Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  A few days ago, I had stopped at our local supercenter and purchased a bunch of large t-shirts and sweatpants, making sure I wore them at home all the time. I think I wanted to wait until I reached my peak weight to show daddy how curvy I had gotten.

  One night at dinner, while I was eating my third helping of rice and beans, daddy kept the conversation casual.

  “You haven’t mentioned work in a while. You still enjoying your job?”

  “Oh, yeah, it’s great. When I’m not dragging ass.”

  I let out a laugh and he just nodded like he understood.

  “It’s just temporary, baby.”

  But was it? I mean, if I won, I would get a contract with this magazine Grand Teetons—known for showcasing plus size models. I would have to stay “fluffy” forever! Or for the length of my contract.

  “Yeah, I know. You can tell I’m gaining weight, right?”

  He looked at me funny, and I could tell he was afraid to answer affirmatively. Most men knew to dodge that kind of trap question.

  “It’s okay. You can say ‘yes.’”

  He chuckled. “I wasn’t hesitating because of that. Honestly, you’ve kept yourself covered up, so it’s hard to tell. But I can see that your face is rounder, fuller, making you more gorgeous than ever.”

  I blushed and smiled. I don’t know why all of a sudden he was being flirty with me, but it was giving me warm fuzzies. Daddy was a handsome man—in his mid-forties with salt and pepper hair and a strong jawline, dark eyes that always seem to pierce right through you, and a body that was long and lean. He wouldn’t stay single for long.

  “Well, as far as work goes, I had to request a larger uniform from my boss. I’m now officially a size ten.”

  “Hey, baby. That’s great!” I could see the excitement in his eyes, and I was excited, too.

  “Yeah. My boss didn’t ask me what was going on, but he did eye me up and down with a “look” when I told him I had put on a few pounds.”

  “If he’s smart, he won’t ask. But I’m not surprised he eyed you up and down.”

  I felt tingles when he said that. “Why?”

  “Because, like I said, you’re gorgeous, and he probably wanted to see just where that additional weight landed.”

  I blushed again, knowing he was referring to my butt that was starting to bubble out. But I didn’t know how to respond to that one.

  Daddy got up from the table and walked to me, planting a soft kiss on my head and brushing his hand across my face. “Keep up the good work, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see the final results.”

  He winked at me, giving me those all-over tingles again. For the first time ever, I felt sexual around my stepdad. It was weird. It was wrong. But it felt so good.

  ***

  Over the next few days, I continued to gain weight at an astronomical rate, but instead of feeling fat or bloated or disgusting, I was actually feeling sexy. Maybe it was because daddy kept reminding me of how beautiful I was. But he still couldn’t see how big I had actually become due to the oversized clothes I wore around the house. The real bonus? My confidence about winning was beginning to soar. I just hoped my stepdad thought I looked as beautiful as ever once he saw the new me.

  I had to admit, it was pretty fun to eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. The pills shot my appetite through the roof and I found that I enjoyed foods like never before.

  Two days before the entry deadline, the lingerie I ordered finally arrived. I had picked out four or five teddies and negligees for no other reason than I wanted to. I had been so aroused and consumed with thoughts of sex that the idea of wearing something slinky and sexy, with the hopes of landing a boyfriend, gave me a rush I’d never had.

  I tore into the box and admired the silky fabrics, the lace, and the bows lining the edges of the material. I ripped off my clothes from work and laid the sexy new outfits neatly on my bed, when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. And honestly, it shocked me.

  I hadn’t really taken the time to examine myself fully, not from the waist down anyways. Over the last few days, when I had put on a bulk of the weight, I had been on the go so much that the mirror was practically invisible to me.

  But now? Wow.

  I. Looked. Hot.

  My hips were wide and my thighs thick, but my waist was still a little slim, giving me a true hourglass figure. And my breasts had been hidden by some jumbo sports bras I grabbed at the supercenter. But now looking at them from a frontal viewpoint, damn. They must have been, I don’t know, E cups? Maybe F or G. I needed to get to a lingerie store and actually try some good bras on. Because I had a feeling I would staying this size for a while, if not forever.

