"Mother, please! Stop being so cruel...it's my wedding day!"
"Well I'm sorry Danny but I can't help it. If it wasn't for the medications my doctor supplied, I wouldn't be here at all! It's not every mother who has to assist her son into her wedding decolletage and help with makeup! I had dreams of you siring my grandsons, Daniel, and now I have to watch you mince down the aisle like a big sissy and marry a real man! Whatever did I do to deserve this?"
Danielle's mother began to cry, she promised she wouldn't. She promised her husband, who has strangely not only agreed to this debauchery, but in fact was quite enthusiastic about it! What was that man thinking? She often wondered which head guided his decisions. The truth is every time they discussed Daniel's situation, and his transformation into the big-titted she male he had become, she noticed a definite lump in his pants. Like a good wife she was expected to take care of his manly needs, and she found that he now fucked her with an intensity she had not seen since their honeymoon. Men are such pigs, she thought.
"Mother, my name is Danielle now, remember. I'm sorry I can't produce sons for you. The truth is I was never much of a man to begin with. Even Daddy says it's better this way! Please be happy for me."
"Oh very well, but Daniel..are you sure Walt is the right man for you? He seems so controlling, and then there's that father of his, a neanderthal of the first order! Have they manipulated your mind, precious? Is this something you want of your own free will?"
"Yes Mother, I'm sure. Walt and his Dad are a bit old fashioned I guess. They believe a woman's place is one of service and submission. I do feel Walt loves me and wants to take care of me, and I want to be his, and I can't wait for him to make love to me and plant his seed in me. That's all I want Mama, to be seeded and obey him!"
Danielle's mother just rolled her eyes in disgust. How did this happen? Did she breast feed her little one too long, she couldn't pry Daniel from the nipple until after he had teethed and it became very painful. Yes, her son had always been quite orally fixated. And then there was the lingerie fetish young Daniel picked up at such an early age. Did she allow her son to see her undressing too much? As she thought back on it he did seem a bit too interested in her lingerie, and there were those times she would find her young son wearing her panties and carelessly applying her makeup before her dressing table. She tried to not make a big thing of it, but she had her concerns He was her only child and had no other sons to compare him with, but it seemed he wasn't like other little boys!
Danielle strode across the bedroom to her vanity. She wore the prettiest of bridal lingerie, all picked out in town at the fine ladies shops. To them she was just another bride to be, little did they know about the secret inside her panties, the little lifeless penis and her smooth empty eggs. They were quite amused to see the pretty bride to be overruled on every decision by her eager fiancee.
She wore the most beautiful white satin matching set of panties and brassiere. It was simply lovely, form fitting and ever so silky against her smooth skin. There was the tiniest little pink bow between the cups of her bra, and delicate lace along the top. Her obscenely large melons were barely contained within the confines of the delicious brassiere.
The panties were heaven! They had a seam up the rear, to accentuate her shapely ass cheeks, and they were very tight in front. Since she was so small in front she didn't worry a bit about an unsightly bump that would indicate she was not a genetic female. The tiny pink roses ran down the side of her panties in a sweet line from the waist to the leg opening. Danielle loved how the satin felt on her smooth girlish skin. She hardly remembered ever wearing boys underwear, the scratchy thick cotton BVDs..yuck!
Peeking out from under her panties were the straps from her garter belt. The belt was quite lacy, and in a pale pink color which perfectly matched the little roses adorning her delicate undies. The metal garter straps were attached to the sheerest pair of fully fashioned stockings. Her legs were quite lovely, everyone said so! The white leather 5 inch pumps were simply delicious!
"Mother please help me with my makeup. I want to be pretty for Walt, and for our guests of course! What color eye shadow would you recommend?"
"Danielle what look is it you wish to accomplish? That of a young blushing bride, or something more whorish? Your father told me you have become quite the little whore! I don't know about such things, after all I am a proud member of the Sisters of the Cross at our church. I certainly can't share this day with them, or have our pastor preside at this wedding. I couldn't bear to face them again!"
