HTTYD - Day 8, Part 3 (Patreon)

“We might need to do some cleaning up around the house,” Marcus announced as he entered Jessie’s room, gazing around at her clothes strewn all over the floor. “Although from the looks of it, your room needs cleaning before anything else.” His foot nudged a pair of shorts on the ground, and he glanced away, trying not to think about his daughter’s hips being wider than his entire height.

She blushed at his comment and started picking up some of her clothes off the floor, tossing them into the nearby hamper, occasionally coming across candy wrappers or old school paperwork that belonged in the trash. Her dad came upon one long and white item that he didn’t immediately recognize, until he bent stepped back and realized it was one of Jessie’s bras. He had no idea what her cup size was, but it didn’t matter since any option would’ve been noticeably large compared to him. From his perspective, her bra looked to be at least a foot deep, maybe even closer to two, but he didn't want to get close enough to see for sure. 

She noticed what he was looking at, and picked it up to look at for a moment before tossing it in the trash. “That reminds me, I need you to take me to the store to buy some new bras."

“What’s wrong with that one, looks fine to me,” he commented, glancing back at it.

The girl looked down at him with a half funny, half confused expression, like the answer was obvious to her and she was surprised her dad couldn’t realize it. “I mean I guess it's a good thing you haven't noticed my boobs are getting bigger," she laughed, "but my boobs are having a growth spurt. So some of my bras are too tight now. Honestly, most of them will probably be too tight soon enough, I don't know, I figured they were done growing." And then, quietly to herself (although her dad could still overhear), she added, "But I'm kinda glad they're not."

Marcus blushed, and his eyes instinctively glanced at her chest to assess the accuracy of what she’d said (as if his opinion might matter more than hers, somehow). “Oh. Yeah, right,” he said, glancing back down to the floor.

Jessie giggled at her dad’s reaction. “I know you probably don’t like talking about stuff like that, but like, that's life, you know? I don't have a mom to complain about these things to, and when I mentioned it to a friend the other day she just got jealous," she snorted. 

“No no, it’s fine,” Marcus said, not wanting to admit that his role as a parent would be easier if he weren’t going at it alone. “It’s just your body, I know it’s a part of getting older, like you said. I’d rather have you bring stuff like that up with me—even if I don’t know what to say all the time—than to bottle it up and feel like you can't mention it. Besides, you have other family members besides me that you can reach out to: your grandma, your Aunt Lily, maybe even Samantha.” They were Marcus’ mom, sister, and niece, respectively. That was actually how he and Jessie had handled her first training bra when she was younger. During one Christmas, his sister had mentioned that Jessie was probably about at that stage in her life. And luckily for Marcus, his sister was kind enough to take Jessie to the store and help give her some advice on growing up and her development, the kind of advice Marcus couldn’t even begin to pretend to fully know about.

“I mean I don't need their help or anything, like I said, it’s just… I just need a bigger size, that’s all. It's not really as hard as some girls make it out to be, I don't think.” The two of them mulled over the situation for a few moments, before Jessie spoke up again. “Soooo… but yeah, so when would be a good day to go then? To the store I mean.” 

“Well… I guess, we can go right now if you want.” He glanced at his watch; it was a little after 8:30. Some places might still be open. Even though she could technically go by herself and had the money, bras weren't regular clothing, and the standard in their household had always been that Marcus would help for their necessities, even if it was things only Jessie needed.

“Fine with me,” she smiled, and picked him up so they could leave right away. But instead of taking him to the garage, she slipped her slides on and headed out the front door, making her way straight for her bicycle.

“Uh, why aren’t we taking my car?” he asked her, as she picked the bike off the ground and began walking it down the driveway. “The whole reason I got it fixed was so you wouldn’t have to take me everywhere. I don't know why you still haven't gotten your license yet either.”

“You can still drive your car wherever you want, I mean it’s your car. But biking’s fun. It’s not like I started using one when you shrank.” As she hopped on the seat, the hand holding her dad grabbed the handlebar, securely keeping him firmly between her hand and the handle. “Don’t worry though, you won’t have to ride under my foot again,” she laughed, and pushed off onto the street to begin the ride to the store.

“Well being held on the handles isn’t much more comfortable,” he complained, trying to readjust himself. But her hand had to grip him tightly so he wouldn’t fall off, and didn’t give him much wiggle room. “It just isn’t as humiliating. And doesn’t smell as bad.” She laughed at his remark, feeling bad about having to step on her dad so many times during Monday morning’s trip up the hill. “Besides, I thought you hated having to bike to school. Isn’t that what you told me the other day?”

