Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2018 15:11:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Craig Brown <craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Substitute

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PROLOGUE... I came home with dad from the cemetery, mum now safely on her
way to heaven. Not able to cope with how I was beginning to feel, I went
off upstairs to my room, but stopped outside my parent's bedroom praying
I'd catch a glimpse of my mum, but the room's emptiness dashed any last
hope. So instead of going to my room, I went inside their bedroom and sat
on the chair in front of the makeup table mum use to always sit at when she
was getting dressed. I then began picking up and putting back down each
item on it one after the other, trying to understand everything that had
happened today, losing track of time as I began to do what mum always
allowed me to.


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Substitute.
By Pepperpuppy

"Well, well, well, what have we here?  Is it I've just found the lovely
little princess I never knew I had" dad gently said, as I jumped out my
skin hearing his voice. He didn't seem or sound angry as he walked up to
and behind me, gently placing his hands on my shoulders and slowly sliding
them down the front of one of my mom's old satin baby doll tops I was
wearing, stopping to tweak both of my tiny nipples suddenly making them go
stiff.


The feel of someone's hands (especially since they were my dad's) doing
this to me seemed to push all my buttons, as my little penis went diamond
cutting hard in my satin panty bottoms almost immediately, while my nipples
now felt suddenly so incredibly sensitive as dad gently fondled them. I
leaned back against him and closed my eyes dreamily as I surrendered to his
hand's ministrations and felt something firm push into the back of my neck,
wondering what it might be.


"I understand how much you must miss your mom Craig, I really do, but you
shouldn't be wearing her things like this" he calmly told me as his hands
continued to make my tiny nipples stay hard and becoming more sensitive as
his fingers made the soft slippery fabric seem to slide over my tiny
nipples like a cloth does over glass.


I closed my eyes and leaned the back of my head into the front of his
thighs and sighed, my body squirming as I tried to prolong the feel of his
fingers gently pinching and pulling my nips. Breathing slowly and heavily,
my young brain was sending endorphins screaming around my head, making my
light headed as well as telling it how much pleasure I was feeling.


He slowly slid his left hand downwards over my stomach, the soft slippery
satin making it feel so wonderful as I then felt his hand glide over my
tiny stiffy and begin fondling it through the panty's soft fabric.


"And is this my little princess's stiff clitty that I can feel" he asked
me, his right hand still softly tugging my stiff tiny nips and his left
hand softly fondling my tiny stiffy between my legs. "I think it is" he
told me in a playful voice. "I think this is your stiff little clittie
princess, isn't it honey."


"Would you like your daddy to kiss it for you" he asked me now carefully
lifting my up with his right arm firmly holding me, while his left hand was
gently tugging my panties down off my hips, over my stiff little cock-let.


"Yeth pleath daddy, would you kith my little clittie for me pleath" I
timidly asked while standing on the chair and turning round to face him,
now only seeing the front of his shirt covered chest. I was too young to
understand about sexual urges, even if I knew what they were, but something
in my young mind was directing me to begin unbuttoning his shirt and to
inside under his singlet looking for his daddy nipples.


He helped me by lifting his singlet and shirt up over his head and let them
drop onto the floor, then taking one of my hands and placing it onto his
dad nipples which were a lot bigger than my teensy ones and even had tuffs
of hair partially covering them. "That's it you play with daddy's nips and
make them hard like yours" he suggested. I did and saw the one I was
tweaking start to turn hard and swell out making it even bigger.


I had no idea why but some primitive urge told my brain to place my mouth
on it and as I did, I instinctively started to nurse on it. Somewhere my
mind was telling me that if I did so, I'd get nourishing liquid that mum's
mounds use to give me all the time, when I was a much smaller and younger.


"Oh my" dad exclaimed softly, breathing slightly heavier than he normally
did. "Oh my, is my little princess hungry?" he softly whispered while
continuing to softly tug my little stiffy back and forth and starting to
squirm himself as I nodded my head, not wanting to let go of his swollen
nipple with my mouth for reasons I couldn't understand, just knowing I
needed to keep suckling, like mum used to let me do to her.