Danielle frowned at her mother's prudishness. She always was a rather uptight bitch, but with an excellent eye for lingerie, which intrigued this young sissy boy to no end. She reflected that she doubted her mother had one item of clothing that she herself had not worn, and of course, masturbated in. That made her smile! That, and the thought of her precious Reverend Wormly officiating, his pompous red face would burst at the very idea of marrying a man to a sissy like her! No, Walt had found someone to officiate. It didn't matter, as long as she became Walt's bride!
Danielle applied her liquid makeup, in a color that matched her delicate skin color, and then added a bit of pink rouge to her cheeks, taking care to blend it in properly. She looked like a blushing bride indeed! After applying black eyeliner and using thick mascara to make her lashes look extremely long and luscious, she began to apply the eye makeup her mother had chosen for her. The had decided on a sweet look, after all, this was her wedding day. She could look whorish on other occasions! Her hair had been dyed blonde some time ago, and was streaked. The beauty parlor had given her a perm, with soft, bouncy curls that cascaded to her shoulders. She would wear it down, as Walt instructed.
She applied deep rose colored eyeshadow right above her eyes, then applied a much lighter shade of pink above it, and she made care to blend it in properly where the lid met the rest of her pretty face. She smiled and shuddered a bit, remembering that she once was a man, at least pretending to be a man. Thank Goodness Walt and his father came along, and guided this sissy on the proper path. Men are so wonderful, she thought...and quite tasty too! She giggled.
"Danielle what are you giggling about? I swear you're acting like a silly schoolgirl!"
"Nothing Mother, I was just thinking about bouncing around on my husband's penis!"
She clutched her necklace and had a look of anxiety on her face.
"Is there no end to the pain you want to inflict on me, Danielle? Please, let's get you finished dressing and get this over with. I do feel I've fulfilled my responsibilities as dare I say it, "mother of the bride". I notice you have no bridesmaids. Why is that?"
"Mother, the girls at work hate me. Some because of what I am, some because I'm prettier than they are. And then there are my big, beautiful breasts."
"I see. Well let's get you into your dress. Where is it?"
"It's in the wardrobe Mother. Do you like it? Walt picked it out for me."
Her Mother gasped at the dress she pulled from the wardrobe. All in all it was quite inappropriate! The top was very detailed, with much embroidery and lace, and it was extremely low cut. The skirt was impossibly short, and actually only a very sheer white netting material that looked somewhat like a ballerina outfit! The color was off white. Quite appropo, she thought, since her newly created daughter was far from virginal. She shuddered at what the ladies of the church, and her family would think. Danielle had been quite insistent on her family being there, but only a few of her parents friends were invited to this unusual and embarrassing event. They had promised to be supportive and discreet.
She sat down next to Danielle and looked deep into her eyes.
Danielle, it's time for our talk. You know dear, men can be beasts, not girly men like you were, but real men. Often they think with their penises, and a smart girl will learn how to control her man by controlling his orgasms."
"But how, mother, a man will cum whenever he wishes, and wherever he wishes. It's not our place to decide such things."
Her mother shook her head at the brainwashing she felt Danielle had experienced. She was always a but naive. Perhaps her husband was right, she was better off this way, as a submissive sissy bride. She changed the subject.
"Darling for every bride there is a tradition. Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. Did you know that?"
"Sure Mother."
"Well Danielle for something old I would like you to wear your grandmother's white pearl necklace, here let me put it around your neck. There, something new, well this is something from your fiancee's family...I don't approve of it but I want to respect their wishes."
Danielle was shocked to see a white leather dog collar fastened around her neck. Well, at least it matched her outfit and the pearls!
"For something borrowed, please put on these lovely pearl and gold earrings your father gave me on our 30th wedding anniversary. And for something blue...here a frilly blue garter for you, dear. Place it on your thigh and your husband will remove it later. Now let's get you into this ridiculous gown!
She held open the dress and Danielle stepped into her gown, squirming and squealing with delight! She had thought of this day for so long, in fact it had given her courage when unspeakable things had been done to her. All of the training, all of the humiliation at work was all worth it, because she was a bride!
