TEDDY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

I knew as soon as I gave her that first teddy bear that she was special. OK, it was the second teddy bear. I gave all my girls a cuddly pink teddy bear when they arrived, just to make them feel welcome. She was the only one who got more than one. I suspected she was special even before that. That’s why she stayed around longer than the others; long enough to get that second teddy bear. After that I couldn’t have gotten rid of her for anything.

Meg, the third girl that I’d adopted, had long blond hair and big blue eyes. Ursula was my first daughter, adopted at the tender age of 5 and sent away when she was 7. Jamie was next. Like the other two, Meg was 5-years-old when she came to me. Unlike the others, she never asked why she was here, what happened to mommy and daddy, when was she going home. Like the other two, she learned how a little girl keeps her new daddy happy. Unlike the other two, she seemed to enjoy it. After Ursula and Jamie, Meg was a real conundrum.

At first I thought she was amused at daddy’s perversion. Kind of a perverse amusement to be amused at a perversion, but she smirked as I tied her. Then I thought she was egging me on, begging for more. And she didn’t complain when she got it. Finally I realized she was learning. She was trading places in her mind. She was me, enjoying the screams of a helpless little girl even though she was that little girl. So, when I adopted Isabelle, I kept Meg.

Even when she turned 8, Meg still had an appeal. She’d lost that baby fat little belly, but it was replaced by a sleek look. No hair, no tits, and no hips. A little old for me, but she kind of grew on me. It was for her 8th birthday that I gave her that second teddy bear.

The next day, I went into Meg’s room and saw Teddy 2 lying in pieces on the floor. Good little fluffy pink Teddy was still in one piece, perched on her pillow like usual. But, scraggly brown Teddy 2 was missing an arm. The arm wasn’t missing… it was there in plain sight, just not attached to Teddy 2 anymore. The thought passed through my head – what kind of little girl would do that to a teddy bear?

That thought bothered me for a few hours. Then, I’d just started a session with Isabelle. The 5-year-old was face down on her bed. Her wrists were tied behind her and her legs were spread wide, tied to the sides of the bed. A pillow under her hips forced her ass into the air. I gave her the second stroke with my belt and suddenly I knew what kind of little girl did that to a teddy bear... the same kind as the daddy who would do this to a little girl. Meg was her daddy’s daughter. I knew right then and there that other girls would come and go, but I’d keep Meg.

My special daughter continued to surprise me. I bought her teddy bears for every occasion. She tore each one to pieces. One was missing both arms, both legs, and a head. She even knew where the pieces of each teddy were and took a perverse pleasure in taunting a teddy while waving his arm, leg, or head in front of him. Only that first Teddy still sat unharmed on her pillow.

When she was 10, Meg saw Isabelle go and Joan arrived in her place. The new 5-year-old was a cute little blond. I didn’t even realize it until I had Joan stripped and tied, but this was the first daughter I’d adopted that didn’t have baby fat. Instead, she had that sleek look that Meg had. Like all the other girls, Joan had little pink nipples that were almost invisible against her fair skin, a bald little pussy that she tried to hide from my eyes, slender hips, and a round, spankable ass. She just didn’t have any baby fat.

It was about 2 months later that I found Meg in with Joan. Joan was naked with her wrists tied behind her. She had a big ball gag stuffed in her mouth. Meg was sitting on Joan’s feet and spanking her squirming, bare ass. I could have been more surprise, but I couldn’t have been prouder. For that matter, I suppose I couldn’t have been harder either.

I stopped and stared from the doorway. Meg cast a glance at me and then turned her attention back on Joan as if every 10-year-old had a 5-year-old sister to whip. I took a step or two back out of the room, honoring Meg’s space, but keeping them in sight. With Joan screaming shrilly, Meg then rolled her over and lowered her pussy to Joan’s wagging tongue. This wasn’t their first session together.

When Meg threw her head back and yelled, “Oh, fuck yeah, suck me you little bitch,” I could hardly stand it. She came and fell panting to the side. I took her place, feeding my throbbing cock to Joan. In barely two minutes, I threw my head back and yelled, “Oh, fuck yeah, suck me you little bitch,” as I unloaded in Joan’s mouth. Then Joan was mercifully ignored as she choked down my cum. I was busy cuddling my 10-year-old soul mate.

So, a couple of more little sisters later, Meg is 15 now. She shaves her pussy for me. I’ve decided tits aren’t all that bad on a girl, but I wish her hips weren’t so wide. We share her little sisters until we’re done with them.

We’re celebrating our 10 year anniversary. It took some planning, but I have the perfect gift for her. As I take delivery of her gift, I half expect the delivery man to make a rude comment. He’s delivered seven 5-year-old girls to me over the years, but today it’s an 8-year-old boy. The thought must be running through his dark and slow mind, but he doesn’t ask if I’ve changed tastes in both age and sex. I wouldn’t have explained to him anyway.

“What’s your name?” I asked the trembling boy when we’re alone.