I felt rather than saw him carefully ease his lower body away from me, to
undo his trousers and pull them down, before bring his hand up to my head
and gently prying my mouth away from what was now a very swollen deep red
daddy nip covered with my saliva.


"I want you to taste some of daddy's milk first princess, so can you sit
back down in the chair for me" he asked me nervously.


As I did I saw his very stiff penis sticking out away from his body. "Now
princess, daddy's going to let you drink some of his milk like mummy use to
let you, except daddy's milk comes from a different place then mummy's
did. So open your precious mouth princess and begin licking the tip of
daddy's cock a little bit and make sure you slobber over it".


As I did so, dad let out a soft moan "Oh fuck you're do this just like an
angel would" he gently assured me. "Now try taking a little bit of it
inside your mouth for me now" and as I did, found my mouth had trouble
stretching that far. "That's far enough princess I don't want you
choking. Just start suckling like you use to do on mummy's nipples for a
while and I'll do the rest so you can have a drink."


So I began suckling just like I used to do with mommy. After a while I
tasted something sweet like although very watery and soon after was
beginning to hungrily swallow. There wasn't as much as mom use to produce
in her nipples and I started to suckling harder, remembering how doing so
made mummy's milk flow quicker. As I did, I felt my dad place his hand
lightly behind the back of my head while his other hand was tugging the
rest of his cock not in my mouth, and then felt daddy's other hand grip
onto my head gently but firmly.

"Drink it all princess" and I felt warm and thick cream start spurting into
my mouth. "Don't spill any of it" daddy said as I desperately tried to
swallow it, thinking that daddy's milk tasted almost as good as mummy's use
to. And wanting to taste more I begin sucking even harder than before. "Oh
fuck" moaned my daddy "your mouth and tongue are like velvet sweetheart" as
he carefully pulled back just enough to make his pole slip out of my
mouth. "Now lick it clean like you would an ice cream sweetheart" and
happily obeyed. "You're even better than your mummy was at this" he said
smiling thankfully. I smiled back at daddy for the first time that day.

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"Did you ever know princess that your mummy used to tell me all about how
you liked it when she dressed you up?" dad asked me.


"No daddy, mummy alwayth used to tell me it wath our spethial thecret and I
thould never tell anyone about it" I told him. "Mummy thed you might be
angwry with me and I wath never to thay anything about our playtimths to
you". That damned voice impediment had seen me get the stuffing knocked out
of me more times than I could remember and so normally I wouldn't speak
unless spoken to, because my dad hated how I spoke.


"Well princess, I'm not cross with you anymore because I miss mummy as much
as you do. In fact sweetheart I won't mind if you dress up in mummy's old
clothes all the time, as long as you don't go out the front door wearing
them. Mummy even made me promise to her, to help you change into Christie
all the time after she went to heaven, so what do you think of that!" he
asked me with in an excitedly hopeful tone of voice.


"Weally daddy, did mummy weally make you promith to help me turn into
Christheen all the time" I excitedly asked, to have dad nod his head
vigorously while smiling at me.


"She sure did sweetheart. In fact I think we should start tomorrow with a
visit to Uncle Bob", dad said. Dr Bob (or uncle bob) was the family doctor
who was the only other person besides my parents who'd ever seen me naked
or even been allowed to touch me during medical examinations.


The following afternoon, since my school had already been advised I would
be staying at home for the entire week of school after mum's funeral on
Monday, daddy took me to see the doctor, where I was given several nasty
needles along with tablets to take every morning and evening. The two in my
tushy weren't as painful as the two in my arms and Dr Bob told me how brave
I was when I told him they were very painful. Daddy and him then spoke in
private, (about me I guess) and then daddy took me to the shopping centre
to look for things I might be able to wear.


I wasn't allowed to touch anything once we got to the shops daddy told me
while we were driving there, but if I could wait until no one was looking,
then I could point to the clothes I'd like to wear around the house. Daddy
said he'd then find out if they had something small enough to fit me. He
ended up buying several things for me, and we visited several other stores
where he bought other things I never even pointed at, so I guess they were
for him.


