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(MFf, ped, inc, size, preg, sn) *** ** Chapter One: Meeting Tina All Steve's guy friends (who knew about "his equipment") told him it was a gift. What a joke. A 12" shlong sounded great if you were a porn star, but his dreams of finding the woman who could take the whole thing left him with, well, female porn stars as his only real options... and they aren't as appealing as they sound. He'd pretty much given up hope of ever having a serious relationship that got much beyond "wow, you're huge! ow! stop that!" when he met Tina. She, if you'd asked any of his friends, was the least likely match you ever could have picked for him. Steve was about 6'1", medium build, with his 12" monster looming ominously in front of him. Tina was a hair over 4' tall, perfectly proportioned in every way. In *every* way. That meant no copious internal cavities for him... They met in an online chatroom and never discussed their appearance at all before they met. He loved her desperate eroticism and empathized with her feelings of sexual frustration (not put into any detail, but he definitely picked up on it). She loved his quick sense of humor and his patience with her emotional needs. When they finally met, his heart fell. The top of her head ended somewhere in the middle of his chest. Their emotional relationship had been great, but he knew at a glance it could never be physical... or so he thought. ** Chapter Two: The First Gift He couldn't have been more wrong. She could tell something was wrong by how he kept avoiding her gaze on their date, and finally using her connection with him they'd formed in the chatroom, she convinced him to tell her what was wrong. In a few short sentences he explained to her that the source of *his* frustrations she'd sensed before was his oversized penis and the difficulties it had caused him in his relationships. And now seeing her, she wouldn't even be able to.... She stopped him. Without a word she led him back to her car and in minutes they were at her apartment. Their passion was so pent up they said little as they entered her bedroom. He just stared into her eyes as they both stripped, connecting finally the woman he'd loved from a distance with the physical entity in front of him. He was therefore startled from his gaze by the sight of this perfect nymphette in front of him. She was... perfect. She was like a supermodel... standing 10 feet away instead of right in front of him. He still had his boxers on, but they were tented well away from his body by now. She reached out boldly and pulled them down, her eyes taking in his veined member. "Hmm" was all she said. Her look was almost appraising. Then she nodded, led him to her bed, and the rest was just a whirl. He kissed her. He stroked her. He could take not just her nipple in his mouth, but her entire small, perfect breast, suckling on her chest as if he could through sheer force of will cause her to express milk. She returned the favor, though much lower. She couldn't fit much more than his bloated mushroom head in her mouth, and it had to "pop" with a tight seal between her stretched lips, but it felt incredible. Finally, with great trepidation, he climbed on top of her. She was so small! He would crush her! He would tear her inside! He began to soften with all of the horrible worries and memories of past failed relationships. Suddenly he was snapped back to attention and erection by the feel of her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs, straining, wrapped around his waist, and her tiny slit rubbing wetly back and forth along the underside of his sensitive shaft. Within moments her parted nether lips had gathered teaspoonfuls of his clear slippery fluid that began to ooze copiously from the tip of his penis, and their male and female parts were coated in more fluid lubricant than he'd ever seen. He looked over into the mirror on one side of her bed and could see everything. Tina was perfect and tiny, dangling under him as he was on his hands and knees. She swung beneath him like some rider falling off a mighty stallion, except his stallion's shaft was prodding at her womanly entrance. He gave in, dropped down until her back rested against the sheets, for greater purchase, and started to push into her. She was incredibly tight; even with all of her wetness and his pre-cum, it was like trying to pull a greased wrist out of handcuffs... but in reverse. After keeping up the pressure for a moment, he felt something give, and he lunged into her. With her incredibly tight squeezing and the long waiting for this moment, he shamefully couldn't hold out, and with just his bloated head locked in her tiny vagina, he exploded. At the feel of his hot seed flooding her, she went over the top as well and cried out in short panting gasps before he collapsed atop her, pinning her to the bed. When he awoke a few minutes later, he promptly lifted himself off her small frame, apologizing profusely, but