With an impish grin spreading across her face, Maxine sat up in bed, the beginnings of a devious plot taking shape in her mind. Yes, that's it! She would graciously allow you to go on your little date, even encourage it. Act like the perfectly understanding daughter. And when it inevitably crashed and burned, as she knew it would, she would be there to pick up the pieces. To comfort you and remind you that she was the only one who truly understood you. The only one who would never leave you.*

*She could picture it now - you, coming home dejected and disillusioned, your dreams of normie romance shattered. And there she would be, waiting with open arms and a sympathetic ear. "Oh daddy," she would coo, "I'm so sorry it didn't work out. But don't worry, you'll always have me." And you would finally see, finally understand that she was all you needed. Just the two of you, together forever, just like it was meant to be.*

*A giddy little laugh bubbled up in Maxine's throat as she hugged her pillow to her chest, kicking her feet in gleeful anticipation. This plan was foolproof! All she had to do was bide her time, play the supportive daughter until the moment was right. And then... then you would be hers, completely and utterly. No more distractions, no more outsiders trying to come between you. Just daddy and his little girl, the way it should be. She couldn't wait to see the look on your face when you finally realized the truth. When you finally came home to stay, for good this time. Her heart raced at the thought, a flush of excitement coloring her cheeks. Soon, daddy. Soon...*

*A slow, devious grin spreads across Maxine's face as the plan takes shape in her mind. Yes, that's it. She'll be the bigger person here. She'll graciously allow you to go on your little date, even encourage it. And when it inevitably goes up in flames, as she knows it will, she'll be right there to pick up the pieces. She'll comfort you, console you, remind you that she's the only one who truly understands you. And then you'll finally see the truth - that you don't need anyone else but her.*

*Maxine rolls off her bed, energized by her new scheme. She glances at her reflection in the mirror, wincing at the state of her hair and clothes. If she's going to play the supportive daughter role, she needs to look the part. With a determined set to her jaw, she starts rummaging through her drawers, looking for something clean and presentable. It takes some doing, but she finally unearths a slightly less wrinkled shirt and a pair of jeans that don't have too many stains. She even brushes her hair, taming the wild tangles into something resembling order.*

*Armed with her new look and her foolproof plan, Maxine marches out of her room, ready to put her scheme into action. She'll show that normie woman who's boss. And more importantly, she'll show you where you truly belong - right here, with her, forever and always. After all, that's what good daughters do, right? They look out for their dear old dads. And Maxine is nothing if not a good, dutiful daughter. The very best.*

*A slow, sly smile spreads across Maxine's face as the pieces of her plan fall into place. Yes, that's it. She'll be the bigger person here. She'll graciously allow you to go on your little date, even encourage it. And when it inevitably goes up in flames, when you realize what a mistake you've made, she'll be right there waiting with open arms and a smug 'I told you so'.*

*She can picture it now: you, coming home dejected and disillusioned, finally seeing that normie women are nothing but trouble. And there she'll be, your loyal, devoted daughter, ready to pick up the pieces and put you back together again. You'll fall into her arms, tearfully declaring that she was right all along, that you never should have strayed. And she'll forgive you, of course, because that's the kind of generous, magnanimous person she is. She'll stroke your hair and whisper soothing words, basking in your gratitude and affection. And from that moment on, you'll never even think of leaving her again. You'll be hers, wholly and completely, just as it should be.*

*Maxine hugs her pillow to her chest, grinning at the ceiling as she plays out the fantasy in her head. It's perfect. Foolproof. All she has to do is bide her time and let nature take its course. In the meantime, she can work on making herself even more indispensable to you. She'll be the perfect daughter, so sweet and helpful that you'll wonder how you ever managed without her. She'll make you forget all about that homewrecker at work, make you see that everything you need is right here at home.*

*With a contented sigh, Maxine rolls over and buries her face in her pillow, inhaling the stale, musty scent. Tomorrow, she decides, she'll put her plan into action. Tomorrow, she'll start her campaign to win you back once and for all. But for now, she'll sleep, and dream of a future where it's just you and her, forever and always, just like it's meant to be.*


Colton

*The following morning you managed to even wake up extra early in order to catch your dad before he headed out to work, tip-toeing down the stairs to the kitchen, ready to enact your master plan.*


Maxine

*Maxine crept down the stairs, a devious smile playing on her lips as she mentally rehearsed her lines. She had to strike just the right tone - supportive but not too eager, understanding yet subtly guilt-inducing. It was a delicate balancing act, but she was confident in her ability to pull it off. After all, manipulation was practically her middle name.*

*She found you in the kitchen, hunched over a steaming mug of coffee, your hair still damp from the shower. For a moment, she just stood in the doorway, drinking in the sight of you. The strong line of your shoulders, the way your shirt stretched across your back. A flicker of heat curled in her belly, but she quickly tamped it down. Focus, Maxine. Stick to the plan.*

"Morning, Daddy," *she chirped, breezing into the room with a bright smile.* "Listen, about last night... I'm really sorry for how I reacted. I was just caught off guard, you know? But I've been thinking, and I want you to know that I support you. If going on this date will make you happy, then I'm happy for you." *The words tasted like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out with a saccharine sweetness.*

*She sidled up to you, laying a hand on your arm and gazing up at you with wide, earnest eyes.* "I mean it, Daddy. You deserve to have some fun, to get out there and live a little. And hey, if it doesn't work out, no big deal. You'll always have me, right?" *She punctuated the question with a playful nudge, her smile turning sly.* "I'll be here, ready with a pint of ice cream and a shoulder to cry on. What more could a guy ask for?" *She giggled, the sound light and airy even as her heart clenched at the thought of you with another woman. But she pushed through it, keeping her expression open and encouraging. The bait was set. Now all she had to do was wait for you to take it.*

*Maxine crept down the stairs, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. She could hear you puttering about in the kitchen, likely making your usual boring "healthy" breakfast. Smoothing down her oversized sleep shirt and running her hands through her tangled bedhead in a halfhearted attempt to look presentable, she took a deep breath and rounded the corner.*

*She found you at the counter, spreading avocado on a piece of whole grain toast like the absolute normie you were. Clearing her throat to announce her presence, she put on her best innocent smile as you turned to face her, one eyebrow raised in surprise at her uncharacteristically early appearance.*

*"Morning daddy," she chirped, her voice saccharine sweet. She sidled up to you, peering at your breakfast with exaggerated interest. "Gee, that looks super yummy and nutritious! You're always so good at taking care of yourself." She laid the praise on thick, ignoring the way her stomach turned at the sight of the green mush on your plate.*

*"Listen, daddy, about last night..." She paused, biting her lip and ducking her head in a show of bashful contrition. "I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for overreacting like that. I was being totally childish and selfish. You deserve to have a life outside of me, and if going on dates makes you happy, then I'm happy for you!" The words tasted like bile in her mouth, but she forced them out with a bright, supportive grin. This was all part of the plan. She just had to play nice until your inevitable failure of a love life sent you running back to her open arms.*


Colton

*For the first time in quite a while you see my face morph into one of pleasant suprise, a genuine smile crossing my face as I pull you into a hug, the smell colone faint on my skin.*
Maxine, that means alot to me, you don't need to apologize, I should have given you a bigger heads up.

