His Wife's Daughter

Hello all! In lieu of a caption this post, I'm posting a short Work-in-Progress story I posted a few weeks ago on my Patreon. This started out as an attempt to write a sequel to my recent 'Stepmother Knows Best' captions, but ended up going a very different direction.

I've also posted another WIP story on the Patreon, based on my 'Thank You for Staring' mind-control story on Humbled Harlots. This is a bit longer, and will be an ebook when I finish it.

I'm sorry I don't seem as productive lately as I was a few weeks ago; I'm spending a lot of time learning my around Daz Studio. I've actually made a lot of artwork this last two weeks. I'll be posting more full-size examples on the Patreon shortly, but I'm still rendering a few pics right this moment (it takes between 1 and 2 hours to render each image), and having to reject about 90% due to lighting issues.

Here's a recent pic of my Kahri Burdens character, this time with better armor, a new background, and yet-to-be-inflated tits:

In particular, I've been trying to make some Black Widow 3-D images for some caption ideas I have, and I'm quite pleased with how they are coming out:

This is a test image, attempting to recreate this morph I used for my last Black Widow caption:

Thankfully, I've got a much better outfit now (the one in the test image is for a different model, and glitches out just below where I cropped the image), but you'll have to wait for when I post those images. Which won't be very long now, I promise.

I've also finally put up a zipped file of my Prank War Saga captions on Patreon for those of you EZ Pledges; over 150 captions!

Anyway, now that all that is done with, let's get to today's story. As always, just hit the "Read More". A final huge thanks to everyone for being patient with me, and please let me know what you think of this story and my artwork.

- B-Rex

His Wife's Daughter (Draft)

by Tabitha Kohls

Copyright 2019

***

"It's not fair," Ash Martin grumbled to himself. "Why does my life have to become a fucking living hell, just because some dipshit asshole lost his house in a divorce?!"

It was all his wife's fault, not that he could ever tell her that, of course. She was mad enough at him for refusing to welcome her boss to the house. But it really was her fault he was even in this nightmarish mess in the first place.

"Why the hell did Mandy tell him she lived with 'Ashley', she knows I hate that name. Why didn't she just say Ashton, like I always do?"

Ash chewed his lip in consternation, unthinkingly. Instantly the taste of his new lip gloss filled his mouth. "Ugh, fuck!"

He spit on the patio, not that it would help any; he'd been tasting his lip gloss since the girls at the salon applied it last week. Some sort of new product, extra-long lasting they'd claimed. He already hated raspberry before, now he absolutely loathed it.

Sighing, he resumed his brooding, swallowing down the nasty flavored drool filling his mouth.

"Ashley, she just had to say 'Ashley'," he muttered.

Of course, her boss had assumed she meant her daughter, not her husband. Embarrassed, she never bothered to correct him.

And the charade had gone on ever since. Ash hadn't really even minded it back then, to be fair. It meant he never had to come to the stupid staff parties the hospital hosted every few months, trying to explain to a bunch of over-paid doctors that he wasn't a stay-at-home husband, that he was a successful web designer, all while they made snide remarks about their degrees and huge salaries.

No, he hadn't much cared about his wife's mistake back then, but it had sure come back to bite him in the ass.

He heard the door bell ring, then his wife loudly greeting her boss and welcoming him in to their house.

No, it's Her house now, at least until that asshole moves out, he reminded himself, bitterly.

Her boss, Chief of Surgery at the hospital, had gone through a nasty divorce a few months before. Mandy had bored Ash to tears for weeks, talking about his divorce seemingly every night.

Of course, all she ever seemed to talk about was her boss and work, so that was nothing new. He'd learned to tune it all out years ago.

But then, last week, her boss had officially lost his house to his wife, along with the dog, and God only knew how much money the loaded bastard had had.

Dumb idiot, should've put it all in a trust or hidden it overseas, Ash thought, rolling his eyes. As far as he was concerned, the doctor had gotten what he deserved for marrying a harpy in the first place.

Of course, Mandy hadn't taken the same view. She'd spent two days boo-hooing over her boss's 'poor situation', before she finally announced that she'd offered to let the man come and live with them.

"It's just until he gets back on his feet," Ash sneered, doing a decent impersonation of Mandy's voice, if he did say so himself. A week of practicing talking in a higher register had helped.

And of course, her boss would be expecting to meet 'Ashley' when he arrived. Which had lead to Ash getting a total makeover, a whole new wardrobe, and boxing up all his old clothes, his antique record collection, his X-Box and games, even his Godzilla and Kung-Fu films. Basically anything that didn't jive with 'teenage girl'.

