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Big Cindy (M-f-teen, inc)
by Anonymous (c) 1990
CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING
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.
CHAPTER 2: WASHING CINDY'S UNDIES
If, when Cindy got home from her 7th grade class, I had
washed and hung her giant undies correctly, she would go into her
bedroom, and play with her dolls. Usually she was only dressed in
her pink nylon panties, half-slip, and matching bra. If I got off
work before Barbara, I would go in her bedroom wearing only my
little-boy type white cotton briefs and ask her if she would be my
"big, strong, horsy" and pick me up on her back and carry me
around. I got so excited when she would play this game with me,
because at 6' 9" tall, and weighing over 260 pound, my Amazonic
daughter could have easily crushed the life out of my puny weak
body.
At only twelve years old, she was much to young to ever
imagine the sexual thrill I was getting, riding high on her back
while she wore only her bra, nylon panties, and slip. But my
ultimate thrill was when she would lift me on her back and slide
me down so that my upper body was completely inside of her half-
slip and I was seated inside the back of her panties. She made sure
to wear oversized panties so I could fit inside of them along with
her. She would stick my legs out through the insides of the leg
holes. Sitting deep inside her panties this way, my little erect penis
was sticking inside of her ass checks; checks that were so deep that
my 3" penis was lost inside her. She liked me to ride inside of her
panties, because this way her hands were free to play with her
dolls. With my penis sliding in and out of her giant ass cheeks and
my little butt rubbing against the silky smoothness of her panties
and half-slip, I would hold on to the back her strong bra straps as
she carried me around her bedroom for what seemed like hours. It
wasn't till latter in life that she realized that "Her little panty riding
cowboy", as I liked her to call me then, was just using her for my
sexual fantasies about big girls.
CHAPTER 3: DADDY GETS CAUGHT
One day my wife, Barbara, came home from work early.
She walked upstairs saw me through the slit in Cindy's bedroom
door, Barbara could hardly believe her eyes. There I stood on a
stool, going through Cindy's underwear drawer. I was dressed in
only my little cotton briefs and was holding one of Cindy's extra-
large size 62 nylon panties up to my chest. It was more than twice
the size of my chest. Without me noticing, Barbara watched as I
took off my cotton briefs and put on Cindy's giant silky panties.
Barbara had to laugh, because her daughter's mammoth panties
literally dwarfed me and I looked more like a 6 year old little boy
in his mother's bedroom wearing her giant silk panties than a
normal 44 year old grown man. I had never realized just how big
Cindy had grown, until I saw how her panties virtually dwarfed
me.
Holding Cindy's tent-like panties up with one of my hands,
I found a clothespin. I then bunched up the elastic top in front and
pinned the excess material so it would stay up on it's own. I stood
at her bedroom mirror and played with myself though her giant
pink, silk panties.
Then, standing on my tiptoes on the stool back at her
underwear drawer, I frantically started throwing my teenage
daughter's giant nylon panties, bras, and girdles all over the floor
until I found one of her largest, nylon half-slips. The sheer amount
of her undies that I had been throwing on the floor nearly covered
me all the way up to my head. Buried in this silken pile, I then
rubbed the slip's silky softness all over my tiny little body.
Now there are half-slips and there are half-slips. Hers
was so large that when I held it up in front of me it reached from
the top of my head all the way down to the floor. I then stepped
inside and pulled it up over my head until it completely covered
my tiny body from head to toe.
My wife Barbara, could tell that from the sounds and
shaking that was going on inside Cindy's gigantic, half-slip, it was
very apparent that I was continuing to play with myself. And after
a few minutes, she could hear me let out a muffled scream as I
shot a small stream of cum through her daughter's panties; staining
the outside of her giant half-slip.
Having fun in her daughter's silky underthings was one
thing, but cuming in them is quite a different matter. Barbara was
pissed and I was going to pay for it.
Being completely incased in this nylon tent, I couldn't see
anything. This gave her an opportunity to lurch into the room and
pick me up still fully inside her gigantic nylon half-slip.
"Hey!" I screamed as she carried me like a sack of potatoes
over her shoulder. "Put me down this instant."
"Billy," she purred as she carefully laid me on her bed.
"You've been a very bad little baby, what with cumming inside of
our daughter's panties and slip as well as throwing all her pretty
undies all over the place. You've made such a mess, and you will
have to be punished for it"
She put one of her strong hands at the top of the slip and
the other at the bottom. She bunched up the material at both ends
and held me captive in side Cindy's extra-large half-slip.
