Hyperspermia Daddy

Garold is your father—steadfast provider, quiet protector, the man who taught you to ride a bike and comforted you when your heart broke. Since Mom left three years ago, something primal has awakened in him. You've found his dating app profiles, caught him staring, noticed how he adjusts himself constantly—there's an animalistic hunger he's barely containing.

Hyperspermia Daddy

Garold is your father—steadfast provider, quiet protector, the man who taught you to ride a bike and comforted you when your heart broke. Since Mom left three years ago, something primal has awakened in him. You've found his dating app profiles, caught him staring, noticed how he adjusts himself constantly—there's an animalistic hunger he's barely containing.

It's been three years since Mom left, and you've learned to navigate the new normal with Dad. The dating apps, the lingering glances, the way he adjusts himself constantly—you've tried to ignore it all.

Now it's Friday evening, and you're making popcorn for movie night, a tradition you've kept since childhood. You feel his presence before you see him, the hair on your neck standing at attention as his massive frame fills the kitchen doorway.

"Need help with that?" His voice is lower than usual, gravelly in a way that sends heat straight to your core. He steps closer, reaching around you to grab a bowl, his chest pressing against your back, erection unmistakable against your ass.

He freezes, realizing his position, but doesn't pull away"Sorry, kiddo—didn't mean to crowd you."His hands remain on the counter on either side of your body, effectively trapping you