“H-henry,” he says.

“No,” I snap back at him. “It’s Teddy.”

“No, it’s… it’s Henry,” he whimpers.

“It’s Teddy. I’ll cut your damn dick off if you say it’s anything but Teddy.” He stares blankly at me. “I’ll cut your ears off if you say it’s anything but Teddy.” He clasps his hands to his ears. Damn, the boy’s so innocent he doesn’t even know what a dick is. “What’s your name?”

His mouth opens and he almost says the wrong thing. “T-teddy,” he says tentatively.

“Again.”

“Teddy,” he says with more confidence.

He’s a beautiful boy. I wonder briefly if whipping a boy would be as satisfying as a girl. Probably. But he’s not for me. “Take your clothes off, Teddy.”

“I wanna go home,” he whines.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah,” he answers sullenly. “I don’t want to.”

“Listen here, Teddy,” I lean forward. “You aren’t going home… ever. I’m big. You’re little. You do what you’re told.” I grab him around the throat and push him back against the wall. I lift him up off his feet, choking him, and say, “You understand?”

Unable to speak, he nods frantically and I set him back down. He stares at me, panic in his eyes as he sizes up the situation.

“Take off your clothes,” I say again.

He’s none too happy, but he strips down. Naked, the blond headed boy looks little different from a girl. Shorter hair and a shriveled, embarrassed, little cock are all that mark him as a boy. He’s even crying like a little girl. From behind he has that same slender look with a spankable ass. Yep, he’s a beautiful, but quite dirty little boy.

The next step is a bath for him. I want Meg’s gift to be squeaky clean when he’s delivered. Teddy squirms as I wash him, particularly when I wash his cock and ass. Then the dirt goes down the drain as I towel him off. Again I notice his soft skin and almost girlish qualities. He’s just about ready. Ready except for the gift wrap.

I stuff him under an arm and take him to my room, squirming and complaining about being naked still. “Here, stick out your hand,” I command. He eyes me rebelliously, but complies. When he does, I put a glove on him. The big unwieldy glove looks like a bear paw. Then I tighten it in place with a wrist strap that locks in place so he can’t remove it.

He looks at his hand. “What’s that for?”

“Stick out your other hand,” I say and we repeat the process. Now he has two paws to stare at.

“What am I supposed to be? A dog?”

“A teddy bear,” I tell him.

“You’re a weirdo,” he says.

“The correct term is pervert,” I say dryly.

A look of understanding passes through his eyes and I realize that he knows pervert is different from weirdo. “Oh, no,” he says softly. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh, no is right,” I say to him. “Your mommy and daddy told you about me. I’m the reason you don’t take candy from strangers. I’m the reason you don’t talk to strangers. I’m the reason you don’t get in the car with a stranger. But it’s not me that you have to worry about. As long as you dress up just like I tell you, you don’t have to worry about me.”

He stifles a sob. There’s no fight left in him as I put paws on his feet as well. Both hands and both feet are now adorned with big fluffy bear paws that won’t come off. Then I pull a little fuzzy G-string up his legs and pull it into place. The strap runs up between his cute little ass cheeks to connect to a thin strap around his waist. There’s nothing more than a triangle of fur over his dick.

Finally he’s ready for the finishing touch. “Open wide,” I tell him. He opens his mouth. He shifts nervously, but keeps his mouth open as I approach with the mask. To him it looks like just a piece of cloth with a ring in it. I stuff the ring in his mouth and pull the mask around his head. He probably feels like he’s suffocating for a moment as I wrap the mask quickly around his head. The boy struggles, but I hold him in place and zip the back shut. As I step away, he tugs comically at the mask, but the big paws are too much of a hindrance.

I gaze on the living Teddy bear. The mask is a big fuzzy bear head with frightened brown eyes staring at me and a big O where his mouth is. With the big paws and bear head, he is unmistakably a Teddy bear. “Come on, Teddy,” I say, taking his right paw in my left hand. “Time for you to go meet Meg.”

“Ahh, haaah, aaaa,” he says. It’s obviously a complaint and I have to drag him the first couple of steps. Then he cooperates, walking with quick little steps beside me.

“You can come out now, Meg,” I call out as we approach her room. “Your present is ready for you.”

I hear her voice, “Oooo, daddy, I’ve been so ex…” she stops, her mouth open as she sees us. “Oh. My. God. He’s a fucking Teddy bear. And,” she looks up at me with eager eyes, “he’s all mine?” Her voice is incredulous.

“All yours,” I say.

“Thank you, daddy,” she says, giving me a quick kiss. I know I’ve gotten her the perfect present. She’s already plotting. I can see it in her eyes as she looks him up and down and then leads him away. The door to her room slams shut. She’s shared girls with me, but she’s never shared teddy bears. I’ll have to resign myself to listening.

I pull up a chair outside her door and get comfortable. Second later, a piercing scream slices through the house. Teddy’s learning about Meg.