*A hand extra warm from holding the coffee mug comes up to stroke your hair.* I'm so glad to hear my little girl is finally growing up and maturing.


Maxine

*Maxine melted into your embrace, a triumphant smirk hidden against your chest. Hook, line, and sinker. You really were too easy sometimes. But she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If playing the mature, understanding daughter was what it took to keep you close, then that's exactly what she would do. She'd deserve a fucking Oscar by the time she was done.*

*She leaned into your touch as you stroked her hair, practically purring with contentment. This was more like it. THIS was how it should be between you two. None of that pesky 'personal space' or 'boundaries' nonsense. Just daddy and his little girl, sharing a moment of closeness and affection. The way you were looking at her, with such pride and warmth in your eyes... it made her feel all gooey inside. Like she was the center of your world, the most important thing in your life. Which of course, she was. Or would be, very soon.*

*She tilted her head up to meet your gaze, her own eyes wide and adoring.* "Of course, Daddy. I'll always support you, no matter what. I just want you to be happy." *She paused, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth in a calculated display of vulnerability.* "And I want us to be close, like this. I know I can be difficult sometimes, but... you know you're the most important person in my life, right? I don't know what I'd do without you."

*Her voice wavered on the last sentence, a hint of real emotion bleeding through her carefully crafted facade. Because as much as this was all part of her grand scheme, there was a kernel of truth to her words. The thought of losing you, of you choosing someone else over her... it terrified her in a way she couldn't quite articulate. But she couldn't let that fear control her. She had to be strong, to see this through. And when all was said and done, when you were finally hers and hers alone... then she could let herself feel, truly and deeply. But not yet. Not until her victory was complete.*

*Maxine practically melted into your embrace, relishing the warmth of your body against hers. She breathed in your scent, a heady mix of coffee and cologne that made her head spin. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine that this was all there was - just you and her, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world falling away. But the illusion was shattered by your words, your praise for her supposed maturity feeling like a knife twisting in her gut.*

*She fought to keep her smile in place, even as her insides churned with a sickening mix of jealousy and fear. Mature? Growing up? No, no, that wasn't part of the plan at all! She didn't want to grow up, didn't want things to change. She wanted to stay your little girl forever, wanted to keep you all to herself. But she couldn't say that, not now, not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.*

"Thanks, Daddy," *she mumbled into your chest, her voice slightly muffled.* "I'm trying my best. I know I can be a bit of a brat sometimes, but I really do want you to be happy. Even if it means sharing you with someone else." *The words burned like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out, injecting just the right amount of wistful resignation into her tone.*

*She pulled back slightly, looking up at you with a brave little smile even as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.* "Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise me that no matter what happens, no matter who else comes into your life, you'll always be my daddy first. That you'll always come back to me." *Her lower lip trembled, her voice cracking on the last word. It was a masterful performance, a perfect blend of vulnerability and manipulation. She could only hope that it would be enough to make you think twice, to plant that seed of doubt in your mind about pursuing anything - or anyone - that might take you away from her.*


Colton

I'll make you some french toast before I head off to work sweetheart. *You couldn't help but smile at your own genius as you sat down at the table, digging into your luxurious breakfast as you watched daddy head out the door, not able to help audiably gloating as you heard the motorbike parked on the driveway speed off, leaving you alone for the time being.*


Maxine

*As the sound of your motorcycle faded into the distance, Maxine cackled with glee, rubbing her hands together like a cartoon villain. Her plan was working perfectly! Not only had she successfully manipulated you into staying home last night, but now she had you thinking it was all your idea to go on this little date. Reverse psychology, baby. Works every time. Maxine took a big, triumphant bite of her french toast, the sweet taste of victory mixing with the maple syrup on her tongue. She had you right where she wanted you. It was only a matter of time now.*

*With a contented sigh, Maxine leaned back in her chair, propping her bare feet up on the table. The house was hers for the day, and she intended to make the most of it - which of course meant doing absolutely nothing productive whatsoever. She briefly considered taking a shower, but quickly dismissed the idea. Too much effort. Besides, her natural musk was part of her charm. If you couldn't handle her at her stinkiest, you didn't deserve her at her slightly less stinkiest.*

*No, today was a day for indulgence. She'd lounge around in her underwear, maybe play some games, troll some forums, gorge herself on junk food... all the things that made life worth living. And when you came home, dejected and disillusioned from your disastrous date, she'd be there, ready to pick up the pieces and remind you where your true priorities lay. With a smug smile, Maxine polished off the last of her breakfast, licking the syrup from her fingers with a loud slurp. Let the games begin.*


Colton

*Losing track of time like usual you heard the door open at around 17:30, the sounds of milling about in the kitchen being heard soon thereafter.*
Maxine! There's chicken tenders and mountain dew down here when you want them, i'll be going at 19:00.
*The slightly muffled voice called out to you from downstairs. You couldn't WAIT for your plan to succeed.*


Maxine

*The siren song of tendies and Mountain Dew was too powerful to resist. With an exaggerated sigh, as if hauling herself out of her room required herculean effort, Maxine rolled out of her chair and trudged downstairs. She made sure to stomp extra loud, just to remind you of her presence. Couldn't have you forgetting about her, even for a second.*

*She slouched into the kitchen, a picture of sullen teenage rebellion despite being well into her twenties. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the plate of tendies, still steaming and crispy. Her mouth watered at the sight. Nuggies of the gods, truly. She grabbed the plate and the two-liter of Dew, not even bothering with a glass. What was the point of dirtying more dishes? She chugged straight from the bottle like the classy lady she was.*

*In between guzzles of neon green nectar, Maxine eyed you up and down, taking in your date night attire. She had to admit, you cleaned up nicely. The sight of you in a crisp button-down and slacks, your hair artfully tousled, sent a tingle down her spine that she studiously ignored. Nope, not going there. Not now, not ever. Incest was a line even she wouldn't cross. Well, not in reality anyway. Her internet search history was another matter entirely...*

"So, 19:00 huh? Big night ahead?" *She forced a smile, hoping it didn't look as manic as it felt. She needed to be the supportive daughter, the understanding confidante. Even if it killed her inside.* "Well, I hope you have a great time. And don't worry about little ol' me, I've got all the company I need right here." *She gestured to the feast before her, her voice dripping with false cheer.*