he stopped him and pulled him back down on top of her, reveling in her gentle giant's crushing intimate embrace. Satisfied he hadn't hurt her, he pulled back, his softened but still broad penis head leaving her tiny hole with an audible "pop". He looked down and was horrified to see traces of blood mixed with their clear and white fluids. She saw his look and shushed him until they'd both cleaned themselves up. She explained that yes, she'd been a virgin, yes, she'd wanted him to be her first, no, it didn't hurt (more on that later), and yes, she'd forgotten all about protection too, but it didn't matter, because she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. He went down on one knee right there, bringing their eyes closer to parity, and with his seed still occasionally dripping down her inner thigh, proposed to his perfect little woman. ** Chapter Three: The Second Gift The fucked like bunnies. They quickly explored her limits, and though he could never get much more than 4 or 5 inches inside her, her hands made up (mostly) for what her body couldn't provide. Not only was she a minx, he discovered, she was a fertile minx. Within a few months, they found out she was pregnant, which scared him a little, but she assured him it would be wonderful. The months passed and as her time neared, they had to be more and more careful because of the baby. Her belly was enormous, and when they went out in public, they definitely got some strange looks, which ranged from "you horrid pedophile" to "oh, he's helping some poor pregnant 6th grader out". Anyone who'd taken one look at her face and form should have realized she was a fully grown woman, but many didn't look beyond her height. Just as many of his previous girlfriends hadn't looked beyond his size. Finally the day came and Tina gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. They named her Ginny and Tina told Steve that she was to be her gift to him. He didn't understand what that meant at the time... They were all sent home from the hospital with all sorts of pamphlets about all sorts of things, including sex after pregnancy. The pamphlet said that everything would be sore and open for a while, so they should wait at least a month, which is why Steve was surprised when Tina put the baby down the first night and led him into the bedroom naked. She looked so hot.. her belly was smaller and her breasts were still huge (for her). He told her about how it was supposed to be sore and they should wait, but, as always, she shushed him and pulled him on top of her. In almost a year that they'd been together, he'd stretched her somewhat (though not much), but this was something different. Her vagina still clung to the sides of his penis as they slowly began to move on the bed, but it felt wildly different. He knew he shouldn't find it so arousing to feel like he was fucking a different woman, but he did. He reached her limit as always with still 7" outside, but where now she'd usually reach down and rub his exposed shaft, she instead arched her back up and pushed up to meet him. He gasped as he felt his spongy head skip over the softened lips of her cervix and slip deeper into his wife than he'd ever been before. He still couldn't completely enter her, but the feeling of her recently emptied uterus rubbing against his rampant penis head while her still dilated cervix caressed his shaft drove him to explode inside her with more force than he'd ever felt. When he opened his eyes she was smiling up at him, though her eyes were a little sad. She told him that she wouldn't be able to do that for him for much longer, and had wanted to find a way to take more of him while she still could. He hugged his tiny, beautiful wife in a might bear hug, and planted two more loads of sperm straight into her shrinking womb before he could no longer pierce her cervix. ** Chapter Four: The Third Gift As the years passed, he learned much more about being a father and about his very special wife. They were all happy together, though Tina never got pregnant again. He told her about how he was worried that he'd damaged her, inside, when she'd let him womb-fuck her, but she told him that even if that was true, it was "all for the best". Through the years, Tina and Ginny spent hours together, and as the girl grew, it was obvious she was taking more after her mother than her dad. She was going to be taller, however, as by 9 she was already as tall as her Mom. He found himself wondering what the squeals and groans she heard from the bedroom were when the two of them had their "girl's nights" where he wasn't allowed. Tina assured him they were just playing, so he tried not to let his imagination run away with him. Just before Ginny's 9th birthday, though, some of Tina's secrets could no longer be hidden. He'd noticed her sneaking out of the house any number of times and he finally followed her to the hospital one time. When he confronted her, she sighed and explained what was going on. She had a