  I stood close to the glass and cupped my enormous breasts, letting my fingers brush over the sensitive buds. They pricked under my flesh, and my pussy throbbed in response. It had been so long since I’d had an orgasm that, suddenly, the desire to masturbate became paramount.

  The lingerie modeling session would have to wait.

  I propped my left leg up on my nightstand and ran my fingers through my slit, feeling the dampness in my folds, the slickness there. My nipples curled up tighter and I felt dizzy with desire. I told myself, just one quick orgasm and I’d be good. Letting my hand run down over my flesh, I felt the softness of my belly, the smooth rolls leading down to my aching pussy.

  My eyes fluttered closed as I pumped a single finger in and out of my channel. My heart began to pump harder, and my respirations increased as I imagined my faceless lover admiring me, all of me. His hands on my hips, my tits, groping my curvy ass.

  Fuck, I needed a man’s touch so desperately.

  I opened my eyes and took in my naked mound, fantasizing about feeling his tongue down there, doing naughty things to me, when I caught a flash of movement, someone standing in the doorway.

  It could only be one person: my stepdaddy.

  Oh my god, was he … spying on me?

  If he was, then he was about to get his big reveal right here, right now. I wasn’t feeling at all self-conscious, for whatever reason. If anything, I was incredibly turned on knowing that my daddy might be stealing a glimpse of his new, curvy, plus-size model stepdaughter.

  I didn’t want him to know that I saw him, so I bent over, ass in his direction, and placed a hand on the corner of the nightstand for balance. I spread my legs and let my head hang down, arched my back, and slipped several more fingers in my tight pussy. When I began rolling my hips in a circular motion and moaning his name, that would either scare him away or draw him near.

  “Ooooh, yeah, daddy … fuck my pussy … mmm, right there…”

  I huffed as I came out and circled my clit nice and slow, bringing my aching bud right to the edge without going over. Pressing up on my tiptoes and feeling my legs tremble forced me to become aware of all the extra padding I had down there. Even the weight of my huge breasts was impossible to ignore.

  Oh fuck, I could feel my pussy leaking, the desire intensifying each time I thrust my pelvis down.

  “Yes, daddy, oh yes,” I groaned.

  And then I felt his hand on my round ass. “Daddy’s right here, baby girl.”

  I feigned shock by gasping and twisting my head in his direction.

  “And I’m going to take care of that pussy, so why don’t you move your hand out of the way.”

  “But … but…” I choked out.

  He gripped my wrist and did it for me, placing my hand on the nightstand and leaving me there arched and dripping. I heard the zip of his pants, the whoosh as they fell to the floor.

  “I had no idea you wanted your daddy to fuck you, baby girl.”

  “It’s … a fantasy I’ve had for a while…”

  He let out a groan as he smoothed his hand over my hips. “I’ve had the same fantasy. And now that you have the kind of curves to bring a grown man to his knees, I’m about to make the fantasy a reality.”

  He sank several fingers in my channel and massaged my walls, near
ly bringing me to my knees.

  “Ah, shit. You’re nice and ready for me. Good.”

  “I’ve been ready.”

  Strong hands cupped my enormous breasts as he speared me with his cock, and all the air escaped my lungs in a rushed exhale as he began pounding me from behind.

  “Ohhh, great goddamn, you’re so tight,” he growled.

  His fingers pressed into my flesh as it moved in waves over my frame, a sexy reminder of the feminine weight I had put on, making me look fertile and ready. Good thing I was.

  The desire built, and a tight ball formed in my gut as his dick rubbed all the right spots. I huffed as I came around his thick member. He drove himself deep and rammed me good several times with so much force his sack slapped against my hard pearl, making me tremble.

  “Good cum, baby?”

  “Uh-huh,” I purred.

  “Good. Now daddy wants a frontal view of his perfect model daughter.”

  He pulled out of me and spun me around, running his eyes up and down every inch of my body as he held onto my arms.

  “Like what you see?”

  “More than I can say. Which is why I plan to show you.”

