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Daddy's Love
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she was enjoying showing off her bloated body,
as much as Daddy enjoyed showing it off. "If so," I
thought, "they
would make the perfect couple ~~ an exhibitionist and a
voyeur !!"
You couldn't begin to count how many times at the church
rectory
and later at the garden reception, I wished that I was only
2 foot
high and invisible so I could "peek" up that high-front
gown when
I slowly walked in front of Bonita. "Oh, how I prayed they
would
play the "Limbo" with Bonita out in front, even if they
kept that
horizontal stick 4 foot high. I'm sure, from their gazes,
many of the
men would strongly agree," I deeply sighed.
As many times as I've seen Bonita's beautiful bronze body
in all
different stages of undress, there was simply something
"extra
naughty" about "peeking" at her most-private-parts in a
wedding
gown, especially when they were supposed to be totally
hidden.
I was absolutely sure that the upward view from that 2 foot
high
would have been simply overwhelming. My eyes stared at
Bonita's
beautiful bloated pg body in that stunning white gown,
recording
every bulge and ripple, while my mind began creating images
of
what she would look like from that very low height.
My two-foot tall invisible body slowly and innocently
strolled over
to cousin Bonita. It then easily slipped between that high
front
opening in her beautiful white gown, without even ducking,
like
walking through a doorway with a close pair of drapes. The
high
lace hem of her dress surrounded me on all sides as if I
was
standing under an white frilly half-moon awning.
I still couldn't believe it. There I was with cousin
Bonita's bloated
belly suspended directly over my blond head, dangling only
inches
away. Without even trying, my nose could strongly smell her
musky womanly scent floating all around, totally engulfing
and
caressing me.
Deeply inhaling near the middle, I could even sniff some of
the
"Obsession" perfume she must have dabbed around her belly
button stalk. "Oh, how wonderful Bonita smelled," I
thought. I
wanted to stay in that warm fragrant cozy alcove forever.
Looking directly up, I could vividly see that dark black
vertical
line running up the middle of that bloated overhanging
beachball.
It was so vivid even against her naked bronze flesh. If I
could only
slowly trace that line with the firm tip of my warm wet
tongue, I
would be in heaven.
My eyes began jumping from stretch mark to stretch mark on
that
bulging over-hanging sphere ~~ there must have been
millions of
them. The bottom of that sphere looked like the tread on a
giant
tire or a highway map of China, but it still looked
beautiful to me,
so taut, so bloated, so full of life.
This unique breath-taking view had excited me greatly. My
own
white lace panties began getting wet under my now-very-
small
white bride's maid gown. Since nobody could see, my small
hand
quickly dropped down front, slowly rubbing my moist itchy
cunny,
my impatient fingers trying to worm their way through my
pretty
dress with its layers of fluffy petticoats.
Outside my reduced twitching body were cousin Bonita's
strong
firm bronze legs, tall shapely columns now spread wide,
keeping
her bloated bulging body from falling over. Both were
covered up
to my nose by those white stockings with their woven-in
pattern of
"wedding bells and bows".
On each side of my head, those white garter straps, like
thick
rubber bands, valiently stretched from those white stocking
tops,
snaking up under that white lace gown to her straining
hidden
white garter belt wrapped around her bloated beachball
waist. My
body felt so light, I could have easily reached up,
grabbing one
strap in each hand, and swung on those garter straps, like
a jungle
gym, but I didn't.
I so badly wanted to warmly kiss that taut bronze flesh,
bulging
out, just above those stocking tops, with my hot moist
lips, but
decided against it. Even if Bonita couldn't see me, she
might be
able to feel my warm wet kisses and become very scared. I
mean,
how would you feel if you felt someone kissing you all
around
your thighs, sending shivers throughout your body, and when
you
looked down nobody was there. "I really don't want to upset
Bonita," I finally concluded, even in my vision.
By then, I just had to do something about my aching itching
hairless little cunny. Since I was invisible, I just
bunched up my
skirt and layers of petticoats around my waist, holding
them with
one hand, while vigorously rubbing my smooth wet cunny
through
my silky panties with the other. That silkiness felt sooo
good
rubbing against my bare flesh. This was the first time I'd
worn
silky panties since I had worn Bonita's red ones way back
when.
(I was sooo glad that I was completely invisible, cause
what a sight
I would have made. This sweet innocent ten-year-old bride's
maid,
just standing there with her bride maid's white skirt and
layers of
white petticoats bunched around her immature waist,
exposing her
tight white silky virginal panties and soft creamy legs for
all the
men and women to oogle. Only my ankles were covered with my
white bobby socks and their white strap shoes.)
