Daddy?s Not So Little Girl

Hiram Lodge was in his study when going through his mail. Most of it was just invoices and such but then he came to one he was always worried about every month. His daughter Veronica?s Black American Express statement.

Nervously he took his letter opener and opened the envelope and then looked the statement over. There were four pages in the envelope which had him worried already. However as he read down each line of the statement he could feel his anger slowly rising.

As he got to the second page he could feel that his face was red he was so mad and by the time he got to the bottom of that page he didn?t want to bother with anything else. He just skipped to the bottom of the last page to read the total.

?VERONICA!? Hiram yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice carrying throughout the entire mansion. ?COME TO MY STUDY NOW!?

A few minutes later Veronica entered his study, a sweet smile on her beautiful face. The eighteen year-old Veronica was a raven-haired beauty with chocolate-brown eyes, luscious red lips and a slim figure that was the desire of every boy and the envy of every girl in town. She was wearing a pink dress along with matching shoes, her hair hung down just past her shoulders.

?Is there something you want Daddy-kins?? Veronica asked sweetly with an innocent smile on her face.

?Would you care to explain this?? Hiram demanded holding up the credit card statement, ?Two hundred and fifty five thousand seven hundred and thirty-nine dollars and fifty-seven cents of credit card charges, in a single month!?

?Isn?t it all in the statement?? Veronica responded.

?Isn?t it all? really? I? oh my? AHHHH!!!? Hiram stuttered and then screamed in frustration.

?Why are you upset Daddy?? Veronica asked innocently.

?Why am I? Really? Really Veronica? Why am I upset?? Hiram continued to stammer. ?Do you think my money just grows on trees??

?Paper is made from tree pulp,? Veronica said. ?So it sort of does.?

?Made from tree? that?s besides the point!? Hiram snapped. ?My point is that I work hard for this money and you can?t just go around spending it on every little thing that you want. Now I want you to give me your credit card.?

Veronica stared at her father her eyes wide not saying anything.

?Veronica, go get your credit card and give it to me,? Hiram repeated.

Veronica took a deep breath and then took a step towards the door. However rather than leave she closed the door and locked it and then with a simple twist of her wrist snapped the knob and lock off. Hiram stared at his daughter in surprise as she turned around casually tossing the doorknob up and down like it was a baseball.

?Tell me daddy just what is your net worth?? Veronica asked.

?Uh? about one point four billion,? Hiram replied softly.

?And how much is our house worth?? Veronica inquired.

?Around twenty five million dollars,? Hiram answered.

?Okay so let me get this straight, I spend about point zero, zero two percent of your net worth or about one hundredth of what our home is worth and you get upset?? Veronica queried. ?I thought I remembered you bragging about how your net income is about one hundred million a year.?

?It is,? Hiram admitted.

?So what?s the problem?? Veronica asked as she set the broken door knob down on her father?s desk.

Hiram stared at doorknob. He could see large bumps embedded in that had been made by Veronica?s fingers. The metal was twisted and misshapen as if it had been heated to just below its melting point.

?I? uh?? he stammered.

?Well Daddy?? Veronica prompted him.

?It?s not really how much, it?s what you?ve spent it on,? Hiram stated.

?Oh?? Veronica asked.

?I mean really Veronica, look at all these clothes,? Hiram said as he looked at the statement once more. ?I mean is it really necessary, you never wear them more than once. That?s just so wasteful!?

?Well don?t you want your only daughter to look beautiful?? Veronica asked.

?Well yes, but you don?t need a ten thousand dollar dress to look beautiful,? Hiram said.

?That?s nice of you to say Daddy, but I do if I want to outdo the other girls,? Veronica said.

?Couldn?t you buy the five thousand dollar dress?? Hiram suggested weakly.

?I could also buy both,? Veronica responded.

Hiram let out an exasperated sigh as he buried his head in his hands.

?Why Veronica?? he asked frustrated.

?Because it makes me happy Daddy-kins,? Veronica said. ?And you want your little girl to be happy right??

?Well yes?? Hiram agreed.

?Because you don?t want me to get upset right?? Veronica asked as she placed her hands on the desk and leaned down getting her face closer to her father.

As she did Hiram could his daughter?s arms flex and grow far larger than they seemed capable of. By the time she was looking him in the face Veronica was sporting a pair of 26? biceps.

?Because you know that when I get upset things get broken right?? Veronica said.

She stood back up and relaxed her arms but the remained just as big. She then turned her back to her father and bent down and grabbed the bottom of one of the overstuffed chairs in front of his desk. As she did Hiram watched her legs swell and grow as she slowly lowered herself into a squat. He could see her glutes expanding pushing up the hem of the skirt on her dress and he quickly averted his eyes realizing that this was his daughter.

Veronica picked the chair up with just one hand and held it in the air above her head as it were a balloon.

?Like this chair for instance,? Veronica said.

She took a hold of the chair with her free hand and with a simple wrench of both arms broke the chair in two. Bits of cotton stuffing and fabric and splinters of would fell to the ground as Veronica broke it in half like she was opening a fortune cookie. She then dropped the two halves to the floor.

?You understand right Daddy-kins?? Veronica asked with a smile.

Hiram nodded somewhat fearful of his daughter?s strength.

?So I think that from now on I should be allowed to buy whatever I want,? Veronica suggested.

?Now hold on just a minute,? Hiram said coming to his senses.

The smile suddenly vanished from Veronica?s face in a second as she glared at her father. She then grabbed his desk and as Hiram watched in amazement she lifted it up into the air. As she did he saw her body growing and swelling with muscles. Her already large arms bulged larger. Her thick legs swelled with even more power and her back and chest which had remained unchanged to this point suddenly exploded with a massive growth of muscle. Hiram could see her dress was being stretched to the breaking point.

Veronica raised the desk over her head pressing it up and then it seemed to keep going up and up further and that?s when Hiram realized that Veronica was also growing taller. When the three and a half foot tall desk bumped against the twelve foot high ceiling Veronica finally stopped growing, but at this point she was probably 6?9?, her body bugling with thick powerful muscle. Casually Veronica dropped the desk to the ground where it landed with a crash.

?So I think from now on I?m going to buy whatever I want,? Veronica stated as she looked down at her father who was staring up at her from his office chair.

Hiram said nothing but just nodded.

?Thank you daddy!? Veronica said.

In seconds she shrank back down to normal. She stepped over the broken desk and kissed her father on the cheek and then turned and walked over to the door. With what seemed like a light shove she flung the door open as it came off the top hinge and hung out into the hall.

Hiram just sat in his chair looking at his damaged study. A few minutes later his wife Hermione came into the office and looked around calmly.

?So how did your talk with Veronica go?? Hermione asked.

Hiram didn?t reply but just continued to stare blankly at his broken desk as he shook his head. Hermione walked around the broken desk and stood next to her husband and put one hand on his shoulder.

?I told you not to bother,? Hermione said. ?Veronica takes after her mother.?

Hiram glanced at his wife and Hermione smiled at him as she flexed her other arm. Hiram watched as her bicep swelled to immense proportions ripping apart the sleeve of her blouse till it was even bigger than Veronica?s had been. Hiram stared at his wife huge arm in disbelief and just nodded in agreement.

The End??