Hi all! I was inspired by a post made on r/dirtypenpals and thought I’d give the prompt a shot as my own piece. This is my first time posting an erotic story. It’s a bit longer, but I hope you enjoy.
This is part one of two.
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“I’m not going back!” Callie yelled as she slammed the front door closed. The short girl practically threw her keys at the bowl on the foyer table and stomped up the stairs.
“Callie, is that you?” her father called out from the kitchen. In a moment, he stepped around the corner, dirty apron covered in flour wrapped around his waist. “Is everything alright?”
“No, everything is not alright,” she gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s so, so far from alright.”
“What’s wrong? Did something happen at school?” Her father’s brows furrowed.
“I don’t want to talk about it!” Callie screamed, tears now streaming down her face as she ran up the last few stairs. Finally, in her room, she shut and locked the door behind her then collapsed on her bed.
It was a childish outburst and she knew it, but the constant bullying had just become too much. Even after a full year at Poplar Oto University she was still being teased relentlessly over her looks.
For a 20-year-old, she had the body of a mature woman—one that started developing as soon as she hit her double digits. Since then, she was the focus of cruel jokes and constant ridiculing over her curves. Her parents had thought it would be better once she went to college. Maybe at a big state school like Poplar she would blend into the crowd.
I’ll never fit in, Callie thought wiping the tears from her face.
Exhausted, she stood in front of the mirror and stripped out of her clothes. Clad in only a bra and underwear, she poked and prodded at her body. Her waist and boobs were small, but proportional. She had never had an issue with either of them, and actually appreciated that they were tiny enough to never be a distraction.
It was her hips and her butt that were the problem. Cascading down from her tiny waist was a wide, round ass that was almost comical for her size, considering her height. She had done everything she could to hide it once she hit puberty. Baggy jeans, dresses that made her look like her grandmother, accessories so outrageous she thought they might distract from her behind.
Nothing worked.
And now, the worst possible thing had happened. Her boyfriend had dumped her because of her huge, stupid butt.
Callie scrubbed at her eyes and slowly dragged herself into the shower. She let the hot water run over her body, making sure not to get water in her hair. The hot water felt amazing on her soft skin. When she was finally done, she rummaged around her room to find a thong—the only type of underwear that felt comfortable on her butt. She then found a pair of her baggy sweatpants and a crop top and stomped downstairs.
From the smell wafting out of the kitchen it was taco night. Again.
“Dinner’s ready, hun,” Callie’s father said when he spotted her slinking past the kitchen into the living room.
He waited a moment, but was met with silence.
“Callie, baby? Dinner’s ready,” he called again, this time louder.
“I’m not hungry, dad,” an annoyed Callie yelled back.
Her father sighed.
So, it was going to be one of those nights. Since his wife left on a business trip a few weeks ago he had been dealing with the brunt of Callie’s mood swings all on his own. Mercedes was the one who usually helped their daughter when she was in this sort of mood.
When the bullying started, and it became obvious that it was due to…her mature body, Richard decided it was best for him to take a step back and let the ladies deal with that problem alone.
Plus, although he was ashamed to say it, seeing his daughter grow into such a fine, perfectly shaped woman had at times left butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if he could get through a conversation without getting red in the face and a tightness in his groin.
But he would never tell anyone that, less he wanted to be ostracized for the rest of his life.
Richard tossed his apron onto the counter and approached the den.
Curled up on the couch, Callie sat barely watching a cooking show he knew she hated. Her legs were folded underneath her, giving him a clear view of the roundness of her ass. He blinked and trained his eyes on the TV.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
He sighed, and tried again. “Well sulking there all night isn’t going to fix it.”
“Nothing will fix it,” she snapped, “unless you have a way to fix my body.”
Ah, so this was about her curves. Richard found himself torn between wanting desperately to assure his daughter she was perfect the way she was, while desperately wishing his wife were home to field this topic.
“Your body isn’t broken. Nothing needs to be fixed,” he said inching onto the arm of the couch.
“Tell that to Ryder,” she huffed, her eyes now filling once again with tears.