(If someone were to look very closely, they might notice my
"tummy bulge" from that baby, growing bigger and bigger
inside
me. Anyone, though, could vividly see the roundness of my
partially encased buns and the way that panty crotch
tightly hugged
my young hairless cunny. They could even see my little hand
vigorously rubbing that molded crotch, as both my hand and
Bonita's scents excited me more and more.)
Now turning and facing Bonita, my head and lips were only
inches
from those tiny white french-lace bikini panties. They
stopped just
below her bloated beachball belly, while molding her plump
bronze mound like a thin second skin. I could not see any
puffiness
in those panties, so Bonita's pussy still must be
completely clean
shaven, making her pouting separated lips to be clearly
visible,
pushing through that thin material. A vivid wet line crept
up their
middle, fully advertizing Bonita's growing excitement.
Luckily nobody could see or hear my 2-foot self when I
loudly
giggled as I looked up underneath the front of Bonita's
gown.
There between that silky gown and on her bloated beachball
belly
were strapped three overlapping band-aids (I guess Daddy
didn't
have any "white" duct tape <giggle>), trying so
valiently to make
her pop'd long fat belly-button stalk an "innie" again.
Bonita probably didn't want any kids pressing that sprouted
belly-
button through her wedding gown and saying "beep."
Obviously,
they didn't do much good, cause that wiggling stalk was
still
pushing that silky material way out right through all
three.
"I wonder if Daddy helped her apply those band-aids . . . .
. and
how long it took," I giggled to myself.
A sudden tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my vision. It
was
cousin Bonita.
"Daddy is going to make an announcement," she told me, "We
should go over next to him and listen."
"Darn," I thought as we walked over next to Daddy, one on
each
side, "I was almost ready to climax in that vision."
Walking, I
could vividly hear my cunny making squishy sounds ~~ I was
very
wet in real-life too. Luckily, my gown and petticoats
muffled that
noise so nobody nearby could hear it.
Daddy announced that he, Bonita, and I were moving from the
city
to rural Pennsylvania He mentioned the better environment
for
their child to grow up, but I suspect that the real reason
was *my*
pregnancy. He wanted to move somewhere where children
having
babies wasn't so frowned upon, and where nobody knew that
Bonita was his cousin and me his daughter.
* * * * *
Chapter 29b# Lola's Raging Hormones
Beginning when I was only two months pg, my poor bloating
body
experienced explosive growth in many other areas. My Ob
suspected that this was spectacularly jump-started by all
the
hormonal changes that growing baby was creating inside my
immature little 4' 0" frame. It almost seemed that my body
was
trying to condense literally years of future change into a
couple
short months.
Although I only added 2 inches in height and 20 lbs in
weight
(including the baby) over those three turbulent months, the
rest of
my body was transformed from that of a super-flat 10 year-
old to
that of a very buxom 18 year-old: my breasts ballooned; my
cunny
got more meaty and plumper, those flat sleepy lips becoming
more
pouting and puffier; my clitty went from a little
inconsequential
nubby to over 1.5 inches in length when fully erect; and
finally, my
hips widened, adding a full 2 inches in size, much better
for child-bearing.
Down below, between my young girly legs, it was hard even
for
*me* to envision how much plumper and meatier my little
cunny
had become. Actually, it is very hard to describe even
today.
Remember that before becoming pg, my mound with its two
tiny
lips was pretty flat, so simply think of "flat skin" as the
"before
picture."
Next, envision a lemon that has been sliced in half
lengthwise. Put
the flat portion right against your skin. Think about how
much that
lemon skin mounds and bulges out from your skin ~~ that's
the
"after picture."
While the girly skin around my cunny used to be the same
color as
the rest of my skin, now, all the skin covering that
bulging mound
has become a dark reddish-brown, like my areola and
nipples. That
darker, contrasting skin now makes that plump meaty mound
stand
out, almost grabbing you like a clam <giggle>.
Finally, do one more thing. Down the middle of that lemon
half,
carefully slice the outer yellow skin, then peel it back a
little.
That's how my flared cunny lips now open up, like the
petals on a
blooming flower, forever showing off their hot wet pink
insides.
(It feels so much better now-a-days to have a firm wet
tongue
divide those meaty reddish-brown lips, forcibly accessing
my hot
juicy pink insides. The least little touch causes my solid
young butt
to wriggle all around, my girly legs spreading wider and
wider.
