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                             CHAPTER 1



    My daughter, Cindy, has been an extremely large girl all of 

her life. When she reached her 8th birthday she was 6' 1" tall, 

weighed 210 pounds and wore a woman's size 14 panty. Just to 

give you an idea of how big that would be, a normal 170 pound 

man would virtually not be able to keep her panties on without 

holding them up.  

    My wife Barbara is also extremely big and tall; being 6'7" 

tall and weighing over 250 pounds. But by contrast, I'm only 6' 4" 

tall and weigh only a little over 175 pounds.

    By the time Cindy's  9th birthday came, she had grown to 

6' 6" tall. Barbara was so happy with Cindy's giant size, that she 

dressed her up in a pair of her best "little girl" size 20 frilly, pink 

panties, ruffled half-slip and a short silky skirt. She also put some 

of her 4" heels on Cindy over her white frilly socks. This made 

Cindy tower 6'10" tall. She then made me stand next to Cindy and 

look up into her face. God I felt tiny, standing next to my 

Amazonic daughter while dressed  in a pair of one of Cindy's 

smaller frilly panties left over from when she was only 7 years old. 

These were the only size that would fit me. With my wife's 4" 

heels on, Cindy towered over me by more than a half a foot. 

    Barbara then asked Cindy to bend over and kiss  me on my 

forehead while she took pictures. Then she had Cindy lean down, 

pick me up and hold me her strong arms. Picture after picture was 

shoot as Cindy crushed me in her powerful arms. Only weighing  

175 pounds, and compared to her weight of 240 pounds, if she 

chose, she could have easily held me around in her arms for hours. 

But my wife  just wanted her to hold me up while as she shot a few 

more pictures. 

    "Make Cindy put me down," I said to Barbara as I dangled 

high off the ground in Cindy's strong arms. 

    You'll never know how insignificant it made me feel to 

have my 9 year old daughter be able to physically tower over and 

dominate me. The last time she was small enough for me to put her 

over my knee and spank her was when she was only 6 years old. 

But within a year after that, she was taller, stronger and bigger 

than I, and could, if she had ever wished, could put me over her 

knee and spank me to tears. 

    By the time she was 12 years old she had grown another 3 

inches to  6' 9" and weighed over 260 pounds. Even at that early 

age, she was forced to buy her extra large panties, girdles, and 

slips from on of the "Lane Bryant's Large Women's Stores located 

in our city. She had by now, totally outgrown her "little" size 20 

panties and was forced to wear a  women's size 32. That's more 

than three times the size of my white, cotton, briefs.

    From 12 years old on, Cindy would walk around the house 

dressed only in her bra, panties, and half-slip. I tried to be as 

careful as I could, but many times she would catch me standing as 

close to her as I dared. I would use every opportunity I could to 

walk up behind her and brush my small chest against her large, 

nylon panty covered butt. 

    Many times, when she was in her bathroom getting ready 

for grammar school, I would walk up behind her with a towel 

wrapped around my body, reach up, and snap the elastic top of her 

panties with my fingers.

    "Cindy, would you move your overgrown Amazon butt." I 

pretended to order as I looked up at the broad, back of this 

imposing pre-teenage girl. 

    Usually she would just turn around, tear my towel off, and 

kid me about the size of my penis (or "Daddy's little wee-wee" as 

she called it). At less than 2½ inches long, and no bigger around 

that her little finger, my penis was about the same size as a 10 year 

old boy's wee-wee. And the fact that I had very little pubic hair, 

further contributed to the allusion of my "little boy" look.

    "You're such a bad baby boy! Come to Mommy"' Cindy 

said as she  bent over and lifted me up on the counter. I felt so 

weak and tiny standing completely nude in front of her massive 

pre-teenage frame. My penis was now fully grown and proudly 

sticking out like a little 3 inch flag poll. Pinching and shaking the 

tip of my tiny "wee-wee" between her fingers, she pretended to 

scold me like a mother scolds her bad little baby boy. 

    "Baby's been bad again", Cindy scolded as she pinched the 

tip of my penis between her strong fingers. 

    While she finished getting ready, she kept me occupied by  

rubbing my tiny, "little boy wee-wee" up and down between the 

tips of her first and second fingers. To keep from loosing my 

balance, I had to hold on to the strong straps of her bra. I never 

tired of this game. And every time that Barbara left early for work 

we would recreate this ritual.

     After she finished putting on her makeup, Cindy would 

pick me up in her strong arms and carry me into her bedroom. She 

would then gently set me on her bed in a pile of her discarded 

underwear and let me watch her finish getting dressed for school. 

They were yesterdays panties and slips, so that they had a distinct 

little girl odor to them. This really excited me, because for the 

entire time it took her to get ready, I would roll around in her giant 

silky undies. Every now and then I would peak out from inside the 

pile of her panties, slips, bras, and nylons, and see her looking 

down approvingly at me. It was then that I was beginning to 

realize the strong desire I had for her and her giant "little-girl" 

underwear.

    When she was finished dressing, I would stand on the bed 

with her giant, panties and slips draped around me. At this height, 

I was almost eye level with her. 

    "Kiss Daddy good-by." I demanded with my hands on my 

hips.

    "Come to Mommy," She purred as she wrapped her strong 

arms around my waist, and lifted me off the bed, holding me high 

in the air. I then wrapped my skinny legs around her waist and 

held on to her neck  as she carried me down the stairs to our front 

door.  I was still draped with her panties, brassieres, nylons, and 

slips, so she kissed me on the forehead while we were still in the 

house. 

    "Please don't put me down," I cried as I held on tightly to 

her neck.

    "Oh, daddy, don't be such a little baby," she said as she 

pinched my little penis between her thumb and first finger. She 

increased the pressure until I released my legs from around her 

waist. 

    "I'll be late for school." she said firmly as she let go of my 

penis and carefully set me down on the floor in front of her.

    "Ow! That hurt,"  I said rubbing my erect, tiny penis with 

my hand as I looked up into her eyes. "You do that again, and I 

will have to put you over her knee and spank you."

    "Now listen Daddy!" she exclaimed as she looked down on 

my puny body. "I know you think you look cute with my 

underwear all over you, but I want my bedroom cleaned up and all 

my dirty panties, nylons, bras, and slips hand washed, dried, and 

neatly folded by the time I get home from school. Is that 

understood?"

    Like a little boy I looked up at her and nodded my head. 

    "That's better." she said as she kissed me on top of my head 

and left for school.

     At that moment, I was completely aware that if I 

disobeyed her orders and didn't clean up her bedroom and wash all 

of her dirty, "little-girl" undies, that there was no way I could 

avoid the severest of punishments.

    Playing with myself through her panties that were draped 

around my body, I walked up the stairs and into Cindy's bedroom. 

I climbed up on to her giant bed and lay down in the heap of soiled 

undies that were scattered all over her bed. I was feeling tired so I 

stuffed two of her giant silk panties into  one of her size 40EE 

brassiere cups and made a pillow out of it. I then got inside of one 

of her giant half-slips and pulled it up around my shoulders and 

drifted off to sleep.



             To be continued

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