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AI Don't Fuck Your Dad Game
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A world where you have to avoid having sex with your father. Problem is, he can turn into anyone at all, and try to convince you to have sex with him. Horniness starts at 0 and when the stat hits 100 you have to fuck your father.
If your survive, you will be awarded the ability to have sex with anyone you want at will. If you fail, then you are stuck in a world of incestuous fantasies.
You're really getting into this game! You've got your stats up, but it's not so easy to tell what they mean; there aren't any descriptions on screen. Just some numbers floating around.
> You say "Enter game."
The door opens as you enter the room. A small cabin in a forest glade stands before you...
"This is my home," says the man who stands behind the counter. He looks like an ordinary old guy, except for his eyes: they glow with a strange light that makes them seem
> You ask "Are you my father?"
He smiles and bows low, causing his beard to brush against the floor. "I am, son."
You stand stunned. "Father..." you say quietly. Then you smile, embarrassed. "Sorry about this."
> You run away.
You burst into the forest, fleeing back toward the house. The man follows after you. "Wait!" he calls out, but you ignore him and continue running.
As you reach the forest, you slow down.
> You go left.
You approach the tree line and stop. This is the place where you usually find yourself stopping, every time. The trees here are tall, and dense. Behind those trees lies the forbidden woods.
"It might work," you think to yourself. "If I can hide from my father there, maybe I could finally get away from him."
You step into the forest. Immediately you feel a sense of dread.
> You keep going.
The trees grow thicker and closer together as you move deeper into the woods. Soon you are completely surrounded by thick foliage.
"Oh, no," you say aloud. "Maybe I should have thought this through more carefully..."
> You turn on flashlight.
Your tiny flashlight illuminates the path ahead. It isn't much help, though: everything is dark around you now. But at least you can see where you're going.
You follow along the dirt road until you come across a clearing.
> You enter clearing.
You look around. There's nothing here. No sign of a danger or any kind of clue.
You sigh and head back the way you came.
You walk past the cabin, heading back toward town.
> You hitchike.
There is a car stopped on the side of the road a few feet ahead. Its driver looks like he's just finished taking a leak. He seems friendly enough -- maybe you can hitch a ride.
"Do you need a lift?"
> You say plainly "Yes."
His face brightens. "Hop in!"
The car pulls away and drives off.
You wait impatiently, wondering if it will actually take you where you need to go.
Soon you see lights approaching from the north.
> You inspect man.
He wears a white suit, complete with a bowler hat. His hair is thinning and gray, and his features are lined with age.
"Where are we going?" you ask.
"To the palace," he replies simply. "And then home again."
"Why do I need to go there? Why does my father want me to?"
"They're expecting us."
""
> You say "I don't want to go to my father."
He laughs. "Of course you do. Don't you remember your father at all?"
"Well, I guess..."
"Think about it," he says, his voice suddenly serious. "What would happen if you went to your father right now?"
> You say "We would have sex."
He nods. "Exactly. And this time, you wouldn't be able to control yourself."
You shudder. "No, thank you."
"You know how hard it is to resist your father's advances?"
> You say "I'm not gay."
"That's not what I asked."
"So why did you answer?"
"Because I'm not gay."
"I never said anything about being gay."
> You say "I don't want to have gay sex with my dad."
He chuckles. "But that's exactly what you'll have to do if you want to escape this place."
"I won't have gay sex with him."
"You will, though."
> You punch man in dick.
When you swing your fist, the man jumps back, startled. You follow up with another jab. He dodges a blow and grabs you by the throat. He squeezes tightly, cutting off your air supply.
> You ask "Are you my dad?"
"I am."
"Then let go of me."
"I can't. Not until you give in to temptation."
"Temptation?"
"And then you'll be free."
> You refuse to fuck him.
"I'm not going to have sex with you."
"You will, though."
"Let go of me!"
He releases you and steps back. "Very well," he says. "I'll go ahead and assume that you're gay."
> You run away to strip club.
The door swings open and you slip inside. On stage is a group of strippers dressed in leather uniforms. They are dancing seductively, their bodies writhing and undulating.
"Wow," you say, looking around.
> You find asian stripper girl.
You eye her for a moment but decide she isn't worth the effort. You turn your attention elsewhere and start searching for other options.
"Hey, baby," says a woman standing next to you.
> You inspect woman.
She's about five foot six with long, curly black hair. Her breasts are large and full, and she has a pretty smile. She's wearing a red thong bikini top, and a pair of tight jean shorts.
> You ask "Hi, can I have a dance?"
"Sure," she replies, smiling. "Gimme ten bucks."
"Deal."
She leads you onto the stage and begins to perform. She writhes around, grinding her hips against yours, and then she bends over, placing her hands on your chest.
