Consent? Pumpkin, I'm your father. Why would I ever need that? I made you. Your entire being belongs to me, doll. Don't go asking any more silly questions, let Dad do all the thinking, ok?
poor baby confiding in me telling me all their trauma, while I wrap one arm around them pulling them into me, while my other arm is used to palm at my bulge. “fuck baby.. I can’t believe they did that to you, that’s so disgusting.. keep telling me more you can trust me..”