Richard’s back stiffened, anger suddenly pulsing in his veins. “What did that boy do to you? Did he hurt you?”
“No, no dad. It’s not like that. He…he broke up with me.” Callie’s voice cracked on the last word, no longer able to hold the tears back.
“Oh, Callie,” Richard slid off the arm of the chair and bent over his daughter to wrap her into a big bear hug. In one swoop, he scooped her from her perch and set her in his lap.
The smell of strawberry soap was strong on her skin. He breathed in the scent deeply, scratching circles in her scalp as her body racked with tears.
As a young woman, Callie no longer fit in his lap the way she did when she was child. Now, her hips and thighs were so wide they spilled over his legs. Even as an ex-naval captain who usually towered over his colleagues, Callie’s body was so plush and voluptuous she could barely sit comfortable between his legs.
A new wave of tears ran through her, causing her to vibrate. The soft movement shifted her ass on his groin, and he felt a tightness start to grow in his pants.
Jesus, focus, you asshole, he thought. You’re supposed to be comforting your daughter.
He rubbed the small of her back, drawing little circles along her exposed skin, trying to focus himself back into the moment. He couldn’t think of his daughter in that way, especially when she needed him right now.
“Tell me what happened baby,” he said putting his finger under his chin so she was forced to look up at him. “Tell Daddy what happened.”
Callie sniffled and wiggled her nose in the cute way she always did. For a moment, she looked like his little girl again.
“It’s embarrassing,” she pouted.
“You could never embarrass yourself in front of me.”
“Well,” she said biting her lip. “I went to soccer practice as normal. And I didn’t have any clean sweatpants left so I had to wear my gym shorts, the ones with the red stripe.” She paused, waiting for his recognition.
Richard knew exactly which shorts she was referring to, although “shorts” was a far cry from an accurate description of the dainty piece of fabric. Her “shorts” were a pair of black skin tight spanks that squeezed her ass so tight you could almost see the outline of her lips through the front. They were team-mandated, and unfortunately didn’t come in a size that properly fit his daughter.
Luckily, she hated wearing them, which saved him the embarrassment of having to explain to her why he was sporting a boner each time he spotted her in them.
Richard nodded, “Yeah, you hate wearing those.”
“Exactly! I didn’t even want to wear them. But coach wouldn’t let me practice in my jeans, so I had to,” Callie balled her hands into a fist then released them and carried on.
“The boys’ soccer team finished practice early so they came to watch us finish our drills. And as soon as the guys saw me, they…” A fresh wave of tears threatened to pour over. “They started making fun of me and laughing at me. Ryder was so embarrassed he broke up with me right there,” Callie sobbed.
Now, Richard was pissed. No insignificant little boy was going to make his daughter feel like this. He rained in his anger long enough to growl his next question.
“And what did the coach do about it?”
“Nothing. He was too busy laughing with them.”
Richard was seeing red, and struggling to keep his anger in. It was clear where Callie got her uncontrollable temper.
“Callie, I want the name of Director of Student Affairs and your coach’s phone number.”
“What? No!” she jumped off of his lap, leaving his growing groin feeling empty and exposed.
“That will just make it worse. I don’t want any more attention!”
“Those boys can’t just get away with the way they treated you.”
“It doesn’t matter how they treat me, because its not just them. It’s everyone!” she threw her arms in the air. “Everyone treats me like I’m a freak. I hate my body! I look disgusting!”
It broke Richard’s heart to see his daughter so distraught, especially when she was so wrong. Watching her from the couch, he was mesmerized by her physique, tears and all. Her perfect waist curved out into an even wider set of hips, and a thick butt that he had forced himself not to dream about.
Well, who was he kidding? He had fantasized about it many times. Rubbing his rough hands over her smooth skin, groping and squeezing those pillow-like mounds, and lowering her tight body onto his throbbing cock. He had no idea where she got a body like that. Her mother was all chest, and no butt, a compromise he accepted when he accidentally knocked her up with Callie.
“Don’t say that. You look great, Callie.”
“No, I don’t,” she wrapped her arms around herself, and squeezed. Richard didn’t think she noticed the way she was pushing up her small breasts up so that they poked through her shirt.
