#mtm tf

You're the one that made me this way twig. I think you're fucking disgusting but you're the only one that can get me hard. I saw your little computer project, making me all fucking buff and shit, smell all musky and rank. You love that shit don't you? Fuck I hate even talking to you like this, I know you like it, I know it get's your little dick all hard hearing my deep ass voice tell you that I hate you. But I do genuinely hate you. I used to be a fucking wiz- full ride scholarship, all that shit, but now all you let me do now is go to the gym and fuck you. Girls can't even get me hard anymore it's fucking lame. Now come over here so I can release these balls, you've been blue balling me for too long.

He stood in that small apartment room, the ceiling light buzzing faintly above as sweat still glistened across every carved inch of the stolen body. His new hand—thick-fingered, veined, powerful—slid straight down the ripped abs and shoved the waistband low. The massive cock sprang free, already half-hard and heavy as fuck, the fat head glistening. He wrapped his fingers around the hot, throbbing shaft and gave it one long, slow pull from root to tip.

“Fuck… this is really happening. Yoshi’s thick cock in my hand… no, my cock now. So veiny, so heavy, I can barely close my grip around it.”

The trapped voice of the original owner exploded inside his skull, raw and furious. “Get the fuck out of my body right now, you sick freak! This is too weird!”

Adam just groaned low in the deep, resonant voice that now belonged to him and stroked again, slower, letting every ridge and vein slide under his palm.

“Too late, Yoshi. For now this perfect hunky body is all mine. Feel that? schlick The way it pulses? That’s me owning you.” Precum already leaked in a thick string from the wide slit, and he smeared it down the shaft with his thumb, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room. “Mmmph… so hot, so slick already. These balls are huge—full and low, swinging like they’re packed with weeks of cum. In my old scrawny body I never felt anything this heavy.”

He kept the pace deliberately slow, real-time, savoring every stolen sensation. His free hand roamed up to squeeze one massive pec, fingers sinking into the dense muscle.

“These tits are fucking ridiculous. So full, so heavy. Ohhhh yeahhh… they bounce when I stroke. Godddd, the weight of them…” He pinched the dark nipple hard, twisting, and the jolt shot straight to his cock, making it jump and spit more precum. “Ahhh—sensitive as hell. Uhhhnngh! Fuck yes, that zing right through the balls.”

Yoshi’s voice cracked with unwilling pleasure. “Stop—please—it feels too good… I can’t think straight…”

Adam laughed, deep and cocky, and brought his pumped arm up, burying his nose in the damp, hairy pit. He inhaled hard.

“Ohhh fuck, that musk… thick, salty, pure alpha stench. Hmmmmm yesss, It’s making my head spin and my cock leak even more. Smell it with me, Yoshi. This is what a real man reeks like, and I bet you never really noticed it before now.”

The trapped consciousness moaned despite himself. “N-no… that smell… it’s too strong…”

Adam stroked faster, the wet fap-fap-fap echoing.

“Exactly. Addictive. You wasted it and now it’s mine.”

He edged himself on purpose, slowing when the orgasm started to crest, letting the massive cock throb angrily in his fist, a long rope of precum dangling and dripping onto the floor.

“No no. Not yet. I want this load to be huge. Huuungghhh! Feel these balls pulling up? They’re so full it hurts—in the best way.” He flexed his free arm again, watching the bicep peak rise high and hard. “And look at this gun with those veins popping, muscle solid as rock. I used to jerk off to photos of you, you know? Now I am you hahahaha,”

Yoshi’s protests were getting breathier, breaking.

“I… I can feel everything… the stroke, the musk, the way the head flares… fuck, it’s too much… pleaseeee, get out of me!”

Adam answered out loud, voice husky with lust. “No can't do it, hottie. And that’s the point. Every stroke, every sniff, every flex is rewriting you. Straight little actor? Gone. Now you’re a horny, dominant muscle god who can’t stop touching himself. Imagine bending some pretty twink boy over and wrecking him with this monster. Or getting railed by a bigger stud while these pecs bounce. Fuck yeahhhh... the body wants it—needs it so bad.”

The mental image made the cock surge, another heavy spurt of precum. He brought the pit back to his nose and huffed while stroking hard.

“The musk mixed with my own precum… I could cum just from smelling myself.”

He edged twice more, stopping each time right on the brink, cock twitching violently, balls drawn up tight and aching. Sweat ran in rivulets down his chest, over the nipples, and down the deep cuts of his abs. He rubbed the sweat into his skin like lotion, then licked his own fingers.

“Oh yeah, salty… manly… tastes like power.”

Yoshi’s voice was barely a whisper now, broken with need. “Please… I can’t fight it anymore…”

Adam grinned, wide and feral.

“Now that's a good boy. Just give in. The old you is fading. I’m Yoshi Sudarso now—permanently. No going back.” He started the final climb, hand flying, hips snapping forward, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick loud and obscene. “Here it comes… balls boiling… Ahhhh… can’t hold it—!”

The orgasm detonated through the massive frame like a bomb. His deep voice ripped out in a guttural roar.

“AHHHH FUUUUCK—CUUUMMING!”

The first thick rope exploded with force, shooting high and splattering across his open mouth and chin, the hot, salty load flooding his tongue. He swallowed greedily. “Mmmph—fuck yes!” More powerful jets followed, painting long, glossy white stripes over the heaving pecs, running down the cleavage, over the nipples, and in thick streams down the shredded abs.

Drool dripped from his lower lip in a long, obscene strand, trailing down his neck and chest while more ropes kept pulsing out. Down there, the load still hit in exaggerated, endless waves. His balls emptying in heavy, satisfying spurts that lasted long seconds.

Adam's new muscular legs shook, one hand braced on the wall as the other kept milking the pulsing cock through every aftershock.

“Fuuuuck! So much—everywhere—ahh ahh!” The body convulsed, pleasure so intense his vision whited out, deep moans pouring out nonstop. When the last weak dribble finally oozed from the slit, he stood there panting, chest and abs completely glazed, cum cooling and dripping in shiny trails.

The inner voice was silent—gone, merged, erased in the overwhelming ecstasy. Only Adam remained, fully in control, the possession is complete and permanent.

He scooped a thick glob of cum from one pec with two fingers and sucked them clean with a wet slurp, eyes half-lidded in bliss.

“Tastes even better now he's finally gone hahaha. All is mine now.” He flexed both arms, cum still glistening on the peaks, and looked straight into the mirror with a cocky, satisfied smirk.

He gave the softening but still impressive cock one last slow stroke, smearing the remaining cum along the shaft.

“Round two in the shower. Then maybe at the gym. Then whoever I want to fuck or get fucked by hahahaha,” The room reeked of sweat, musk, and fresh cum. He breathed it in deep, already feeling the cock twitch again with renewed hunger.

“Now where's the script that I have to memorize, huh?”

The heat of the late summer evening pressed down on Marcus like a heavy blanket. The air in his cramped apartment was still and humid. He lay across his bed, stripped down to nothing but a pair of faded yellow briefs. They were loose, standard cotton things, typical of the plain, unnoticeable life he led. Sweat pooled in the shallow hollows of his collarbone. He was scrawny, a constellation of sharp joints and pale skin, his arms thin rods holding his smartphone. He was just mindlessly scrolling through social media, a digital life that mirrored his empty social life. Girls didn't notice him, and he’d resigned himself to a life of digital voyeurism.

I had been working my ass off for quite a while, trying to pay off debt and make a living for myself. Whenever I vented about my work, especially around my dad, he always acted like it wasn't hard. often saying I never had done an honest day's work in my life. He always was annoying, never got why my mom got with him in the first place.

He always thought he was better than me with my IT job. He owned and worked at a local construction company, Sinclair Construction... he once drunkenly told me he would call it Sinclair and Son's if I was worth it. What an ass.

He was tall, around 6'3, had dark short hair that flowed nicely into his stubble, a squared and serious face with brown eyes. His body was like a wall, broad and yet no signs of anything but muscle, probably roided out. He had some tattoos on his body too, said they were from the military days. Even more reason not to like him. I didn't call him dad, though. I mean I never saw him as one. His name was Brock to me. A douchey first name if I had ever heard one.