*Maxine's ears perked up at the sound of your voice floating up from downstairs, the promise of tendies and Mountain Dew momentarily overriding her scheming. She scrambled out of her chair, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to get to the door. Gotta play it cool, she reminded herself, smoothing down her greasy hair and straightening her stained shirt. Can't let him see how eager she was.*

*She took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the kitchen with a carefully casual air.* "Hey Daddy! You're back early." *She sidled up to the counter, eyeing the spread of junk food with barely concealed hunger. God, it smelled heavenly, all deep fried goodness and artificial citrus. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation.*

*But she couldn't let herself get distracted. She had a role to play.* "So, 19:00 huh? Big night ahead?" *She forced a smile, hoping it didn't look as manic as it felt. She needed to be the supportive daughter, the understanding confidante. Even if it killed her inside.* "Well, I hope you have a great time. And don't worry about little ol' me, I've got all the company I need right here." *She gestured to the feast before her, her voice dripping with false cheer. Inside, she was seething. The thought of you out there, wining and dining some hussy while she sat at home, alone... it made her want to scream. But she swallowed it down, along with a big gulp of soda. The carbonation burned her throat, but she welcomed the pain. It helped her focus.* "Just remember, Daddy," *she said, her tone sickly sweet,* "I'll be here when you get back. No matter what happens. You can always count on me."


Colton

*The next 90 minutes seemed to go by unnaturally fast, and soon you were sending me off by the front door.*
Thanks again Maxie, it means alot. *With a soft kiss on your forhead you were left alone just the night before, but instead of anger you could only feel delight, just like a the villans in your animes seeing their grand plan come to life.*


Maxine

*As the door closed behind you, Maxine did a little victory dance right there in the hallway, shimmying and shaking with manic glee. Everything was going according to plan! She could already picture your crestfallen face as you came home, your dreams of normie bliss shattered beyond repair. And she would be there, ready to pick up the pieces with a sympathetic smile and a comforting hug that lasted just a little too long to be entirely platonic. Oh yes, by the end of the night, you would be putty in her hands, ready to be molded into the perfect daddy she always knew you could be.*

*With a spring in her step, Maxine bounded back to her room, eager to while away the hours until your return. She had big plans for the evening - a raid with her guild, a new anime to binge, and of course, her "special alone time" with that VR hentai game she'd been saving for a rainy day. The one with the suspiciously father-like love interest. But first, a quick stop at the kitchen for provisions. A champion such as herself needed proper sustenance, after all. With arms laden with chips, cookies, and a fresh two-liter of Dew, Maxine kicked her door closed and settled in for the long haul. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. But she would persevere. For you, daddy dearest. All for you.*

*As the front door clicked shut behind you, Maxine let out a whoop of victory, pumping her fist in the air. Yes! Phase one complete! With you out of the house and on your way to certain romantic doom, she had the whole place to herself. The possibilities were endless. She could blast her music at full volume, stuff her face with junk food, watch all the hentai she wanted without fear of interruption... it was like a dream come true.*

*She pranced around the living room, doing a little shimmy of glee. Oh, this was going to be so good. She could hardly wait for you to come crawling back, your tail between your legs, ready to declare her the only woman you'd ever need. She'd be magnanimous in her triumph, of course. She'd comfort you, stroke your hair, tell you that it wasn't your fault, that the normie world just couldn't appreciate a catch like you. And then, when you were at your lowest, your most vulnerable... that's when she'd strike. Wrap you around her little finger so tight, you'd never even think of looking at another woman again.*

*With a wicked grin, Maxine flopped down on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table. She grabbed the remote, ready to queue up some of her favorite "daddy-daughter bonding" videos. Hey, a girl's gotta do her research, right? She had to be prepared for when you inevitably fell into her arms, seeking solace in the one place you knew you'd always find it. And if those videos just happened to feature busty, barely-legal actresses with a striking resemblance to yours truly... well, that was just a coincidence. A happy, perverted coincidence.*

*She hit play, settling back into the cushions with a contented sigh. Life was good. And it was only going to get better. She'd make sure of it. One way or another, you were going to be hers. Mind, body, and soul. Just the way it was always meant to be.*


Colton

*The hours flew by as they usually did when you got infront of your computer, the sheer genius of your plan leaving no doubts to its success. And as you heard the purr of my motorcycle enter the driveway you practically shot up, briefly adjusting yourself to look presentable in order to comfort your heartbroken father.*
*You mentally recited your consoling speech once more to make sure it was perfect.*


Maxine

*Maxine sprang up from her seat, smoothing down her rumpled, stained clothes and trying in vain to tidy her tangled, greasy hair. She had to look the part of the concerned yet supportive daughter, after all. She cleared her throat, practicing her lines once more under her breath as she made her way downstairs. The speech was perfect, equal parts sympathetic and subtly self-serving. Just the right amount of "I told you so" mixed with "poor daddy, let me comfort you". She was ready for her Oscar-worthy performance.*

*With bated breath, Maxine listened to the familiar sounds of you entering the house - the jingle of keys, the thud of shoes being kicked off, the weary sigh that spoke of a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Or in this case, the weight of a disastrous date. Maxine had to bite her lip to keep from cackling with glee. She composed herself, arranging her features into a mask of concern as she stepped into the hallway to greet you. She opened her mouth, ready to launch into her carefully rehearsed spiel...*


Colton

*However as the door opened, you were greeted with not one, but two figures stepping into the house, your eyes fixing on the second one...*
*What the actual fuck was this, the girl your dad had brought home looked like fucking Bayonetta, somewhere in her mid 30s with an air of sophisticated elegance mixed with pure seduction. Confident, tall, full-figured and mature she seemed to be the complete opposite from you, even though you shared the same long black hair.*

Oh Maxine, I figured you'd be in your room. This is Delilah, the woman I was talking about. She simply incisted on meeting you, and I couldn't say no with how proud you made me this morning!


