Like Father, Like Daughter Ch. 01

*NOTE: All characters depicted within are 18 years or older.*

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Brigid sat on the edge of her bed, fidgeting nervously. A quick glance at her alarm clock showed that only 10 minutes had passed, yet she felt as if she had been there for an eternity. This wasn't the first time she'd been in trouble, everyone got into some mischief growing up. But this wasn't like the time she dinged the car or got caught breaking curfew. The suspension would be bad enough, but having her father find out why? She felt as if she could just die from embarrassment. Brigid idly twirled a lock of reddish-brown hair around her finger, wondering just how her father would react. Would he be furious? Disappointed? No matter what, she just couldn't help but fear the worst. All of the sudden, she heard the knob turn, causing her heart to skip a beat. Whatever his reaction would be, she was about to find out.

"Brigid?" came Owen's voice from the other side. There was no hint of anger in his voice. As a matter of fact, Brigid couldn't hear any strong emotions in it at all. While he had turned the knob, he hadn't opened the door just yet. Polite to the last. "May I come in sweetie?"

"Y-yes daddy." she didn't feel she had much of a choice. One way or another they were going to have to discuss it. Right on cue, he pushed the door open and slowly walked in. Owen Leigh wasn't the sort of man you expected to be a curator; He was a tall man of about 6'5", with a large well-toned musculature one would expect to see on a male model or an MMA fighter. His burgundy red hair was long and flowing, with an equally red beard neatly tied in a braid. The only feature that remotely fit the part were the reading glasses adorning his face, magnifying his emerald green eyes. One could mistake him for a metal singer or some kind of barbarian out of time. His appearance belayed the nurturing gentleman that had raised her single handedly almost her entire life.

"I suppose you know why I'm here." He continued.

"Yes..."

"So, what happened?" Brigid was a little surprised by this question.

"Y-you read the note, you know what happened!" she exclaimed as she turned away.

"I read the note, but that only tells me what the teachers think." He replied calmly. "I want to hear what happened from you."

"Well... it was like this..." she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. "It was during lunch. I was hanging out with Oscar Jones, y'know from the wrestling team?"

"Oh yes." Owen nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, I was helping him with his History homework, and we finished pretty early. So, we went around to the old gym where he um... he offered me a joint. I...I tried it out and I ended up feeling pretty funny. Suddenly we started kissing, one thing led to another and before we knew it we were um... We were..." she swallowed hard. "having sex." She whispered. "Someone must have uh... must have heard me- heard something. The teachers came in, started shouting and. Well... you know."

As she finished her story, Brigid turned away from her father, turning a bright crimson shade in embarrassment as she prepared for his reaction. She expected loud rage or quiet disappointment, but never would she expect to hear her father let loose a quiet chuckle. It took her a good moment to regain her composure enough to ask a question. "W-what? What's so funny?"

"Oh, it's just..." his chuckling escalated into full on laughter. "You're just so like your mother I forgot for a moment you weren't her."

"Ah-bwha-wh- "Brigid's grasp of the English language was momentarily overridden by her bewilderment.

"Oh sorry, I guess I should explain." Owen's laughter subsided. "Surely you noticed our age difference is only about 18 years. Your mother and I were your age when you were... well, you know."

"W-well... yes I figured that out." She replied sheepishly. "But I thought that well, you know... you were dating in high school."

"Partially true..." Owen continued, reminiscing fondly. "We were a couple romantically, but that was only the half of it. Back then your mother had quite the..." he struggled to find a delicate way to put this to his daughter "voracious appetite. As a matter of fact, she was- "he stopped himself short.

"She was what?" For some reason, Brigid's embarrassment had faded with these revelations. Perhaps she could pick up on the underlying cause her father was implying.

"She was..." he sighed. There was no avoiding it. "She was diagnosed as a breeder." Brigid visibly recoiled in shock.

"A-a breeder?!" she exclaimed in surprise. She'd only heard about them before, some strange mutation that sprung up in the human population without any explanation about 20 years ago. Those who carried it were marked with (among other things) a massively increased libido, enormously sized sexual characteristics (penis and testicles for men, breasts hips and rear for women), a great increase in fertility and a shortened gestation period. "Mom?!"