  After sitting on the edge of my bed, he pulled me to him and treated my body like a work of art that he had to touch, starting with my legs. He grazed his fingers up the outside of my thighs, then trailed them over my belly. His hands formed a cup as he hefted my tits up and gave them a gentle squeeze. Callused thumbs brushed over my buds, forcing them to pucker.

  “You were always gorgeous, baby girl. But now? I don’t think I can keep my eyes or my hands off you for any length of time.”

  His cock was pointed at the ceiling, and it twitched as he toyed with my nipples. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

  I didn’t think it was, but I loved the way he was talking to me so much, I didn’t want it to stop.

  “Fuck no, it’s not too much. There’s no such thing as too much.”

  I giggled, but the laughter quickly faded to a moan when one hand cupped my pussy.

  “I get the feeling you like it as much as I do.” The way his eyes angled up at me and looked at me with so much lust, I felt as though I could come undone.

  “I do. It’s crazy, but I’ve never felt sexier.”

  “That’s because you are.”

  I licked my lips before asking the question I was dying to know the answer to. “Did you do this on purpose, daddy? Did you want me to have all these curves?”

  His mouth lifted in a smirk, and he tweaked my buds, sending tingles down my flesh. “Maybe I did. Does that make your old man a dirty old man?”

  I glanced at his hard cock, watching a droplet of clear fluid ooze from his slit. “If it does, then it makes us both dirty.”

  At that moment, he slipped his fingers inside my cunt, keeping his gaze focused on me as he pumped them in and out.

  “Well, this dirty old man wants to see the look on your face as you cum. So give me another orgasm, baby, and I’ll lick away all your juices.”

  I moaned as his thumb began to circle my clit. His free hand went behind me, planted on the cheek of my ass and gripping me with brute force. My legs buckled as he worked me over, lighting every nerve cell in my body on fire. I threw my arms on his shoulders as my thighs trembled violently, and I came as a sea of colors blinded my vision.

  “Daddy!” I cried out, shaking uncontrollably through my orgasm.

  He moaned, keeping his fingers on the task at hand for several minutes as I shook and vocalized my pleasure.

  “That’s my girl,” he grumbled.

  I couldn’t believe how intense it all was. It had to be the combination of the taboo nature of it all and how neglected I had felt over the last few days.

  “Look at how hard you’ve made me.” Daddy removed his hand from my pussy and used it to stroke his length. I stared at him through bleary eyes, my heart still pounding and my breath ragged.

  “What should we do about it?”

  “We should sixty-nine it out.”

  After swiveling his body around and lying down, I crawled on top of him, feeling his hands grab my ass as my tits pressed into his hard, smooth chest. “I’ve never sixty-nined before. Will you show me?”

  “Gladly, my gorgeous baby.” The head of his cock teased at my opening, and I wanted to slide my cunt down on it. But I knew there would be plenty of time for that later.

  Daddy quickly rolled me over, pinning my arms to the pillow beneath my head. He looked me over with hunger in his eyes, and I did the same, admiring his strong biceps and smooth chest. I liked not knowing what he was going to do next.

  He went between my legs and slathered his tongue between my slit, causing me to buck my hips with pleasure.

  “Mm, hold that thought, baby girl.”

  The next thing I knew, he was moving up the bed like a predator, tossing a leg over my head to allow his rigid cock to dangle in front of my lips. Hands spread my legs apart as I gripped the base of his length and craned my head to take him in.

  It wasn’t easy, but when daddy scooted back a little, I was able to take him in, all the way to the root. He released a low rumble from deep in his chest before pumping his hips. And when his tongue met my clit with soft strokes, I mewed, even though he was buried nearly balls deep in my mouth.

  He lapped quickly at my swollen bump as he fucked my mouth, and thick pre-cum coated my tongue as I sucked him, making me anxious to taste his seed. I was no virgin, and I had certainly sucked off a few guys, but never had I ever wanted them to cum in my mouth.