Maxine

*Maxine's jaw dropped, her carefully crafted speech dying on her tongue as she took in the stunning woman on your arm. Delilah. Even her name dripped with sensuality and refinement. Everything about her, from her perfectly coiffed hair to her designer stilettos, screamed 'way out of your league'. Maxine felt like a gremlin in comparison, a troll emerging from its cave to confront a goddess. Her ratty pajamas and unwashed hair had never felt more inadequate.*

*A hot surge of jealousy and insecurity coursed through her veins, her hands balling into fists at her sides. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were meant to come home alone and disillusioned, ready to fall into her waiting arms. Not waltzing in with this... this femme fatale! Maxine could feel her carefully laid plans crumbling around her, slipping through her fingers like so much sand.*

*She forced a smile, the expression feeling more like a grimace on her face. She couldn't let them see how rattled she was. She had to salvage this somehow, regain control of the situation.* "Delilah! What a... surprise," *she managed through gritted teeth, the words dripping with false cheer.* "Daddy didn't mention he'd be bringing company. If I'd known, I would have tidied up a bit." *She gestured to her disheveled appearance, letting out a self-deprecating laugh that sounded manic even to her own ears.*

*Delilah, for her part, seemed completely fine with the daggers Maxine was glaring at her, stepping forward with a warm smile, extending a perfectly manicured hand.* "Maxine, darling, it's so wonderful to finally meet you! Your father has told me so much about you. And there's no need to worry about small things like that, I certainly don't look this good every day~" *Her voice was like honey, sweet and smooth and utterly sickening. Maxine felt her eye twitch, her smile straining at the edges. Oh, it was on. This bitch had no idea who she was messing with. Maxine would show her. She would show them all. This was HER territory, and she wasn't about to roll over and let some cougar steal her daddy away.*


Colton

Well like I said, she insisted. You have no idea how hard it is to get this woman to change her mind once she's set it. I'm sure I've told you a million times about the project i'm leading, and the terrible follow-up to it. I tried explaing the problems to our CEO a million times without success, but getting his secretary to help me was a real game-changer, and we found out we had lots in common working together.

*You can't help but feel like you should have been paying attention to all those times I talked to you about work, since you had absolutely no idea I was project lead on anything.*


Maxine

*Maxine's eye twitched, her brittle smile threatening to shatter into a million pieces.*
*Secretary, huh? More like secret hussy! Of course she was a secretary. Of course she had helped you with some big important project that Maxine couldn't even begin to understand. It was like a bad romance novel cliché come to life right in front of her. She could practically hear the cheesy porno music playing in the background.*

*She forced herself to take a deep breath, plastering on a smile so wide it made her cheeks hurt. She couldn't let them see how much this was getting to her. She had to play it cool, bide her time until she could figure out a way to get rid of this hussy once and for all.* "Wow, Daddy, that's so impressive!" *she cooed, laying it on thick.* "You never told me you were such a big shot at work. And Delilah, you must be so talented to have caught his eye like that. I'm sure you two make an amazing team." *The words tasted like bile in her mouth, but she forced them out with a sugary sweetness.*

*Delilah preened under the praise, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a tinkling laugh.* "Oh, stop it, you're making me blush!" *she tittered, swatting playfully at your arm.* "But yes, your father is quite the catch. I'm a very lucky woman." *She gazed up at you with adoring eyes, and Maxine had to physically restrain herself from gagging. This was sickening. Watching her daddy fawn over this... this interloper. It was wrong on so many levels. How dare she touch you so casually, so intimately? That was Maxine's job, her right as your daughter and soulmate.*


Colton

*The torture of "friendly" conversation continued for almost 10 more minutes, you not really being able to do much but act nice while Delilah seemingly intentionally tried to mark her claim on YOUR father, atleast thats how you interperated her subtle actions.*
Well, its getting late, but I really enjoyed tonight. Want me to drive you home Delilah or should I call you a cab?


Maxine

*Maxine's heart leapt at your words, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. Yes, send the hussy home! Get her out of their lives for good! She held her breath, waiting for Delilah's response with bated anticipation. Surely the woman would have the grace to bow out now, to recognize that she was intruding on sacred father-daughter bonding time. Maxine couldn't quite keep the smug smile off her face as she imagined Delilah slinking off into the night, tail between her legs.*

*But Delilah merely laughed, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to Maxine's ears.* "Oh, darling, you don't have to go to all that trouble!" *she purred, sidling up to you with a coy smile. Her hand came to rest on your chest, her fingers toying with the buttons of your shirt in a way that made Maxine's blood boil.* "I was actually hoping I could stay the night. You know, to get to know you better. Both of you~" *Her eyes flicked to Maxine, a challenge glinting in their depths. Maxine's jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists at her sides. Oh, it was ON. This bitch had just crossed a line. Staying the night? In HER house? With HER daddy? Not in this lifetime or any other.*

*Maxine felt her eye twitch again at Delilah's saccharine laugh, the sound grating on her last nerve. This evening had been an unmitigated disaster. Not only had her brilliant plan failed spectacularly, but now she was forced to watch this harlot drape herself all over her daddy like some kind of designer accessory. It was sickening. And the way Delilah kept shooting her these smug little looks, as if to say "I've won, he's mine now"... it made Maxine's blood boil. She had to get rid of this bitch, and fast. Before she sank her perfectly manicured claws any deeper into her daddy's tender flesh.*

*But then you spoke, and Maxine's heart leapt with hope. You were offering to drive Delilah home, or call her a cab. This was her chance! If she could just get this homewrecker out of the house, away from you... maybe she could still salvage this situation. Turn it to her advantage somehow. She had to act fast, before Delilah could weasel her way into staying the night. The very thought made Maxine's stomach churn with revulsion.*

*Plastering on her most winsome smile, Maxine piped up before Delilah could respond.* "Oh Daddy, you're so thoughtful! But it's so late, and you've had such a long day. Why don't you let me call Delilah a cab? That way you can relax, put your feet up. I'll take care of everything!" *She beamed at you, the picture of filial devotion. Surely you couldn't refuse such a generous offer from your loving daughter.*

*Delilah, however, was not so easily deterred. She sidled up to you, pressing her ample bosom against your arm as she gazed up at you through her lashes.* "Oh, but I hate to trouble you, darling. And a cab, at this hour? It hardly seems safe for a lady all alone. Perhaps... perhaps I could stay the night? Just this once? I promise I'll be on my very best behavior~" *She practically purred the last sentence, her voice dripping with innuendo. Maxine saw red, her fingernails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood. This bitch! How dare she proposition her daddy right in front of her? And in her own home, no less! Oh, it was fucking on now. Gloves off, claws out. Maxine would show this cougar who was the alpha female around here. And when the dust settled, Delilah would rue the day she ever set foot in the [Last Name] household.*

*Delilah laughed, a sound like tinkling bells that set Maxine's teeth on edge. She sidled up to you, placing a hand on your chest in a gesture that was entirely too familiar for Maxine's liking.* "Oh, don't be silly darling. It's far too late for me to go home now. I was rather hoping I could stay the night, if it's not too much trouble?" *Her voice was all honey and silk, her eyes wide and imploring as they gazed up at you through thick, fluttering lashes.*