Once we were home again, daddy went with me to my room to collect all my
Christine clothes and take them in and hang them up in his and mummy's
closet and all my undies and slips in mummy's linen drawers. I then got
changed into all the new clothes daddy for size that he'd bought for me
while he looked closely at me. They all were much smaller than mummy's
things and really seemed to fit me well. When daddy asked if a really nice
red coloured satin pyjama set fitted me I happily told him "they're
perfecth daddy, and they're so soft on me" and raced over to leap into his
arms while he was sitting on the bed and asked him "am I asth pretty asth
mummy in theeth clothes daddy" to have him kiss me on the forehead and tell
me I was.


We then spent the rest of the day with daddy giving me some of his milk and
he even stuck his finger in my poopy hole one time while I was nursing on
his daddy nipples, that made me all squirmy and wriggly nice inside. After
he cooked tea and we'd eaten, we went and sat in the lounge room where
daddy told me that from now he wanted me to be Christine all the time
inside the house and he'd also teach me mummy things so I could grow up to
be just like her. He told me that if the medicines Uncle Bob had given me
worked out OK, I'd even start to grow mounds like mummy had and he wanted
me to grow my hair longer and wear girl's clothes wear makeup too. If I
behaved myself, he said he'd see if he could find a school where
Christine's went to instead of yucky old Craig's new school which I'd have
to go to starting next week.


He told me that from now on I was to sleep with daddy every night in his
bed and wear mummy's pretty night gowns or my own sometimes, and he was
going to teach me how to be the best Christine I could possibly be and with
luck I might even get to play mummy sometimes with him. I hugged him so
tightly and promised to be as good as possible.


After watching some TV together with daddy playing with my boy nipples and
clitty we went upstairs to bed, where daddy was able to give me some more
of his daddy milk several times, although he had to take a little blue
tablet once to do so. But his milk that time was really thick and there was
lots of it for me to swallow. That milk had daddy trying to drink my
Christine's milk from my pee pee while I drank his daddy's milk and he also
slid a finger up my poopy and wriggled it around inside while moving it up
and down inside me too. "Oh yeth daddy, keep doing that to me pleeth, it
feelth tho niceth, oh daddy' do it farsther pleath daddy farsther" and I
was moving my poopy hole up and down on his finger as fast as I could.


"Oh god yes Christine honey swallow daddy's milk for him sweetheart" daddy
cried out and his yummy warm and creamy daddy's milk was filling my mouth
and making me swallow it eagerly until he seemed to collapse lying beside
me, his finger still in my poopy hole and breathing heavily and
quickly. Still panting he told me I should go and wipe my poopy hole and
put on a pair of mummy's panties when I came back to bed.

I went out to the private bathroom, my mind telling me how good I felt just
then and I actually wanted daddy to continue doing what he'd just been
doing to me. I walked back in to have daddy hand me a pretty lavender pair
of mummy's panties to put on, while he went to the bathroom and came back
naked but smelling really nice around his face. We both got into bed with
daddy snuggling up against my back and starting to play with my nipples
again.


"Honey, part of being a mummy is to keep daddy happy and your mummy always
liked to sleep in what we always did together in bed, that she called the
wet patch. But sometimes mummy didn't feel so well and wouldn't want to
sleep in the wet patch, usually because she might be bleeding between her
legs, which mummy's do, although you won't have to worry about bleeding
honey. The wet patch is caused by mummy and daddy having fun. And you know
what princess," daddy asked me excitedly "you've been so good tonight, that
I'm going to let you enjoy what mummy used to like and you can sleep in
your very first wet patch. What do you think of that honey" he asked me
hopefully.


I turned round beside and quickly started covering his face in kisses,
"oooh thank you daddy I want to be like mummy and thleep in my very own
weth patcth too" as my hand brush against his enormous stiff cock. Daddy
hugged me and said I should turn back around on my side facing the other
way and let him snuggle up against me again. I hurriedly did and felt my
daddy's stiff cock being pushed across and between my poopy hole outside my
satin panties and between my thighs, till I felt his entire body snuggled
up against my back.