She looked in the mirror as her mother zipped up her dress. It was tight, but not too bad. The top was very corset like, and only made her breasts look even bigger. She was showing quite a bit of cleavage, but that is what Walt wanted. She noticed that the skirt was so short and so sheer that one could see her pretty panties and her garter straps.
"Mother, my panties are showing!"
"I see that dear. So is your garter and your straps. It can't be helped. That is what you get for letting a man decide such things. You should have stood up to him, but you can't do that can you? My son....the ultimate sissy! Where are my pills? I need another one to get me through this!"
Just then, Danielle's father strode into the room. Danielle smiled when she saw how dapper he was. A man in his fifties, he was still quite fit despite the graying hair at his temples. She knew from experience he was still a strong, vital man. His black tux fitted him well, and she smiled at him with daughterly affection. His acceptance of her, and her marriage meant so much to her!
"How are my beautiful girls doing?"
"Herbert, I'm just beside myself. Look at the dress our son is being married in. Do you think it's appropriate?"
"Now now, don't be so old fashioned. I think she looks quite lovely! Now Sheila, you run along and take your seat in the the church. I'll see you after I walk our lovely daughter down the aisle!"
Danielle's mother grabbed her purse and left. She was quite proper, the purse was dyed in a violet color to match her dress, which was high necked and quite respectable. Herbert Domwiddie leaned over and kissed his new daughter on the cheek, and she smiled and reached out to feel his erection straining against the black tuxedo pants.
"That's my girl! Has your mother been rough on you, Princess?"
Princess! How that lifted her heart! Every little girl wants to be a princess for her Daddy.! And some little boys, too.
"Oh Daddy she just doesn't understand."
"What, sweetie? That you're a failure as a male, and that your life has been turned upside down...or that you have grown into a cock loving sissy with enormous man made breasts?"
"Hmmm...well, I don't know, I just know that for the first time in my life I am happy and feel like I'm on the right track. Is it wrong for me to want to pleasure men?"
"No, of course not. In fact, your Daddy needs a bit of pleasuring right this very minute! You look so pretty and sexy in that wedding dress I've gotten an enormous boner! You don't expect me to walk you down the aisle with an erection, do you? Your guests would be shocked!"
The proud father of the bride stood before Danielle, who was sitting at her vanity. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them, as well as his boxers, to the floor revealing eight inches of thick Daddy cock. He held his manly penis and stroked it across Danielle's lips.
"But Daddy, I'm about to be married!"
"Oh there's plenty of time for a talented girl like you. I know you want it princess, you grabbed it just a minute ago. One thing I've always loved about you, son, is the way you've thrown yourself into whatever you were interested in. Do you remember when you were in dance class, or when you took home economics?"
"Well, yes. I did enjoy dance and I do love to cook."
"Of course you do sweetie, all girls do, and I must say your little ass looked incredibly cute in those dance tights. I used to get hard watching you jump and prance around in them. You knew what you were doing to me, didn't you...it was about then that you began sneaking into our bedroom and sucking on Daddy's big dick. And you've certainly become quite the accomplished cock sucker. Now open those pretty painted lips and do what you were meant to do, suck my cock sweetly. Be a good girl!"
Danielle opened her pretty mouth and took her father's penis into her mouth, as she had done since she was young. It was so wonderful, so thick and hot, and the way it throbbed in her mouth made her swoon! He was right of course, she could get him to spurt quite quickly, then she could touch up her lipstick and walk down the aisle.
Daddy began thrusting in and out of her mouth, using her mouth like it was a cunt, for that is what it was, a hot, inviting place for a man to plant his seed. She held onto Daddy by his hairy ass cheeks to steady herself and prepared for his load, but Daddy pulled out and pulled Danielle up to her feet.
"I want to come in your pussy, princess. Turn around and bend over your vanity seat. That's it pull down those pretty panties and let me see your pretty pink hole."