They would beg that stiff pink "trowel" to keep scooping up
the
gallons of my hot oozing female dew, while still digging
deeper
and deeper in addition to continuously slurping its way up
and
down. Only a couple cycles in that slippery groove and my
body
would be "panting" and "gasping.")
(Only one plunge of that naughty stiff tongue into my wet
over-
heated love-tunnel would send this poor wriggling body over
the
edge. Suddenly my whole bloated body would be thrashing and
bucking around, like a poor fish out of water, as my poor
exhausted cunny gushes more and more thick gooey nectar.
"Cries" of joy and "gasps" of pleasure would be constantly
erupting from my wide-open mouth until all those wondrous
waves
had totally past. In all honesty, before I became pg by
Daddy, I
*never* felt sensations such as these.)
Up top believe it or not, my ballooning bust was almost
adding 1
full inch every month. Talk about all those little
"hormonies"
working double and triple shifts !!
The only "drawback" about this super-rapid growth was that
my
bloating boobies were getting vivid "stretch marks," like
my
bulging belly but *much* longer. These wiggly purple-
reddish
lines radiated outwards from both areola for at least an
inch or
more, looking like the spokes on a wheel or an exploding
sunburst.
"Hopefully, they will become less noticable as I grow
older," I
kept wishing.
(Right then though, Daddy seemed to love those reddish
lines.
Before he'd even suck on my fat erect nipples, he would
spend five
or ten minutes tracing each of those reddish lines with the
tip of his
firm wet tongue, leaving rivers of warm wetness nestling in
their
hollows. Not only would that cause those poor bloated
boobies to
swell even more and visibly tremble, but it would also send
clusters of tingles up and down my spine, causing my pouted
parted cunny to get very moist . . . . . and itchy.)
The most my Ob would do was shake her head saying, "I've
never
seen this much change so quickly, but it's theoretically
possible. If
the body can grow a baby from a tiny spec to full size in
nine
months, why couldn't it make these smaller changes in a few
months."
Many mornings, both titties felt like there were literally
thousands
of kernels of popcorn exploding inside, puffing and
stretching that
young titty flesh. I'd wake up every morning with both
blooming
nipples rock-hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling, on
top of my
ever-expanding tingling twin mounds.
My bumpy mole-hills had steadily ballooned out from an
almost-
flat "A-" cup to a taut half-moon "D" cup in just those
three short
months ~~ talk about being visited by the *commander* of
all the
other "titty fairies" !!
(*And* those ballooning titties didn't stop there. After my
milk
had fully come in with Peter, my first, those whoppers
measured a
very full "F" cup. Still being only 4' 2" in height, my
poor body
was probably now one-third milk machine ~~ those huge
engorged
whoppers wobbled back and forth *everywhere* I went, but
Daddy
never seemed to complain.)
(And my body hasn't stopped growing yet !! Those milk
machines
have added at least *1* full cup size with each pregnancy,
so that
now on my third, my milky whoppers need a full "H" cup ~~
maybe even larger after my baby girl is born and those milk
factories need to supply even *more* milk. Remember, then
I'll be
feeding 2 babies and a toodler, all at the same time.)
("Hmmm, I wonder how much bigger they'll grow during my 4th
and 5th pregnancies ?? Let's see, at one cup-size per
pregnancy,
I'll be at least into a "J" or "K" cup on this tiny 5' 0"
frame !! If my
belly balloons out as far as it has in the past, I'll
definitely look
like one immense "boob" with two tiny feet. Know any guys
who
might like a cute young girl who looks like that ??
<giggle>)
I simply gave up wearing bras that were *always* too tight,
just
letting those bloated half-moons jiggle around under
whatever I
was wearing. Whenever I exercised, naughty Daddy would
always
want me to wear t-shirts that were now way too tight and
too short
~~ I wonder why.
Those cotton tees, though, would feel sooo soft and nice as
my
jiggling nipples rubbed up and down against them, hardening
and
poking out further and further. When I finished, there
would be
wide wet circles around both nipples from sweat, sorry not
from
milk quite yet. Those areas would become almost
transparent, my
dark pink areola and nipples visibly showing through.
(My tiger-striped leotard bottom would also be completely
soaked
in the crotch ~~ not all of that from sweat !!
<giggle> Most times,
that narrow crotch would get pulled up between my now-
plumper,
more pouting pussy lips, ending up being very sticky and
gooey.)
