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Askim was never the type to ask for much on Father's Day, if anything at all.

His family was small and tightly woven, and thanks to the blessings of hard work and steady jobs, there were very few needs in the house that weren't taken care of on a daily basis. He actually struggled to find something meaningful for Asker every Mother's Day; she was every bit as able to go out and get herself a gift as he was able to come up with something original for her.

A Sunday off from work was the kind of blessing that no amount of money could buy, and sleeping in until almost noon was a greater gift than his wife could have thought to get him.

She also wasn't there to get him anything in the first place.

"Mrn...n-nothing better than waking up to Mother Nature's alarm," he groaned as his arms stretched overhead. The pressure against his bladder from the night of drinking before and the ticklish warmth of the sunlight upon his comforter were a nicer combination than any alarm. He was disappointed that he didn't smell any food cooking in the kitchen downstairs, but there was another scent occupying his nostrils and putting a quick smile on his face.

There was something mingled in the aroma as he patted the comforter, letting his open palm rest on the curve of a feminine shape below. He was sure that he could smell arousal, but the scent of his wife wasn't the only thing taunting his senses.

"If you have to pee that badly, you'd better get in there before you make a mess of the bed."

The voice was so similar to Asker's that his sleepy eardrums were almost fooled, and the cobwebs in his mind took a moment longer to shake.

"I get the impression that you'd want me to make a mess of the bed...Gertie."

His daughter rolled over, already wearing a playful grin and a pair of narrowed, eager eyes. "It's your bed, Dad. Not really my problem if you decide to spring a leak."

"You wouldn't run the laundry for me? I'm starting to think Father's Day is some kind of a joke..."

"The only joke is that your daughter is naked in your bed, giving you literal 'fuck me' eyes, and you're more concerned with doing the laundry."

Gertie inherited her aggressive behavior in the bedroom from her mother, and this wasn't the first time that she'd employed it over her impressionable father. Given her comfort and nudity, Askim could assume that his wife wasn't in the house; she likely wasn't in town at all.

"I'd say that a man has to have his priorities in order...but before you get insulted and think that I care more about laundry than giving you a new case of rug burn, might I remind you that we're not supposed to do this kind of thing anymore?"

A product of incest herself and an example of just what a wonderful person could be raised by a well-meaning couple, Gertie wasn't ignorant of the fact that society would frown heavily on her birthright. She could only imagine how they would respond further if they knew she'd bedded her own father more than once, and it was only recently that she'd told her husband, Felan, that such events had occurred in the past.

That fateful night was _supposed_to only be a single night, but there were small dalliances in the years that followed, as father and daughter both did all that they could to resist, ignore and deny their temptations.

"Not like we can do it right now, anyway. You still have to pee first."

A paw that came to rest upon a warm, tender sack and twinkling orbs that could turn the greatest of men into mush were Gertie's own weapons of that very same temptation; Askim, despite his greater experience and self-control, was no match for them.

"Finding out new things about yourself even now, are you?"

Resting a thumb against the smooth underside of a small, canine tip, Gertie playfully rubbed her digits against his emerging cock, hoping to ease more of it from his sheath before he finally found relief. "Is that such a bad thing? You're the one who always encouraged me to grow as a person," Gertie reminded him. "I find something new that I'm into almost every week, and go figure, Felan can't keep up with all the kinks I'm finding."

"Sounds like you still need to whip him into shape."

"And I will," she promised, "But in the meantime, you're not really gonna pass up on a chance to pee all over my chest, are you?"

It wasn't until Gertie mentioned her chest that Askim noticed a strange amulet hanging around her neck, settled just above the enticing valley of her cleavage. "Sort of an odd gift to give for Father's Day, but I'm not gonna complain," he replied simply. "I suppose the boy got you that amulet for your birthday?"

"N-no," Gertie stammered, a rare occurrence for her in her adult years. "I got this from a different friend, but Felan seems to like the way it looks on me."