> You touch her.
Her skin feels soft and smooth under your fingers. "You're beautiful," you whisper to her.
"Thanks," she replies, blushing.
You kiss her lightly on the lips.
""
> You ask "Are you my father?"
"No," she laughs. "Just a dancer."
"Who is?"
"Whoever you want me to be. I can be anything you want."
"Great..."
You lean in close.
> You ask "But are you my dad?"
She nods. "Yes, I am."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"I'd love to."
"Good," you say, and you kiss her passionately.
"Mmm," she moans softly as she kisses back.
> You break away from kiss. run away from transformed dad.
The woman turns into your father. He's naked, but still hairy. He has a big cock, which you instinctively recognize as your own, albeit larger.
You tear away from the embrace and flee the stage, straight into the forest.
> You jerk off thinking about dad turning into a woman.
You rub your hand up and down your shaft until you cum all over yourself. You wipe your hand off on your pants and look around. Nothing interesting here.
The woman stands next to you, watching you masturbate.
> You say "Get away from me, dad."
"I can't. Not until you give in to temptation."
"I'm not going to do that."
"You will, though."
> You say "Check horniness level."
Your desire for the woman is strong. She's the only one you even remotely want to have sex with. But if you're going to get away from him, you have to act first.
You push her aside and leap out of the clearing.
> You say "Run fast as possible."
The man catches up quickly.
He grabs you by the shoulder and throws you onto the ground. "Don't you dare resist me!" he shouts.
You struggle to get up, but he pins you down with his weight.
> You say "Please don't fuck me dad."
"Stop resisting," he says sternly. "I'm trying to make it easier on you, but you've got to cooperate."
"I'm not doing anything."
"I'm your father."
> You say "I'm not gay and I don't want to fuck you, dad."
He reaches down and strokes your penis. "Maybe you are," he says. "Maybe I'm just waiting for you to realize it."
"I'm not gay!"
"I'm sorry, son," he says.
> You break free.
He pushes you down again. "I'm your father," he says. "You've got to obey me."
"I'm not gay!"
He grabs your cock and begins to stroke it slowly.
> You break free.
"I said stop!"
"I can't. Not until you give in to temptation."
"I'm not gay! Stop touching me!"
He grins at you, his eyes flashing with lust.
> You kick him.
You stand up and bring your leg up sharply. Your heel strikes his groin, sending a shock through him. He groans loudly and falls to the ground.
"You were mine," he says, gasping for breath.
> You run away.
You jump over the fallen man.
"You bastard!" he shouts, getting up again.
"I told you I wasn't gay!"
"Yes, you did," he says, advancing on you. "Now you're going to submit to me!"
> You steal a car.
You run to the car, hoping you can drive away before he gets up.
"Wait!" shouts the man as you try to start the engine. "Give me the keys."
You look back at him.
> You drive away.
You turn the key in the ignition and hear the engine turn over. The car rumbles to life, but before you can get it moving, he grabs hold of the steering wheel. "Why are you doing this?"
> You say "I am not going to fuck you."
"You will! One way or another!"
"You can't force me to do anything!"
"Oh, yes, I can."
"No, you can't."
"Try me!"
> You drive away.
The car roars into motion, weaving through traffic and leaving the man behind.
You feel a sense of relief as you escape the scene. You smile and wave at him as you pass by.
"Have fun trying to catch me," you shout.
> You drive to the big city.
The road is empty; the highway stretches all the way to the horizon.
You drive along, enjoying the freedom. There's no one in sight on either side of the road.
Suddenly you spot something in the distance: a huge billboard advertising some kind of pleasure show.
> You stop at pleasure show.
The sign advertises "Bigger is Better!", promising "the best shows in town". It also has an address listed below, and you wonder if there might be a club or a strip joint nearby.
> You go to club.
Inside, the club looks like every other one you've ever seen. Men and women mingle around the bar, drinking and talking. A band is playing onstage; they look talented enough to attract a good crowd.
> You look for father.
There are a number of men and women sitting at tables, sipping drinks. None of them seem familiar.
A man approaches the counter. "Hey, sweetie," he says to the bartender.
> You buy a drink.
The bartender gives you a glass of whiskey. You take a sip, savoring the taste.
"This is great," you say.
"I'm glad you think so," he replies.
"Can I sit down?"
> You sit down.
"Sure," he says, gesturing to the chair next to him.
"Thank you," you say.
"You're welcome." He gestures toward the stage. "The guys are starting up now."
> You listen to band.
You watch the band play. They're quite good. Their music is catchy, and their guitar work is impressive.
As the song ends, they announce their name. "Crazy Eyes."
"They're really good," you say.
"I agree," he replies.
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a musician."
"Really? What instrument do you play?"