Today was a bit odd, though. He called me up. I thought I never would see the day when he asked for my help but... he did. "Hey, [Y/N], You're into those electronics right?" Oh boy, this was going to be fun...

I sat up in my computer chair and nodded as I said "Yeah, why?" I was pretty skeptical as to why he wanted or needed me.

"Certified too, right?"

I groaned. "Okay, Brock, what do you want?" Of course I was certified, I had a job after all. It may not pay as well as his shitty one but it was at least more technical. I needed more brains to do my job than to hit a hammer against a wall.

"Well my guy just quit on us. Fuckin loser, your generation is so annoying with this? Don't any of you want to-" I cut him off and asked him what he needed, or if he just called to complain. If he did then I would promptly hang up. "Okay, jeez. That's another problem with your generation. Whatever. I need you to get off your ass and actually do some labor today. I'll pay. Just need someone certified to help with these wires."

Oh my god Did he really have to be that way? Why couldn't my dad ever just ask nicely. I had a plan, though. "If I do this, you have to promise to stop saying I've never worked a real man's job or any shit like that. Got it?" He agreed and I got my stuff and went down to the location he gave me. As I pulled up I saw a house under construction, looked big from what I saw of the shell. I walked past the little guard rails to the back and knocked on the door. I saw two of the other guys and they groaned before I texted Brock.

Eventually he came down and looked at me. He shook his head. "If you needed some equipment get it from the truck. Not letting my company be jeopardized by you." Warm welcome... I groaned and went to the truck, grabbing a hardhat, vest, boots, and gloves. Although none of his other workers had them on. I went inside and looked around.

One of the workers walked up to me. "Alright, boss is a bit busy so we're gonna need you to run those wires up to the outlets or whatever upstairs. Hurry up with it too." I nodded and started at it. These guys were all rude. I heard them making jokes about me as well. I started to get some cable from the box, this was way more than light electric work. I had to wire the whole ass house!

I pulled some wire through as I got my vest stuck. God damn it. I started to yank as I felt my arms get a bit tighter. more wire came through as I got to the upstairs. I didn't say a word to Brock. He was such an asshole for this. I doubt I'd even get paid. I walked through the house up and down... Unbeknownst to me my arms and legs were gaining weight, muscular weight. Soft and useful muscle came down my body.

Then a guy came up to me. "Hey, we're gonna need you out there for a second." He patted my back and looked at me as I followed, groaning a bit. They had a big cement block.

"What do you need me to d-" The guy handed me the block. I struggled to keep it up before the guy told me to put it in the garden. i didn't know why but my body moved on it's own. Every step with these blocks felt easier until I put them down.

I oddly filled in my head what they wanted. I started to put the blocks around, slowly making the landscaping look nice? What? How? I had no skill in this. I clapped my hands as I went back, my chest now swole with some hair.

Work went like this for a while, the stress was getting to me. I could feel sweat go down my chin as I worked harder than I ever had before. The stress made my face feel sore. Like I was older.

Around four hours later I felt my dad pat my back. "See you have been talkin to the guys, likin it so far?" He smirked. "For someone who's never done this before you're a natural. Like we've been doin this for years."

"Huh? I mean... I think this is stupid but... I dunno. It just came naturally." I felt somethin bottling up in me before I spat out the words. "If this generation isn't gonna step up then better have someone like me." I was shocked by what I just said. I sounded like my dad. He laughed and took me up the stairs and to a finished mirror. In the mirror I saw myself, but I looked nothing like how I did. I looked more like him! A squared face with his eyes, stubble for a manlier face. Muscles rippling from everywhere, soft and useful and not like those showboat ones. A total dad bod showing how much I aged. I looked around his age now... I gasped and held my face. "What did you do to me?"

He sighed. "I didn't do anything to you, you did this to yourself. You said yes to the first hard day's work in your life... and now look at you!" He patted my back again as I groaned. "Look, I know we ain't related. And I know you don't like me... but I decided this could be better. I needed someone who got me. These workers? They're great but your mom wanted something better. So I gave her a solution. Either you man up, or I man you up myself."

I was pissed and he could see that. "Oh, angry huh? Well, good thing that'll change soon enough too." He patted me and told me to get back to work. I didn't know why but my body did it. I went straight back to working. I tried to stop as my body aged more, my muscles grew more, my face changed more.

After two more hours I could feel my mind changing. I had previously thought they were funny. Their jokes were gross and rude. Eventually I found myself laughing at them, then telling them. I felt ashamed of myself, which slowly washed away.

People started to ask me how to do things. I gave them answers that were oddly right. I looked at Brock and tried to be mad but he'd say a joke and I'd laugh or something similar. Eventually everyone started calling me a new name Gabe.

At first I tried correcting them. I was [Y/N], not Gabe. But eventually I started saying Gabriel... then Just stopped correcting them. My mind was twisting as I gained new thoughts. Eventually Brock wanted my wallet and brought it out to his truck. He came back an hour later. He handed me a new wallet, leather and more based on utility.

In it was a new ID, for my new life. Oddly though... I had a new last name. Sinclair. He smirked at me and walked around before showing off a new logo. It was for his company... no our company. "Sinclair Brothers." I was his... brother?

EPILOGUE:

It has been three months since I changed. My mindset has changed, I quit my job, and everybody knows me as Gabe Sinclair now. The town knows me as a blue collar worker, and acts like I've always been this way. Surely Brock didn't pay off everyone.

At family events I'm never invited to my mother's stuff anymore... but Brock's parents treat me like I've grown up like this. Are they in on it? Either way I don't care. I'm happier now.

Jason was a mixed, lean, tall man in his early 30s, standing up at around 6'6 and really skinny. And he had a bad morning, and it was starting to take a toll on him. Missed the bus to get to his mindless job he hated at a large tech firm in the city, his dog chewed on one of his ps5 cables laying out and he fell in a puddle, totally soaking his pants. And cold, wet pants in his opinion was one of the worst sensations the regular man can be subjected to. He was on his way to work, now being forced to walk due to him just barely missing the bus. he was now put on a later shift by his boss to make up for being late, he couldn't wait for that. He was walking down the sidewalk, hands in his pocket, not really looking at anything or anybody when something hit his nose. He looked up and his head moved to the side almost subconsciously, staring at the shop before him.

"Is.. this place new?" Jason wondered to himself. He had walked down this pathway many times, for work, errands or just meeting up with friends. Yet this cafe either was totally forced out of his mind or completely new. Jason glanced to the sign in the window, a light brown colored piece of paper with letters in a font that was so familiar but he couldn't place. The poster only had the words "We're hiring!" along with the information about the barista and baker jobs being posted. The pay honestly wasn't bad, it was well above minimum wage and the benefits were good enough to make him pause. But Jason had a slight superiority complex when it came to service workers, and he couldn't possibly debase himself to do a job like that, he told himself. The smell enticing him was starting to make his mouth water, so he snapped from his thoughts and pushed open the doors, he was going to be late anyways, might as well have something good happen to him today. The bell had alerted the one person working.

"Why hello there!" The gruff and yet friendly voice shook Jason from his self pity, and looked at the man. The man was in his 40s or 50s, with a light beard and greys seeping through his hair looking almost like tinsel. The man was also incredibly overweight, the barista apron stretching around his yoga ball like belly and large pecs did no favors in hiding this. His large arms crossed his chest and his smile never wavered, painted on his round face. The name tag plastered on his shirt said "Freddie" and that he was the manager. Jason looked at him for a moment before rubbing one of his hands against his neck and coming up to the counter. Wondering to himself how someone THIS old can still be working a service job? Even as a manager, that was still embarrassing in Jason's mind.

"Uh.. Yeah.. Hi." He mumbled before glancing at the menus put on the top of the counter, holy shit this place had options. Jason had no idea this many types of coffee even existed. Not to mention the amount of pastries this place had, did the manager seriously do all this by himself? Jason glanced into the back room and he couldn't see anyone there.

"What can I get for ya, son? Anything peaking your interest?" The portly man behind the counter asked, getting one of the cafe's disposable cups ready. Jason only glanced before looking back down into the menu. Couldn't this fatass give him a second? God..

"I'll just.. take a Mocha and... a croissant probably.." Jason grumbled, sighing before placing the menu's back on the counter.