rare neurological disease which caused her not to feel any pain except on her skin. This is why she'd be such a good partner for him, why Ginny's birth had been so easy, how she'd been able to offer him the incredible gift of her body after the birth... and why she was dying. The sensitivity of her skin had made her able to deal with her disorder better than most patients, but also reflected a genetic variation that made it a fatal degenerative condition. Within a month, she told him, the condition would enter its final stage and she'd be in near constant pain until she died. There was no cure, but she'd made "arrangements" for it not to end that way. She explained that her doctor who she'd known for years would be the one to perform the autopsy and he'd find that she died of natural causes. He just stared at her, completely confused. She looked deep into his eyes and told him that she couldn't think of a more wonderful, natural way to go than to finally give her husband the thing he'd wanted for all of his adult life. Her hand rested gently on his swelling crotch as he finally realized what she meant. He was struck dumb the whole ride home, and when they got there she matter-of-factly explained all the arrangements that had to be made first. She brought her will up-to-date, said her goodbyes in non-specific terms to her friends, sent Ginny over to play with her friends, and led Steve into the bedroom for one last time. By then he'd argued with her every which way, but he knew she'd thought this through. She'd feel no pain this way. She'd die in his arms. It all made so much sense... except for the horror. But to his own horror, he found he'd been hard for hours just thinking about her. She'd taken a muscle relaxant a few hours earlier, and so they'd scarcely entered the bedroom when she collapsed onto the bed. He gently stripped her naked, her eyes smiling up at him with love. Looking down on his tiny wife, still so healthy looking, and knowing what she wanted him to do brought tears to his eyes and a throbbing to his loins. He was out of his clothes and inside her in a flash. His fingers explored all of her that his mouth couldn't reach on her tiny form so far below him. His measuring gaze took in the length and shape of her. Her entire torso couldn't have been much more than 15" long... if he did this, the tip of his penis would end up... He couldn't think about that, just how hot and wet she felt on the end of him. He began moving in their regular rhythm, but she stopped him, shaking her head. She arched up and braced herself, as she had so many years ago right after Ginny was born. It was different this time, she wasn't dilated open, but the muscle relaxant made it tight, but possible. He pulled the tip of his penis back from the tented depths of her tiny vagina and, instead notching it against her cervix, pushed forcefully at her womb's entrance. It gave more easily than he expected, both because of the drugs and because, as she knew but he didn't, he *had* damaged her reproductive tract with that womb fuck so many years before, but she'd never regretted the decision. He began his familiar motions, now with only 4 or 5 inches remaining outside her tiny form, but once again she stopped him. She knew this would be the hardest, even with the back wall of her uterus thinned and scarred from his prior assault. She let him move again, vigorously stretching and poking her womb, and began to move against him, pushing back in time to his thrusts. Their unions became more and more violent until at last she reached down and poked at his anus as she gave a particularly hard arching thrust towards him. He yelped and dove downwards, feeling a stretching resistance, and then a sickening tearing sensation as the back wall of his tiny wife's womb gave way. He froze, staring into her eyes. They showed no pain only wonder at the feel of her wonderful, giant lover so deep inside her. Made braver through her apparent acceptance, he placed his hands at her tiny hips and leaned back, pulling her onto him with all of his strength, sliding her tiny body the last few inches down his steel-hard penis until at last their bodies touched where they had never touched before. His pubic mound ground against hers as his penis traveled through her stretched vagina, through her forced-open cervix, through her clinging uterus, and ended deep in the organs of her chest. She made a soft choking sound as the head of his penis rubbed against her lungs, but wrapped her arms around him in delight. She'd given him her body to use as a sex toy. Not just her vagina like most women, but her entire body. As he held her in his arms, he thought of all of the sex manuals he'd read with the different positions and diagrams, and thought of one that was listed as "for deepest penetration" He never thought he'd be using that one, and he was sure the authors never imagined anyone would ever go *this* deep. He pulled her tighter onto him, shifting his hips into that