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Owen chuckled softly. "I suppose I might as well tell you, both of us were." Brigid was struck speechless for a few moments.

"But...but that means..." she broke the silence as she came to a startling realization.

"Yes." Owen looked away sheepishly. "It's a hereditary trait, that makes you one too." Again, Brigid found herself unable to speak. It was a shock to her system to be sure, her mind raced rapidly as she tried to process it. A breeder? It seemed unreal, the mutation may have increased exponentially worldwide, but it was still incredibly rare. Yet, so much of it made sense; now that she'd reached 18 it was clear that she had...developed more than the other girls. Although she hadn't grown exceptionally tall, only about 5'1", the rest of her certainly had. Her massive breasts were usually the first thing anyone noticed about her, each one was about the size of a basketball, yet still perfectly round and firm in what seemed to be an open defiance of the laws of gravity. Though her waist remained quite slender, her wide hips jutted outward past the span of her shoulders, with an equally expansive derriere supported by strong thighs. Even her lips were full and plump, seemingly naturally inclined to a pouty expression. And as much as she was afraid to admit it, her sexual appetite was incredibly strong. Brigid found herself pleasuring herself several times a day and still wanting more, already she had worn out 3 boyfriends before graduation (her last one had even called her "his succubus") and probably would have drained Oscar dry if she hadn't been interrupted. "I'm sorry blossom." Her father's apology snapped her out of her introspection. He must have been remorseful, he rarely called her that anymore. "I didn't know how to tell you. I mean, you never had a chance to remember her and... and I didn't want to ruin how you saw your mother. I figured eventually I'd get to it but..." His voice was growing increasingly flustered

"Dad!" she exclaimed, placing her hand on his shoulder. "It's alright!" she soothed. "I know you did what you had to do. I'm just...I'm just relieved you're not mad."

"Mad? No! No of course not!" Owen replied. "Why would I be?"

"Well..." Brigid began to giggle a little, laughing at how absurd this situation had become. "Most dads would be if they heard their daughter got caught having sex."

"Oh!" Owen began to join in on it. "Not at all! You're all grown up now and just following your natural urges. If anything, I'm proud you've grown into such a lovely young woman!" Brigid blushed brightly at that statement.

"D-Dad!" she exclaimed in embarrassment.

"I mean it." Owen soothed. "You're beautiful sweetie. You look just like your mother when she was your age. Your hair's the same, your eyes are the same, your- "he stopped himself. "Well, you get the idea."

Brigid blushed an even deeper red, turning her head away from her father. Something seemed different now that she knew the truth of her condition. Her father had always been a kind sweet man, the best dad he could possibly be. Of course she loved him like a daughter should, and yet... something about him was drawing her closer. She gently and subtly shuffled closer to him on the bed, until her wide hips finally met with his. Brigid took a deep breath and turned her gaze upwards to Owen. "Daddy..." she whispered softly "You um...said you were a breeder too didn't you?"

"Yes. Yes I did." He replied sheepishly. Brigid looked him up and down. Somehow, despite seeing him all the time, it felt as if this was the first time she was truly seeing him. Tall, rugged, muscular... she had to admit, her dad was the sort of man she liked.

"I um...I read about Breeder men." She continued, leaning into him. "They say that you have the same symptoms that we do."

"That's true." Owen admitted. Brigid's gaze now found itself drifting southward. Could he really be...?

"S-since I'm a Breeder too..." she whispered, leaning close until her head rested on his shoulder. "W-would you want me if I weren't your daughter?" Brigid's heart raced rapidly. What was she doing? Regardless of her heightened urges, he was still her father! Every part of her brain was telling her to stop, to play it off like a joke and break away from him. But her body just wouldn't listen no matter how much she tried. Brigid wasn't even sure if she wanted to stop. A long moment of silence hung over the room; Brigid was nearly paralyzed with fear for either answer.

"Of course I would." Owen muttered, turning a bright scarlet himself as he looked into her eyes.

"Then..." Brigid leaned upwards, bringing her face close to her father's. "Just for tonight; Could you pretend that I'm not?...Owen?" With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Timidly and softly at first, Brigid moved her lips against Owen's, kissing him over and over. When she felt him returning the kiss, and his hand on the back of her head, she began to grow bolder and more passionate. Before too long, both their lips had parted and their tongues entwined in a passionate dance.