"Any syrups or addon's I can get you for the coffee? It's not gonna break my back!" Freddie chuckled, a small yet hearty laugh that emanated from his chest. Jason glared at him slightly before glancing at Freddie's gut. Thinking to himself on how it's a miracle his stomach isn't breaking his back. Pressing up against the counter, making a sort of shelf he could probably fit a drink or two on.

"I'm good man. Thanks." Jason said, the uninterest and judgment in his voice was clear but Jason didn't honestly care. He was annoyed at the man's cheerful demeanor, and the amount of questions he was asking annoyed him even more. Jason knew the guy was just doing his job. But did he have to be so obnoxiously cheerful about it? Freddie nodded at Jason's request and turned around and Jason got a clear view of the large man's ass. If he thought the stomach was a perfect shelf, boy, was he mistaken. Each cheek was about the size of his head, and his thighs reflected that by being large, meaty things that stretched out his pants, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Jason thought how he would rather see an ass like that on a girl than a 50 year old man. Freddie hummed and made his drink by hand, and Jason was shocked that despite the size of him, he moved at a quick pace with a lot of dexterity, maneuvering around like he had done this his whole life. He eventually spun around to look at Jason.

"Would that be here or to go?"

"To go." Jason promptly responded, looking away and biting the inside of his mouth lightly. Freddie nodded and poured his drink in one of their recyclable cups and placed it on the counter. Before heading to the bakery display and grabbing a croissant with tongs and placing it in a small paper bag. Jason had to admit the service was great. He wasn't sure if he knew of any place that was even half as fast as this man was. And he could not wait to take a sip of that coffee and bite into the croissant. He hoped it tasted as good as it smelt. Freddie placed the items on delivery counter right in front of Jason.

"Would that be cash or card?" He asks, calculating the total on a notepad. Jason glanced down at his total and his eyes almost bugged out of his head $5.25 for a croissant AND a large Mocha?? In THIS economy? What kind of witchcraft is this bullshit?? Jason shook off the crippling shock and following rage at the state of the economy and rate of inflation.

"Uh, card-" Jason responds quickly as he rummages around for his card. Only to have his heart sinking as he realizes he can't find it. Oh god. He dropped his wallet. "Shhit!" He hisses out, which grabs the attention of Freddie

"Somethin' the matter, son?" he asks, placing down the card machine and heading over. Jason felt his face go hot with embarrassment.

"I don't have my wallet-" Jason forces out. God could this day actually get ANY worse? Luckily, his ID and drivers license wasn't in it. But nice to know his card and 500 cash are now on their way to Timbuktu now. Jason shoves his hands in his pockets and starts to slowly back off from the counter.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time." Jason grumbles, but there's a hint of venom to the apology, not to Freddie, but to the situation he's in. Freddie gives a light chuckle, and smiles warmly, leaning on the counter."

"How about we make a deal? You do somethin' small for me and I'll give you your drink and pastry free of charge!" Jason stops in his tracks and looks back, rubbing his neck again.

"What small thing are we talking about exactly?"

"Just wipe off the counters for me. I try to pride myself on a clean environment but I've had such a steady stream of customers that every time I even think of pickin' up that rag the bell rings!" he chuckles to himself. Jason fully turns around, biting his lip. It doesn't sound too hard..

"Alright. I'll do it." Jason nods, Freddie smiles more and clasps his hands together.

"Wonderful! Come on back here and I'll get you what you'll need to clean it up." Jason does as he's told and walks around back. he's handed a wet rag and a spray bottle.

"You'll just be over here. Rough day?" Jason almost laughs, it more-so comes out as a sharp exhale.

"Was it that obvious? I personally thought I was hiding it pretty well.." As Jason continues to scrub the counter, a strange gurgle happens in his stomach, and it pushes forward ever so slightly, not enough to be noticed. But it just gives his stomach a tiny bit less definition. Freddie shrugs in response.

"I mean, you did practically mumble every word, I honestly just thought maybe you were one of those kids that just mumbles every word they say-" Jason pauses for half a second, 'one of those kids'? Jason was hitting his mid 30s, he didn't THINK he looked young for his age.. but Jason doesn't think it's worth to correct and continues cleaning, as he does that there's a few quiet cracks and pops in his spine as he shrinks just a bit, it's like, a quarter of an inch, at the same time his face slightly softens, the few wrinkles he had becoming a bit less defined. The man continues on.

"And the fact that your pant's are soaked. Actually, I have a spare I can give you. It was meant for the next employee I hire but I've had no luck so far. And I certainly can't fit into them at least." He chuckles. Jason thinks about it, the sensation of his wet pants against his skin was unbearable..

"Honestly I would kill for that. The thought of being in these much longer is killing me." The man chuckles at the response and heads into the back to grab the pair. Jason continues to scrub the counter, his whole body gaining a tiny bit of padding as he does so, his stomach pushes out a bit more, making him back just a tiny bit from the counter absentmindedly, his legs thicken and his arms as well, his face looks a bit rounder as well. His height continues to plummet a bit, losing around a full inch in height. Freddie comes out with the pair of pants and hands them to Jason.

"Here. There's a staff bathroom in the back, just head left once your in the kitchen, you can't

miss it-" The bell suddenly rings, signaling another customer has walked into the cafe.

"What'd I tell ya? Can't ever get a second around here." He chuckles to himself and shakes his head. Jason heads into the bathroom and closes the door behind him, getting a good look at his reflection. He stares at it confused for a moment, eyes darting to different parts of his face. It seems.. off. but he can't quite place it. He figures it's just the stress and changes into the new pants. They were way to big and also too short, coming up to his mid calves, but he couldn't deny they were much more comfortable than his actual work pants. He sinched the pants with his belt and came out of the bathroom, he noticed a locker outside of the bathroom and put his wet pant's inside of it, taking note on where it is to pick it up later. He comes out of the kitchen and Freddie smiles at him.

"You look great, kid!" Jason smiles slightly a that, and goes back to wiping the counters as his body expands once more, his waist, hips and thighs all follow suit as they gain padding slowly but surely grow, his hips and thighs slowly inflating until they were touching and rubbing together. His upper half doesn't fall too far behind, with his arms gaining enough padding to the point the movement of wiping the counter causes them to jiggle ever so slightly. His fingers fatten and his hands gain little dimples in the knuckles from the extra skin. His stomach continues to grow, slowly pushing him back from the counter as it gains a small but undeniable potbelly. His pecs slowly start to inflate, not enough to sag but enough to push out just a little further than normal. His height slowly shaves off as pops and clicks are barely audible over the customers that have started coming in. His face losing more and more years as time goes by, and his face continues to grow rounder, his face gaining padding to form a small double chin. Before he knows it, the counters are squeaky clean and he's a bit tired from the work.

"I-I'm finished, Mr. Freddie!" He stammers out, his voice cracks and breaks a tiny bit, gaining a more higher and slightly nasally pitch. He furrows his brows at his own words, he wasn't the kind of person to stammer really, and 'Mr. Freddie'? What's up with that?? But he doesn't have much time to dwell on it as Freddie's voice shakes him out of his thoughts.

"Attaboy! Do you think you could help me prepare a few drinks? I have em written down here for ya!" and he waves a notepad. Jason nods and takes the paper. But the more he tries to read it, the more harder it gets, squinting at the words as the world grows more and more out of focus. That's when he notices a pair of thick glasses hanging on his apron. He picks them up confusedly but puts them on nonetheless, the glasses make his eyes look huge, but the world is clear again. As he goes to make the first drink his mind starts to reel. Did he always need glasses..? And when did he put on this apron? The question's don't last long as he finishes up a drink and hands it to Freddie.