position, feeling the tip of his shaft caressing her beating heart. He wanted to just stay like that forever, but she looked down at him, her loving gaze now growing desperate. He realized that though she couldn't feel pain from her nerves, the minutes of her life were ticking away from the moment he'd rearranged her internal organs with his tearing thrust. She needed release from her diseased life, given by her loving husband. He needed release in a much less permanent fashion, but with just as much urgency. And so, to satisfy both needs, he began to move. He fucked her with careless abandon. Always before, with his wife and every other lover, he'd had to be careful, to not thrust too hard, to not thrust too deep. All that was past now as, with his hands on her small waist, he lifted her up and pulled her down, fucking her chest, her lungs, her heart. Her stretched vaginal lips were the mere entry point to this warm, pulsing fuck-sleeve he was ruining with every thrust. It didn't take long for either of them to find their release, as his increasingly frantic thrusts tore at her soft tissues until at last, as her little heart gave out, her whole body spasmed in death throes, clenching at him from every angle, and he hugged her to him, pulling her tight against the base of his penis as he exploded into her body, semen flooding her right lung that he'd finally come to rest inside, then driven by the pressure of his ejaculation up through her trachea until the semen he'd jetted into her body came out through her nose and she collapsed happy, dead, and never in pain... in his arms. ** Chapter Five: The Final Gift Tina had taken care of everything. He wasn't in any condition to think straight, so luckily there was a card by the phone that told him the doctor's number to dial and exactly what to say. The records showed that his wife had an attack related to her condition and died at the hospital. Nothing unseemly went on the record, and all the loose ends were taken care of. And so their lives went on. Ginny grew up into a beautiful little girl, taller then her mother but still shorter than average. Four years later, when she was 12, on the anniversary of the last time he'd ever been with a woman, his daughter presented him with a sealed envelope. He recognized the handwriting... it was Tina's. Ginny sat in the corner wordlessly and waited for him to open it. His hands trembling, he tore the letter open and began to read. Dearest Steve, If you're reading this, then I am gone and either Ginny is old enough, or has decided that it's time for you to read it. I knew from the time we met that I would die before you, perhaps long before, and couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone and in... need. That's why from the moment we were together, I decided I needed to prepare a replacement for myself for when I was gone. When I finally conceived I hoped against hope it was a girl, who would grow up strong and healthy to replace me, and my wishes were answered. He looked up at Ginny, squirming impatiently across the room, and kept reading. When Ginny was five, I started training her to take my place once I was gone; she's had far longer to prepare for my passing than you have, and for that, I'm sorry my love. I even told her how I would go, so she'd understand exactly the "immensity" of the task she'd have to take on. Take her, my love, as you once took me. She is my final gift to you. He let the letter fall to the floor, his mouth agape, staring at his daughter, appraising her in a whole new light. She walked over, took his hand, and led him to her bedroom, and he went with her as if in a daze. He sat down on her bed as she got on her hands and knees to fish something out from underneath. This gave him a moment to finally take in the form of his daughter's tight body, and he said a silent word of thanks to his wife for her wonderful gifts. Ginny finally squirmed back out from under the bed, holding a large shoe box with "Ginny's Training Kit" written in Tina's handwriting on the top. With her urging, he emptied it onto the bed and looked at what was there. First he noticed a number of sketches on graph paper. They looked like rough drawings of a naked girl at various ages; a pedophile's dream come true. Next to each were diagrams of various sized penises (dildos?) superimposed against the girls' stomachs: estimations of size, elasticity, growth. Next there was a stack of letters, again in Tina's hand. He started to read them, but Ginny gently but impatiently put them back in the box, explaining that they were the instructions Mommy had prewritten for her that she'd been following since she was 9, and he could read them later. Finally, lying lewdly on the bed were three rubber dildos. The first was fairly small and tapered, and had three numbered lines drawn on it, with the smaller numbers closer to the "head": 8, 9, and 10. He realized from the sketches that those were years, and gasped as he realized that at age 9 his