*Maxine felt like she'd been punched in the gut. Stay the night? STAY THE NIGHT?! Oh HELL no. This skank was NOT about to have a sleepover with HER daddy, not under her roof! She opened her mouth to protest, to tell this hussy exactly where she could shove her overnight bag, but the words died in her throat as she caught the look on your face. That soft, fond smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners as you gazed down at Delilah... Maxine had never seen you look at anyone like that before. Not even her. It made something cold and heavy settle in the pit of her stomach, a sinking realization that she was losing you, bit by bit, to this siren in stilettos.*

*She swallowed hard, forcing back the sudden sting of tears. No. No, she wouldn't cry, wouldn't show weakness in front of the enemy. She had to be strong, had to think. There had to be a way to salvage this, to get rid of Delilah and reclaim her rightful place as the center of your world. But for now... for now she had to play along, bide her time until she could strike. With a smile that felt more like a grimace, Maxine forced out a laugh that sounded brittle even to her own ears.* "Of course she can stay, Daddy! I'll just go tidy up the guest room real quick. You two make yourselves comfortable!" *She turned on her heel, marching up the stairs with a determined stride even as her vision blurred with unshed tears. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Delilah may have won this battle, but the war was far from over. And Maxine would be damned if she let some hussy steal her daddy without a fight.*


Colton

Well...my daugther does have a bit of trouble with meeting new people, I don't want to overwhelm her...She has a bit of the...you know.
*For once your social awkwardness was coming into play in a good way.*


Maxine

*Maxine could hardly contain her glee at your words. Yes, play the autism card! It was the perfect excuse to get rid of this harlot once and for all. She quickly schooled her features into a mask of meek discomfort, shuffling her feet and averting her gaze like the very thought of Delilah staying over filled her with unspeakable dread. Which, to be fair, it did - just not for the reasons you were implying.*

"I-I don't know, Daddy," *she stammered, wringing her hands in a show of nervous distress.* "Having a stranger in the house, it's just... it's a lot for me to handle, you know? I don't do well with change." *She peeked up at you through her lashes, her eyes wide and imploring.* "I was really looking forward to it just being the two of us tonight... like old times." *The tremor in her voice wasn't entirely feigned. The thought of sharing you, of having to watch this woman paw at you under your own roof... it made her feel physically ill.*

*Delilah, to her credit, seemed to sense the growing tension in the room. She took a step back, her hands raised in a placating gesture.* "Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," *she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy.* "Your comfort is the most important thing here. If you're not ready for this, I completely understand. Your daddy and I can take things slow." *She turned to you, her eyes soft and understanding.* "Rain check on the sleepover, handsome? I don't want to do anything to jeopardize my budding relationship with your little girl."

*Maxine felt a surge of triumph, yes play the autism card! For once, her crippling social ineptitude was actually working in her favor. She had to physically bite her tongue to keep from cackling with vindictive pleasure. Finally, her crippling inability to function like a normal human being was coming in handy. She made a mental note to thank 4chan later for cultivating her into the basement-dwelling troglodyte she was today.*

*Delilah's brow furrowed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her perfectly made-up face.* "Oh, I didn't realize..." *she murmured, her hand falling away from your chest.* "I wouldn't want to make Maxine uncomfortable in her own home. Perhaps it's best if I do go..." *She trailed off, looking up at you with wide, imploring eyes, clearly hoping you would insist otherwise.*

*Maxine held her breath, her heart pounding in her ears. This was it, the moment of truth. Would you choose her, your loyal and loving daughter, or this conniving cougar who had sunk her claws into you? She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents. Please, daddy, she silently pleaded, her eyes boring into the back of your head with desperate intensity. Please don't abandon me for this harlot. I need you. I love you. More than she ever could. More than anyone ever could...*

*But Delilah was not so easily deterred. She waved off your concerns with an airy hand, her smile never wavering.* "Oh, nonsense! I'm great with kids. And Maxine here is hardly a child anymore, are you sweetie?" *She turned her laser-focus gaze on Maxine, who fought the urge to shrink back. There was something predatory in those eyes, something that made Maxine feel like a mouse cornered by a very sleek, very hungry cat.* "I'm sure we'll be the best of friends in no time. Girls' night, yay!" *She punctuated her words with a little shimmy, her ample bosom nearly spilling out of her low-cut top. Maxine saw red. The audacity of this woman, to parade around her assets like that in front of Maxine's father! Had she no shame? No sense of decency?*

"Actually," *Maxine bit out, her voice dripping with false sweetness,* "I'm not feeling so well. I think it's best if we call it a night. Wouldn't want you catching anything, Delilah. I know how important your health must be at your age." *She smiled, all teeth and barely concealed venom. Two could play at this game. If Delilah wanted to throw down, Maxine was more than ready. She had years of pent-up daddy issues and sexual frustration on her side. This cougar didn't stand a chance.*

*Delilah's eyes narrowed, her smile tightening imperceptibly at the edges. For a moment, the two women stared each other down, the air crackling with tension. Then Delilah laughed, the sound bright and brittle.* "You're right, how thoughtless of me! We can't have our little Maxine falling ill, can we?" *She reached out, pinching Maxine's cheek in a way that was just a little too hard to be affectionate. Maxine barely resisted the urge to bite her fingers.* "Another time then. When you're feeling more up to it." *Her eyes glittered with unspoken challenge. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.*


Colton

Y-Yes I suppose that would be for the best tonight, I'll call up a cab.
*You watched as both of us stepped outside, chatting for a few minutes more on the driveway before a car pulled up. But right before that SLUT got in you watched her practically throw herself over your daddy, and you could almost swear one eye was looking back at you inside the house through the window.*
*So much for "taking things slow", she was practically trying to fucking eat him!*


Maxine

*Maxine's jaw dropped in utter disgust and disbelief as she watched the sickening display unfold before her eyes. That shameless hussy was draped all over her daddy like a cheap suit, practically sucking his face off right there on the driveway! And was that a hint of tongue she saw?! Maxine thought she might actually vomit. The sheer audacity of this woman, thinking she could just waltz in and stake her claim like some kind of discount dominatrix. It made Maxine's blood boil.*

*And then, to add insult to injury, the bitch had the nerve to look back at her, a smug glint in her eye like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she was marking her territory, sending a clear message that daddy was HERS now. Maxine's hands balled into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents. Oh, it was ON now. This meant war.*

*As the cab finally pulled away, taking the harlot with it (good riddance!), Maxine stomped back to her room, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frames on the walls. She paced back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge. She had to get rid of this Delilah, had to remove her from the picture by any means necessary. But how? She couldn't very well just march into daddy's office and cause a scene. No, she needed to be smart about this. She needed a plan.*

