April Fools, Daddy! It's So Tiny!

This was a dream come true!

I finally got to Paris fashion week with my Dad!

He is a designer and goes every year for a whole month of fashion season and until now I have been unable to go because, according to my father, "backstage at a fashion show is no place for a young, impressionable girl."

I always suspected Daddy was trying to save me from the pressure of being in the same room as all those incredibly thin runway models, afraid of me somehow feeling the need to compete, even though I have extreme curves -- just like my mother.

The fact is that clothes really do look better on rail-thin bodies, but as my dad always tells my mother, "curvy bodies look better naked."

It was so sweet of him to say, and since I have grown up with all this curvy body positivity, I have embraced my juicy ass and heavy tits for as long as I can remember, loving how they make my waist look so small.

Daddy designs clothing for voluptuous women, but those luscious curvy models Daddy regularly worked with were definitely not the norm backstage in the fashion world.

Since I would be turning 19 on the 1st of April, this time Daddy had no excuse not to bring me along. I convinced both parents I was old enough to handle a big girl trip with Daddy.

Besides, they named me April because of my birthday -- which he always missed because he had to work the show in Europe.

So I played the guilt card. And why not? Got me to Paris.

The week had been magical, getting to see my Daddy at work and be in the middle of the glamour of Paris, the city of fashion and love. I had seen my Dad at work before but never quite like this. He was the go-to person, the conductor of the runway, always ready with a quick solution to a problem or comforting a manic model as she tried to assemble herself to walk. And he was always right in the center of the most gorgeous collection of women I had ever seen, calmly explaining his vision. They all adored him, fawned over him even. And why not? My Dad was objectively hot. Fit. Funny. Charming. Sexy.

Afterwards, Daddy and I would go to the most delicious dinners with the most interesting people, then stroll back to our hotel arm in arm. Paris is special.

Mom is a CPA and since this is her busy season, Dad and I decided to take a long drive down the coast to Marbella -- so we could hang out in paradise until the end of tax season when she could finally come up for air.

I could not believe it when we opened the door to our beautiful vacation villa and realised the beach only steps away from the back, with the most saturated blue water I have ever laid eyes upon.

"Oh Daddy, I have got to be in that water. I am changing right now!"

I skipped into the nearest bedroom and excitedly rummaged through my bag for the brand new silver bikini we bought in Paris. This was going to be amazing! I can't believe the place Dad had arranged for us to stay in through a friend -- it was incredible.

As I put my bikini on, I had a bit of trouble staying in it. I mean, I tried to get the top to fit over my breasts and they just spilled out or pillowed around.

This is crazy!

I just tried this on when I bought it last week in Paris.

And the bottoms were a lot more thong-like than I remember.

Daddy had loved it when I walked out of the dressing room to show him. He said it was just perfect. I know I enjoyed buttery croissants in Paris but I know I didn't gain weight, did I? All my other clothes fit normally. What was happening!?!?

I walked out into the living room with my ass and tits practically hanging out of my suit, in total despair.

"Daddy! It's SO tiny! What am I going to do? I think it shrank but I didn't even wash it. Daddy! I loved this suit, you said it was so pretty and now I cant even wear it out."

I know I said I was big enough to go on this trip, but in this moment I was pouting like a little girl.

"Sure you can Baby, this is Spain. The rules are different here. It is still pretty, sweetheart, now there is just less of it."

"But Daddy! What happened? I didn't change, the suit did.

It is like little elves came in the middle of the night and removed two inches all around so the triangle top barely covers my nipples. Daddy, my boobs are spilling out all over. And look! You can see my entire ass!"

"You sure can. It is beautiful. Let's go swimming Baby. I am in my suit."

Daddy was suppressing a giggle and I realized he must have had something to do with this. Could he have turned my swimsuit nto a micro bikini as a prank? What a snake! Women with giant breasts like mine are not exactly made for micro bikinis. It barely covered my nipples!

"Daddy! You did this! I can't believe you! How could you?!!!"

I chased Daddy around the living room trying to spank his ass for tricking me. My giant boobies bounced completely out of my top but I didn't care.

Daddy was laughing hysterically "April Fools!" he shouted through tears of laughter.