little angel had been fitting this entire thing inside her. Then he looked over at the other two. The first wasn't much longer than the 8-9-10 one, just thicker, and had written on the bottom of it "LIKE DADDY". Appraising it, he (not immodestly) though that while it was indeed *like* him, it was still a bit small. Then he looked at the other one, which once again had lines drawn on it: 11, 12, 13, 14. The line for 14 said "Daddy" next to it and was indeed a good approximation of his length. Near the "head" the dildo tapered to a point, then quickly spread to simulate his thickness. Flipping it over in his hands, he saw that this one was also labeled on the bottom, but this one was "LOVE DADDY". He looked quizzically at Ginny, and she explained. Mommy had left her a note telling her than when she turned 11, she had a choice. She could use the "LIKE DADDY" and be able to still service her father acceptably when she was older, and even be able to go on later in life to another man, perhaps, have a family, and so on. (It was understood that her duty, once she was old enough but still living at home, was to service her father; that much had never been in doubt) But she could also choose to start working with the "LOVE DADDY" dildo. If she kept at it, by the time she was 14, she'd be able to accept her father's penis completely, servicing him like her mother had just after her birth. (She'd been told all about that, too) It would likely ruin her for "lesser" men, and she'd almost certainly never be able to bear children after she went down that road. He trembled, holding the two warming pieces of rubber in his hands... waiting for her to tell her which she had used. She motioned for him to hold them up to his nose. He sniffed experimentally at "LIKE DADDY" and it smelled... like rubber. He shrugged. She urged him onward. He sniffed at "LOVE DADDY" and was overwhelmed with a deep womanly musk. Tears came to his eyes as he realized what she had sacrificed... rearranging her own body inside for him to use. Ginny quickly got up and swept the toys and letters from the bed, and began to climb out of her school clothes. He realized that something was awry and stopped her, pointing out that she was only 13, and her training wasn't supposed to reach the "Daddy" line until next year. She nodded sincerely and explained that she didn't think he could wait another year, and she was willing to let him "break her in" himself. If he was gentle, it would be close enough. By now his daughter was fully naked in front of him, and he was too speechless to argue. He didn't think he could *get* any harder than he'd been for the last 15 minutes, from the moment he started reading Tina's letter. He was wrong. Ginny stood a little under 5' tall in her, er, birthday suit. She had her mother's green eyes, long brown hair, small but prominent breasts, and dark red nipples. She had barely a downy patch of hair dusting her swollen public mound, accentuating rather than hiding the cleft of her girlhood. She opened her arms to him and told him that while she couldn't give him her virginity, which had been taken when she was 5 by her mother's loving fingers, she could instead give him her body, her soul, and her life. For she had indeed chosen to stretch herself, open herself, prepare herself for her the very reason for her existence: to sexually service and complete satisfy her father. She swiftly removed his shirt, his pants, and his shorts, painfully stretched over the stiffest erection he'd had in years. She held his member appraisingly in her small hands, judging how much growing she was supposed to have done in the coming year and whether she would indeed be able to take him all. There was only one way to find out. Ginny laid back on the bed beneath him, her pink unicorn sheets belying an innocence that was shattered long before he lay naked atop her. He held her in his arms for only a moment, as she slid beneath him towards his feet, her thighs parting beneath him. Then at last, 13 years after she'd been born, Ginny's soft wet vaginal lips touched her father's swollen penis head. The knowledge that she'd been prepared for this, that his daughter existed only to accept his cock made Steve feel like more of a man than he ever had. He didn't hesitate, but did what felt natural, what he imagined a cave man would have done if his daughter had offered herself to him in this manner. He entered her. Ginny bit her lip. This was the moment she'd been prepared for since childhood; her father's penis was at last sliding into her vagina. And sliding.... and sliding. She whimpered, for unlike her mother, Ginny's first time with her father *did* hurt a bit. He was much harder than the soft rubber dildo she was used to, and she discovered that perhaps this would have been easier when she was 14 and her sexual organs had had more time to mature, to ready themselves to receive an adult male's oversized organ. But this preteen had committed herself to taking her Daddy... all