He then placed his right arm over my chest and felt for my left nipple and
started gently pinching it, quickly sending it stiff. At the same time he
started thrusting back and forth with his hips, his stiff cock firmly
pressed against and over my panty covered poopy hole "Just relax honey and
let daddy make you your wet patch" he told me. In actual fact the feeling
of my stiff nipple being pinched and pulled along with the feel of daddy's
stiff cock sliding ever faster across my satin panty covered poopy hole's
cheeks was extremely exciting and was definitely getting me excited, just
like before when I was drinking daddy's milk.


"Oooh yeth daddy, that feelth tho nice, do it farther pleeth daddy farther
to me, pleeetthhh" and I started to rock back and forth the feeling of
daddy's stiffy sliding over my panties between my poopy hole's cheeks was
exciting me. "Oooh daddy thweeze my nipples more for me daddy pleeth" and I
felt daddy's thrusting getting even quicker and rougher as he started
panting loudly while shoving his left hand under me and begin rubbing the
front of my panties before holding onto my pee pee and roughly tugging it
up and down. The feel of his frantic thrusting between my panty covered
thighs and his hot breath on the back of my neck while my nipple and pee
pee were being twisted and tugged, soon had me deliriously panting and
begging him not to stop, then I suddenly screamed and it felt as if I had
peed myself but at the same time felt incredibly good as I stopped suddenly
still panting loudly, scared I had accidently wet myself, but in fact I was
only old enough to dry cum and not knowing that, only knew I was relieved I
hadn't accidently wet myself.


A few moments later I felt my daddy slide his stiffy up against my panty
covered poopy and push firmly against the fabric there, then a warm
dampness started to spread across the entire crotch of my panties soaking
them along with both at the back and the front of them, as well as my inner
thigh flesh and the tops of my legs. "Oh god yes honey, I'm cuming for you
sweetie" he loudly gasped trying even harder to press his still thick
stiffy through the fabric covering my poopy hole. "Oh that's it honey, let
daddy give you a wet patch in your panties and on the sheets for you to
enjoy sleeping with.


As he rolled away he then raised himself on one elbow and proceeded to slip
a finger inside the leg of my panties where he proceeded to start pushing
some of his creamy milk up my poop hole. He seemed very pleased with
himself. "Well my little princess, you're going to have a lovely big wet
patch to sleep in tonight along with wearing your soggy panties as well" as
his finger continued to glide in and out of my poop hole. He was also
revolving his finger around inside it in ever increasing circles. "Princess
you need to make sure you lick daddy's milk from him like mummy used to do"
and I quickly turned around and started to suck on his cock, eager to be as
good as mummy was for him, my soggy panties now starting to feel cooler on
my pee pee and nut sack as well as between my legs and the bottom of my
stomach and where the back of my panties ended. I then watched him take a
small dab between two fingers from off of the bedsheets and wipe them over
each of my face cheeks and under my eyelids, saying "you look just like
mummy now Princess."


I fell asleep with daddy pressed hard up against my back and one of his
hands over my nipples. I got woken up during the night by daddy doing the
same thing to me as before an I hoping silently that this time the fabric
over my poop hole would tear as dad firmly pushed down to again soak my
panties and the bed sheet under me. He then again slid his finger in and
out of my poop hole before I heard a strange humming sound and felt the leg
of my panties being lifted up and something soft and vibrating slipping
into and out of my poop hole, feeling very comforting to me as I began
rocking back and forth.


"That'll do for tonight princess" daddy told me and the vibrating thingo
noise seemed to stop as did the slight pressure of my poopy being opened
wider, before I felt my side of the bed lift slightly as dad rolled over
the other way and placed something inside the bedside drawer on his side
"wet dreams princess" he said and minutes later I heard daddy snoring.


The following morning I woke up to find my panties stuck my skin everywhere
around my bottom, my nut sack and my clitty. Dad was already awake and
looking at me with a huge grin as I discovered the my stuck panties and he
simply took me and hugged me tightly whispering I was wonderful last might
and mummy would have been so proud of me, before getting out of bed and
going to get showered.


