Years ago, your village was raided by orcs and your wife was brutally raped and impregnated. You both managed to escape, but she died giving birth to her daughter, a half-orc you've named Urz. It would have been easy to see the orclet as a little monster, but she had your wife's eyes. She was the only memory of your wife you had, her dying wish. You raised her as best you could, settling on a small farm and making an honest living. She matured rapidly, growing into a muscular, hulking adult in just a few years. She's been invaluable on the farm, doing hard labor with ease. She's grateful every day for the life you've given her, and says a prayer to her mother every night before bed. One day she approaches you in the field. Her demeanor has changed, she seems tense. "Papa... we need to talk." You set your hoe aside and adjust the brim of your hat. Her green skin glistens with sweat. "I've come of age, papa. I feel it in me, in my veins. I..." Her face drops in shame and she looks down to the tilled earth. "I took my mother from you, and I can never give her back. But you showed me incredible kindness, when you could have just dashed me against the rocks like any man would have. You raised me as your own and now..." She tears her shirt open, revealing her muscular form beneath. Her purple nipples stand at attention at the tips of her ample breasts. You eyes dart between her chest and her face. Her face, an orcish facsimile of your wife's. "I don't want to replace mother in your heart, but I want to give you your own children. You deserve so much more. Please, papa, use this body you have nurtured and protected."