Uhhhh, what have I gotten myself into. Why is this happening to me? Now, now Sherri, keep your mind and concentrate. Concentrate. Breathe in and out. You know why you are in this situation. Just look at Daddy right now; the person you love most, and right now hate most, in the entire world.
Let me think, how did this all start? Oh yes, it was about five or six years ago, when I was twelve and thirteen. My parents were starting a really nasty divorce. Mother was especially disparaging about Daddy, saying all kinds of mean things about him. She was trying to get custody of me, but after I recorded some of her make out sessions with other men the judge let me stay with Daddy.
One thing that Mother said really stuck out. She kept saying Daddy's cock was small. I had a hard time believing this. But one night I happened to see him dash from the bathroom to his bedroom when he wasn't aware I was there. I felt sad for Daddy; his cock was indeed minuscule. Then again, the cocks I had seen by that time were all porn star ones; when I once sneaked into the boys locker room I realized his wasn't as bad as it seemed, but still. It was Daddy; the most wonderful man in the world. He deserved to have a cock worthy of him. So for most of the rest of my grade school life my goal was simple; give him a cock that would make women drool.
When I started, I was under the impression that the ideal dick was twelve inches long, although I never understood how a woman could fit that much in her. With study, I realized that 8-9 inches was closer to the ideal, with only some "size-queens", or as I came to regard them as, masochists, needing more. I did more research and saw that all those silly ads for pumps and what not promising permanent length additions were mostly bullshit. Viagra was merely temporary; I wanted Daddy's blessing to be permanent.
Daddy was always curious why I wanted to start a guinea pig collection, but I couldn't tell him the truth. I wanted them to test out various remedies for Daddy's problem. I also began friendships with various girls who lived on the farm, so I could check out their animals. (I remember being terrified at the size of a pig's balls; Daddy and other men would never be able to walk with balls that big!) When I was sixteen I realized I was waging an uphill battle; how could I with meager resources manage to discover something that many rich researchers couldn't. But the answer was simple; my love for Daddy drove me on.
When I was seventeen I had actually made headway. About five months from my 18th birthday a couple of the girls figured out that I was researching how to make bigger cocks; they thankfully did not discover that I had a particular individual in mind to receive the fruits of my labor. They began volunteering their boyfriends to experiment on, and over the next couple of months until my birthday I was able to extend cocks a couple of inches. The format was usually that I applied the treatment, which was part drink and part applying a paste on their cock. Once the paste dried the boys always began having sex with their girlfriend who brought them. I never got the chance to get fucked by the cocks I had just grown; all I ever got was some pussy licks.
My 18th birthday fell on a Wednesday, and I was glad it over, as I felt I was so close to the final formula. My friends and I celebrated my birthday shortly after school, which was followed by an excellent dinner with Daddy at my favorite restaurant, with an excellent view of the Licking River (or at least the best view possible for that river.) That Friday, after one more new test subject, I felt I finally had it. I could now improve Daddy's cock. Now Daddy could go to some bar (which he never did) and get some woman interested in him. Now came the problem of applying it to Daddy.
Since I was already well on my way to become a biochemist, I figured out some sleeping potion to give Daddy. Slipping it into his iced tea, I offered Daddy a drink. He was shocked I had made it for him, but he was appreciative. Forty-five minutes later he claimed tiredness, and went to bed. I waited another thirty to make sure he was asleep. In the meantime I dress in my uniform; what I normally wore when I applied my formula on cocks. I wore a white labcoat that was Granny's (God bless her soul), but tied to better fit my slim waist. As Granny was 5'5" and I am 5'10", I had serious legs sticking out, which I wore white silk stockings upon. I had a white bra and cotton panties on, to complete my ensemble. I looked in my mirror and thought "Damn!" Fortunately I had gained my Granny's breasts, as I had C-to-D cups. (My Mother was an A-cup at best, and Daddy seemed to like his breasts plump, but did he ever disparage her tits like she did his cock? Noooooo.) After combing my rich brunette hair with its comely streaks of red, I went to work.
I had long ago learned that Daddy slept in the nude, which is why he always closed his door and placed a blanket of top of himself; just in case I had to visit him. Well, as it turned out I did have to visit him, and I was thankful it wouldn't be hard to get to his cock. I crept into his room and, after checking his pulse to make sure he was asleep (Daddy was good at faking that, I had learned before), I went to work. I pulled down his blanket and looked fondly at his cock. At last, the moment I waited so long for had arrived. For the first time ever I touched his cock. Something about holding it was magical. I had held other cocks before, of course; it was the only way to administer the application. But all those cocks had been circumcised; Daddy's was not. Also, this was not just any ole cock; this is the one that made me. It was some 18 years and 9 months before that this cock and its desire for Mother's cunt were responsible for my coming to life. (I wouldn't dignify her privates by calling it something attractive like a pussy; I call it a cunt. Some cultures regard women as merely the fertile earth, with the men responsible for the real work of life's creation; VERY chauvinistic, but in regard to my parents I'll go with that.) I could not help but want to kiss it, which I did.
Telling myself to get to work, I applied my formula to Daddy's cock. Previously when I worked on cocks it was very clinical, but with Daddy's I did it with much gentleness. I owed everything to this cock, and had to make sure I did everything right. I then realized I had a problem...how the hell was I going to have Daddy imbibe the liquid portion? He had to remain unconscious, but how could I get him to drink it? I didn't think to put that in his tea earlier. I took advantage of Daddy tossing a little by propping him up on his side; I was going to have to give Daddy an enema. Ugh!
After that perfectly unpleasant task was done, I knew I had but merely wait. Over the next couple of hours I saw Daddy's cock grow. I was so happy; it appeared I had had success. Thinking Daddy was started to awaken; I left his room, but kept close watch.