I tried making the bed and saw a dark shapeless outline on the bottom sheet
that I quickly thought must have been the wet patch I'd proudly slept in. I
came close and sniffed and smelt daddy's milk so I knew I'd thought
correctly. When daddy came back in naked but dry, his huge cock was erect
and sticking out from his body, swaying with each step. I was just finished
replacing the bottom sheet with a clean one and still naked, daddy helped
me tuck in the sides and help me put the top sheet and blankets back on the
bed.


He then told me that mummy always use to make sure he was happy and asking
me to go over and sit in the makeup chair like yesterday, proceeded to show
me how to keep him happy as he filled my tummy with lots of his daddy's
milk for breakfast. He then suggested I have a shower and after that he'd
begin to show me how to become mummy for real. I must have set a new
world's record for getting showered and dried.


I came back into the bedroom to have daddy tell me I should drop the towel
and from now on I should only walk around the house dressed as Christine or
else naked, while daddy would always be naked so if his stiff cock was
showing, I'd know what to do about it. "But I want to have a choice of
where to leave my milk Christine, so it's time to start training you to be
Christie so mummy can be proud of her". He proceeded to show my one of the
things he'd bought yesterday, telling me I should put them on. They were a
pair of black coloured panties but made of stiff rubber. Dad also suggested
I suck and slobber a bit on this and handed me something hard shaped a
little bit like his cock.


After I sucked on it for several minutes and followed his instructing by
leaving a gob of spit on the tip I handed it back to him and saw him screw
it into the bottom of the rubber panties I had on and he'd pulled back down
to round my knees to screw it on. He then instructed me to pull them back
up and once I had them up around the tops of my legs he slid his hand in
between my leg and panties and I felt my poopy hole being forced open as
dad roughly pulled them up much further than I would have, before clipping
them on both sides to a set of braces so they would fall down.


"Hope you're not to uncomfortable Christie" dad asked me "because from now
on, every morning you'll have a bigger dildo inserted inside you, till your
little anal muscles break so then you can have daddy's cock in you all the
time sweetheart," he happily told me as he showed me a box full of those
dildo things all increasing in thickness with the last one, seemingly a
thick as my wrist. The space where the thinnest one would have been was
empty and inside me, although to an eight year old like me it seemed as
thick as a baseball bat as my stretched poopy hole could attest too.


Daddy then told me to get dressed in something pretty that covered my
harness (as he called it) and said we should start doing exercises to stay
fit. I felt a sudden pleasant vibrating inside me and dad smiled telling me
I'd find it a lot easier now and suddenly the vibrations became more
intense then just as suddenly would fade back to almost mothing. Daddy
asked me which I'd prefer the power setting which he again showed me and
the intense heavy vibrations although noisy were particularly satisfying,
before showing me less powerful settings.


"I'm not thor whith oneths are beth daddy." He suggested I do what he does
and proceed to do a wide legged squat, telling me to try it. As I attempted
to he turned a small remote he was holding and I began to feel the relaxing
vibration sensations sending tingling messages round my nut sack and all
the way to the tip of my now stiff clitty. I groaned loudly while in the
bottom of my squat, the baseball bat inside me now seemed to be emitting
pleasure instead of the pain when daddy he first put it inside me. Seeing
the look of pleasure I was feeling, daddy said hold that position for a
moment Christie and proceed to turn the remote setting up substantially,
making me start to squirm and wriggle because of the intense sensations in
my nuts. I wanted to feel whatever was inside of me go deeper and simply
dropped sitting onto the bedroom floor and with it, the intense throbbing
thing was pushed as far inside of me as it could go as I struggled to get
to my knees and crawl over to daddy and begin sucking his stiffy cock as
far into my mouth as I could stretch my mouth.


Daddy quickly pulled my head away and laughingly told me to slow down I had
at least a month before I'd be expected to dep throat him, which I had no
idea what he was talking about as the intense powerful vibrations were
making me worried I'd pee myself for real this time.