"I guess he's got _some_taste, then."

"He does, but he's got no idea what he's about to miss out on."

Beyond that their every interaction was an incestuous coupling, Askim and Asker had been through a ringer of fetishes in their marital bed. If the sheets could talk, the stories that they'd tell would be nothing short of debauchery and hedonism, and yet, Askim was finding a way to take things one step further as his daughter rolled over in the sheets and splayed on her back.

Breasts gently bounced and settled as she looked up at her father, admiring the gracefully aging expression of the larger canine and shamelessly allowing her eyes to devour the sight of him. No matter how much older he became, he was still one of the most attractive men she'd ever known, and though her marriage was happy, she was glad to be able to count on him for more than just fatherly affection.

"If this is the kind of thing that you only want to share with your old man, I guess we can keep that arrangement," he offered. "Just don't let me find you on your knees in a glory hole downtown or something."

"I've got _some_standards, Dad."

Askim smirked. "And I'm glad I still meet them."

While she stored the idea of meeting her father in a glory hole for another day, Gertie pushed her paws up under her modest bust, pushing her chest up and making a truly desirable target for her older relative. "No telling how much longer you will," she teased. "Better hurry up and do this thing before I change my mind!"

Her hurried attitude and eager lust was nothing new to Askim, so there was no other thoughts in his mind than painting her with his scent as he knelt before her in the comforter. Holding the tip of his member and pointing it down, he let out a long, quiet sigh as heat trickled down from the head of his cock, spilling over her torso in dribbling spots until the stream reached full strength.

The sight of golden juices spilling between her breasts and seeping over neck was one that Askim would gladly keep for his next day home alone, and the relief he felt came with utter relaxation on the inside...and smooth, liquid warmth on his chest.

That's weird. Feels like someone's spilling something on my shoulders.

Askim was sure that they were alone in the bedroom, but that didn't stop him from looking back over his shoulder to see if Asker was hiding; the idea that his wife was in on their little secret all along was arousing even more than he'd expected, but when his head turned, he didn't see the wall behind him.

Somehow, he saw the comforter.

"I always kinda wondered what it would be like to feel pee coming out of me this way...it's...weird. Like it has to travel further before it gets out of the body? Still kinda nice, though. I can see why you guys are always talking about what a relief this is!"

There was no doubt that Askim was hearing his own voice, but rather than hearing it first from his own ears, he felt as though he was listening to a recording of himself, with new ears that could pick out all the things he hated about his tone.

Even though his brain could wager a guess at what had happened, and even when he was sure that he whiffed warm, salty mess on the air, he didn't think he could _believe_the hypothesis he was coming to.

"Pretty sure you've always been able to pee, Gertie."

"Not with a dick, though!"

The change in perspective was so jarring that Askim felt a brief wave of nausea, as if he'd gone halfway through the loop of a rollercoaster, only for the ride to break while the cars were upside down. A paw came to cover his face as his brain commanded it, but his digits were smaller and daintier, with claws that were kept better than he ever cared for his own.

Am I...peeing on myself somehow?

Sure enough, Askim was looking up at his own body, raining down on another body with a slowly dying stream of the last of his bladder. He was still sure that there were only two people in the house at that moment, and somehow, he was staring up at his own body, hardly recognizing his own grin.

Paws immediately flew to the soft, familiar bumps of flesh upon his chest, but it was no longer _his_chest. A quick squeeze and fondle made it plainly obvious that Askim was groping Gertie's breasts, but the angle the paws came from didn't make any sense.

He was putting the pieces together, but he was still working on believing what had just become his reality.

"So...that's what it's like to be wet. It's kinda like I'm sweating from the inside..."

Gertie snickered above her father. "It takes some getting used to, for sure. The first time it happened to me, I honestly worried that I'd peed myself a little bit, but once I knew what to do with it...I was fingering myself all the time."

