Getting down to Business

"We want to see you fucking a man. Namely Jacob!"

"But... but I'm a man and Jacob is... my son. You know this. This was just an experiment... I was just trying something new for science". Walter looks at his son, with a pleading look in his eyes. C'mon son, he thinks, neither of us want this.

To Walter's shock though, Jacob was just standing there grinning at him. Next the mentioned dropped his pants only to reveal...a hardening cock. Walter gasped. His son was much bigger than he'd ever been. His female body also reacted, knowing that this movement meant that soon Jacob would be thrusting that enormous hammer inside of his father's pussy. Walter still bit his lips and denied. "No son, c',mon, we can't. I'm your father, even if I have a cunt... you can't put your big fat, throbbing cock deep in mommy... I mean daddy's vagina." The clinical language was belied by Walter's almost begging voice. He locked eyes with his son, both not wanting him to proceed, and daring him to go further. "Be good to your dad."

"I don't see my dad here, just Valerie, the next door slut... Or what do you think?" Jacob looked at me.

"Valerie has some nice T&A!" I smirked.

"I told you, son. Please. I am your father." Walter stood up, which would usually have been much taller. At this point he was shorter than his son, in his female body. "I am your dad! Treat me as your dad... daddy please." Walter winced. He knew that the last slip was a mistake. Now he was looking at two men with the patrol... and the patrol was allowed to do whatever they wanted in the face of perversion.

"Please son, I was just trying this for science!" he repeated.

"Well, you could try blowing a dick for science then!" I chuckled.

"For science?" Walter asked. Both men nodded. Walter was unsure, but got down on his... her knees. He looked up, still worried. It's not that he wanted this... but what else could he do?

"I suppose that's one way to test this," he said. "Who's first?"