"You're doin well kid!" Freddie praises, which only makes Jason smile widely. He continues onto the next drink as his body shifts more. The height has shaved off about an entire foot at this point, and the world seems much larger to him for some odd reason. His stomach continues to push out and eventually sags over his waistline, pushing against his apron, his pecs follow close behind, eventually sagging under their own weight. His legs continue to plump up, his thighs growing wider and forcing him once again to alter his stance. You couldn't wrap around them with both hands at this point. His back starts to sag, making for a cascading waterfall of soft flesh. His hands soften and his fingers grow fully sausage like, his arms fattening up, causing even the slightest moments to make them jiggle like jelly. He wipes sweat off of his brow as his hair starts to elongate and grow curlier. Eventually the ball of fluff on his head reaches his chin, which is being swallowed by a more defined second one. His lips grow pouty from his cheeks being rather large, dominating his face and giving him a younger cherubic look. He winces as his mouth suddenly gains a dull ache as his two front teeth separate and push themselves forward, ever so slightly poking out of his mouth. The rest of his teeth slightly crowd together and shift to be rather uneven. Jason is snapped from his focus as he hears a clatter and a sigh from Freddie. He looks over at him to see a brew has spilt on the floor.

"So sorry ma'am. I'll remake that immediately. Jason, could ya do me a favor and mop this up real quick?" Freddie turns to Jason and smiles.

"Sure thing, Mr. Freddie!" Jason says, his voice now much higher and squeakier than before, with a slight nasal quality to it. With a distinct lisp and a slight whistle. He walks off to grab the mop from the cleaning closet. Now able to navigate the back room like he's been here so many times before. He heads back out as his height continues to plummet down, leaving him just shy of 5 feet. As he mops his body continues to push out forward. His legs almost forcing him to waddle due to their girth, and his arms push out as well, leaving a bit of flesh hanging down from them. His face rounds out and his second chin takes up a bit of his neck, which looks to almost shorten and widen. His belly pushes out a good few inches from his body, leading to a rather sizable shelf in front of him. His backside follows, his hips widening to make room for his rather large ass. Jason continues to smile to himself, and before he knows it, it turns rather dark. Freddie smiles and looks out the window, all the customers from the afternoon rush long gone.

"I think we should call it a day, Jason, don't think we're gonna get much activity for the rest of the night." Jason nods and helps Freddie put away supplies. Freddie comes behind him and ruffles his hair, which causes Jason to giggle a bit.

"You did good today kiddo, there's already an assortment of extra baked goods in a box for you to take home." Jason smiles

"If I didn't know any better, I would almost say you keep making extra for me on purpose!" Jason retorts, his teeth whistling out every word. Freddie puts a hand to his chest and looks away in fake-insulted.

"I could never! I'm offended you would even think that!" Jason and Freddie laugh together and Freddie ruffles his hair again. Jason goes to grab stuff from his locker. His backpack with plenty of keychains from the various pieces of media he's into sits there waiting for him like it always has been. He takes it out and puts his apron inside. When he leaves Freddie calls out to him.

"Stay safe out there! I'll see you tomorrow!" Jason waves back

In New York's Upper East Side, Marc & Mykl’s apartment crackled with furious tension as the news bulletin detailed the massive oil spill outside the harbour. Mykl spat. “THOSE. FUCKING. BASTARDS!!! They’re all blethering on about the New Jersey refineries experiencing production shortages and the risk of oil prices rising – and nobody’s even MENTIONING the huge fucking ecocide that’s been committed!”

Marc agreed. “Aye – gotta wonder, just how much of the media is owned or controlled by the tycoons responsible for this? The way our not–so–independent media downplays environmental disasters these days just stinks.”

Mykl’s eyes narrowed. “Good point. Also, the spill has contaminated the cove we were gonna use for our private getaway. And there’s no time to reschedule before your European cage fighting tournament kicks off. Guess you’re gonna have to wait a bit longer to see my fishy side, hon.” Marc quietly acknowledged his disappointment. “Yeah – and I was looking forward to that. We’ll get something sorted after I get back, I guess…” Mykl nodded. “Actually, change of plan. While you’re away, I’ll visit the Lagoon. Haven’t been back in a while… could do with a recharge.” Marc grinned. “Good idea – enjoy the break. And the sex.”

A week later, Mykl saw Marc off at JFK. “Good Luck with the tournament, hon – and try not to get smashed up TOO badly. The protective and fast healing spells I laid on you will mitigate injuries and speed recovery, but don’t let that trick you into overconfidence, OK?” Marc nodded. “Sure – no worries there, luv.”

Once the boards updated the status of Marc’s flight to Departed, Mykl left the airport. Returning home, he grabbed his backpack, stuffed the last few necessities into it, and sent a thought ahead to Pa’ul. “All clear to join you now, brother?” With a pleased chuckle, Pa’ul replied “Sure, brother. Simon’s got the cabaña all ready for you. Come straight ahead!” Mykl responded with a mental grin of his own. “Sure!”

Mykl closed down the apartment, then stood in the hallway and focused. A moment later, he vanished. Leaving the apartment empty & silent.

“Welcome Home, Brother!” Pa’ul called out, as Mykl appeared on the shore of the Copper Lagoon, joining his brothers around a small bonfire. Mykl grinned. “Thanks, brother – good to be back!” He ‘ported his backpack into the cabaña and sat down on the sand beside the others. A pleasant, relaxed evening followed.

The next morning, Mykl and his brothers forsook the land and dived into the lagoon. As usual, gills manifested across neck and shoulders, feet and legs fused into fin & tail and disappeared under copper scales, and a long, happy day of sex, sand and seaweed ensued.

That evening, sitting round the bonfire, Pa'ul looked at Mykl thoughtfully. “What’s up, brother?” Mykl raised an eyebrow. “Life, is all…” Pa’ul nodded, slowly. “You’ve got us all wondering, man – you haven’t been back anywhere near as often as we all expected, after the way you were so eager to return following your initiation.”

Mykl smiled quietly. “It’s easy, brother… I’m in love. And he’s NOT one of us.” Pa’ul went still as Mykl continued “I told you about Marcus. Well, I figured it was worth a shot at pulling him out of his truther rabbit hole – and I succeeded. Placed the apartment under precautionary spells to prevent eavesdropping and ensure confidentiality, then laid binding, truth and revelation spells on him… and told him about my changes, us and this place. By the time the story was done, his head was screwed back on right.”

Noticing his brother’s expression, Mykl added “Don’t worry – his silence is assured. He understands the reason for the binding and has no objection to it. If that hadn’t been the case, I’d’ve wiped his memories. I had to purge, heal and renew him afterwards… then I beefed him up into a well endowed MMA cage fighter so he’d stop being scared of revealing his true self. So my soulmate Marcus is now my partner Marc, and the sex is amazing.” Pa’ul grinned. “With a beefy, hung MMA jock, it would be. Good one, brother.” He added “I think it would be wise to let Mother & Father know about this. I’ll call them in the morning.”

The next day, surrounded by their brothers, Mykl swam beside Pa’ul as he raised a cowrie shell to his lips and blew three haunting calls on it, echoing across the Lagoon’s waters. Around them, the water filled with a copper light as Mother Lagoon made Her Presence felt… then Father Spirit rose from the depths, smiling as he & Mother Lagoon bade Mykl welcome.

The Spirit Of The Waters addressed Mykl. “It is good to see you, my son. You have been absent too long.” Mykl bent his head. “I am in love with another, Father – and he is not a brother.” The Spirit chuckled, His eyes twinkling. “To keep you away, he’s got to be something special. Show him to Me!”

Obediently, Mykl manifested a full size image of Marc, naked, before them all. Amongst dirty, appreciative laughter & wolf whistles from the brothers, both Mother Lagoon and Father Spirit plumbed deeply, seeing both Marc and the bond that tied him and Mykl together.

A rumble of appreciation rolled forth as The Spirit Of The Waters’ eyes sparkled. “You’re shaping up to be a master craftsman, lad. Nice work!” Mykl grinned. “I let Marc’s own inner spirit be my guide, Father – all I did was refine his own fantasy… seemed the best way to make him happy!” The Spirit grinned. “Nice way to do it! Where is he now?” Mykl answered “Taking part in a cage fighting tournament in Europe. He’s due home in a couple of weeks.”

The Spirit Of The Waters turned serious. “I also see the bond between you. Finding a true soulmate is rare, and I will never stand in the way of such a one.” He gave Mykl a dirty, lascivious grin. “Extend Our invitation to your soulmate to visit Us here. He and your union are both worthy of Our blessing… and your brothers would never forgive Me if I didn’t at least TRY to coax such a gorgeous piece of beefcake into the fold!” Mykl grinned. “Thank You both. I’ll pass Your invitation on to Marc once he gets home.” With a final joyful grin, The Spirit Of The Waters sank back below the waves and the copper light dissipated.