Eventually, Brigid parted for air, planting one last kiss on Owen as she did. Without a word, broke from his embrace, stood up and began to undress herself. First to go was her shirt, unceremoniously pulled over her head and tossed aside. She smiled naughtily at Owen, growing increasingly bold. She spun around, moving her hips back and forth sensually. Unbuttoning her jeans, she bent over as she pulled them down, displaying her enormous booty like an animal waiting to be mounted. Brigid gave a quick shake before standing upright and turning back around. "Do you like what you see?" she purred.

"I do yes but..." Owen teased with a smirk.

"But...?" Brigid queried, pursing her lips into a noticeable pout.

"I think you're a little overdressed." He teased with a soft chuckle.

"You're right..." Brigid giggled. With that, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Once the straps were undone, she slid it down her shoulders and arms, before letting it fall to the ground. If her tits were amazing to behold when covered up, they were nothing short of spectacular uncovered. Big and round, they hung highly on her chest, with nary a mark to be seen. Perfectly pink nipples, surrounded by dollar coin sized matching areola, stood proudly in the chilly air. Wiggling her hips, she slid her panties down, revealing the perfectly smooth cleft of her pussy, sprinkled lightly with a fine mist of arousal. With a deep breath, she placed her hands on her hips, displaying her body proudly to her father. Another long moment of silence passed over the room. Owen's smirk then curled upward into a full-on smile.

"You're beautiful." With that, he leaned forward, placing his hands on Brigid's hips. He then lifted her up and gently threw her down onto the bed. Brigid squealed and giggled in delight and parted her legs almost entirely by instinct, her inhibitions completely gone. Wasting no time, Owen leaned his head in between her legs and dove straight in. He voraciously lapped and licked all around the mound, working his way closer and closer to the center every second. Soon, he reached his goal, and gently ran his tongue up and down her sensitive labia. Every now and then, he flicked his tongue back and forth on her engorged clit rapidly, sometimes tracing shapes. Brigid gasped loudly, in simultaneous surprise and pleasure. All her previous lovers had to be coerced into eating her out, they were always too eager to get straight to their own action. Yet, here her father was, not only doing it without asking but doing it amazingly. As if he was waiting for her cue, Owen then slid his tongue inside of her hot, wet pussy. He gently slid it back and forth, twirling around to rub at all her sensitive areas. Brigid's breathing grew more ragged and labored as her pleasure continued to escalate. Her pussy pulsed and quivered around Owen's tongue as it moved closer to orgasm. Somehow, Owen seemed to sense her pleasure spiking and increased his pace. Brigid's gasped and moaned squeezing her legs around Owen's head. Suddenly, she felt a tremendous rush starting from her core and spreading all throughout her body. She knew what was happening, and it was going to be a big one.

"D-Owen!! I'm...cumming!!" she squealed as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. Jolts of pleasure surged through her body, causing her to quiver in convulsions. Her voice rang loudly through the air, and her pussy released a steady spray of juices that splattered her father's face. Owen did not let up his assault, and continued to pleasure Brigid as she rode the high of her climax. Eventually, the sensations began to die down, and Brigid's voice fluttered back down to normal. She breathed heavily for a few moments, before finally opening her eyes and looking down between her thighs at her father's smiling face. "Oh...oh wow..." she gasped "That was incredible...

"She uncrossed her legs, releasing Owen from her clutches. "I've never met a boy that could eat pussy like that!"

"Years of practice sweetie." Owen laughed, leaning upwards to sit up on the bed.

"That's the difference between a boy and a man."

"Still..." Brigid purred, spinning around onto all fours and crawling towards Owen. "I think a man with that kind of skill deserves a reward..." she then crawled between his knees and begun to undo his pants. As she slowly pulled them down, her eyes drifted southward, and then began to grow as wide as saucers at what she saw. "Holy..."

What she saw between her dad's legs was unlike anything she'd ever imagined, let alone encountered. His cock hung low, going way past the length of her forearm and just about as thick. He was uncut, with the foreskin stretched very tightly around it, not quite enough to cover the head. Large pronounced veins ran all along it, pulsing every so often to supply the beast with blood. A horse would have gotten penis envy looking at him. Beneath the shaft hung a pair of enormous testicles, each one about the size of ripe tangerines, with not a hair to be seen on the sac. Brigid barely had enough time to process what she was seeing before her before a sudden realization dawned on her: He wasn't even fully hard. "How..." she gulped "How big?"