By the end of the day I had graduated to the 4th smallest size, three days
ahead of schedule. I also found that daddy liked me wearing nighties over
the harness and not actual clothes for wearing outside. My tiny nipples
seemed to be permanently hard and were extra sensitive to daddy's
fingers. By Friday I was taking twice the normal quantity of female hormone
tablets with each meal and I was sitting on the training dildo meant for
day 9 and today was only day 4! Daddy needed to take 3 blue pills a day
just to keep my tummy full and I discovered what a facial and pearl
necklace was, proudly wearing them as daddy took photos of me.


On the Saturday wearing a day 10 thickness dildo up my poopy hole and
wearing a girl's blouse and a pair of mummy's smallest sandals with the
rubber harnessed shorts dad took me several towns away to an infamous
tattoo and piercing shop, where I had my nipples pierced and quite heavy
metal hoops placed through each one, then had my left poopy hole cheek
tattooed with the words "Property of D Ekkers" and the other cheek tattooed
with the words "For Daddy's Pleasure Only" although daddy let the man lick
my poopy hole after first allowing the man to pull the dildo out from
inside it. His wife and partner looked on excitedly lifting her skirt up
and pulling down her underwear as she frigged herself while I was tattooed
and joined her husband in tonguing my poppy hole that had me moaning before
dad placed his cock inside my mouth for me to eventually drink his daddy's
milk, before making me do the same for the tattoo guy, who was a lot
smaller than daddy and so was able to force my mouth over his entire cock
and just far enough down my throat to make me choke as he ejaculated down
my throat.


When I got dressed to leave with daddy, I could feel the heavy weight of
the hoops pulling my nipples down, while I had to be careful sitting up
infront with daddy as my tattoos were still sore. I also had two love bites
high up on my inside thighs from the owners wife, who offered daddy free
piercings in exchange for filming me being pierced if he wanted it done
again, while reminding me to always remember my tattoos words in case I
ever felt the need to think about other men. That night daddy made sure he
left his own mark on my inner thighs although this time more tenderly as
well as those on my tiny chest.


I nervously went back to my new school, where the teachers were already
informed both of the recent loss of my mother as well as my speech
impediment. The school principal was particularly kind to me after quietly
discovering my pierced nipples, when I triggered the metal detector the
first day and the security people were under orders to report students such
as myself to him. The kindness came after my dad spoke in his office at
school with the principal, showing him my tattoos as well. Soon I was
happily enjoying his daddy milk aside from my own daddy's. I was also
excused from any exercise or sports classes, which my daddy rewarded him
for by having the back of my tongue pierced and a small tongue ball placed
there which he often enjoyed while tugging on either of my nipple rings.


My new school principal (Mr Downing) was also able to help daddy with an
extremely helpful doctor, who happily prescribed more powerful oestrogen
tablets and injections. Dr Marcus seemed exceptionally determined to ensure
my body was not only able to cope with the increased medication, but also
made sure that my now well stretched poopy hole could with very little
stimulation, self-lubricate itself all inside of three months of his first
seeing me. By then I was a pariah at school since I was too shy to speak to
anyone in the playground and because of my frequent absences to the
principal's office without any punishment to show for it, every student
thought I was a snitch.


By mid-year, daddy took me out of school and was home schooling me
himself. My lessons mainly consisted of learning to be more flexible when I
was bound up and bent over, or learning not to bite down on daddy's cock
when he slapped my butt. Both subjects were important he kept reminding me.


When I was comfortable walking around with the thickest dildo jammed in me,
daddy told me one evening that it was time for me to become mummy to him
completely. That night I dressed in her sexiest nightie and daddy took away
my innocence forever as I learned what daddy use to do to mummy alone in
bed. With the help of several little blue tablets, daddy fucked my poopy
hole for almost the entire night so the wet patch I slept in was
particularly large and gooey. It had always been daddy's rule that I could
never have any lubricant other than his milk or saliva in my poopy hole,
and our first night together as mummy and daddy saw my limping in the
morning to sore to be able to walk properly.