(I would have to slowly peel that second skin off my
bloated lower
body, then tug it out from between those puffy grasping
lips ~~ I
didn't wear any panties underneath <blush>. That
crotch reminded
me of a hotdog shoved deeply in a bun. I'm sure Daddy would
love
to get his "hotdog" deeply nestled in my bun ~~ no catsup
or
mustard needed, my body would be adding its own pungent
dressing. <giggle>)
(Many days after a long hard workout, I could hear my Daddy
rummaging in the bathroom. I wouldn't have been surprised
if he
hadn't raided the hamper for that sopping wet leotard,
savoring a
couple long sniffs, maybe a couple dozen licks, and a bunch
of
gooey tasty chews.)
(One of these days, maybe I'll try and catch him. He'd look
funny
with that black crotch dangling from his mouth, lips and
teeth
vigorously chewing away, while a free gooey hand probably
pumped his long thick rod. That monster probably sprouted
even
longer, its fat purple head more bloated, from all those
mixed up
savory scents.)
When my mushrooming mounds got exceptionally sore, cousin
Bonita would come in, laying an electric heating pad on
them. On
days when they weren't too sore, she would just use her
heated
breath and moist lips to soothe them. I must admit I
*really*
preferred her hot wet lips best. <giggle>
I loved to feel her hot red parted lips sucking on my
sprouting dark
pink nipples, that firm wet tongue strumming them back and
forth.
That combination not only made me forget about any
soreness, but
it also made my now-huge clitty poke straight up, tenting
my tight
cotton girly panties.
Most times Bonita would only stroke that inch and one-half
clitty
up and down through my cotton panties, like she was
massaging a
little boy's penis, making my crotch wetter and wetter. (I
often
wondered if she ever "fooled around" with any of her
younger
brothers cause she sure knew how to stroke me just right.)
Shortly, between the firm stroking of her fluttering
fingers and the
strong sucking of her talented mouth, a low moan would
escape
from between my parted lips. Within seconds, my whole young
body would be thrashing and bucking on that bed in a full
blown
climax as I "gasped" and "moaned" even louder.
I would always try to kiss Bonita on the lips afterwards as
a thank-
you, but she would usually pull away. I think she was still
embarassed each time about what she had just done, even
though I
thoroughly enjoyed it.
A couple times in the beginning, I think Bonita let her
curiosity
about my clitty overcome her inhibitions. After sucking on
my
bloated booby for a while, she rolled down the front of my
cotton
panties, staring with her mouth still open at my huge
wiggling,
wobbling clitty. Only twice, did she let me push her head
down
toward that shiny quivering stalk.
Those times, she first slurped that bloated stalk up and
down like a
sweet minerature candy-cane, making my body tremble all
over.
Then she began sucking on it like she would a little boy's
penis,
grasping it with her lips, letting her tongue tickle the
tip, then
moving her head slowly up and down, over and over again.
After about only a dozen of her warm wonderful strokes, my
pregnant body would be bucking and thrashing on that bed,
every
minute cell experiencing an earth-shattering climax. While
my
poor tired body was settling back down, she would carefully
roll
those panties back up, gently pat my still-bouncing pg
belly, then
leave the room shutting the door. Much as I later tried, I
couldn't
get her to do much more, but Daddy was a completely
different
story.
Soon after those erupting mountains became full-fledged D
cups, I
decided to tease my Daddy with them. Early that morning, I
struggled into a tattered little-girly underwear set ~~ a
crop-top and
hipster. Both were white with fancy pink fringe all around
the
edges.
The sleeveless crop-top had a wide deep "U" neckline, and
one-
inch wide bands over each shoulder. At the bottom of that
pink
fringed neckline was a large cute pink bow. Originally,
that frilly
bottom only came about one-third of the way down my flat
chest,
now it just covered the bottom swells of my bulging half-
moons.
That size 8 crop-top had been made for a chest size of only
27
inches, while my rib cage had since expanded to a "huge" 29
inches. When you add onto that another *4 inches* for my
ballooning boobies, my poor creamy bosom was constantly
popping or spilling out of that straining lily-white crop-
top ~~ as
planned.
Watching in a full-length mirror, all I had to do was bend
over
slightly and both bloated balloons would "pop" right over
that
neckline, jiggling like wild, run-away jello. Those pink
areola and
nipples would point straight out, later shriveling and
hardening in
the air.
To make those "accidents" happen even more easily (heh,
heh), I
slid those shoulder-bands off my shoulders, slipping them
down
my upper arms. That left my shoulders completely bare,
while that
crop-top neckline dropped even a little lower in front.
Those tiny hipsters didn't have much better luck. Created
for 29
inch hips with a flat little cunny, my hips had widened to
31 inches
preparing for my child-bearing. My cunny (maybe I should
call it a
"pussy" now) had become much plumper, those pouting lips
flaring wide open.