Two weeks later, refreshed, renewed and relaxed from his visit, Mykl bade his brothers farewell and ‘ported back to New York… the following day, he took a cab to JFK, settled back with a coffee in the Arrivals hall and waited, as the boards updated the status of Marc’s flight to Landed. Half an hour later, he saw his man coming out of the baggage reclaim area, pack on his back, and swaggered over to meet him. “Hey, sexy…” With smiles, chuckles and horny looks, the two hunks kissed and, arms round each other’s shoulders, headed for the cab rank.

Back home, Mykl asked “So, how did it all pan out?” With a proud grin, Marc lifted his European championship trophy out of his bag. Mykl’s jaw dropped. “WOW!!! Well done, man!!!” Marc smiled. “The credit’s as much yours as it is mine, man – you turned me into championship material, after all.” He set the trophy on the shelf, beside Mykl’s old swimming trophies… after which things turned hot & sweaty as their reunion and celebration became more carnal.

Later that evening, sitting back after dinner, Marc asked. “So, you know my story – what about yours? How did your merman break go?” Mykl smiled. “Had an unexpected twist. My lower than expected return visitations have been noticed – so now my brothers, Father Spirit and Mother Lagoon know about us.” Marc went still and quiet… then asked “Are you in trouble over it?”

Mykl shook his head. “Not at all… quite the opposite, actually. Everyone approves of you – Father very clearly liked what he saw when I manifested a full size 3D image of you, and my brothers were wolf–whistling like it was going out of fashion!” Marc’s eyes widened in amazement as Mykl added “They have invited you to visit. Just be warned… you’ll almost certainly end up with gills, fins and tail. Probably sooner rather than later, after you set foot there. Father was dropping some strong hints that he wants you initiated.”

Marc picked his jaw up off the floor. “Now it’s my turn to say WOW. I didn’t expect THAT!!!” Mykl laughed. “Expect plenty of waterborne orgies too, once you’ve been turned into a merman. My brothers don’t react the way they did just for show!” Marc blushed red from neck to crown. “There’s only one guy I’M interested in…” Mykl grinned. “Likewise – but given how open we are, don’t turn down fun & frolics with the brothers in the lagoon. It’s expected, and they’ll respect our bond as standard, so no strings attached is de rigueur. I’m neither averse to nor offended by it, nor should you be. OK?” With a dirty grin, Marc agreed. “Sure.”

Turning serious, Marc added. “First things first, though. My champion status means I’ve got several obligatory appearances to make among the MMA crowd here – and they can’t be deferred – so tell your brothers that I accept their invitation, and we’ll see them once my necessary professional obligations have been fulfilled and my duties as champion discharged. OK?”

Mykl agreed, grinning as he reached out to Pa’ul and passed on the message. Pa’ul laughed in Mykl’s mind. “We’ll see you soon, brother. Give your man our congratulations on his championship.” With that laugh in his head, Mykl passed the message on to Marc, then drew his man in against him and settled down for the night.

The next 3 weeks passed in a blur – Marc’s duties as European MMA Champion filled their days, and evenings were taken up with discussions and planning for their getaway. Mykl was cautious. “There’s always a risk of a few media jackals trying to follow you, hon – so let’s get as much of our stuff packed in advance as we can. That’ll give us a fighting chance of getting away fast.” Marc agreed, and their duffels gradually filled with gear, toiletries etc. as the days passed.

During the evenings, Mykl took Marc through what he might expect to take place on Mersea Island. “I’ll ‘port us to the head of the path to the Copper Lagoon. If we find a formal welcome awaiting, you’ll know you’re gonna be turned into a merman. I’ve talked you through the process, so you know what to expect and how to respond. Just go with the flow, luv. OK?” Nervously, Marc nodded, remarking “Sure. Bit nervous, though… I’m as eager FOR the experience as I’m scared OF it!” Mykl chuckled. “Understandable. It’s a big life change for you… nerves are only to be expected. Just try not to worry, all right?” Marc nodded.

Finally, as the last of his social, professional and sponsorship events wound down, Marc announced that he was taking a break at an “undisclosed location” for a few weeks, and left the stage to the cheers and good wishes of his fans.

Coming home that evening, Mykl grinned at Marc. “Now the REAL fun begins. Give me a moment…” He reached out to Pa’ul. “All OK to join you, brother?” Pa’ul confirmed it “Sure – come ahead.” Switching lights off, they put their backpacks on; then Mykl took hold of Marc’s hand… and the world twisted around them as Mykl ‘ported them both to Mersea Island.

Arriving at the head of the path to the Copper Lagoon, they found Pa’ul and his fellow Guardians waiting. Mykl murmured in Marc’s ear “This seals it – a formal welcome. You’re headed for Spitroast Rock and initiation, luv. You ready for this?” Marc swallowed. “Doesn’t look like I’ve got much choice, have I?!” Mykl chuckled “No, you haven’t… but you know what to do, so go ahead!”

Pa’ul raised his trident in formal greeting. “The Spirit Of The Waters bids you welcome.” Marc, coached by Mykl, bowed in respect. “My thanks to The Spirit Of The Waters for His hospitality.” The brothers lifted Marc upon their shoulders, and followed as Mykl & Pa’ul led them down the path.

Mykl ‘ported their backpacks into the cabaña… then, at the back of the beach, Pa’ul bade Marc lie down on his stomach upon Spitroast Rock and Mykl strapped him in place. Pa’ul spoke. “Now, Marc, you need fuel before Father Spirit can change you. All 14 of us are going to spit-roast you to provide that fuel. Mykl will start the process; I will finish it.” Marc nodded “OK…” and opened his mouth for Mykl to shove his cock down his throat.

“AAAHHH… AAARRRHHH… AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Marc moaned and groaned as Mykl fucked his throat, followed by his ass. Patting Marc’s backside, Mykl murmured in his ear. “I’ve used my cumshots to put a holding spell on you, sexy – that’ll keep everyone’s loads inside you for Father. Swallow it all, and have fun!”

Mykl stepped back, watching and enjoying the show as, one by one, his brothers stepped up and rammed their cocks down Marc’s throat, shooting their load down his gullet, then shifting to his rear end to send another cumshot up his ass. As the spit-roasting continued and Mykl’s holding spell did its thing, Marc became bloated with man cream.

Finally, Pa’ul stepped up to deliver the coup de grace, Marc gasping in shock as Pa’ul’s fiery cum ignited his stomach, then detonated his intestines.

“AAARRROOOWWWHHHRRR!!!”

As Marc roared and writhed in ecstatic agony, Mykl quickly released the straps – then Pa’ul picked Marc up and ran hell for leather to the water, where a giant scaled being waited.

As Marc was handed over to The Spirit Of The Waters, Mykl and his brothers joined them in the water. Whispering to Marc “Through love, you come to Us. In love, you shall now be reborn.” Father Spirit took Marc beneath the waters, into Mother Lagoon’s embrace.

Floating in a haze of warm copper light, Marc felt his body reshaping as he grew to 8’0”, his muscles bulked up even harder, his tattoos vanished… then gills spread across his neck and shoulders, his face reshaped itself and vanished behind glorious copper facefur, his shaven head sprouted a full long copper mane, his legs & feet fused into fins & tail and were covered in copper scales – as, with a naughty grin, The Spirit Of The Waters turned his body into an exact duplicate of Mykl’s. Finally, the light turned inwards and Marc became a warlock… with powers, knowledge and abilities that, again, were the exact equal of Mykl’s.

The Spirit of The Waters bore Marc back to the surface. Mykl's jaw dropped and his brothers gasped as it became clear that Marc was now totally identical to Mykl. With a dirtily amused sparkle in His eyes, The Spirit Of The Waters looked at the newly created twins. “Soulmates need balance to stay in harmony, lads – so your bodies and gifts are exactly identical, and will stay so. Only your personalities and identities differ. That’s Our bit done – We’ll let you be now.”