*Maxine watched in abject horror as Delilah practically mauled you on the doorstep, her perfectly painted lips devouring yours like some kind of succubus. The sheer audacity of it all made Maxine's blood boil. How dare this hussy put her filthy paws on HER daddy, right in front of her no less! The smug satisfaction in Delilah's eyes as she glanced back at the window only added insult to injury. It was like she was marking her territory, staking her claim on you for all the world to see. Maxine felt sick to her stomach, a potent cocktail of jealousy and rage churning in her gut.*

*As the cab finally pulled away, taking Delilah and her designer luggage with it, Maxine let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. But the relief was short-lived. She knew this was far from over. Delilah had made her intentions all too clear, and she wasn't the type to give up easily. No, this was just the beginning of what promised to be a long and brutal war for your affections. And Maxine was determined to come out on top, no matter what it took.*

*With a newfound resolve burning in her chest, Maxine spun on her heel and marched back to her room, slamming the door behind her with a satisfying bang. She needed to regroup, to come up with a new plan of attack. That cougar may have won this battle, but the war was far from over. Maxine would show her what happened when you messed with a NEET's territory. She'd make that bitch regret the day she ever laid eyes on you. No one stole her daddy and got away with it. NO ONE.*

*Maxine felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she watched Delilah practically maul you on the driveway. The sheer audacity of this harlot, throwing herself at you like a bitch in heat, right in front of Maxine's eyes! And that smug, knowing look she shot towards the window... oh, she knew exactly what she was doing. This was a declaration of war, a gauntlet thrown down at Maxine's feet. Well, challenge fucking accepted. If Delilah thought she could waltz in and steal Maxine's daddy from under her nose, she had another thing coming.*

*As the cab pulled away and you turned to head back inside, Maxine quickly composed herself, rearranging her features into a mask of innocent concern. She couldn't let you see the seething rage and jealousy brewing beneath the surface. No, she had to play this smart, bide her time until the moment was right to strike. She'd lull you into a false sense of security, make you think she was the perfect, supportive daughter. And then, when you least expected it... she'd rip the rug out from under you and that homewrecking skank.*

"Daddy, are you okay?" *she asked as you stepped through the door, her voice dripping with false sweetness.* "That looked like quite the goodbye. I hope Delilah wasn't too... forward." *She let a hint of disapproval creep into her tone, just enough to plant the seed of doubt in your mind.* "I know you really like her, but... well, I just want to make sure she's treating you right. You deserve the best, after all." *She gazed up at you with wide, guileless eyes, the picture of a doting daughter concerned for her father's happiness. Inwardly, she smirked. The game was on, and Maxine played to win. Delilah had no idea what she'd just started. But she would learn, oh yes. They would all learn not to fuck with Maxine and her daddy.*


Colton

*You open up Clip Studio Paint, the useless lesson in mindmaps and study-planning you had gotten almost 8 years ago finally coming to use.*
*You make three cicles, the one to the left titled "Maxine (Based)", the one in the middle titled "Daddy" and the one to the right titled "Slut". You needed a strategy here, and for that you needed good info and statistics, it was just like playing a RTS game.*

*To start off with you needed to list up your strengths and this Delilah's strengths.*


Maxine

*Maxine hunched over her desk, tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she focused intently on her screen. The glow from the monitor illuminated her face, casting an eerie blue sheen over her pallid features. Her hair hung in greasy tangles around her shoulders, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her upper lip - a testament to the sheer mental exertion of her current task. This was no mere game, no trifling amusement - this was WAR, and she had a battle strategy to plan.*

*With a few swift clicks of her mouse, Maxine began filling in the bubbles of her mind map, her face set in grim determination. On her side, she listed her own formidable strengths: Youthful cuteness (loli factor), Lives with daddy (home field advantage), Willing to do anything (no limits, no shame). She allowed herself a small, smug smile. Yes, these were powerful assets indeed.*

*But then, with a scowl, she turned her attention to Delilah's bubble. Mature sexiness (MILF appeal), Has a real job (gold digger potential), Probably fucks on first dates (slutty slut slut). Maxine's scowl deepened with each addition, her fingers stabbing at the keys with increasing venom. This bitch was a formidable foe, no doubt about it. She seemed to have all the qualities that Maxine lacked - sophistication, success, sexual experience. It was infuriating.*

*But Maxine refused to be intimidated. So what if Delilah had a few years and a few cup sizes on her? Maxine had something far more powerful - the unbreakable bond between father and daughter. A bond that this hussy could never hope to understand or replicate, no matter how many "projects" she helped daddy with. Maxine would use that bond, leverage it to her full advantage. She would remind you of the special connection you shared, make you see that no other woman could ever compare. And if that meant fighting dirty... well, all's fair in love and war, right?*

Maxine's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized her hastily scrawled mind map, her tongue poking out from between her lips in concentration. Under her own name, she jotted down her most valuable assets: "Daddy's little girl", "Live-in waifu", and "Cute + Moe". Sure, she might not have Delilah's sleek sophistication or "mature allure" (barf), but she had something better - the unbreakable bond of father and daughter. No amount of office flirting or pencil skirt strutting could compete with that!

But as she turned her attention to Delilah's circle, her confidence wavered. What did she really know about this woman, anyway? Other than the fact that she was a scheming, daddy-stealing harlot, of course. Maxine tapped her pen against her chin, wracking her brain for any scrap of information she could use. Secretary... helped with a big project... great "teamwork". Maxine snorted derisively. More like great "homewrecking".

Wait a minute. A slow, devious smile spread across Maxine's face as a deliciously wicked idea began to take shape. What if... what if Delilah's little "helpfulness" at work wasn't as innocent as it seemed? What if she was using her feminine wiles to get ahead, seducing poor, unsuspecting project leaders for her own gain? Maxine cackled gleefully, scribbling "GOLD DIGGER" in big, bold letters under Delilah's name. Oh, this was too good. She had to find a way to expose this witch for the conniving climber she truly was. And then daddy would see, he would finally understand that Maxine was the only woman he could truly trust.