Hearing the explanation was undeniably arousing, but where Askim was used to feeling a throb run through his cock, he instead noticed a strange, warm tingle between his smaller thighs and a pressure from within, centering around his daughter's clit.

In that moment, it was his clit, and nothing could prevent curiosity from placing a digit against the clitoral hood and pressing against it.

"I can s-see why," Askim stuttered as he swirled a fingertip in slow, easy circles over the velvety flesh. Touching the nub itself was almost painful so early on, but as he explored other parts of his own daughter's body, allowing claws to rake over the thinner fur at her pubic mound, he found that warming up wasn't just something wanted, but needed.

"A little too intense for you yet?" Gertie asked, her normally dainty giggle replaced with the gruff, hearty chuckle that Askim was used to hearing from himself. "Figures that you'd go right for the clit, but...I can't take my paw off of your junk, either."

"So really, nothing's changed," Askim teased, even when he was looking up at his own body, possessed by the spirit of his daughter. "I don't suppose that this amulet has something to do with all of this...whatever this is?"

"I guess you could say that," Gertie agreed. "And nothing is really gonna change, either: I'm still gonna fuck my daddy for Father's Day, but I don't think this is quite what he was anticipating."

"That would be a _grand_understatement, yes."

Knowing that it was supposed to be his day, Gertie looked down at her own body, now occupied by the same man that raised her, and couldn't help the sensation of arousal that came along with it. She'd never known the strange, internal throb that came along with a cock growing stiffer with each beat of her heart, but for the first time, she was taking in air and exhaling, shocked at how powerful her father's abdomen really was.

To feel it on the receiving end of his thrusts was one thing, but to clench those muscles with novice effort and watch her member twitch almost instantaneously was truly thrilling.

"If you're not sure about this, we really don't have to," Gertie offered. "I can switch us back anytime, but...you can't tell me you've never been curious about what it would be like."

"I'm pretty sure that's why they invented pegging," Askim joked. "I guess this would be a little more authentic, though."

"I can promise that there's nothing like it, and I think you'll agree that the view is pretty wonderful."

The idea of finding himself attractive on anything more than a self-impressing level was weird for Askim, but looking up at his own body gave him an appreciation for how well he'd taken care of himself into his late 40's. His mile times were down and his abs weren't quite the chiseled columns that they once were, but everything was still in working order, down to the last detail.

There was just one thing left, if he was going to go through with his daughter's wild idea.

"Just...let me grab a condom f-

"Nu uh," Gertie interrupted him, leaning over in his body and putting his greater mass and strength to work. "You're in my body, which means that I still have to consent to those choices...and I damn sure don't consent to putting one of those nasty cock socks inside of me."

Before Askim ever had a chance to reach the nightstand, his wrists were wrapped up tight in a large, powerful grip that he only then realized he'd taken for granted. Gertie's frame was smaller, to the point that her possession of his body gave her full control over the one she used to have, as if she was pulling the strings on two puppets and putting on a show for him.

She'd always been happy to be pinned down and reamed by her father, even for the pure, carnal sake of having her heat quenched and her nerves soothed.

This time, she was going to see if she could unlock something more in him, as she leaned over his quivering figure and pinned him down, trapping her old body against the mattress and keeping him pinned there as she drew closer.

"You're probably thinking you're gonna have to guide me through this, aren't you?"

To be looking up at Gertie from the missionary pose instead of looking down at her and controlling it was quite the twist for Askim, who gulped quietly, but couldn't deny the extra moisture gathering at tender, pouted folds. The sensation of _becoming_wet was one that he was never sure he'd be able to fully adjust to, but moisture begot moisture, and pressure begot pressure, as Askim became filled with a need to feel something more than body weight.

"I thought I could give you a couple of pointers, yeah."

"You're not the first one I've used this amulet on," Gertie confirmed. "You might not have any experience being a girl...but I've got plenty of experience being a guy. You just might end up learning a little something from me!"