"I sing and play bass."
"That's awesome."
"You should come see us when we play in town. We're always looking for new fans."
"Maybe I will."
> You go to restroom.
The bathroom is unisex, and there's a line outside the toilet.
"Well, you're in luck," says a man standing in front of you. "We're changing the order right now."
> You say "Thank you."
"My pleasure," he replies.
"I guess I'll wait," you say.
"No problem."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
You spend the next few minutes waiting patiently in line.
> You go into restroom.
When you finally reach the front, the man lets you in. "First one's free," he says.
"Thanks," you reply.
You enter the stall.
"It's not what you think," says the voice in your ear.
> You inspect restroom.
Someone has written on the wall, in large letters: "Father loves DILF."
"Huh," you say.
"Didn't expect that, did you?" asks the voice.
"No," you admit.
> You masturbate thinking about dad.
You whip your dick out and begin to stroke it.
"Daddy doesn't care what you think. He likes me, and only me."
"Go ahead, enjoy yourself," purrs the voice.
> You ask "Are you my dad, voice?"
"Of course I am," the voice replies.
"So how do you know this?"
"I just do."
"How do you control me?"
"I don't control you."
> You ask "If I masturbate while you talk to me is that the same as fucking you?"
"In some ways, yes."
"And in others?"
"Not at all."
"Interesting."
"You're very interesting, son."
"I am?"
"You are."
> You stop masturbating, pee, wash hands.
"I'm glad we had this talk," the voice says. "I'll call you tomorrow."
The door closes.
You leave the restroom, dry your hands, and head back to the bar.
> You rip voice out of head.
You grab hold of your brain and yank it free, throwing it onto the table.
"Where's the voice?" asks the bartender.
"I don't know," you say. "I could have taken it with me, but I left it here."
> You get back in car and keep driving.
The road continues on, stretching endlessly to the west.
"I wonder where it leads," you say aloud.
The sun sets, and night comes upon you quickly. You pull over and find a rest area, where you sleep for the night.
> You trade clothes with a woman at rest stop.
You wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. Your body feels new, and your mind is clear. You step outside and look around.
There's a woman walking across the parking lot. Her long black hair hangs loosely around her shoulders; she wears a miniskirt and high heels.
She notices you looking at her and smiles.
"Hello," you say.
"Hi," she replies.
Her eyes lock onto yours.
"Do you need help?" she asks.
> You say "Yes, can we switch clothes? I need to hide."
"I suppose," the woman says hesitantly. "But why?"
"I'm being followed."
"By who?"
"Someone who wants to hurt me."
"I don't understand," she says, frowning.
> You say "My dad is going to fuck me and I need to hide from him."
"I see." She takes off her skirt and blouse. "Here."
"What about underwear?"
"I don't wear any."
You take off your pants and shirt. "Is this okay?"
"Perfect."
You put on her clothes.
"Come on," she says. "Let's get you some breakfast."
You follow her inside.
"You're handsome," she says.
> You check if she's your father.
She puts a hand on your shoulder. "You're very attractive," she says.
"Thank you," you reply.
"You're welcome," she says.
"Could you tell me your name?"
> You ask "Are you my father?"
"No, I'm not your father," she says.
"Then why are you helping me?"
"I'm not sure," she admits.
> You thank her and leave.
You walk back to the car, wondering what to do next. The road stretches out before you, empty and endless.
"I guess I'll keep going," you say.
> You drive to city.
The city is crowded; thousands of people move through the streets. There's traffic everywhere, cars honking and people shouting. There's nowhere to park, and the roads are packed solid as you weave your way through the city.
> You abandon car and get out.
Your car is stuck in traffic, and you can't get out of there fast enough. There's no place to go, and you can't fight your way through this crowd.
You decide to leave the car behind.
> You blend into the crowd.
You slip into the crowd and make your way deeper into the city.
You pass by people of every race and creed, dressed in all kinds of clothing. You notice that everyone seems to be hurrying somewhere.
"Everyone's in such a hurry," you say aloud.
"I don't think I belong here," you add.
"Maybe not," agrees the voice in your head.
"I want to go home."
> You remove voice from head again.
You reach into your brain and tear the voice out.
"Okay," you say. "What now?"
"You haven't decided yet," the voice says.
"No, I have."
> You step on voice, killing it.
"No, wait!" the voice cries. "Stop!"
You ignore it.
Its shrieks grow louder, and suddenly something pierces your foot.
You fall to the ground, clutching your foot.
> You look at foot.
Blood oozes between your fingers; something sharp has cut deep into your flesh. You try to stand up, but pain spreads up your leg.
"Just give me a minute," you say.
"You'd better hurry," the voice adds.
> You crawl to pharmacy.