"Stop your useless squirming," she purred. "Mommy will
let her little baby boy out when she's finished with her punishment.
Gathering up both ends of the large half-slip, she tied both
ends with two of Cindy's hair ribbons and laughed as I squirmed in
vane.
Leaving me inside the giant, silky prison, she took off her
cotton plaid dress and nylon blouse and went, dressed only in her
silkiest, pink panties, matching half-slip, and bra, to her bathroom.
By then I was crying as I tried in vane to escape. Inside the
bathroom, she raised up her slip, pulled her panties down over her
knees, and sat down on the toilet.
"Please let me out," I cried. All I heard in return was the
gushing sound of gallons of pee splashing in the toilet.
She only laughed as she sat there and watched her little
baby boy squirm.
CHAPTER 4: DADDY MUST BE PUNISHED
After what seemed like many hours, Barbara came back
into her bedroom and untied one of the ends of Cindy's gigantic
half-slip that I had been held prisoner in. I was afraid to come out
of my silken prison, so Barbara just picked up the tied end and
shook me out. Still wearing Cindy's size 62 nylon panties, I lay in
a ball on Barbara's bed looking up at my mammoth wife as she
stared down at me.
She reached down and easily pick me up in her arms. She
carried me into the bathroom and set me on her lap. She lifted up
her half-slip to take a piss. She intentionally didn't pull her panties
down this time, so they were soaked with her pungent urine.
"Does my little Billy want to clean the crotch of Mommy's
big panties?" She said as she lifted me off her lap and put me on
the bathroom floor on my knees.
God, I felt so weak and insignificant kneeling in front of
her. Cindy's giant panties that I was wearing were hanging way
down in front of me; almost touching the floor. She spread her
powerful legs further apart as I crawled closer to her.
"Now stick your head up inside Mommy's half-slip and
lick the urine off my panties", she commanded.
Shaking all over, I obeyed. First my head disappeared
inside her slip; then my shoulders; and finally, all that could be
seen was my tiny, panty clad butt sticking out from inside of her
slip.
"Now Billy, I want you to clean every bit of urine off
Mommy's crotch or Mommy crush your puny head and chest
between her massive thighs," she yelled as she garbed the back of
my head from outside her half-slip and slammed it up against her
soaking crotch. My lips were sucking on the crotch of her wet
panties. My lips were licking the length of her crotch.
"Swallow all my pee, you little bastard. Suck my panties
harder.... LICK MY CROTCH!"
As my open mouth was pressed against her soaking wet
crotch, she started to pee again. She flooded my mouth with what
seemed like gallons of warm, pungent, urine. I started to choke,
but she held my head tightly against her silken crotch and made
me drink more and more of her 'golden shower'. Closing her
mighty thighs together, she crushed my head and chest until I
passed out; my mouth glued against her panty's soaked crotch. My
punishment was over.... I thought.
CHAPTER 5: THE DOCTOR
I had some trepidation as I opened the outer door to Doctor
Jones' office. After catching me in our daughter, Cindy's, bedroom
wearing her panties and slips, Barbara decided that I needed some
help from a special doctor that she had heard worked miracles on
men with my problem.
Sitting at the end of the room at a tall, oak, secretary's desk
was this wonderful looking women dressed in a nurses uniform.
Just to her side was this 15 foot door with the word "PRIVATE"
written on it. I walked up to the desk and informed the nurse that I
had an appointment with Dr. Jones.
"Just a second, Mr. Johnson," she said as she looked
through here appointment book. "Oh, here you are. You're right on
time. You can go in now."
I walked up to the door and was surprised to find that the
door knob was so high that I couldn't reach it. The sexy looking
nurse laughed as I stood on my tip-toes; but still it was out of my
reach.
"Is there something the matter?" she said as she swung her
chair around so that two of the longest legs I had ever seen were
pointing up at me. Her legs weren't crossed, so for a brief instant, I
could get a peak up her dress to her powder blue panties, framed
by a matching blue, nylon, slip.
"Here, let me do it for you," she said as she stood up from
her desk.
Higher and higher she stood. My God this woman was big!
She must have been over 6'11" tall and weighed at least 250
pounds. She walked over to me and gently pushed me aside.
Standing beside her I felt like a little boy; she literally towered
over me. This amazon that I was looking up at was not just a
nurse...but she was the nurse, the type that every adolescent boy
has ever had a wet-dream about--and here she was, towering over
7" taller than me and at least 45 pounds heavier than me!