Her face contorted as she thought about the point he’d made. She had said that to him, and it had been true. But it wasn’t the same. “I don’t know if this explains it well, but like… I know there’s a lotta people who are into cars, right? Like I know being a car girl or a car guy is a hobby. But I’m assuming they don’t have fun driving to work everyday. Cuz it’s just like the same route over and over, and you’re only doing it cuz you have to, and you gotta get there in time or you’ll be late, et cetera et cetera.” She nodded at her explanation, “So yeah, I think that’s what the difference is.”

They traveled along some more, until Marcus spoke up again, his face looking strained. “Jess, this really is uncomfortable for me, I’m sorry. Why don’t we just turn back and you let me drive you. Aren’t you sore from your game tonight? I’m surprised you even have enough energy to go biking at all.”

“I guess your massage made me feel better,” she grinned. “What if I carried you with one hand though, and then rode with the other? Then you wouldn’t have the metal against your back.”

Marcus didn’t want to imagine what would happen if Jessie suddenly had to swerve out of the way though; what if she accidentally flung me trying to grab onto the handle again? Just in general, there wasn’t any surefire way for him to travel on her bike that would be both comfortable and safe. It didn’t really have any advantage over the car. “I don’t think I’d feel very safe doing it like that,” he answered, and frowned over the fact that he even had to argue at all. He was her father, he shouldn’t have to be the one making compromises. “C’mon Jess, you can go biking some other time, but taking me along just isn’t practical.”

She pursed her lips together and pulled off the sidewalk to stop on a strip of grass, and then lifted him away from the handle. “Daddy, the store closes at 9 o’clock, and it’s like 8:47. So if we turn around now and then have to turn back around again in the car, then we probably won’t even get there before they close.”

Her father sighed, “So we can just go tomorrow then, it’s not the end of the world.”

She was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowed. She wasn’t angry at him; she was sympathetic to how it must feel to be carried the way he was, but she was still annoyed (part of which was at herself for having jumped the gun). But she’d already committed to going tonight, and hated the thought of having to turn around to head home when they were literally just a few minutes away. Luckily though, a third option popped into her mind. “What if I sat on your lap?” she asked, almost laughing at the way she’d phrased it.

Marcus’ initial reaction was imagining his daughter sitting over his entire body, but she was smart enough to have made the same connection to how he took her suggestion at first, and shook her head laughing. “I don’t mind like sitting on you, obviously. That’d be weird. But like…” She scratched her neck and bit her lip, and figured the best idea would be to just show him, so she stood up from her seat and reached around her back to set her dad down on the seat, his head against the back of the cushioned material. Before letting her dad come up with a protest, Jessie sat back down, and Marcus could only watch as her butt zoomed towards his face, until it felt short with conscious precision that left his lower half covered beneath Jessie’s ass while keeping his top half uncovered.

“See Daddy? Just as safe as my hand holding onto you, if not more so,” she told him, and pedaled back onto the sidewalk to continue towards the store before waiting for her dad’s permission. “Plus it’s probably more comfortable since the seat is all foam and stuff, and my… well… yeah.” He couldn’t see her face, but she blushed, since she’d almost just told her dad that her butt was the other reason why this new spot might be comfortable for him.

“Jess, I didn’t agree to this,” he protested, beating his fists against the teenager’s hips that were keeping him trapped beneath her. “I don’t even know if this is better!” From his position, it was clear that Jessie still hadn’t showered. I thought girls were better than boys about hygiene, he thought begrudgingly, trying to ignore the slightly sweaty smell from her gym shorts.

“Well my shorts don’t have any pockets and I don’t have the materials to tape you to the pedal, so it’s either riding back there or on the handlebars again,” she told him, as if heading back home wasn’t even an option anymore. After a pause, she added, “Or I guess if I can’t tape you to the pedal, I could put you in my slides…” She laughed at the idea of her dad being smushed by her feet again, but this time in an even more claustrophobic environment than the hill ride. “I’m just kidding,” she giggled, then adding, “I’m pretty sure we’re more than halfway there at this point, so we’d just be wasting time if we headed back now.” He wanted to keep arguing, but he decided he probably couldn’t talk her out of it at this point, and resigned to just lying beneath the girl’s butt until they got to the store.

Almost ten minutes later, during which Marcus’ feelings of helplessness and embarrassment for being trapped behind his daughter never ceased to remain strong, they finally arrived at Victoria’s Secret, and Jessie pulled up to a nearby bike rack before dismounting and picking her dad up from the seat. “I’ll be honest, that wasn’t as uncomfortable as I was expecting,” she commented as she locked her bike to the pole.

“Well how comfortable do you think it was for me?” he challenged, still obviously annoyed at her for having made the decision for him.

After the lock snapped shut, his daughter hopped back to her feet and twisted her lips, teasing her dad by pretending to give his question a lot of thought, and then her eyes snapped back to his and she answered him with a grin. “Mmmm... very!” He rolled his eyes and grumbled with how little she seemed to care about the whole thing, while she only laughed at his reaction, and carried him inside so they could pick out some new bras for her.