There was intense heat, followed by a chill as precum dripped down from Gertie's cock, spilling over the thin, neatly kept pubic fur around Askim's cunt. Their spirits were swapped as much as their bodies, filling Askim's old form with the unquenchable lust that Gertie was naturally blessed with.

He didn't know that his member was capable of producing so much volume before it was even properly touched, but there was no need for either of them to warm up any further.

A single brush of a tapered, canine tip against slick labia confirmed that, but Gertie didn't need to treat her father with the same tender, gentle touch that he'd given her when he took her virginity. She was a full grown woman who knew her body inside and out, with flesh that was the master print to her topographer.

She was merely torn between giving her father all of the answers of where he should touch, and watching him struggle to climax as he tried to learn the intricacies of a woman's form.

"I'm honestly s-scared of the thought," Askim claimed, trying to tear himself away from his own gaze as his daughter used to a level of effectiveness that he could only hope to later replicate. "To think...m-my own daughter could learn more about how to fuck in a few afternoons than I d-did in a lifetime..."

"It's been more than a few afternoons," Gertie corrected him. She punctuated her point with a deep, sharp thrust, moving her hips forth and up, knowing the inside of her own vaginal cavity so well that she could adjust her angle just at the right moment to effortlessly strike her g-spot. "You can learn a lot about yourself by masturbating, sure...but there's nothing quite like knowing what to look for from the other side."

Years and years of a happy marriage didn't come from romance and affection alone. Askim was sure that he'd been satisfying Asker since the very first time that they made love, but after feeling the pressure, girth and delicious stroke of a talented member on the inside, he briefly questioned if he could do even more to satisfy his wife.

That such a thought only came as his daughter used his own body against him was odd, but theirs was no ordinary family.

Judging by the wide, eager grin and the slight grimace on her expression, Gertie felt the same; she was happy to add another chapter to their unusual relationship as she eased her hips back, resisting the urge to go into a hammering pace just yet.

"I can see...n-no, I can feel_what you mean," Askim let out a sigh of quivering relief as he found his daughter's body to be well-adjusted to the impressive thickness of his natural blessing. "If you angle it up just a little bit at the start of the thrust, you hit a _reaaaaaally nice sweet spot!"

"If I hit a few more times, you're probably gonna squirt all over the bed."

"After peeing all over it, y-you really think I care?"

"You honestly think I'd stop, even if you did?"

What started as a latent sense of dominance in their first interaction blossomed a little bit more each time Askim and Gertie were together, like a watered seed in rich dirt. She did her best to take the lead role between them only once during that first weekend, but more often than not, she found herself wanting nothing more than to climb atop her father's lap, pin him down and put him in his place.

With his own body as the vessel, she was taking the domineering role further than she ever imagined she'd get to, and much to her delight, her father's body had _ample_endurance for the act.

"You'd really just keep fucking my tight, wet little cunt, even if I begged you to stop?"

It seemed that Gertie wasn't able to override every part of her father's brain, as even the first of those words made her slow her pace. By the end of the statement, she was worried that she'd end up knotting her own body long before either one of them was ready, and through it all, Askim was grinning up at her, playing the role of a teasing submissive to perfection.

She didn't want to admit that she was loving the idea of her father taking control and putting her on her knees, but for the moment, she was only on them so she could pound even harder into a willing canine...one that just happened to be her own body.

"We both know _damn_well that's exactly what you want," Gertie fired back at him and reclaimed her pace, driving her hips forth with such force that Askim's breasts heaved, but scarcely had a chance to settle. The rapid, hammering speed was finally going to make an appearance, and Gertie was thrilled to feel Askim's body holding up to the task as she leaned in closer, adding delightful pressure to the already controlling weight on his wrists. "And since it's Father's Day, you'd better believe that's exactly what I'm gonna give you!"