Mykl grinned. Wickedly. “Don’t you mean, ‘We’ll see how many of your brothers want to get spit-roasted by identical twins’, Father?” The Spirit Of The Waters laughed. “I won’t deny it… enjoy!” As He sank beneath the waves, with a dirty wink, and Mother Lagoon’s copper light dissipated, Marc’s new brothers gathered round, slapping their tails in greeting, and an underwater fuckfest began. Nor was Mykl left out… quite the opposite, as there were more than enough brothers with fantasies of being spit-roasted by identical twins to keep them both busy.

As the sun began to set, all 15 mermen lifted themselves out of the water and on to the beach. As scales vanished and tails & fins split into legs & feet, it became clear just how totally identical Marc & Mykl were. Mykl laughed in amazement. ”Well, hon – I’m not surprised at your fins and tail, but I didn’t expect Father to double up on us that way!” Marc smirked. “Opens some interesting doors, tho’ – how many Grindr sluts are gonna have a thing for identical twins, hmmm?” Mykl gave him a thoroughly smutty look. “We’ll be in high demand, methinks… heh heh heh!”

Pa’ul laughed as he joined them. “You two are triggering some lewd, crude and unspeakably perverse fantasies among your brothers, you know? Father must be laughing at us all.” Marc sniggered. “That’s probably why He did this to us – He does seem to have a bit of a naughty streak!” Pa’ul chuckled. “I won’t deny it…”

With a grin, Marc wove a web of copper light and rewrote reality. “There you go, brother… we’re identical twin brothers, trust fund brats and independently wealthy. Our respective sporting careers remain intact.” Mykl grinned, checking his own memories. “Cool.”

Pa’ul asked Mykl “Out of curiosity, did you ever show Marc your merman form before he was changed?” Mykl shook his head. “No – we’d intended to, but that big oil spill off New York harbour wrecked our plans as the private little cove we were going to use got fouled with cadmium rich crude oil.” All 3 guys scowled. Pa’ul glared at nothing. “Those bastards are making such a mess of the world’s oceans it’s obscene. The ocean is the planet’s lungs, for fuck’s sake – sea flora produces far more oxygen than land based flora, so the life of everything on the planet depends on the seas. They piss in their own well and don’t give a fuck as long as it makes money for them.”

He continued “Sadly, it’s nothing new. Humans have used the sea as a rubbish tip for millennia. Until the Industrial Revolution of the last two centuries, it wasn’t a big problem as all the shit was biodegradable. Now it’s a different matter. It’s got so bad that the Great Mother Goddess – the very soul of the oceans – has had to retreat here, become Mother Lagoon and place Herself under the guardianship of The Spirit Of The Waters, within a magically protected alternate dimension, in order to survive.”

Marc was thoughtful “Hmmmm. Just how large is the Brotherhood – and how many brothers have magical abilities?” Pa’ul answered “There are 873 brothers, including us and both of you. All of us have the basic parapsychic abilities of telepathy & mind reading, telekinesis & teleportation; 378 of us have some degree of magical ability – but only 258 of those, including you two, are full blown warlocks. Why do you ask?”

Marc answered “Because I think it might be a good idea for us to get more proactive in environmental protection.” Mykl raised an eyebrow. “Brother… you’ve got That Look on your face. What perverted action are you planning?” Marc looked at him. “I’ll never get anything past you, will I? And yes… I am thinking of something. Tell me what you think of this…”

As the conversation developed, all 15 brothers became involved, discussing, debating and roughing out a plan. Pa’ul was interested. “Gotta say, I rather like the idea. Deal with the bastards polluting the oceans with filth, and have some good hot horny fun while we do it.” The discussion continued for a while longer… as it wound down, Pa’ul finished by declaring “This needs boots on the ground, so to speak. After we all get a good night’s sleep, I’ll reach out to the other warlocks and we’ll see what they think. For now, we all need our beds.” Nobody disputed that statement, and the gathering broke apart as all 15 tired mermen sought the arms of Morpheus.

Three days later, with the permission of Mother Lagoon & Father Spirit, the other 256 warlocks of the Brotherhood joined their brethren on the island. Pa’ul gathered everyone together and spoke. “Brothers – welcome home. Good to see you all. Now, you have two new brothers to meet…” and he introduced Marc & Mykl, adding “The initial idea is Marc’s – I’ll let him explain. See what you think.”

Marc opened up his idea. “I’m thinking we should get a bit more proactive in environmental protection – and have some good kinky fun while we do it.” David, a British warlock standing 7’0” in his socks, looked curious. “Screaming protest marches aren’t fun – of any sort – nor are they very effective… so what are you thinking of?”

Marc grinned “Using magic to enslave the big business magnates – oil tycoons, coal and natural gas barons, waste and sewage processors, etc. – then utilise our shapeshifting abilities to take their identities, take over their businesses and convert them to green energy, proper waste treatment etc. to stop the pollution they’re causing. We can all shapeshift others and apply reality rewrites to them, so dealing with our new slaves shouldn’t be a problem. We just change them and use them in whatever way, shape and form we desire. We get the ocean cleaned up and have fun living the high life as wealthy tycoons while we do it.”

David was thoughtful. “That could be a lot of fun. However, we also have boards of directors and shareholders to deal with. The numbers are a bit big for us to handle – so let’s give some thought to using magic to take the public firms back into private ownership, where viable. Fewer people to control – then we might be able to pull it off.” He added “Also, we need a way to empower our less magical brothers to enslave influential persons as well. Having 873 brothers able to do this would make it much easier than just having 258.”

Pa’ul agreed, but raised a concern. “Problem is, the others can’t handle the level of magic needed. It would destroy them… neither their minds nor their bodies can take it.” David nodded. “I’ve been working on a way round that – got a solution, but won’t even consider using it without Mother and Father’s approval. It goes like this…”

By the time David had finished explaining, all the other warlocks were staring at him in horny shock. Mykl spoke first. “Brother… you are one clever, kinky, perverted bastard. I LIKE the way you’re thinking!” Marc agreed as Pa’ul chuckled. “It has many advantages, I agree. And the way it enables our less powerful brethren is a major bonus too. They could ALL take people over.” Grins and chuckles of appreciation rippled across the brethren. Pa’ul finished off the discussion, telling David “You’re right – this needs approval from Mother & Father. Let’s call them…”

With all the brothers in the lagoon, Pa’ul lifted the cowrie shell to his lips and blew, three times. All bowed their heads in joy as Father Spirit rose out of Mother Lagoon’s copper light and spoke. “Greetings, my sons. What brings you here before Us?” Pa’ul yielded to Marc, who explained the plans – with embellishments from Mykl and David – then resumed “This is our plan to stop the ocean pollution, quietly and carefully, without anyone else knowing what is really going on. It will take a while to implement – we will have to be slow and careful to make sure that politicians, other businessmen and customers all go along with it – but it should keep the Brotherhood under the radar while helping save Your true dominion. May we ask for Your approval?”

The Spirit Of The Waters burst into laughter, as Mother Lagoon hummed with amusement. “My WORD!!! Boys, that sounds like a LOT of fun! And yes, of COURSE you have Our approval. Go right ahead – and be sure to enjoy yourselves at it!” Pa’ul grinned. “Thank You both – we certainly will.” As The Spirit Of The Waters sank beneath the waves and Mother Lagoon’s light dispersed, dirty laughs and looks rippled through the brethren. An afternoon and evening of waterborne sex followed, after which, tired and fulfilled, everyone gathered around several large bonfires on the shore of the lagoon for supper.

Sitting round the bonfire, Pa’ul opened the discussion as he, Mykl, Marc and David began some serious planning. “We need a hit list – the companies polluting the oceans and atmosphere with oil, coal, methane and untreated waste & sewage, ranked in descending order of the environmental damage they’re doing.” Marc & Mykl agreed; David cast a net of copper light and, one by one, hard copy lists of company names and organisation charts manifested, piled on the sand at their feet. Names, roles, customers, target markets. All built up into a paper mountain of rather daunting proportions. Looking at it, Mykl remarked “We are REALLY gonna need your gadget, brother” to David, who nodded, unsurprised. “Yeah – I suspected as much. Let’s bring the non–warlock members in and see what they think.”