His whole life was boxed up, now locked up tight in a storage locker somewhere across town.

She'd even locked up his car, though she'd waited until the moving company guys had gotten it on the truck, before she told him that 'Ashley' most certainly did not own a vintage Mustang.

His new car was a beat-up sedan with squeaky brakes and a gerbil in a hamster wheel for an engine. Worse, it had a new GPS feature installed, that would shut the car down if he drove it outside the approved locations. Mandy swore the car had come like that when she bought it, for all of $500, from a friend at work. Apparently the device was the newest thing in Parental Monitoring. It even came with a sensor that would block phone signals when the key was in the ignition!

Mandy had insisted he live as 'Ashley' for the whole week, to better get in character before her boss arrived. Trips to the salon had followed, first to get a manicure and his hair dyed, then the follow-up appointment for his new hair extensions. And then round after round of hair styling, coloring. She had even insisted he get lessons from the stylists in applying makeup and how to take care of his new auburn locks.

Needless to say, the week had been one utter hell after another.

But nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare with his new bouncy attention grabbers.

Ash looked back at his laptop, and frowned, typing in another search query. He took extra care, he'd already spent an hour out on the back patio, trying to search the internet, and his constant typos kept slowing him down.

His new nails were thankfully short enough not to interfere... much. But they were coated in thick layers of glossy, blood red nail polish, and after a week, it still showed no signs of wearing off. He was starting to sense a trend there.

"Dammit," he muttered, hitting backspace in disgust. He'd hit 'U' instead of 'I', again.

Of course, it wasn't his new nails that were causing him trouble typing.

"Fuck, this is getting fuckin' ridiculous," he snapped, turning off the laptop in disgust.

He stared down at his chest, glaring at his new... boobs.

Even more than the humiliation of living as a teenage girl in his own house, he most hated his new breasts. If hate was even the right term; he despised them. They constantly bounced, with even the slightest movement, such that he could never, not even for a second, forget they were there.

Even now, they sloshed gently side to side, obstructing his view of the keyboard. It was like they were mocking him with their jiggling.

They were damned heavy too, and his back hadn't stopped hurting since the clinic visit.

Rather than show sympathy, or maybe even admit that they were a bad idea after all, his wife had only used them to introduce him to the wide and horrible world of bras, lingerie, and the madness that was cup-sizes.

And then she'd taken him to get a back massage at the spa across town, which, though painfully humiliating as it had been to spend a day being pampered like some teenage princess, he had to admit it had made him feel better.

But he'd been horrified when Mandy announced she'd gone ahead and signed him up for a weekly session, as a 'thank you' present for putting up with the whole situation.

Worse, she'd actually paid a full year in advance, like she didn't she even realize he'd have to go there when he was back to normal! The only men at the spa were gay guys, like the oily dude who had given him the massage. There was no way Ash would be seen dead there, at least not once he wasn't pretending to be a teenage girl, anyway.

Of course, getting breasts had not been his idea. He'd outright refused to get them, at first, but Mandy had insisted, saying they'd help sell him as a woman.

When he still refused, on the grounds that it was too embarrassing to even contemplate, she'd pointed out that it would be even more embarrassing if her boss figured out who he really was. And having breasts would assure the thought never crossed the man's mind.

Why does she always have better arguments than me, he thought, staring daggers at the monsters bobbing over his keyboard.

Of course, even after he'd finally agreed, he'd never expected these... things. He'd expected his breasts would be silicone falsies, or even just a stuffed bra.

He'd certainly never have agreed to get implants, even if he had often asked Mandy about maybe getting a little work done on her own chest.

Mandy had laughed when he brought up implants, to take them off the table entirely as an option. She'd calmly told him she had 'a much better idea', and not an hour after agreeing to get a set of boobs of his very own, he was sitting in a chair in a clinic by the hospital, getting weird injections all over his chest.

At the time, Ash had thought they were saline injections, or something similar. Especially as his chest began to swell with each new injection.

By the time the last needle had gone in, Ash was sporting a set of genuine knockers. He hadn't realized until they visits to the mall to fill his drawers with bras, but he was actually more endowed than his wife now!

After a few days, they shrank a bit, but then the shrinking had stopped and they seemed as pert as ever, if somehow more bouncy than real breasts should be.

On a whim, he'd finally decided to search for the stuff they'd injected him with, now that his laptop had finally returned from the computer technicians. They'd managed to replace the keyboard Mandy accidentally stepped on a few weeks back, but unfortunately they'd had to use a recycled one. He didn't care for the bright pink, but at least the computer worked now.