Juices spilled forth, coating the throbbing cock anew and giving Gertie such an easy time penetrating her father that she nearly slipped out from his depths. Precum was already gracing the insides of an eager cavity, but for the incestuous pair, that was only the middling portion of the messes they would share; Askim was already covered in his own urine, and he was planning to turn the tables on Gertie when she least expected it, knowing she had a full bladder of her own.

In that moment, however, he held onto the pressure, finding it somehow heightened the delight of every pass that his daughter offered.

"Never thought y-you'd give me that gift l-like this," Askim was struggling to keep his words in order more than he usually would.

He knew that there would be adjustments to come along with occupying his daughter's form, but where sex as a man was an incredible sensation centered around one area, he found Gertie's body was coming alive with other sensations, as if he was hitting the high of a potent drug. Inner walls were starting to clench and squeeze on their own, just as he'd expected, but the ping of sensitive nerves at the tip of each nipple was a welcome surprise.

Even as they produced their own tickle, butterflies gathered in his tummy and fluttered around, as if his internal organs were twisting up in the kind of knots a child experienced when talking to their crush. Even fingers and toes were buzzing with sensations that hardly made sense, and all of it was pushing Askim closer and closer to a release that was entirely familiar to him, and yet, completely new and different.

"Didn't w-want to get you the same old thing," Gertie admitted, having always wanted to impress her father on the one day of the year that he was supposed to matter most. "And I know y-you've never had this before!"

Hearing those grunts and pauses and knowing what they meant, Askim readied himself, thinking that it would be any second that he'd feel the rush of warmth in the pits of the womanhood he was borrowing. He only ever lost control of his voice when he was on the verge, and Gertie's face was twisted up with sexual frustration at being brought to the edge so quickly.

He'd be glad to tell her that she'd already lasted longer in his body than he'd ever been able to with her, but she was putting her all into the gift that she'd prepared for him: it was impossible for him not to feel loved, knowing that.

"I haven't," Askim confirmed her thoughts. "But if I was going to share a day like...w-well, like this with anyone, I'd want it to be my o-one and only little girl..."

Their bodies were swapped, and their spirits were in new houses, but nothing changed the natural fact of their relationship. At the end of the day, they were still father and daughter, and there were still things that Askim could say to reduce his daughter to a quivering mess on command.

Doing it right as she felt the deep, controlling twitch of an orgasmic release might have been unfair, but the pleasure that left Gertie panting for air was something she wouldn't _dare_to complain about.

"Seems your little girl has b-become quite the handful," Gertie managed a single, grunting taunt before she slammed her hips forth and nearly drove her old body off of the bed, pummeling Askim into a delightful submission and forcing him to try and throw his arms around her neck...but she didn't dare to give him that kind of relief. "Still t-think you can handle her?"

It was rare that Askim allowed himself to moan with abandon, even when he was bedding his wife. He preferred to keep his pleasures masked by deep, thick growls instead of letting out passionate cries, but right as something flipped inside of his stomach, he remembered that he wasn't in his own body.

He wasn't having his usual orgasm, and as far as he was concerned, that meant he didn't have to react in the usual way.

"N...no..." he whimpered, trying to grit his fangs and fight back a pleasured moan. He knew those efforts were fruitless, and having nothing to grab onto made it that much worse as every nerve ending in his body reacted. Legs kicked up and wrapped around Gertie's lower back, keeping her tightly entrenched within him and forcing her to shorten her stride, but that didn't give him the relief that he needed to relax.

Only the deep, rapid thrusts from his own daughter were able to finally break a seal within him, aiding him to the first full-body orgasm he'd ever known. "I can't handle her...c-can't take her...anymore! Fuck! I'm, I t-think I'm cumming!" he shouted out, his voice raising a chorus to the heavens and filling the empty house with the echo of a pleasure that he'd only ever been able to wonder about, before.