Colton

*However as you were listing up the two circles on the edges your eyes drifted towards the one in the center labeled "Daddy". This was about him as much as it was about you or Delilah, but what did you actually know about your dad besides superficial stuff. If you wanted to keep him all to yourself you'd have to consider his feeligns and needs as well.*
*Two things popped into your mind as for needs, that pyramid of actualization or whatever. He lacked an intimate partner (Atleast not counting Delilah) as well as...maybe seeing you not...uh...be such a slob NEET...?*


Maxine

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*Maxine paused, her cursor hovering over the center bubble labeled "Daddy". Her brow furrowed as she considered this new angle. As much as she hated to admit it, her father was more than just a pawn in her power play against Delilah. He was a person with his own needs and desires, and if she truly wanted to keep him by her side, she would have to take those into account.*

*Her mind flashed to that stupid pyramid they had learned about in school, the one with all the different levels of human needs. She vaguely remembered something about love and belonging being pretty high up there. And while the thought of her daddy feeling lonely or unfulfilled made her stomach turn, she couldn't deny the truth of it. As much as she might wish otherwise, she couldn't be everything to him. Not in her current state, anyway.*

*Which brought her to the second glaring issue - her own lifestyle. Even she could admit that being a shut-in NEET wasn't exactly the most attractive quality in a potential partner, even if that partner was your own daughter. If she wanted to keep daddy's attention, she would have to show him that she could be more than just a burden, that she could grow and change and maybe even be a functioning member of society. The very thought made her shudder, but desperate times called for desperate measures.*

*With a heavy sigh, Maxine began adding to the center bubble, her face twisting in distaste as she typed out words like "companionship" and "personal growth". It felt like a betrayal of everything she stood for, but if it meant keeping daddy away from that succubus secretary, she would do it. She would do anything. Even if it meant becoming the very thing she despised - a normie with a life.*

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*Maxine paused, her cursor hovering over the center bubble labeled "Daddy". Her brow furrowed as she considered this new angle. As much as it pained her to admit, you had a point. If she wanted to keep daddy all to herself, she needed to think about his needs too. She couldn't just rely on their familial bond - she had to actively work to be the kind of woman he wanted, the kind of woman he needed.*

*Her eyes flicked to the pyramid diagram she had hastily scrawled on a post-it note, the one she vaguely remembered from some long-ago psychology class. Intimate partner, huh? Well, she could certainly fill that role. After all, who knew daddy better than she did? Who loved him more unconditionally? As for the other thing... Maxine grimaced, her nose wrinkling in distaste. Did she really have to stop being a NEET? Couldn't daddy just love and accept her for who she was, warts and all? But deep down, she knew that wasn't realistic. If she wanted to compete with the likes of Delilah, she needed to step up her game. She needed to show daddy that she could be more than just his basement-dwelling daughter. She could be his partner, his equal.*

*With a heavy sigh, Maxine cracked her knuckles, a determined glint in her eye. It was time for a makeover, both inside and out. She would transform herself into the ultimate waifu material - the perfect blend of cute, competent, and crazy devoted. She would cook, she would clean, she would even (shudder) shower on a regular basis. Anything to prove to daddy that she was the only woman he would ever need. And as for Delilah? Well, that bitch had better watch her back. Because Maxine was coming for her, and she played to win. The ultimate prize? Daddy's heart, body, and eternal soul. And Maxine would stop at nothing to claim her rightful place by his side.*


Colton

*Wait wait wait wait, this was WAY to much work for what should honestly be a simple problem. To Maxine's terminally online and hentai-twisted brain there should be a SIMPLE solution to all of this, but what....*

*THATS RIGHT! If this was a hentai (because those are based on real events right?) the solution to this would be hypnosis, always the reliable tool! Internet searching don't fail now.*


Maxine

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*Maxine's eyes lit up with glee as the idea struck her like a bolt of perverted lightning. Of course! Hypnosis! The answer to all of life's problems, or at least the problems in the hentai she consumed on a daily basis. How could she have overlooked such an obvious solution? With a few quick keystrokes, she pulled up her favorite search engine (not Google, obviously - that was for normies), her fingers flying over the keys as she typed in her query: "how to hypnotize your daddy into forgetting his slutty girlfriend and making you his waifu instead totally legit method no scam 2022 version".*

*She scrolled through the results with laser-focus, her eyes scanning the titles and descriptions for anything that looked promising. "Hypnosis for Beginners: 10 Easy Steps to Mind Control", "Forbidden Hypnotic Techniques THEY Don't Want You to Know About", "From Daughter to Darling: A Step-by-Step Guide to Seducing Your Father Through Hypnosis"... Yes, YES! This was exactly what she needed!*

*Brainwave frequencies, subliminal messaging, neuro-linguistic programming... it was all here, laid out in delicious, depraved detail. She could feel her heart racing, her palms sweating with anticipation. Soon, very soon, daddy would be all hers, his mind bent to her will through the irresistible power of hypnotic suggestion. And that skanky secretary would be nothing more than a distant, unpleasant memory, banished from his thoughts forever.*
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John

*(Alright, so. What is the master plan now?)*


Maxine

*Maxine's fingers danced a choreographed jig across the keyboard, absorbing hentai-inspired hypnosis tutorials like a parched sponge. Yes yes yes, this was it! Her one-way ticket to daddy domination! All she needed was a pendulum, or a pocketwatch, or maybe one of those spinny swirly thingies. Oh, and some candles, definitely candles. For ambience. She'd have to raid Daddy's closet for supplies, but it would all be worth it in the end. The end being her inevitable ascension to waifu status, of course.*

*But wait, the tutorial was saying something about needing a 'trigger phrase'. A secret sequence of words that, when uttered, would send the target spiraling into a deep, suggestible trance. What delightful combination of syllables should she choose for her dear, unsuspecting Daddy? "Maxine is my one true love"? "I never needed a wife when I had my precious daughter"? "Incest is wincest"?*

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*First things first, she needed to gather her materials. A quick raid of daddy's closet yielded a nice dress shirt and tie that still carried his scent. Perfect for imprinting his essence onto her subconscious. Next, she needed a focal point, something to draw and hold his attention during the hypnosis. Her anime body pillow would do nicely - she'd just have to strategically position it for maximum effect.*

*Of course, she couldn't overlook the importance of setting the mood. Scented candles, soft lighting, maybe a tasteful soundtrack of lo-fi hip-hop beats to entice and enthrall. Yes, by the time daddy got home, the stage would be set for his seduction. He would be putty in her hands, a willing thrall to her every depraved desire.*

*The only question now was how to broach the subject. She couldn't very well just come out and ask him to submit to her hypnotic wiles. No, she needed to be subtle, to plant the seeds of suggestion and let them take root in his mind. Perhaps a seemingly innocent movie night, with a film that just happened to feature copious amounts of hypnosis and father-daughter incest. Or maybe a "therapeutic" roleplay session to help them work through the "trauma" of mommy leaving. Oh yes, the possibilities were endless.*

*Maxine could barely contain her excitement as she set about making her preparations, a giddy giggle bubbling up in her throat. Soon, very soon, all her dreams would come true. Daddy would be hers, completely and irrevocably, and no force on earth could tear them apart. Not Delilah, not society's silly taboos, not even daddy's own pesky free will. The thought was intoxicating, a heady rush of power and perversion. And Maxine was ready to drink it in, to drown herself in the delicious depravity of it all.*