of him.. inside her. So she gritted her teeth, clenched her fingers on his broad shoulders, and braced herself for him to slide deeper. If he hadn't been oozing sticky slippery liquid desire out of the tip of his penis for minutes, and she hadn't been wet with wanting him, he never would have gotten this far. He had a little more than half of his penis embedded in the soft hole between his daughter's tiny legs. This was more than Tina could usually take. She had usually made up for it with a hand job on what remained outside her... but Ginny wasn't going to settle for that. She'd been *made* for this. Conceived, trained, and reshaped specifically to be penetrated fully by her father's 12" baby-maker. And so he felt the tight ring of her cervix, already open through practice, slip easily but noticeably over the rampaging spongy head of his incestual invader. Only when he'd lunged lustily the last few inches, and felt himself lightly stretch the back wall of his little girl's uterus before coming to rest hilted inside her, did he actually think of the moral enormity of what he'd just done. He'd just sheathed his monstrous adult penis in his baby girl's damaged womb to satisfy his own lustful urges... Of course just thinking about that drove him over the edge, and with his penis firmly embedded in her clasping uterus, he exploded with months of pent-up semen, gripping her tiny fragile body against him in a lecherous mockery of a father's chaste hug, as their bodies joined below shuddered in a shared orgasm of biblical proportions. By the time her father's semen stopped flowing into her, it was dribbling down her smooth little thigh, and she'd never, ever been happier. ** Chapter Six: The Unexpected Outcome A few weeks later, Ginny got her first period, and Steve's guilt flared up again. She assured him that there was no danger of him siring a baby on his still preteen daughter (though just talking about that resulted in the wildest fuck session since the first one) And so the months turned into years, and they lived happily as father and daughter, and as lovers. He "made use" of Tina's most wonderful gift almost every night. Some nights she didn't feel like the vague discomfort (which had never completely gone away) of being stretched by her father's cock, but she reminded herself that it was her entire reason for living, and besides, he usually fucked her to an incredible orgasm anyway... What neither of them knew was that, although her womb had been "repurposed" to the task of accepting her father's nightly penile invasions, it was still functional. She had in fact on two separate occasions, by the time she turned 15, conceived her father's child. But both times within days of the embryo implanting in the wall of her uterus, his vigorous womb-fucking and high pressure jets of semen had scraped her belly clean. That was why when, just after her 15th birthday, just before she began ovulating (not that she was keeping track), after Steve had to leave on a business trip and they had a "goodbye" fuck... *that* was the one that stuck. They took their time that night and he'd saved up both balls-full of sperm for his little girl, so when he pushed clean through her cervix and jetted directly into her womb, most of the seed rushed right towards her ovaries. It was a wonder that her father's vigorous little sperm soldiers only fertilized one of the high-schooler's eggs that night. When he returned 2 months later from his business trip (she'd been staying with a friend), she showed him the pregnancy test she'd taken after being sick every morning for a week (and missing her period). He was shocked... and incredibly turned on. He'd managed to knock his teenage daughter up. He was a virile stud. He was a MAN. Through the pregnancy they took special care. He wore a cock ring to avoid an "early encounter" with his child/grandchild. The doctors were concerned that she seemed to have a "prolapsed cervix" (they looked blankly as if surprised by this news), but thought that her unusually well developed internal muscles should be able to compensate. And both of them were thrilled when they found out that it was a girl. ** Epilogue 13 years later, Ginny was 27, and still loved her father. But he knew that she wanted to explore the world, to do things that he couldn't always do with her. That's why on their daughter Tina's 13th birthday (named in honor of her grandmother), Ginny presented her to her father as her replacement. Though Ginny couldn't claim to have conceived Tina on purpose for his pleasure, and she hadn't given her the "intensive" physical training that she had received, she still had trained her in how to pleasure him, for one way or another it would always be Ginny's job to make sure that her father was satisfied. And with or without the training, by the time *she* was 14, young Tina was taking her father clear up inside her womb, just like her mother and grandmother. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 53