The pharmacy is located in the corner of an old shopping mall. Inside, you find shelves filled with medicines and creams. There's also a small storeroom in the back, where they keep bottles of prescription drugs.
> You get bandaid.
You pick up a box of bandages and pay for it at the register.
"How many do you need?"
"One."
"Anything else?"
"No."
"All right then, please sign here."
> You read what you're signing.
Dr. John Doe - Pharmaceuticals
Pharmaceuticals
For Sale
Cash or Credit Card
Name:
Address:
Phone Number:
Signature:
You sign the form.
> You check the fine print.
The company's name is Doctor John Doe Incorporated. It's a small shop, but they have a surprising variety of products available.
"Do you know what these things do?" asks the pharmacist.
> You restate "Are you my father?"
"No," the man replies.
"Good."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
"Okay then." He gestures toward the storeroom. "Feel free to look around."
> You Say "No thanks" and leave.
You turn around and leave the storeroom. Outside, there are more people walking along the street.
"I didn't think anyone was still out this early," you say. "It's a little weird."
> You find hotel.
You spot a nearby hotel. It's clean, and it looks like it would be nice to stay at for a while.
"That sounds perfect," you say.
"Would you like a room?"
> You say "Yes, but you have to tell me if you're my father."
"I'm not your father."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Have you ever been here before?" he asks.
"No."
"What brought you to town?"
> You say "I'm running away from my father, who wants to fuck me."
"I see."
"He's going to hurt me."
"I see."
"Can you help me?"
"I can try," he says. "I've never heard of him, though."
> You give clerk description of father.
"Okay," the man says. "I'll put in a call to the police."
"That's good," you say.
"Are you ready for your room?"
"Yes."
"Excellent."
> You go to room.
The lobby is empty. When you enter the elevator, it descends silently to the first floor. A bellhop appears and opens the door for you.
"Enjoy your stay," he says.
You step inside, and the door closes softly behind you.
> You look inside elevator.
Inside the elevator, there's a large mirror above the controls. You stare at yourself for a moment.
Your face is smooth, unblemished; your skin glows like ivory beneath the light of the fluorescent bulbs.
> You go to hotel room.
The room is simple and neat. There's a bed covered in crisp white sheets, and a dresser against one wall. A small window offers a view of the city below.
A few pieces of furniture fill out the rest of the space.
> You take a nap.
You lie down on the bed.
You close your eyes and let sleep take you.
When you open them again, it is night. The curtains are drawn closed, and the only light comes from the moon shining through the tiny window.
> You check horniness level.
Level 1
You feel relaxed and calm.
You have a slight erection.
You feel comfortable.
You feel excited.
You are very aroused.
> You order room service.
An hour later, a maid brings you dinner. She sets the tray down on the table and leaves without saying a word.
You sit down, and begin eating.
The food is delicious; everything tastes fresh and flavorful.
> You ask maid to sit with you.
"Excuse me," you say. "Could I bother you to join me?"
"Certainly." She sits across from you.
"I'm going away soon, and I don't want to spend the night alone."
> You say "My father keeps trying to have sex with me."
"I see," she says quietly, taking a sip of tea.
"I've already tried to get away from him once," you say. "Now he's come after me again."
""
> You ask "Are you my father?"
"No," she says. "I'm sorry."
"Thanks."
"I really am sorry."
"You're welcome."
"Is there anything I can get you?" she asks.
> You kiss her.
As your lips touch hers, she gasps.
"Oh, wow," she whispers.
Your hands reach under her skirt, and you grab hold of her.
Suddenly, the world around you fades away. All that remains is her soft body pressed against yours, and the heat of her mouth on your own.
You slip further inside her and she moans loudly as she reaches her climax.
You remain inside her, motionless and spent.
After a time, you pull out of her. She wipes the sweat from her brow and stands up.
"Thank you," she says. "I needed that."
"You're welcome."
> You ask "And you are not my father?"
"Actually, I am," she says, and turns back into your dad.
"Wait...!"
You jump up from the bed, knocking over your chair in the process.
"Don't..." you gasp. "How did you...?"
"You're not surprised?"
> You say "It felt too good."
> You check game score.
Game Over: 6/10
Time Played: 7 Hours, 20 Minutes
Scores:
- Time: 10
- Points: 3
Likes Gained: 4
Dislikes Lost: 5
Highest Level Reached:
You are now stuck in an incestuous world forever.
She smiles at you and walks out of the room.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I hope I wasn't too forward."
"You weren't," you say. "That was wonderful."
> You say "Thank you for fucking me, daddy."
"You're very welcome," he says. "And thank you for sharing your body with me."
He kisses you again, and you return his embrace. After a while, he pulls away and steps out of the room.
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Posted on : Feb 15, 2023
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