The island wasn’t big enough to hold everyone – so, in 10 successive groups of varying sizes, the remaining brothers, of lesser or no magical abilities, came through and were briefed on the plans and their part in them. All were eager to play their part.

David shared the design for his device with his warlock brothers, and they began crafting them. A bracelet long enough to be almost an armguard, paired with a collar; each pair joined by a 6’ long chain. Hundreds were crafted and made ready. Grinning, Pa’ul gathered the 258 warlock brothers together. “Now, brothers, we’re prepped and ready. Plans are laid, devices ready, brothers standing by. Let’s get busy!”

David held up a hand. “Hang on a minute – will be better if we wait til next month.” As all the others looked at him, puzzled, he added “The next COP meeting is starting in Saudi Arabia then – ALL our targets are going to be present in the same place at the same time, as they want to keep the council from impacting their financial interests. Makes the takeover much easier.” Mykl’s eyebrows rose. “Nice idea, brother.” Marc and Pa’ul agreed. “Gives us a bit of extra prep time. Let’s use it.”

Time rolled on… and by the time the COP summit began, the Brotherhood had been organised into teams, each led by a warlock brother with several non–warlock brothers under their command. The size of each team dictated by the number of its targets. The night before the summit began, they struck.

It began in a high class penthouse suite in Riyadh. 8 high profile businessmen, some of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world, were holding a strategy meeting in advance of tomorrow’s summit.

Nicholas looked across the room at Stephen. “How’s the submission on the cad rich crude supply lines going? After that leakage off New York recently, we need some good spin doctor work to cover our asses and persuade the politicians to stay off our backs.” Stephen replied “All sorted – sent to the lobbying firms last week. Cash for the necessary inducements is also set aside.”

Frank asked Alistair “Is the Azerbaijan gas field deal sorted? We’ve got to have it wrapped up in advance of any summit deal – then we can ignore the summit as it won’t be able to kill any pre–existing contracts.” Alistair confirmed it. “The Azerbaijani delegation is booked to have breakfast with us tomorrow morning. It’ll be locked down before the summit starts.”

Anthony and Michael were deep in discussion. “This South African coal deal is gonna be critical… we need revenue maxed on it.” Anthony muttered. Michael was unperturbed. “No worries – the necessary backhanders have been made, and government cooperation is assured in both New Delhi and Pretoria.”

Daniel and Stewart were checking figures. “We need the all clear on the landfills, sea dumping and raw sewage disposal deals.” Stewart murmured. Daniel agreed. “I’ve been applying the necessary inducements, so we SHOULDN’T have any difficulties… but with that mix of Chinese mandarins and African warlords, you never really know where you are. Some dodgy characters.”

“WHAT THE FUCK???!!!” Everyone yelled in shock as a net of copper fire manifested out of nowhere, wrapped itself round them all, paralysed them, then expanded to lay cloaking, misdirection and obfuscation spells on the entire suite to prevent external interference.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU???!!! AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE???!!!” Daniel shouted, as David appeared in the room with the 8 non–warlock brothers of his team.

David looked at the 8 tycoons coldly. “Gentlemen, we are members of the Brotherhood of the Sea, protectors of the ocean – and this is a hostile takeover. Your abuse of Mother Ocean stops right here, right now.” Looking at his brothers, he ordered “OK, guys – each of you, pick one of them... you know what you have to do. Get on with it.”

Robin walked over to Nicholas. “I’ll take this one.”

Nicholas stared in outraged disbelief as Robin approached him, carrying a copper bracelet and collar, linked by a heavy copper chain. He clamped the bracelet on his own left wrist, then placed the collar round Nicholas’ neck and closed it.

“I don’t know who you think you are – ecoterrorists or something – but you can’t just walk in here like that and interrupt a confidential meeting like this – HEY!!!” Nicholas shouted as the collar clicked shut round his neck… and collar, bracelet and chain lit up with an ethereal fire. As the fire began to pour out over both men, Nicholas screamed “STOP THIS!!! NOW!!!”

Robin ignored Nicholas’s screams and shouts, calmly watching as the fire infused both their bodies and dissolved them into glittering copper light. He knew what to expect. Nicholas didn’t.

Once dissolved, Nicholas was sucked into the collar, which remained suspended in midair as his emptied clothes collapsed on to the floor. With a brilliant, dazzling flash, the collar swallowed him, removed his ability to exist independently of it, made him an integral part of itself, destroyed his free will and placed him entirely under its control.

At the same time, Robin was sucked into his bracelet, which also remained suspended in midair while his clothes fell to the floor. As with the collar, the bracelet swallowed him in a flash, removed his ability to exist independently of it and made him an integral part of itself… but then, instead of destroying his free will, it strengthened it, programmed his mind with its command matrix and placed itself under his control. It also took control of the collar – and of Nicholas, who was now only part of the collar and nothing else – and handed that over to Robin.

Stephen, Frank, Alistair, Anthony, Michael, Daniel and Stewart each had similar experiences at the hands of each of Robin’s brothers. Once done, only David stood in the room, with 8 chained bracelet and collar pairs floating in mid air before him. Each alight with copper fire.

Perceiving that each pair of devices was ready, he touched them with his gifts and triggered the manifestation of their occupants’ physical forms. Floods of copper fire poured out of bracelets and collars as Robin, Nicholas, Robin’s brothers and Nicholas’s fellow tycoons were all manifested back in their original forms. David spoke. “Phase 1 complete. Phase 2 commencing.” And triggered the bracelet & collar pairs accordingly.

Nicholas gasped as his collar sent a flood of copper light into his body, then began pulling his physical attributes, abilities, knowledge, identity, personality and memories into itself… and poured them down the chain into Robin. Before Nicholas’s shocked eyes, Robin beefed out, became hairier, more mature… and morphed into a duplicate of Nicholas, gaining his hirsute body, confident and dominant identity, knowledge and skills. As his old identity was subsumed by his new one, and Nicholas’s former personality became transformed into a mask for Robin’s spirit, Robin became the new Nicholas.

At the same time, the old Nicholas’s dark hair turned into cute blond curls, his body imploded and became smaller, shorter, younger, slimmer and smooth; his cock & balls shrank and his ass reshaped… leaving him as a cute little twink, only a few months past his 21st birthday, with a 1” nub, grape sized balls and a bubble butt. Then the transformation turned inwards, turning him into a gay submissive slut and sex addict who was desperate for a hot daddy to fuck his ass, and adding a new mindset, personality, identity and memories to match. Old Nicholas became the new twink Bobby.

“NNNOOO!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE THIS!!! I’M NOT A GAY WHORE!!!” Bobby screamed. David smirked “Oh yes you are… and you aren’t getting any choice about it either. Tough shit.”

The collar dissolved into Bobby’s body; the bracelet dissolved into Nicholas’ body; the chain joining the two dissolved into a metaphysical magical connection. None of them visible to the naked eye… making Nicholas’ control of Bobby absolute, invisible, traceless and undetectable.

At the same time, Stephen, Frank, Alistair, Anthony, Michael, Daniel and Stewart, and whichever one of the other 7 brothers had collared them, received the same treatment.

David grinned. “Well done, brothers. Good going! Now, after that, you’re due a break… you want to give your new bitches and your new selves a test drive?” With smirks and dirty laughs, every brother bent their bitches over the nearest chair and railed them.

“AAAHHH… AAARRRHHH… AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Bobby moaned as Nicholas rammed his cock up his ass – discovering, the hard way, just how stretchy and sensitive his new twinky bubble butt actually was. Nor was he the only one.

David sat back and enjoyed the show. After every new twink had been ridden by their new Master and the mess cleaned up, he ‘ported each new twink into their new apartments. Cheaper digs in various cities around the world – each in the city where their Master also lived. He performed reality rewrites, setting each of them up with new identities, documents and a private income from their Master’s funds so their basic needs were met. Last, he wiped their old memories, made them unable to even want to be anything other than the Grindr sluts they’d been turned into, and let them be.

Back in Riyadh, David grinned at his transformed brothers. “Good job, everyone. Now, get dressed – your slave bitches left their clothes on the floor when they were assimilated into their collars, and they’re perfect fits for you.” As the 8 brothers got dressed, David dissolved their old clothing, performed reality rewrites to erase all trace, memory and record of their former lives and identities; then finished by adding “Now, you have your revised plans for the summit… you know what to do. After it’s finished, fly back home to your new lives and keep the cleanup on track. OK?” A chorus of agreement answered him.