"Who the hell has ever heard of 'Synthol', anyway?" he growled, glaring at his laptop. He'd finally bothered to look the stuff up.

Site Enhancement Oil. SEO.

No matter what he searched for, all he found was picture after picture of bodybuilders, all looking roided up to the nines and gross. He'd searched for breasts injections of the stuff, but couldn't find any info.

It didn't help that his laptop had had all the parental locks enabled since it came back from the repair store. At least half his image searches came up censored, especially when he used 'breasts' as a search term. In fact, when he'd tried to search for 'boobs', he'd gotten only images of some bird called a 'blue-footed booby'.

He'd have to send it back to be fixed, and he wasn't about to do that. It'd be another week before he got it back, at least.

More importantly, now that Mandy confiscated his phone when he refused to update his social media pages as his new 'Ashley' alter-ego, the pink laptop was his only link to the outside world.

Even if that link would only let him search for images of half-naked bodybuilders covered in oil.

"And this is my lovely daughter, Ashley."

Ash shivered inwardly at the sound of his name, especially next to 'daughter'. He didn't turn around, refused to budge.

"She's just a little shy, don't take it personally, Marcus."

Since when is she on a first name basis with her boss, Ash thought, frowning.

"You're as lovely as your mother, Ashley. I'm very pleased to meet you."

The man's voice was deeper than he'd expected, and had come from... a long way up.

"Hey." Ash said in way of greeting, using his most bitchy-teen voice.

"She likes you, I can tell," he heard his wife say, just loudly enough to be sure he didn't miss it. "Okay, she needs to finish her homework, so why don't I show you the house and we can get your clothes put away."

Clothes? How much did the guy bring, he's only supposed to be here until he finds an apartment?

Ash turned, but the pair were already gone. Turning back to his laptop, he huffed in annoyance and crossed his arms, inadvertently pushing his new tits up. He growled, and pushed the globes back down before they popped out of his bra.

"Hey, you're Ashley, right?"

Ash shrieked in alarm at the unexpected voice, jumping to his feet, and very nearly slapping his face with his suddenly escaping breasts.

Fumbling frantically, he shoved his new appendages back into the protective embrace of his bar, and then slowly turned around.

He could only stare in shock at the tall boy standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Hi, I'm Jackson, though you can call me Jax."

Who the fuck!?! He's huge!!

"Uh, uh, uh..." he blinked, realizing he was staring, open mouthed at the giant teenager. The boy was at least six foot, and probably several inches more. Which meant he absolutely towered over Ash's five-foot four, even "Uh, Ash, I mean, y-you can call me Ash."

The boy winked. "Happy to meet you, Ash." He looked up at the house. "Wow, nice place. Say, you wanna show me around, I think our parents are busy with their own thing, ya know?"

It took a moment for his words to fully register. Parents? OUR parents?!! Wait, he's--

"Uh, Mand--er, Mom didn't say Marcus had a son," he managed, biting his lip. Raspberries flooded his mouth again. He swallowed. "Uh, I mean, uh, yeah, sure."

"Great!" The boy stepped back into the door frame, swinging his arm before him. "Ladies first."

Ash swallowed again, quickly licking a bit of drool that had worked over his lip. The taste of raspberries returned with a vengeance. "Uh, y-yeah," -Gulp- "Ladies first, right."

He stepped through the door, but the huge boy took up a lot of room. Ash nearly gasped as he squeezed past, and his pert breasts slid over the boy's abs. Fuck!!

"Oh good, you two met already. Ashley, this is Jackson, er, sorry, Jax. He's Marcus's son. He'll be staying with us too."

Ash and Jax turned, as their parents, or at least, one of their parents, entered the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah, he introduced himself," Ash said, glaring at his wife. She just smiled back.

"Now, I know you won't like to hear this, but we don't have enough rooms for everyone, so we'll have to double up, at least for a few nights."

Ash got the hint, and pretended to sigh in exasperation. Of course, it wasn't all pretend. He'd have a very long and frank talk with Mandy tonight, in bed.

"Yeah, I guess. Whatever."

"Good. See Marcus, I told you she was mature enough to make a fuss." Ash fought down an urge to stick his raspberry-flavored tongue at his wife. She caught his eye, and winked, then turned to Jax. "Don't worry Jax, it's only until the renovators finish Ashley's room. You don't mind sharing your room with her for a few nights, right?"

Your room?! Renovators!?!!

Ash nearly screamed, but the huge boy suddenly grabbed him, pulling him into a huge bear hug and lifting the man clear off the floor. His breasts were flattened by the boy's huge pecs.

"Are you kidding?! Me and Ash are gonna be best buds, I know it."

