For weeks, Abby couldn't get cock off her mind. The brain space that was once dominated by ambition and laser-like focus on academic perfection was now under the slow siege of awareness that every boy in every class, every male teacher, even the old, ugly janitor had a dick in his pants. Curiosity consumed her. Who was uncircumcised? Who had a tiny penis? A fat one? A skinny one? What did they all smell and taste like? Most enticingly--was anyone as big as Dan?
The latter seemed impossible. But she did notice that Mr. Jefferson, the boys' basketball coach, seemed to be packing a bulge that matched his height and huge hands and feet. With or without such corroborating evidence, she couldn't stop herself from imagining what it would be like to get on her hands and knees and suck his ostensibly huge cock, to inhale that masculine odor with her nose buried in his pubic hair, his throbbing tip penetrating her throat. She had to masturbate at every given opportunity just to clear these fantasies from her mind.
But one fantasy dominated them all, of course: to be alone with Dan and his exquisite beast of an endowment. Her mental landscape was a kingdom of inferior, smaller-dicked men toiling under the lordship of Emperor Dan, a proudly nude monarch sitting atop his throne with his dinosaur dong dangling down to his feet.
At home, tension had reached new heights. There was no mention of the night that Dan had plastered Abby's face with his cum after catching her peeping. But her mother's well-hung boyfriend had returned to cooking breakfast in his briefs, his thick schlong on thinly-veiled display for the two ladies every morning.
He would linger in Abby's face knowingly after placing the platter of breakfast sausages on the table, hands on his hips, his semi-erect and sex-stinking kielbasa mere inches from her face as he asked her thoughtful questions about school. Abby would try her best to keep her gaze averted while she answered, then gobble up a sausage and rush upstairs to the bathroom to rub one out before leaving for class, tomato-faced and with a thin layer of sweat matting her blonde baby bangs to her forehead.
Since the night Abby watched Dan fuck her into oblivion, Tori had slowly begun to lose her bubbly demeanor. Dan was still warm and loving with both of them in front of Abby, but the glow that once graced her mother every morning was sliding into a daze of resignation. Abby could tell that Dan was getting more demanding with his sexual needs behind closed doors.
While Abby resisted spying on them again, her infernal horniness already difficult enough to manage, she had begun hearing the two of them going at it more often and less discreetly, at odder hours of the day. Once, while brushing her teeth before school, she heard the telltale gags of Dan rapidly throatfucking her mom downstairs at the kitchen table. He was insatiable, to a reckless degree, and a growing part of Abby was enamored with his limitless libido.
When Abby got home one afternoon, her mom and Dan were seated on the couch. As Abby was now accustomed to seeing, her mom's mascara was smeared and her eyes teary, but for once, Dan's immense sausage was tucked away in his jeans. They were both fully clothed and Tori looked happier than she had in weeks.
Tori squealed when Abby stepped into the living room. She lifted up her hand and bit her lip, flashing a gorgeous diamond ring on her finger.
"Surprise!" said Tori. She squealed again and Dan smiled wide.
"Oh wow," said Abby.
"I said 'yes,'" said Tori. "Of course." She squeezed Dan's thigh and bounced up and down excitedly, her heavy cleavage jiggling with excitement.
"Come have a seat, Abby," said Dan. He patted the empty seat on the couch to his left and smiled warmly. Abby walked over and sat next to him, setting her book bag on the floor.
"Now, as excited as I am to be your mother's husband..."
Tori squealed again and quickly covered her mouth. She patted Dan's thigh for him to continue.
"I recognize it's a big change for all of us. I know you're already used to me being around, but... I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know there's no replacing your father. Tori has told me a lot about him and how close you two were, and I want to respect the fact that he'll always be your dad."
Abby felt a pang in her chest, one she hadn't felt in quite a while.
"Thanks," she said.
"Of course, kiddo."
Abby blushed and looked down at her lap. Her mom reached over and grabbed her hand.
"So," said Tori. "We had an idea."
Dan and Tori looked at each other, grinning. Tori got up and walked over to the hall closet. Dan kept his eyes on her enormous backside as she bent over to pick up a cardboard box, arching her back and wiggling her butt. Dan turned to Abby and placed his big hand on her thigh.
"This should be fun," he said and winked.
Abby felt a jolt of electricity between her thighs. Dan had never touched her there before. Even though he'd just caked her face with his cum the night before, this felt like a new line being crossed.
"Okay," said Tori. She bit her lower lip and smiled, then walked back and placed the box in Abby's lap. On its lid, in her late father's elegant Sharpie handwriting, were the words "Royal Family." Abby's jaw dropped and she looked up at her mother.
"Mom..."
"Open it up, honey!"
Abby slowly opened the box to find exactly what she'd suspected. One by one, she pulled out three costumes: a king's red robe, black tights and a golden crown; a queen's lavender gown and a silver crown; and a fairy princess costume, comprised of a tiny pink dress with a ruffled skirt, fairy wings, a wand and a plastic-gemstoned tiara, all covered in glitter.
