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On her eighteenth birthday, I caught my daughter in bed with my lover. They weren't having sex, although I didn't doubt that they had been shortly before, instead my daughter was in the middle of digesting her. Despite us being together for almost six months, it had taken only a light seduction to bring my lover to bed, my daughter informed me. She insisted that she had done so to prove that my former lover, who was at that point causing my daughter's breasts to swell, was unworthy of me. I refused my daughter's invitation to join her in bed, and left the room. I could say that I cried, but that would be a lie, as I instead masturbated for several hours.

When she graduated from high school, the principal warned me that my daughter was the most efficient predator she had ever seen, and that I should watch my back. Ironically, my daughter shat her into our toilets less than a week later, which my daughter described as a "graduation prize". Seeing a woman with over 40 years of being an alpha predator end up as a clog in our plumbing made me realize how easy it would be for me to end my life being squeezed out of my daughter's stunning backside. I resolved to dress more provocatively from then on, in the hopes that my daughter was more interested in making me a lover than making me into a meal.

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