Staring in that mirror, that crotch strip now only covered
the
middle half of my pussy ~~ about ridge to ridge of those
puffy
pink lips. There must have been at least a + inch of bare
creamy
pussy-mound flesh totally visible on *each* side (between
it and
my legs), emphasized by that pink frilly fringe.
"I guess I'm ready," I thought, "Now to find Daddy."
Looking
around, I finally could hear him shaving in the bathroom.
Putting my best little-girl pout on my face, I skipped into
the
bathroom through the wide open door. Daddy was shaving at
the
sink wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
"Daaaddddyyy," I cried, "Loooook, my favorite set of
underwear
doesn't fit anymore."
As soon as I said "fit," I pulled down the bottom of that
crop-top
letting both bloated boobies pop right out. "Seeeeee," I
continued,
"these keep falling out," bouncing my body up and down with
feined exaturated concern.
Daddy's eyes were glued to my half-moons, intently watching
them with their erect pink tips frantically jiggle up and
down. His
long pink tongue automatically wet his parted lips as those
hard
pink nipples drew ghostly patterns in the air.
I paused talking, then looked lower, watching that wiggling
snake
in Daddy's boxer shorts grow bigger and bigger, getting
more
elongated and fatter. In a flash, it was poking out through
his fly,
still getting longer and harder with every passing second.
My own clitty had grown bloated and fat, visibly poking out
my
white hipsters, like a young boy's erect cock, but Daddy
couldn't
see it because of my hugely overhanging belly. Anyway, he
seemed much more interested in other areas right now.
Slowly, he reached around me and closed the bathroom door
tight.
Right then, I knew that I was going to have some fun.
"Oooooooo," I said clapping my hands with glee, "Is that
long fat
red candy cane *all* for me ??"
Before Daddy could even answer, I fell to my knees in front
of
him, my boobies again jiggling like crazy. Grabbing that
wobbling
stalk with both tiny hands, my fingers and thumb nowhere
near
touching, I could feel it throb and pulse with heated
excitement.
My moist lips began kissing that huge bloated purple
mushroom-
shaped head, sucking in all that sweet wet nectar oozing
from its
flaring piss-slit. At first it tasted strange, then I
realized why. My
taste buds were detecting a combination of Daddy's precum
*mixed with* Bonita's musky female juices. Daddy must have
"fooled around" with her, then not had enough time to wash
off his
long fat joy-stick. "Naughty Daddy," I thought.
After a minute, I concluded, "Ooooooo, that makes it even
more
lewd," then added, "I am sucking on the same joy-stick that
had so
recently been in Bonita's hot slimy love-tunnel." Just that
thought
alone made me suck on its bloated head with even wilder
abandon.
Suddenly Daddy yelled, "Watch out Kitten, I'm
coooommmming,"
but his warning was too late.
Gobs and strings of warm gooey cum began shooting out that
piss-
slit. The first blast got both my left cheek and ear. The
next
eruption got my right jiggling booby, almost smack on its
erect
little nipple, finally running over it, a long thin strand
hanging
from that hard pink tip. Some of it then drizzled down over
that
lower swell onto my white girly crop-top.
I caught most of the third spurt in my small mouth, a
little
dribbling out the corners, then drooling down my chin. The
last
shot zipped over my right eye and into my blond hair.
After that, my stiff wet tongue just had to lick up the
globs and
drops as they slowly dripped from his piss-slit, while I
vigorously
pumped that bloated sausage in and out. My little hands
grasped
that softening flesh-tube as tightly as they could,
valiently trying to
squeeze and wring out every last droplet of Daddy's manly
juices.
Finally, I rubbed that cum-coated purple head round and
round
both my shiny wet cheeks, trying to rub in as much "cum" as
possible. Then I let that tired python sag down, now
rubbing it over
and over both my budding breasts, teasing his drooling
piss-slit
with my still-erect nipples.
"I hear that rubbing a male's cum on your nipples and
breasts,
makes them grow even bigger," I thought, "Maybe mine will
balloon larger still."
Standing back up, I looked at him with a big pout.
"Daadddy, look.
My clean underwear top got all dirty from your gooey
juices," I
strongly told him. "I guess I can't wear it today," then
added with a
loud sigh, "I'll have to go change *again*."
Opening the door, I huffed out with a big grin on my face.
"I
would have been *very* disappointed if I didn't have to go
change," I though as I merrily skipped back to my room.
* * * * *
<that's all for now>