"What??!"

"Happy birthday, my little April! Got you!"

"You dirty dog!" I finally got a good hard spank in and decided I was going to show him an April Fools joke of my own.

"Actually, you know what? I like it better this way."

I pulled the tiny triangles back up for some barely there coverage. My dad watched attentively as I positioned my giant tits back into his naughty trick top, then I said defiantly, "I am going to walk the beach and see what pops up!"

I headed out the large french doors to the beach, looking back briefly to catch Daddy stumbling to catch up with me, his giant erection tenting his swimsuit.

"I see your swimsuit is getting a bit small as well."

By the time Daddy caught up to me, I was bouncing down the beach in my obscene micro bikini waving and smiling to everyone I saw. Daddy had a big smile the whole time, though I refused to even acknowledge him.

I can't believe he punked me. I just have to get him back.

When we got back to the villa, Daddy jumped in the shower and I took a chance to jump on his phone, looking for a way to get him back. That's when I saw my mom had left him a voice message while we were out.

"Hi Honey, just letting you know I am in New York now because something came up at the main office only I can handle I guess. So, I did not expect to be here, but here I am... Oh well, hope you made it okay to the villa. Don't worry about me. Just enjoy yourself! One of us should be having fun!"

I could not believe my good fortune. I played it again, recording it on my phone, then I quickly erased it from my Dad's phone just before he stepped out of the shower.

Phew.

That night I waited until I heard Daddy's tell-tale light snoring and tippy-toed into his bedroom, stopping at the foot of his bed to watch him for a moment. He was in a deep sleep.

Smiling, I slipped under the covers for my retribution prank.

Daddy slept naked so I slithered up to his cock and began kissing it gently.

He started to stir. "Laura, you feel so good."

Perfect!

He already thought I was Mommy! I took my mouth off his cock for a moment and hit play on my phone and my mother's voice rang out, "So, I did not expect to be here, but here I am..."

I quickly took my father's hardening dick back in my mouth, trying not to laugh. I tickled his balls and took him deeper into my throat.

The muffled sound of my mother's voice had been convincing enough and Daddy was now fully under my spell. I had given lots of blow jobs to boys, but this was the first time I felt the manly weight of a man's cock in my mouth and it was so different and amazing. I felt like even though I was the one doing all the sucking and licking and kissing, I somehow felt like the cock was in charge of me and not the other way around. My Daddy's taste was so delicious and I was so into it, sliding my lips and tongue up and down his solid shaft I almost didn't hear what my Dad said next.

"Baby, come on up and say 'hello.' You don't have to do that right away..." His protest was unconvincing and I stopped him in his tracks by taking the whole thing all the way down my throat as far as possible while my tongue polished his jumbo dick and I tickled his balls and ass with my nails.

He was squirming and twitching out of control.

Perfect. I pulled up and pressed play again, and again my mother's voice filled my little fort under the sheets.

"Just enjoy yourself!"

I quickly deep throated my father again, gagging and choking on his hard throbbing dick, and apparently that was all Dad needed to fully give into the pleasure of my mouth. He raised his hips up to go deeper down my throat, streaming pre cum into my mouth while I gave him the most wild and enthusiastic blow job possible. He was under the spell of my mouth and tongue, and huge tits, trembling and trying to catch his breath. The tip of his dick became so hot and swollen I knew he was about to blow, so I gave him one long lick from his balls to his tip and flipped the blanket off to reveal who he was really getting a blow job from!

"April Fools, Daddy!!!"

Daddy blinked and stared and gasped and shook. He looked at me kneeling above him, wearing my too-small bikini and smiling with a mouthful of Daddy's seed I had been collecting.

"Baby, what did you do? I... I... didn't. I need to... you are very... ¨

"Clever? April Fools, Daddy or April fools Daddy. You chose my name. You asked for it, Daddy."

Daddy grabbed his cock and furiously jacked himself off while he watched my huge glorious tits squeeze out the sides of my tiny top for less than three seconds before cumming all over the place.

"And I am going to ask for it again, my beautiful daughter. Get over here!"

I jumped in next to him, laughing and kissing him.

"Of course Daddy, this is exactly where I want to be. Your little April is no fool!"