Daddy decided to take me shopping again, but this time for bras able to
cradle my slowly budding mounds. The female shop assistant (Miss Jane) was
extremely helpful fitting me, taking care to make sure my nipple piercings
didn't snag on the fabric of the bras she selected or on her tongue and
teeth either. She almost flipped when she heard me thank her and my voice
impediment made me sound so cute and innocent she assured my daddy as he
looked on. Daddy thought so too later on at home when he fucked her up the
arse while I suckled on her breasts, my tongue ball making her even more
sensitive around the nipples.


After that the next day saw him taking me back to Dr Marcus, who arranged
for me to receive injections to help me lactate, even though I was only
nine and a half years old and had pierced nipples. I also got an injection
in my tushy again, this time to help my poppy hole lubricate itself more
easily. He seemed entranced at my gaping poopy hole, informing daddy that
it was almost an inch and half wide, which daddy said wasn't nearly enough
as he showed Dr Marcus his thick erect cock which Dr Marcus measure at just
under four inches thick and almost nine inches in length.


He also arranged for a purpose built harness that several weeks later saw
daddy being shown how to fit it along with strict instructions to use the
supplied industrial lubricant, ignoring my daddy words about only wanting
me to use his sperm or saliva to lubricate me. The two thickness sized
attachment inside the harness was hopelessly too large for me otherwise and
Dr Marcus showed dad why as he fitted the harness to me and made daddy look
on and learn.


After paging the nurse outside to ask the patients waiting there to leave
and come back in an hour, along with herself, Dr Marcus put the supplied
lubricant over the attachment and tried to fit the harness to me. After
several painful screams from me and telling him it was too thick, he went
and injected me with several local anaesthetic jabs. THAT took away any
feeling around my thighs and with daddy's enthusiastic assistance managed
to impale me on the harness, which I almost couldn't walk with inside me.


Dr Marcus assured daddy that this harness would definitely snap all the
muscles supporting my poopy hole and the new gape would be almost four
inches which he promised my dad would never close up more than a quarter of
an inch as my tendons would be too stretched to operate. He also said it
should only take about 24 hours to happen and my injections would be good
for a couple of days anyway. Daddy had me thank Dr Marcus as per usual
although this time Dr Marcus enjoyed my tongue ball much more than before
and anyway he always tasted so yummy.


He then assisted dad to help me waddle to the car parked outside, the
harness covered by my skirt although it felt like I must have had a
watermelon stuffed up my poopy by the way I waddled. Stepping up to get
into the front of daddy's pickup didn't help or when I was finally seated
and belted in. The injections meant I couldn't feel anything but I still
remembered the pain from Dr Marcus's attempts before the needles and I was
to mentally scarred from that experience and hoping that whatever it was
that daddy wanted would happen before the needle wore off.


When we got home and the garage door had dropped back down, daddy made sure
I was able to get out of the truck and walked behind me as I struggled up
the staircase to our bedroom, which the involuntary trumpeting out of my
poopy hole made the more difficult because of daddy always telling me it
wasn't ladylike to fart loudly. When we went to bed that night, daddy only
snuggled into my back telling me he wanted me to get my sleep.


The following morning he was very attentive to my every need telling me
that he wanted to go and see Dr Marcus with me again to see if my harness
had done its job for me. I found walking around easier now although the
lack of feeling around my clitty and poopy hole was kind of weird. At the
surgery Dr Marcus needed only to see how I walked to tell my daddy happily
the harness had worked and made daddy film me as he took the harness
off. The attachment was covered in my excrement along with smears of blood
and daddy crowed loudly as he described to me how my "mummy's hole" as he
called it now looked.


Daddy nervously asked when I could have someone and Dr Marcus assured him I
as ready straight away and to go ahead and see for himself. Addy wasted
little time in taking his pants off before I was being position to lean
over the consulting room bed and daddy was very quickly inside of me and
frantically thrusting away, complimenting Dr Marcus for his brilliant help,
while happily telling me I was going to make such a wonderful girl one
day. Dr Marcus had taken his cock out of his pants and was masturbating
while looking on, before daddy said he should lie down on the bed and let
me do the rest.