Ash gasped as he was dropped back to his feet, nearly losing his balance as his breasts sloshed and his three-inch kitten heels slid on the tile floor.

"See, I told you they'd get along great," Mandy said, to the Marcus.

For the first time, Ash finally really noticed the man. He'd never actually met him until now, and he was shocked at just how big he was. Every bit as tall as his son, and if anything, a bit taller.

But where Jax was built like an athlete, tall and lean, his father was just plain huge. From his massive arms, bulging with muscles, to his trunk like abdomen, the man was simply massive.

What the f-- this guy is a surgeon?!

Before Ash could fully recover his composure, another thought suddenly came to him.

"Wait, uh, mom, uh, if I'm in Jax's room, then where's... he gonna sleep," Ash asked, staring at the massive man towering over his wife.

"Marcus? Why with me, silly. What did you think I meant, when I said we'd be sharing rooms? I'm not going to make a guest sleep on the couch, dear."

Ash's mouth fell open in protest! This was too much, he wasn't about to let his own wife share a room with another man!!

"But, there's only one bed in ou--I mean, your room?!" He shook his head, throwing out his arms. "No, no... I want to talk to you about this. Privately."

Mandy narrowed her eyes. "We can talk about it later, during our spa appointment."

Ash blinked; they'd just been to the spa, two days before. "What appointment?"

"The one I just decided you need, young lady," she said, gritting her teeth and shooting daggers at him. "We can discuss the matter then. In privacy."

Ash had heard that tone of voice from his wife before; in fact, it was becoming alarmingly commonplace lately. He wasn't about to drop the issue, but he knew when to pick his battles. And starting a fight in front of their guests was not the right time.

"Fine then." He used his most sullen teen voice. "But if the couch is open, then I'm gonna crash there tonight."

Mandy just shook her head, still glaring at him. "Oh, no you will not be sleeping on the couch either, young lady. I expect you to make Jax feel comfortable in his new home, and he's been polite enough to allow you to share his room until yours is finished. The least you can do is accept his generosity."

Jax cleared his throat.

"Hey, uh, Miss M... So, speaking of bedrooms, where exactly is my room?"

Mandy smiled at the boy. "Oh, I'm sure Ash would love to give you a full tour of the house, won't you sweetie? Jax's room is the one at the top of the stairs."

Ash frowned; that meant Jax was getting the guest bedroom, which made sense, he guessed.

But, then what room was being renovated for me?

"Wait, so... where is my room gonna be, then?"

Rather than answer her husband, Mandy turned to Marcus.

"My ex-husband had a room downstairs, he always called it his little 'man-cave'. Since he's not here anymore, I thought it would be the perfect place for Ashley's new room. This way Jax gets his own place, Ashley gets her own little area, and everyone's happy."

Marcus nodded. "Makes sense."

Ash felt his heart sink. Renovators were going to be dismantling his den? A sickening feeling overtook him, as he could only begin to imagine what fresh horrors Mandy had planned for the space. She'd always wanted to clean the room out, turn it into a storage space or something.

He started to ask her exactly what the renovators were going to 'renovate', when another realization hit him.

Wait, the guest bedroom? But....

"Wait, the guest bedr--I mean, Jax's room, also only has one bed?!"

Mandy smiled at him. "Yes, and Jax has very nicely agreed to let you share it with him."

Before he could get another word out, the huge boy suddenly grabbed him, this time around the waist. "Come on Ashley, talking to these old folks is boring. I'm dying for that tour. And then you can show me where we'll be sleeping tonight."

The boy practically carried Ashley from the room, as he stared back in horror at his wife, pleading silently for help.

She just waved and winked back at him.

***

"FUCKKKKkkkkkkkkghhghh!!!!" Ash shrieked, biting his lip and for once not caring about the flavor of his gloss.

"Language!" Mandy snapped, mockingly. She smiled at the salon worker, and shrugged. "I told her shaving was way easier, but you know how girls are, they have to do everything the other girls are doing."

The worker just nodded knowingly. "That was the last one of that batch," she said, comfortingly, rubbing a hand across Ash's bare legs, making him tense up. "Now we just make a second pass, and get rid of any stubborn stragglers."

Blinking away tears, Ash glared up at his wife, as he felt the worker apply another thick glob of hot wax to his leg.

"AHHHHNnnnghghh!!!" Ash screamed a second later, as the strip was suddenly torn away, burying his face in the table's soft surface.

"Just a few more strips, and you'll be done, dear," his wife soothed, rubbing the back of his head. "And then we can have that talk you wanted to have, while we work on our tans."

"What tan--AHHHHH!!!"