"Why don't you find out?" teased Owen with a smirk. Brigid looked back up, turning her expression into a nervous smile of her own. She always did like them big, but she'd never seen anything this large before, even in porn. That nagging voice in the back of her head was back, telling her it was too big, that she wouldn't be able to take it without being ripped in half. Without a second thought she leaned down and began to suck him off. Maybe she couldn't take it, but she was going to try.

Brigid kissed her way downward from the tip to the root. Once she reached the base, she moved downward slightly and gave two quick pecks on his massive orbs. Then she made her way back up to the tip. All the while she felt Owen's cock pulse with blood as it began to swell up to life. Right as she made it back, Brigid felt that she had nearly gotten him to full mast. With that, she opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, and engulfed the apple sized head within. Brigid felt her jaw ache like crazy as she stuffed her mouth full of cock. Still, she was able to keep her teeth away from the shaft if only barely. She pushed down, feeling the massive girth stretching her throat to its very capacity. All the while, she slathered everything she could with her tongue in a desperate attempt to lubricate it. Her gag reflex cried out in pain, only to quickly be silenced when she pushed down even further. Opening her eyes for a moment, Brigid stared down to see that she had only managed about two-thirds. Taking as deep a breath as she could, she pushed herself down as hard as she could, forcing the last third down her throat. She let out what would have been a triumphant squeal if her mouth and throat weren't completely filled with cock. After holding it there as long as she could, she pulled off, finding it difficult now that Owen had swollen to full size. Her throat surged with the pain of being stretched so wide. Once only the head was in her mouth, Brigid felt a sudden spurt from the tip. It was at least twice the volume of any boy she'd been with's load, and yet so thick and creamy. Her taste buds were bathed in a rich salty flavor that sent shivers down her spine, and she happily gulped it all down. When she had taken it all she pulled off, leaving her mouth open and her tongue out to show off that she'd swallowed.

"Mm..." she purred "That was delicious... I can't believe I made you cum so quickly!"

"Cum?!" Owen laughed loudly. "What do you take me for sweetie? That was pre-cum! My actual load is far larger than that." Brigid stared wide-eyed at Owen for a moment, then to his cock for conformation. It had not wilted in the slightest. Indeed, it was harder than she even thought was possible.

"How big...?" she repeated in a soft whisper. Without even waiting for an answer, she opened the drawer to her nightstand and fumbled through it. She soon produced a measuring tape she kept in it for her more sizable encounters. Brigid unraveled it and stretched across the length of her father's fearsome phallus. 10 inches...11...12... it just seemed to go on forever. Finally, it reached the end, her eyes once again growing wide with surprise at the result. "19 inches?!" she exclaimed.

"That's right." Owen said with a proud smirk. Brigid already had begun measuring the girth, showing signs of simultaneous excitement and arousal.

"4 inches wide!" she continued in a surprised tone. Brigid felt her pussy quickly grow wetter with an audible squelch of arousal. Even staring it right in the face, she could hardly believe it was real. Who knew her dream cock was so close to home all this time? "Do you um..." she bit her lip nervously. "Do you have a rubber?"

"No..." Owen admitted sheepishly. "I ah... haven't needed any in a long time. Don't you?"

"Not in your size..." Brigid shook her head. Her teeth sunk deeper into her lip as she weighed her options. She wasn't on the pill, and Breeders were notoriously fertile. Still... she had to have that monster inside her. Brigid then rolled over onto her back and opened up her legs. "Da-Owen..." she whispered "Make sure you pull out... okay?"

"I promise." Owen reassured her, climbing towards her. Taking his cock in one hand, he gently rubbed it back and forth across her mound, smearing her leaking juices and his precum around and drawing a soft moan from Brigid. Carefully, he drew the shaft downwards and aimed at her moist opening. He paused for a moment to look into her eyes one last time before they became one. "This is the last chance to back out sweetie... we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Brigid looked down between her legs for a moment, then up at him. She then took a deep breath and answered.