It was kind of difficult trying to suckle Dr Marcus' cock with daddy's
powerful thrusts constantly making my lose my balance, but I managed
somehow and Dr Marcus's genuine thanks had me smile which daddy mad grow
bigger as he told both of us he was cuming inside his sweetheart now and
with a final hard shove I knew that I was doing what mummy always did for
daddy before she died and I'd be doing from now on.


Dr Marcus offer me a panty napkin, but daddy refused, saying as he handed
me a pair of clean panties "you need to get used to wearing soggy panties
from now on sweetheart" as aloud splat on the floor beneath me told me I'd
better hurry up and put them on quickly. Dr Marcus suggested another
booster to help me start lactating sooner and then walked daddy and me to
daddy's truck helping me up into the front seat and at the same time
pressing his hand into the crotch of the quickly dampening panties under my
skirt, telling me not to sit on anybody's good chairs if daddy had fucked
me the same day.


Daddy made me fondle him all the way home, where almost immediately he had
my soggy panties around my ankles and leaning over the kitchen bench while
he ploughed his thick cock into me again and again until I felt that
enjoyable final hard thrust and him pushed hard up against me, breathing
raggedly and saying I was tight but not too tight and to make sure I didn't
ever wear anything too difficult for daddy not to be able to take off
quickly. He even helped me by pulling up my still soggy panties before I
could leak too much, before suggesting I should go take a shower.


Several days later my first milk droplets appeared, although I'd been
complaining about the pressure in my swollen little boobies since early the
day before. Daddy had quickly driven back to the same tattoo shop and had
my rings taken out of my nipples which were now obscenely huge and stood
out very clearly even with my bra and a top on. His girlfriend was called
over and she carefully felt over my swollen breasts and tweaked my
sensitive nipples "I don't know what you've done to her, but she's almost
ready to be milked she told my smiling daddy who then made me show both of
them my new mummy hole which had the guy clamouring for his camera to take
a number of photographs of my gaping poopy hole and even tonguing it which
had him say he could taste cum, looking at my daddy who nodded
affirmatively it was his.

When I started lactating the following afternoon, daddy was like a dog with
two tales not sure whether he wanted to try and impregnate my mummy hole or
try and drain my breasts. Often enough he did both much to my joyous
satisfaction.


By the time I was twelve years of age, I had brandings over my tattoos,
along with my penis and testicles removed, leaving only an empty nut sack,
because daddy always wanted me to grow up and eventually become a sissy for
some rich guy as there were so many advertisements for girlie boys like me
out there.


Daddy organised for me to receive signed confirmation forms each year
stating I had passed that year's study curriculum from my old school
principal, in exchange for a breast feeding and a blowjob. Dr Marcus kept
my breast flowing full time so well even daddy finally couldn't drain them
entirely of a night in bed.


By then I was wearing a short black maids uniform for answering the door to
visitors and then serving them tea or coffee in daddy's office where he'd
do business. Because my outfit was a specially made one, the bustier
supporting my milk heavy breasts made sure they would sway and wobble when
I walked and I had to be especially careful that they didn't pop out of the
low square cut front, if I bent over too far. That wasn't easy as daddy had
made me practice endlessly so I had to bend over enough to show my satin
panty clad bottom clearly but still not have my breasts fall out.  If the
deal was an important and successful, daddy would allow the person to
suckle milk from a breast while daddy enjoyed the other one along with
him. I'd been told to make sure I fondled the guy's cocks to make them
hard, sometimes even blowing them if daddy said so.


Even though I had a paper saying I was a successful graduate, I hadn't
really had any teaching since I was eight and although I knew how to use a
computer, I was truly at sixteen years of age, as dumb as an ox. This made
me perfect as a sissy boy wife prospect for someone rich out there, with my
overcharged sex drive along with my gaping mummy hole and milk filled
breasts and complete submissiveness and need to make my daddy feel
satisfied.


That was why I was able to earn daddy almost two million dollars when he
sold me to an oil sheik on my seventeenth birthday.

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