  But something about the chemistry between us and my libido, combined with the way he seemed to worship my body and take delight in bringing me to multiple orgasms, made me want to drink him down like honey and keep a part of him with me forever. Plus, I’d heard how good it feels when a man is allowed to empty inside your mouth. It heightens their pleasure, so why would I want to strip daddy of any pleasure when he’d already brought me so much?

  I swirled my tongue over his head, holding onto the base of his shaft and his balls as he moved his hips up and down. His veins pulsed, and his rod got harder with each passing second. His fingers delved inside my wet tunnel as he began to gently suckle my clit, and that sent me rocketing over the edge. My entire body thrashed on the bed as I came again, my daddy giving me a mini-blowie while I sucked him off too.

  Small grunts escaped my throat as his thrusts became more frantic, more rough. And then I gagged and choked as he forced himself past my tonsils and spurted a huge load of his seed. My pussy thrummed and squeezed his fingers as he pulsed out another jet of cum, growling his hot breath on my cunt while still tugging on my bouncing clitoris.

  I felt completely spent, yet I still craved more. Daddy burrowed his face between my legs, painting his face with my juices before withdrawing himself from my mouth.

  “That sweet pussy could be my fuel all day long, but there’s another area daddy wants to spill his seed.”

  “You want it in my tight cunt, don’t you?” I spread open my labia, inviting him to take a dip.

  Daddy hoisted my thick legs up in the air, lifting my round ass off the bed. His cock, pointed at my entrance, made me throb in anticipation.

  “I want to fuck that tight cunt, but I plan to shoot my next load elsewhere.”

  He slid into me, bringing any coherent thoughts I had to a screeching halt. My body rocked on the bed as he gripped my hips and pummeled me like a stallion. My large rolls of flesh rocked up and down in rhythm, and I had to grab onto my tits to minimize the pain. These large jugs needed their own zip code as it was, but the way they were bouncing around, they needed two or three zip codes.

  Daddy reached forward and took hold of my mounds. And I moved my hands aside, allowing him to use them as a handle while fucking me senseless. Both our bodies became loud slapping machines as he took me like an animal. A hot fire formed in my gut, and I came again, this time with so much fluid gushing from my pussy.

 
“Oooh, that’s it, drench my cock, baby.”

  Daddy burrowed balls deep and gave several hard thrusts, forcing more cum to pulse from my cunt. God, his cock must have held some sort of magical powers. I had never been able to cum from sex. Didn’t hurt to have an older man who knew what he was doing.

  Before I could catch my breath, he climbed up to my chest, pressing my breasts together before slipping between my pillows with his thick meat.

  I moved my hands atop his, pushing tighter against his girth.

  “This is where daddy wants to spread his love, baby girl.”

  I held my breasts for him as he grinded his dick along my chest. He twisted and tweaked my nipples as his pace increased. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I was getting so turned on watching his cockhead play peek-a-boo with my cleavage.

  “Shit … oh shit, baby…”

  I stuck out my tongue just in time to catch a few drops of his jizz as it pulsed out of his slit. The rest of it smeared along my chest as he fucked my tits, smearing everywhere with each glide. Daddy growled and grunted, his movements jerking with each spurt.

  “Goddamn, I could fuck your titties every night and never get sick of them, baby girl.”

  As he lay down next to me, I rubbed his cream into my skin, then licked my hands clean while he watched. “I could drink that cum every night, too. So maybe this is a thing we should pursue.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Pulling me into a spoon, daddy felt warm against my backside. “I love this new body of yours, I love your curves, and I love you.”

  Soft kisses on my shoulder sent shivers all through me. “I love you too, daddy. I hope I win this contest.”

  “You will. But if for some reason you don’t, at least we have each other.”

  I snuggled deep into daddy’s embrace. He really was all I needed.

  ~The End

  Bundle Up, Daddy

  ***

  Brrr…. It’s cold!

  When you’re headed out on a ski trip with your stepdad and his car breaks down in a blizzard, AND you realize you forgot to bring a coat along, reality hits hard. But it’s not really a problem because the man of the house has a coat that’s big enough to share. Now, warming up is easy, but it’s more taboo than ever when you’re a little too close for comfort…