This choice: She thinks you're cute...wait what? • Go Back...Chapter #6Dirty Daughter by: chaos   “Daddy, are you checking me out?” Dora asked as she lifted her foot off the chest and turned towards you. She didn’t sound upset when she asked, only curious and if you didn’t know an better you’d say she found it kind of funny. With her huge breasts now pointing towards you, the sick fascination you had over her ass and leg continues. You lower your head, trying to divert your eyes, but finding yourself unable to keep your eyes from rolling up to look over your giant daughters lewd body.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m just seeing what you wear under your clothes and I’ve been trying not to say anything, but I’m not happy about how you’ve been dressing yourself lately.” You turn the conversation over onto that subject as you try to get control over your body. You know that your daughter has a nice body, but you aren’t supposed to admire it. Never feeling this uncomfortable, Dora looks like she’s having a blast as she leans in, her arms squishing her big boobs together.
“From the way you’re looking I’d say you are enjoying it,” Dora said with a giggle. This was the first time your daughter has laughed in front of you in years. It should be a wonderful moment, but her laughter is causing her chest to shake, making the pale mounds of fat inside her bra ripple in ways you can’t help but drool over. Licking her bottom lip, Dora grabs a seat, finally giving you the close one on one conversation you’ve wanted for so long, but not the way you ever hoped for.
“You always want to know about me, Daddy. Why don’t you tell me something about yourself? Is there a special girl in your life that makes you feel good?”
You’re sex life pretty much ended when you got your disease five yeas ago. You hadn’t been dating much when you were a single father and you took yourself completely off the market once you started wearing children’s clothes. In fact, seeing Dora half naked is the most action you’ve gotten in half a decade. All that time alone without any female companionship had left you so lonely, but you still never went out looking for someone because of your illness. That was probably why you were so hot and bothered by Dora right now and all those other times you saw her prance around in something skimpy. You have had a five year dry spell and now you’ve got so much hormones built up that your daughter is looking hot. That’s how you rationalize it to yourself as you openly gawk at her pinto sized breasts dangling in front of you.
“At my size dating isn’t much of an option. There aren’t many woman that would want to go to a movie or out to dinner with someone tiny enough to step on. Not to mention other things I can’t do that are needed for a relationship.” You blush at the last remark. It had just come blurting out by accident; you didn’t mean to bring up your sex life, or lack of, with your daughter. Feeling a migraine coming on, you hope she’ll drop it and start opening up, ask you for some advice or help like she used to when she was a kid. However, Dora was no child and things were reverse, she was the big one and had to advice to impart for her naïve father.
“Daddy that’s silly! Lots of girls would kill to date a cute guy they can carry around in their purse. They can sneak you in to movies and you can eat dinner on their plate, just because you can’t be the big guy doesn’t mean that women don’t find you attractive.” The honest advice from your daughter leaves you shocked as you never thought about it that way before. It was a wonderful thought that someone might find you cute even with your current size. What made this even better was that Dora was giving the advice, she was finally talking to you and you couldn’t be any happier. Dora was opening up to you at last, maybe your little girl is still in their under all that make-up.
“And if your worried about the other thing you need in relationships, don’t worry; most girls can find ways to get a lot of pleasure from a six inch man.”
“Dora!” You cry out and only get a knowing smile, like she knew you had to have thought about it at least once or twice. You blush under your highly mature daughters gaze, not liking the playful glint in her eyes as she continues speaking. “In fact, I can think of someone that can get a lot of fun out of someone your size.”
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