Danielle obeyed him, she had been taught to obey all men. She pulled her bridal panties down below her bottom and waited for the inevitable. Daddy spit on his cock, and then on her hole. Danielle moaned when she felt the head of his big cock push at her rosebud.
"Oh hurry, Daddy. I'm about to be married. I want to be a good girl, but this is terribly inconvenient!"
"Quiet now. You don't want to be a bridezilla do you? Push out now, princess and take Daddy's cock inside you. Ah, your hole is magnificent! Walt is a lucky man."
She sighed and pushed and felt the head slip in. She let out a little shriek and Daddy just laughed. He kept pushing and a few more inches of rigid fuckmeat pushed inside the bride. God, but she was tight!
"Princess, I'll tell you a secret...your pussy is hotter than Mommy's...and certainly tighter! I'm going to bury my cock inside you now pumpkin, take a deep breath!"
Danielle pushed back and gasped as the cock rammed her deep. She looked up into the vanity mirror at the sight of a beautiful bride bent over, her dress up, and a man thrusting in and out of her violently. It made her swoon, but also made her feel whole somehow. She had been conditioned to be a receptacle for the penis, even that of her father. She felt a deep sense of accomplishment at making a man hard, and in draining his balls of his maleness.
There was a knock at the door. It was Walt. Danielle gasped but her Daddy kept on thrusting.
"Danielle...the ceremony will begin in five minutes. Are you ready?"
"Oh my...Oh God...yes Walt...almost. I'll see you soon my darling!"
Mr. laughed and continued to plow the bottom he had created, enjoying every thrust. Yes, his little boy had finally achieved her potential. She was a wonderful fuck, and obedient and beautiful fuck hole. He was proud to give her away, to see her marry a real man like Walt. At least now he would have someone to watch football with, and Danielle could bring them beer and pleasure them...it was a win win in his mind. But now to cream her! He shoved hard, making her moan and gasp, and he began to shake. This was going to be an incredible orgasm!
Danielle, opened her hole as wide as possible and accepted the cock that was splitting her apart. It was her place after all, and she did love her Daddy, and his big cock. When she was a man she often wondered what it would be like when he married. What would his wife be like, what would their wedding night be like? Deep inside he feared he could never satisfy a real woman with the tiny cock he possessed. And it wasn't just that, could he be strong for a family, make important decisions? Well that was no worry now, and actually quite a relief. Better to have a man make the decisions, and to know she could make a man happy by obeying him and ingesting his semen, whether by the mouth or up his ass pussy. But right now she needed to make Daddy cum!
Danielle squeezed her hole repeatedly, applying pressure to Daddy's cock. She could feel it pulsing and then with a roar Daddy shot his seed deep inside her!
Daddy was spent, pulled his sticky cock out of her and wiped it on the netting of her skirting. Danielle staggered to her feet and pulled up her panties, trying to compose herself before the beginning of her ceremony.
"That was great, princess. Now let's get you married to that big hunk of yours!"
As she left the room arm in arm with her Daddy, she was very nervous. They heard the organist begin to play "Here comes the bride" and she entered the chapel. She felt very pretty, but her bottom was very sore from Daddy's fucking. She was surprised so many people had shown up, and all eyes were on her, and her stunning dress. She knew her panties were on display, but after all, that's what Walt wanted. It must have been important for her panties to be showing, and revealing the lifeless penis inside along with her empty little sacks.
As she slowly began walking down the aisle, here eyes focused on Walt, she could feel the heavy load of semen inside her begin to leak out. With each step more and more of the hot stickiness dripped from her gaping hole and puddle in her panties. The panties, being white and very special did not have cotton in the gusset, which would have helped with absorbency. As more and more of it leaked out she felt damp and sticky, but she couldn't think about that. Her arm locked in that of her father, she focused on her handsome groom waiting for her at the end of her walk, and not on the growing wetness clearly evidenced by the shocked wedding guests.
Walt looked so handsome, in a black tux with a red black and white plaid bow tie. He wore a red cummerbund and a smile. She was about to become Mrs. Walter Wadsworth.