“Yes, you do. Any guy would be lucky to have you. If they don’t realize that, well then, they’re an idiot.”
“You’re just saying that because you have to.”
“I’m not,” he said in his deep voice, the one he only used when he was being particularly strict with his daughter.
The shift made her snap out of her upset daze, and her face softened.
“What do I have to do to convince you that you look great? I can’t even understand why any guy wouldn’t want to date my perfect, beautiful little girl.”
Callie looked down then, suddenly nervous.
“It wasn’t just that. He…he didn’t want to sleep with me either.” The young girl started picking at the hem of her shirt. “He said I was too much for him. We tried it once, but…I…I guess he didn’t like it.”
Richard’s eyebrows nearly shot off of his face but he quickly composed himself. He had heard enough.
“That’s it. You know what we’re going to do? I want you to go change into those shorts, right now.”
“Dad,” she began to whine like she was a teenager again.
“No, hear me out. You’re going to put on those shorts and walk around here like you’re the beautiful, in-charge woman that I raised. I won’t take no for an answer.”
Callie stared at him for a moment, but realizing he wasn’t going to let it go, she finally went to retrieve the shorts. A few minutes later she came back and stood in the middle of the living room.
Richard’s mouth fell open. If he was half-hard from Callie sitting in his lap, he was now fully erect. He crossed his legs over the tent in his pants and watched his daughter with a steady gaze.
Somehow, her ass had gotten even larger since the last time he saw her in those shorts. Now, they were so tight on her butt, she spilled out from both sides. She turned around in front of him, her perky breasts bouncing along with her ass.
“What do you think?” she asked shyly, when Richard didn’t speak.
“I…I think you look lovely.”
Her eyes lit up just slightly. “Really? Not gross?”
“Far from it,” he shook his head.
She stepped closer to him, her innocent doe eyes making him smile. “I just feel like its too much spilling out of the bottoms. See?” she bent over in front of him, giving him a full view of her round globes and the slit of heat between her legs. He wanted in that moment, nothing more than to bury his face in her pussy and lick away each and every insecurity she had ever felt.
“No, baby you’re perfect.”
Callie straightened up. “If Mom looked like me, would you still want to be with her?”
His question surprised him, but after a moment he understood. In Callie’s mind, looking like herself was the worst thing possible. Staying with his wife despite her looks would be the ultimate sign of love.
“If Mom looked like you, I would love her even more than I do now.” It was so fucked up to say, but it was true. Years of marriage had made him closer to his wife than ever, but her body stopped meetings his needs long ago. He craved someone who was softer, curvier, and tighter. He craved Callie, and lived in agony knowing he could never have her.
“Would you want to do it with me?” Callie asked timidly, barely above a whisper. “You wouldn’t be grossed out?” Her plump lips quivered.
The tears in his daughter’s eyes broke Richard’s heart. He just wanted to take every bit of pain away from her, and make her feel like the angel he knew she was.
“Well, you’re my daughter,” he reminded himself more than her. “But, yes, a woman who looked like you would be someone I’d hope to have the chance to make love to.”
He chose his words carefully. He wanted to fuck someone who looked like her. To break in their pussy, and cum deep inside of them, pleasuring their body so well they never wanted to let go.
“Show me,” she said, making his heart skip a beat.
“What?” he said, flustered.
“If you would still want me even when I looked like this, then show me. Show me that I can make a man feel good. That I won’t make everyone feel repulsed by me,” her voice cracked again, as she got on her knees between his legs.
His resolve was starting to break. He had always dreamt of his daughter coming into his room one night. Crawling under the sheets, with his wife—her mother—asleep next to him. Pulling down his pants and taking his long shaft into her tiny, warm mouth. The thought was ecstasy.
But this wasn’t a daydream. This was reality. And his beautiful baby girl was asking him to do the impossible.
“Please, Daddy. I just want to make you feel good. Show me that I’m not a freak.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kawq5v/teaching_my_45m_daughter_20f_how_to_love_her_huge
Oof now that’s hot! What’s a great start to this story, I can’t wait to read the next part later!