My mouth dropped open as I stared up at this Amazon.
"If you think I'm big, wait till you see Dr. Jones," the nurse
said as she easily opened the giant door.
" Now give me your hand little one, I mean Mr.
Johnson," she said as she reached down and took my tiny hand in
hers. I felt like a little boy being taken to school by his mother as I
looked up at this marvelous woman standing beside me. The giant
nurse led me through the door and into a darkened room.
"Doctor Jones, Mr. Johnson is here to see you," the nurse
said as she let go of my hand, kissed me tenderly on the top of my
head, and closed the giant door behind her.
"Come over here little one," this wonderfully salutary
voice echoed from the far side of the room.
I started to shake, as I approached the most gigantic, sexy,
black, woman I had ever seen. She was seated on a large chair
with her legs crossed, dressed in only a bra, half-slip and panties.
As I got closer, I realized just how large she was. The nurse was
right, Doctor Jones was a true Giantess. She was much bigger than
the nurse. I wasn't sure, but I would have guessed that standing
Doctor Jones would have been at least 7'7" tall and must have
weighed in excess of 375 pounds. Even seated, she was over 6'6"
tall; I had to look up to gaze into her face. I was so astounded that
I backed up in awe. She was fantastic. Each of her giant black
thighs were clearly visible through her white, nylon, half-slip and
her thumb sized, black nipples thrust out against her gigantic 50FF
brassiere; a brassiere who's cups were each bigger than my head.
This Negro, giantess' bulging calves were more than twice the size
of my skinny thighs and each of her giant thighs were much
bigger than my waist.
"So it says here that my little patient has a fetish for
looking up little-girl's dresses and slips. It also says that your wife
caught you dressed in your daughter's panties, brassiere and slip,"
she said as she put down a folder containing my records.
"Well, does my little baby boy just like looking up little-
girls dresses and slips or would he want to look up a BIG GIRL'S
slip?" asked this Amazonic woman that was seated in front of me.
Before I could respond, she started spreading her crossed
leg wider apart so her right ankle was now resting on her left
thigh. Sitting like this, her mammoth legs were spread so wide
apart that I had a perfect view up her silky half-slip; all the way up
to the crotch of her large, white, nylon panties. Her mammoth
black thighs framed the most beautiful panties that I had ever
seen. They were easily the largest and sexist pair of panties that I
had ever laid my eyes on. I was transfixed by there silky
loveliness. What I wouldn't give to touch them; to kiss their
mammoth crotch and to put them on my tiny body. I figured that
they were easily twice the size of my daughter Cindy's extra-large
panties. The more I stared at her beautiful panties, the more my
penis grew. I hoped she couldn't tell.
"Well, well, it looks like little Billy's not just a lover of
little-girl's panties," she said as she slid her nylon, clad, calf back
and forth on her giant, black, thigh. "It seems that my "little baby"
is getting very excited looking at mine too."
She slowly uncrossed her large legs and spread them
even further apart. The strong, white, nylon, of her half-slip was as
taut as a trampoline and her silky panties were straining against her
gigantic, black, hairy cunt.
"Why Billy, you're shaking, " She exclaimed as she
watched me continuing to stare up her open half-slip. "Haven't
you ever seen a woman's panties before? I mean a real woman, a
woman who's panties are easily more than twice as big as any
you've probably ever seen!"
"Now don't to excited, little one," she said. "You should
know that it's not nice to look up a woman's slip. " Her mammoth
thighs were stretching her silky half-slip almost to the tearing
point. She was scolding me like a mother would scold her naughty
little child.
"Now Billy, to get started, I want you to take off your
clothes and come over here and sit up on my lap so we can discuss
your little problem."
Finally taking my eyes off her panties and looking up into
her eyes, I obeyed her request. Slowly I took off my pants, shoes
and shirt, and walked up and stood in front of her dressed only in
my white, cotton, briefs.
"Now, now, baby," she said with her hands on her silken
hips, "Doctor said she wants you to take off all of your clothes.
Now get your ugly, little, cotton 'panties' off and climb up here on
Doctor's lap right now or Doctor might have to give her naughty
little baby boy a spanking! Now 'baby' wouldn't want that now
would he?"
My hands were shaking as I reluctantly removed my
underwear. First one skinny leg, then the other. Finally I'm
standing completely nude in front of this Giant, Black, Amazon; my
little undies at my feet. I felt so weak and puny compared to her.