"Why do you still have this?" said Abby. Her brow furrowed and she stared at the little tiara in her hands.
"Daddy and I -- oops, sorry, Dan and I..." Tori blushed and gleefully covered her mouth. Abby felt her heart sink into her stomach.
"I asked your mother if she had any ideas on how we could, you know, connect as a family," said Dan.
"Oh," said Tori. Her eyes welled with tears.
"Is that okay to say, hon'?" said Dan.
Tori nodded, smiling.
"She told me you two and your dad had this game you used to play, and I figured, why couldn't we all play together?"
Abby looked up at her mom.
"I haven't worn this outfit since I was ten," she said. "Are you guys serious? There's no way I'll be able to fit into this thing."
"I don't think anybody's gonna fit into their costume," said Tori. She giggled and looked at Dan.
"If you don't want to, I understand," said Dan. For the first time since Abby had met him, he looked mildly embarrassed. "I thought we could maybe all have a laugh together. I don't know."
"I mean, it's not really a game," said Abby. "We would dress up together and play pretend, because I was a little kid and wanted to be a princess. I don't know, this just seems kind of messed up."
Dan looked down at his big hands. "I'm sorry," he said. "You're right."
Abby felt her heart sink again. Tori reached out and grabbed his hand, stroking it. Abby then felt a little surge of jealousy in her chest.
"Maybe you're right," said Abby. "It could be fun. I mean, I bet we'll all look pretty silly in these costumes."
Dan's forlorn expression grew into a tenuous smile. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I'll go change. Meet you guys in my room?"
Dan and Tori shared a knowing smile.
Abby stood naked in front of her mirror, her brow furrowed with determination. Here was her chance to steal the spotlight: to push her mother to the side and make Dan want her instead. To finally reach out and touch that big, beautiful dick, the smell of which hadn't left her mind since that morning she first saw it bulging out of his briefs.
She tried to see her body through his eyes, those of a man who seemed to appreciate--no, hunger for--heavier women. She poked out her big bubble butt and wagged it tauntingly. She even turned around and bent over, arching her back the way she had for Mr. Adams, the way her mother just had while picking up the Royal Family box downstairs.
For the first time, she could see the lewd, round peach shape her ass created, her clean-shaven, fat-lipped pussy poking out nervously below. She imagined Dan positioning his mammoth man meat at her entrance and, in real time, watched her labia moisten with dew. The next part was all but impossible to fathom: what it would be like to feel that thick fuck stick push into her virgin hole. How big was it, anyway? Ten inches? Eleven? She just knew it was the biggest she'd ever seen, even in porn. Abby couldn't imagine a man boasting a bigger sausage.
"Okay," she said aloud with a sharp exhale. She picked up the dress and held it in front of her body in the mirror. A literal child's costume, it barely covered the length of her bodacious torso. The width was another story--she had just about doubled horizontally since she'd hit puberty.
"This is so fucked up," she said.
Abby stepped into the dress, trying hard not to rip the fabric--she wasn't quite ready to stand naked in front of her mom and Dan--and gently pulled it up. The crotch of the dress failed to cover her pussy, the lips swallowing the fabric and creating an exposed camel toe. Her ass was completely out, the fabric again being eaten whole by her meaty cheeks and serving, at best, as a thong. And the hot-pink, ruffled skirt was more like a tiny tutu on her tall frame, billowing out above it all and not cloaking an inch of her private parts.
Abby scoffed. She put her arms through the loops and slowly pulled the straps over her shoulders. Her ample tits stretched the fabric almost to the point of tearing, but she was--technically--able to wear this ridiculous costume. God. She was spilling out of it at every corner: tits, ass and even her puffy pussy lips were no longer left to the imagination. Some innocent princess she was. She looked and felt like a slut who'd gone too far with her Halloween costume. She turned to the side to see if the fairy wings on her back helped her case--nope. Comically dwarfed by her shapely body, the dainty wings made her look even more provocative -- a big girl pretending to be a little one.
But part of her liked seeing a slut in her reflection. There was a bit of power in showing off her form like that--even though the dress wasn't meant to contain her curves, it certainly accentuated them. For the first time, despite her little-girl getup, the eighteen-year-old looked in the mirror and saw herself as a young woman.
She picked the glittery tiara up off the bed and put it on her head. Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly remembered the last time she'd worn this costume.
Abby and her mom and dad were all gathered in the living room: her parents in the king and queen costumes on the couch, ten-year-old Abby in the middle of the room, wearing her fairy princess costume and performing an original song she'd written for her dad's birthday. Her mom and dad held hands and smiled while she danced around and sang, to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star":
Daddy's king and mommy's queen
Princess Abby makes us three
Safe up in our fairy tree
Just as loved as we could be
Daddy loves his two ladies