From within, he could feel moisture that was somehow slicker and warmer than before easing down from his vaginal cavity, a sensation that he worried might be lost in a sea of other pleasures. Much to his delight, every single detail was given just enough time to be appreciated: from the sensitive tingle at the perk of his nipples, down to the quiver of his toes as claws tried to dig into Gertie's back... nothing was taken for granted.

He only hoped that he ever made Gertie feel the kind of ecstasy that he was high on right then, but a new, rushing heat made it clear that he was already returning the favor.

"Oh, you _definitely_just soaked my cock," Gertie teased him as she watched the bulb of her knot spreading his labia farther apart. "There's no mistaking that feeling...or the one that I'm about to feel."

It wasn't her first orgasm in a male body, but Gertie was never adequately prepared for the finality of the male release. With her body, there were plenty of times where masturbation, or even sex didn't lead to a climax, and it didn't need to: there wasn't a burgeoning sensation of relief that needed to be achieved, and sometimes the act itself was all the payoff that was needed.

In a male form, she'd never been able to keep herself from absolutely flooding her own body.

Pressure built near the pit of her stomach and swelling, throbbing notes moved through her sack with such force that even if she had pulled out, it would have already been too late. The idea of forcing her father's body to soak her own with a hail of seed was enticing enough, but she'd gotten to experience the feel of her own cum pouring back over her member more than once before; she was already getting addicted to the sensation.

Even though she knew it was coming, she still winced her eyes shut and bit down tightly on her father's neck, drawing an adorable squeak from him as her knot finally gained the glorious entry that it was so desperate for.

"O-oh, t...that's...soothing..." Askim could feel the individual spurts of cum as they gushed up through the vaginal passage and into his womb, splashing around inside of his body with such force that he wished he could see down through his own torso to watch the show. "Fucking hell, t...that's like morphine..."

As if he was melting into the bed, Askim finally went limp, his wrists no longer struggling against Gertie's overwhelming strength. His legs slumped down over her hips and went motionless against the bed, save for the occasional twitch of orgasmic aftershock.

It wasn't as intense as the very start, but such a long, drawn experience made Askim wonder if he was ever going to come back down from cloud nine.

"Told you that you'd appreciate it," Gertie reminded him, watching as her father's pubic mound twitched in response to the deep, powerful throbs of a constantly gushing cock. "I mean, this has to be the best Father's Day gift ever, right?"

"That...depends..." Askim didn't realize just how tough it would be to form a complete thought after being so completely stuffed and satisfied. "On a couple things."

"Never knew you'd be so hard to please," she joked. "Just what things are those?"

"Well, for starters...how much time do we have?"

**

It was more than once that Askim had gotten out of bed in the morning and found his wife in their shower, holding the showerhead to her crotch and shooting him a sultry glare that was almost mad at him for sleeping in.

He'd tried using it on himself a couple of times, but it simply didn't carry the same effectiveness for him as it did for his wife.

"J-j-just how many times did y-you get off this way? Fuck! I t-think I'm cumming again!"

Still borrowing Gertie's body and leaning into his own corporeal figure, he felt the delightful pressure of each setting as the water splashed against his clit and soaked down his folds, all while the tip of a freshly stiffened member pushed against her entrance from the backside angle.

"Why do you think I took such longer showers when I was younger...?"

It should have been obvious to Askim, who worried that he was a little too fond of possessing his daughter's body. The female orgasm was still a wondrous thing to him, able to hit quickly and leave just as easily, or taking forever to build, only to draw out in a long, satisfying finish that never truly seemed to end.

In the shower, grinding against the wonderful jets and bucking onto his daughter's cock, Askim was losing count of just how many times he'd felt what could only be described as palpable bliss.

"Naughty girl..." he groaned, looking back up at his daughter with a narrowed, lustful stare. "I think she needs to be punished..."

Nearly jealous of her father, Gertie contemplated switching back with him...but there was plenty of daylight left.

"Fine," she murmured, holding Askim's breasts tight and pulling his body in closer. "But only because it's Father's Day."