Even seated, she towered over me. Her presence was dominating;
she could easily squeeze the life out of me with just her massive
calves.
"Now, little one, grab on to Doctor's slip and climb up,"
She said as she pulled her half-slip as tight as the silky material
will bare.
The material of her slip was so tight and slippery and her
mammoth legs were so large, that it was impossible for me to get
up on her lap. Several times I tried and each time I slipped off of
her half-slip and fell on the floor. She was just to big a woman for
me to climb up on without help.
"I sorry, but I can't get up on your lap," I said. "Could you
please help me?"
I felt just like a little boy as I stood looking up into her
eyes. I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I fought
hard to hold back the tears--but, despite my efforts, I felt a single
droplet flow out of the corner of my eye. A tear rolled down my
cheek, and as it did, I started to cry like a baby. I had never felt so
weak and helpless in my life.
"Please...don't cry...little one...Mommy didn't mean to hurt
your feelings..." she said softly as she held me close to one of her
giant legs with one hand while she picked up the hem of her silky,
half-slip and wiped away my tears with the other. "Let me help
you up on Mommy's lap."
She tenderly picked me up, set me on her nylon covered
lap, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me to her huge,
giant bosom. Her gigantic brassiere engulfed almost my entire
body, sinking me deep into the valley of her soft, warm cleavage.
She clasped one hand over the back of my head, and started gently
rocking me in the cradle of her enormous silky brassiere.
"It's okay...it's okay...I'm here for you..." she cooed. I
couldn't hold back any longer; I burst into tears, sobbing heavily
against her huge, soft bosom.
After my crying subsided, she re-positioned me so that I
was sitting in the center of her taut half-slip with my back toward
her. My tiny body was completely suspended in the center of her
slip with my legs hanging down over the front between her legs.
The strong nylon material of her slip easily supported my entire
body.
"I'm sorry I made baby cry. Here let me give baby a ride
on Mommy's slip," she said she moved her strong legs in and out.
This caused me to bounce on her taught half-slip like a baby on a
silken trampoline. As she bounced me higher and higher on her
lap, she could tell that I was enjoying the feeling of my little penis
hitting her silky half-slip each time I made contact. She could see
it is getting harder than before. Now my little penis had grown to
a full 3 inches long.
"Does my little baby like bouncing on his Mommy's lap?"
She asked as she continued bouncing me in the air."
"Now, little one," she said as she stopped bouncing me up
and down and started to rub my penis between her thumb and first
finger. "Lets talk about why you came in to see me. In most cases,
I've discovered that 'tiny' men with your fetish, started with their
mothers when they were little boys."
She turned me back to the side again so that both of my
little, skinny, legs were now hanging over her mammoth, silk-
clad, left thigh. She could tell that I loved sitting high up on her
half-slip. I looked up into her beautiful eyes as my tiny hands
kneaded one of her giant cups of her 50FF, nylon brassiere.
"Does my little Billy love and trust his big Doctor now?"
she asked as she held me tightly to her massive brassiere. I
acknowledged her by sucking on one of her giant, black, nipples
through the silky material of her beautiful, strong, brassiere. My
eyes were cast lovingly up into her face.
"Now I want you to just sit on my lap and listen as we talk
about when you were a little boy and about your mother. Don't be
afraid. I won't hurt you. Just pretend that I'm your mother; not
your Doctor. OK?"
" Yes Mommy," I said as my tiny hands continued to
squeeze one of her mammoth, silky, brassiere cups. "Can I keep
sucking your nipple?"
"Of course, little baby," she cooed as she played with my
little penis.
Her giant brassiere cup was so big around that my hands
were lost in the silky, white material. My mouth was dwarfed by
her silken nipple.
"Now Billy, I'll bet that when you were a little boy you
used to look up your Mother's dress and slip any chance you got,"
she said as I continued to suck on her giant brassiere. "Is that
correct?" I nodded yes.
"And I'll bet that she would cross her legs like I did so you
could get a good view of her silky crotch. And I'm sure that it
would turn her on to see you looking up her dress. Am I right
little one?" she asked as I sucked on her nipple.
Now for me to help you," the amazon doctor said. "It's
very important that you tell me everything that happened between
you and your mother when you were her little boy."
Sitting high on her nylon clad lap and holding on to her
mammoth brassiere cup with both of my tiny hands, I released my
mouth from her silky, nipple. I looked up into her strong dark
eyes, and started to tell her my story.