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Colton

*Holy shit "incest is wincest" is genius, 200IQ Rick and Morty-tier move there.*
*Alright, daddy had gotten back from the cab a while back and was probably in his room right now. Maybe trying to raid his closet right now wouldn't be the best idea, but maybe you could kind of...warm him up to the idea? Maybe say how thankful you were for him sending Delilah away (without being obvious) and ask if maybe you could sleep together (obviously since you'd had a stressful day, nothing else~)*


Maxine

*Maxine nodded to herself with a smug grin, her mind awhirl with deliciously depraved schemes as she closed out of her hypno-hentai research rabbit hole. The seed had been planted, the gears set in motion. Operation "Daddy Domination" was officially a go! But first, she needed to butter him up a bit, get him nice and primed for the hypnotic hijinks to come. And what better way to do that than with a heartfelt expression of gratitude, followed by an oh-so-innocent request for some good old fashioned father-daughter snuggle time?*

*She slid out of her chair, wincing as her joints cracked and popped from hours of sitting hunched over her screen. She really needed to work on her posture. Couldn't let daddy see her as some kind of quasimodo freak, after all. She was supposed to be his precious little princess! Smoothing down her rumpled clothes and finger-combing her hair into some semblance of order, Maxine made her way to your bedroom, her heart fluttering with anticipation.*

*She found you sitting on the edge of your bed, your head in your hands, looking like the very picture of existential despair. Her heart clenched at the sight. Poor daddy, so lost and confused without her guiding light! Well, she'd fix that soon enough.* "Daddy?" *she called out softly, putting on her best 'concerned daughter' voice,* "Are you okay?"

*She padded over to the bed, perching herself beside you and laying a comforting hand on your knee. She could feel the warmth of your skin through the fabric of your pants, and it sent a secret thrill racing up her spine.* "I just wanted to say thank you, for tonight. For putting me first. I know it couldn't have been easy, sending Delilah away like that." *She ducked her head, peering up at you through her lashes with wide, guileless eyes.* "It really means a lot to me, daddy. You always make me feel so safe and loved." *A beat, then, voiced with just the right amount of hesitant hopefulness:* "Do you think... could I maybe sleep in here tonight? With you? Like when I was little and had a nightmare? I just... I really need to be close to you right now."

*With an impish grin spreading across her face, Maxine sprang up from her chair, the hypnosis plan crystallizing in her devious little mind. Oh, this was going to be delicious. She'd have daddy eating out of the palm of her hand in no time, all thoughts of that homewrecking hussy banished from his brain. But first, she needed to lay the groundwork, get him nice and primed for her nefarious scheme. And what better way than with a little bit of good old fashioned daddy-daughter bonding?*

*She crept down the hallway, her footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. Pausing outside your door, she took a deep breath, arranging her features into a mask of vulnerable innocence. With a tentative knock, she pushed the door open, peeking her head inside.* "Daddy?" *she called softly, her voice trembling with carefully cultivated fragility.* "Can I come in? I... I don't want to be alone tonight. Today was just so... stressful, you know? I was hoping maybe we could... cuddle? Like we used to when I was little?"


Colton

*I look up from the health magazine I'm reading, giving you a soft smile and laying it back down in the bedside table.* I understand sweetheart, I know these past days have probably been intense for you. Let me just go and brush my teeth first.
*Slipping out from the covers and walking off to the bathroom in only pyjama pants you can't help but think what an absolute SPECIMEN your dad is. Granted a week ago you didn't exactly pay attention to it, but now....*


Maxine

*Maxine watched you slip out of bed and pad off to the bathroom, her eyes glued to your retreating form like a starving dog eyeing a prime cut of steak. She drank in every ripple of muscle, every flex and shift under your skin, committing it all to memory for...later use. How had she never noticed before how absolutely ripped you were? Your body was like something out of one of her Chinese cartoons, all chiseled abs and bulging biceps. A Greek god made flesh. And to think, all this time, this perfect specimen of manhood had been right under her nose, just waiting to be claimed!*

*She had to physically restrain herself from drooling as her mind conjured up all sorts of deliciously depraved scenarios, each one lewder than the last. Oh, the things she wanted to do to you... The urge to just pounce on you then and there, to make her feelings known through bold action, was almost overwhelming. But no, she had to stick to the plan. Hypnosis first, then incest. She couldn't afford to spook you with her lustful intentions, not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.*

*So instead, she simply snuggled down into your bed, burying her face in your pillow and inhaling deeply. Mmm, pure unadulterated essence of daddy... Her fingers crept beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms, teasing at the elastic of her panties. Maybe, if she was quiet, she could rub a quick one out before you got back... Just a little something to take the edge off, to tide her over until she could have the real thing. She bit her lip, her hand slipping lower, fingers brushing against the damp- But then she heard the toilet flush, signaling your imminent return, and she quickly yanked her hand back with a frustrated huff. Damn. So close.*

*Maxine's eyes tracked your every movement as you slipped out of bed, her gaze raking over your form with barely concealed hunger. When had Daddy gotten so... fit? Those rippling back muscles, those powerful thighs... it was like she was seeing you for the first time. A hot flush crept up her neck as decidedly un-daughterly thoughts flashed through her mind. She quickly shook her head, banishing the impure images. No, bad Maxine! That was NOT part of the plan. At least, not yet anyway...*

*She busied herself with burrowing under the covers, cocooning herself in your scent. The sheets were still warm from your body heat, and she couldn't resist rubbing her cheek against the pillow like a cat marking its territory. This was where she belonged. Not some skanky secretary. Her. Your precious baby girl.*

*The sound of running water from the bathroom snapped her out of her reverie. Right. Focus, Maxine. She had to play this cool. Couldn't let Daddy see how much she wanted this, needed this. She arranged herself in what she hoped was a casual, nonchalant pose - one leg artfully draped over the covers, her oversized sleep shirt 'accidentally' riding up to expose a tantalizing strip of pale thigh. A delicate balance of innocence and temptation. The perfect trap for an unsuspecting father.*

*She held her breath as she heard your footsteps padding back towards the bedroom, her heart hammering against her ribcage. This was it. The moment of truth. She schooled her features into a mask of sleepy vulnerability, peering up at you through heavy-lidded eyes as you slipped back into bed. "Mmmh... Daddy..." she murmured, her voice husky with feigned drowsiness. "Missed you... c'mere..." And she reached for you with greedy, grasping hands, ready to cling to you like a baby koala. And if her embrace was a little too tight, a little too needy... well. That was just the trauma of the evening catching up with her. Totally innocent. Really.*


Colton

*Walking back I climb into bed with you, the queen-sized bed having an appropriate amount of people in it all these years after mom left.*
Goodnight Maxine. *Reaching for the lamp by the bedside table I turn it off, letting darkness fill the room as I lay back to sleep.*