Nicholas grinned. “Can’t stop thinking about the bubble butt on that twink my bitch got turned into…” David laughed. “Well, he’s still under your control – and always will be. Whenever you want his ass, it’s yours for the taking. Don’t shy away from the opportunity – it’s why each bitch lives in the same city as their owner, and each owner has their bitch’s number on speed dial. Makes them easily available when you need a ride!” Nicholas wasn’t the only brother with a dirty grin on his face at that prospect of a rematch.

Throughout the classy, swanky hotels of Riyadh, similar scenarios were repeated. Once all targets were collared, transformed into slutty twinks, fucked silly, cleaned up and ‘ported to their new lives and homes, the brothers who’d become their Masters took over their old lives, identities, wealth and power – then the warlocks who’d led each team performed reality rewrites, taking their brothers’ companies back into private ownership. By the time the sun rose over the city the next day, the Brotherhood of the Sea was in full control of every major commercial polluter, fossil fuel user & provider in the world. And nobody else knew it.

As the sun rose over the city, Marc, Mykl and David welcomed it on their hotel balcony. Paid for by their brothers turned billionaires. The other 255 warlock brothers were similarly accommodated… after breakfast, they took charge and began dismantling the fossil fuel based infrastructure responsible for much of the world’s pollution problems, with their transformed brothers proving to be very effective proxies.

By the end of the COP summit, significant progress had been made. Cadmium rich crude oil extraction and transportation was under a phase out plan; biofuel production plans, using hydroponics, were laid and the first steps to their implementation agreed; plans to replace internal combustion engines and infrastructure with electric motors and supporting infrastructure – including a standardised replaceable battery that could be exchanged at filling stations, eliminating recharging time for drivers – were drafted and under finalisation for rollout, with each company making plans for the switchover; and properly applied inducements had led to politicians making plans for fuel tax hikes and electric vehicle subsidies. Plans for large scale garbage nets at river mouths to catch rubbish before it reached the sea, and extra funding for cleaning up the big ocean garbage patches, were in place and going forward for rollout. The summit ended on a high note of optimism.

Speaking to their brothers the evening after all plans, agreements, political and financial arrangements had been finalised and signed off, Marc & Mykl were very complementary. “Nice work, everyone. But be aware, this is only a start. Now the real work begins… you’ve already used your new lives to good effect, now get back to your new homes and keep on working at it. Green power & electric vehicle rollout, and oceanic waste clearance, are the immediate priorities. We’ll see about the rest later.” With determination and optimism, all the brothers raised their glasses, toasted Mother Lagoon and Father Spirit, then relaxed for the evening.

The following day, all departed for their new home cities, lives and cleanup tasks. Joyfully, Marc & Mykl ‘ported back to Mersea Island, joining Pa’ul and the other Guardians on the shore of the Copper Lagoon. The following morning, they updated Mother and Father on results, plans and progress. As Mother Lagoon shone with hope, The Spirit Of The Waters smiled in joy. “Very well done, my sons. Whatever assistance you need in this endeavour, do not hesitate to ask Us for it.” All 15 mermen bowed… Marc spoke “Rest assured, we will.”

As Father Spirit sank back below the waters, and Mother Lagoon’s fire dissipated, Pa’ul spoke. “This deserves a celebration. Let’s have some fun!” Several days and nights of swimming, sand, seaweed, beaches, bonfires – and, of course, plenty of sex – followed. Finally, satiated and satisfied, Marc & Mykl returned to New York.

Sitting back in their lounge, Mykl laughed. “I see our brothers are leaving their mark elsewhere too…” pointing to a news article about a certain oil tycoon facing divorce proceedings after his wife found him screwing a twink he’d met on Grindr. Marc laughed. “Yeah – no surprise there. Nicholas might be the first to have his straight marriage hit the rocks, but he certainly won’t be the last!”

Back in the UK, in his Manchester home, David was reading the same article, with a smirk. “So the shit has started hitting the fan. No surprise there. He’s got a good legal team… and I made sure enough funds were put aside for the settlements that they’ll all need by the time this is over.”

Satisfied with his work, David stretched out and relaxed, his thoughts turning to the leather bars around Canal Street and some kinky, carnal fun of his own. He’d put his kinky BDSM side on the back burner while helping get the cleanup under way – first things first, after all – but now that his part in it had become more supervision and support focused, he had time for himself. October, and the city’s big leather weekend, was just around the corner. Might be time to find himself a permanent bitch too… with a dirty grin, he checked the events calendar and started making plans for a manhunt.

A few weeks later, the 5 day Manchester Leather Weekend in full flow, David walked in to the bar… to the casual observer, just another leatherman in a room full of leathermen. In reality, a quiet hunter subtly scanning the crowd.

Touching minds lightly, he found several old friends… then his thought rested on a quiet, nervous young guy tucked away at the end of the bar. Probing carefully, he found a wannabe slave & sub, new on the scene, lacking in confidence and too petrified to talk to anyone. Behind his aviators, David’s eyes softened with compassion, remembering the night he’d been that kid, years ago. Back then, another guy had helped him. Time to pass the favour on.

Projecting an aura of calm, trust and friendship, David casually strolled over to the guy. “Hey, man. You waiting for someone or just sitting alone?” The guy looked up. “I – I’m on my own.” David smiled gently. “I haven’t seen you around before… this your first go at dipping your toes into the water?” The young lad flushed and nodded. David grinned, reassuringly. “Don’t worry… we all started out like you, ‘way back when. The night’s only just getting started, so everyone’s busy greeting friends. The meat market hasn’t got going yet. Can I get you a drink? I keep a bottle of rare brandy behind the bar here…”

The guy smiled. “Yes, please… I’d like that. Oh – I’m Evan, by the way.” They shook hands. “I’m David.” Getting his bottle from the bar, along with two glass tumblers, David led the way to a table tucked in a dark corner. “Let’s settle down and get comfortable… this smaller front bar is kept quiet for socialising and conversation, with the music in the larger back bar with the dance floor, so we should be able to chill, relax and talk here as long as we want to.”

Sitting down, David poured them each a shot from the bottle… with a little magical sleight of hand to make sure Evan didn’t see the potion David was adding to his drink. “This should break the ice. Down the hatch!” Evan, manipulated by his companion so subtly he didn’t even realise it was happening, swigged the contents of his glass. Then gasped as the drink turned into a dark fire inside him, spreading to every part of his body.

“WHA–“ Evan choked out a strangled gasp as his body firmed up, his fat melted away and his shape became lean, lithe and defined… then began to grow. David watched, getting horny, rubbing his groin as Evan grew from 5’8” to 6’0”; his mass bulked up, compressed and reformed to make him sexy, defined & hardbodied; his bulge expanded; a short trimmed goatee sprang into being; and his hair shortened into a crew cut.

David grinned at Evan’s shocked expression. “Don’t worry – all that’s happening is that your inner leatherman is being unlocked. You’re being given permission to become the leather guy you want to be, in your heart of hearts. Just relax, don’t panic, and let it happen.”

Next was the gear. Evan’s eyes widened as his leather jeans turned into chaps and jockstrap, his army surplus boots morphed into a pair of Chippewa harness boots, his shirt became a harness, his tie and waistcoat disappeared and his leather coat turned into a classic biker jacket. David grinned “I see a beta leatherman coming out to play, methinks…”

Finally, the internal changes sealed the deal – and confirmed David’s guess – as a bunch of BDSM and gear kinks & knowledge were manifested in Evan’s mind, which then settled into versatile beta mode.

Blinking in shock, Evan looked at David, mouth open. “What the FUCK just happened to me?! What the BLOODY HELL was in that drink?! And” – he paused, taking a deep breath – “why do I keep wanting to call you ‘Daddy’?”

David chuckled. Dirtily. “Let’s just say I have some special gifts… I slipped a magic release potion into your drink. It facilitated your transformation into the beta leatherman you really wanted to be.” Pouring a fresh shot from the bottle for each of them (“Don’t worry – nothing added this time!”), he continued “As for the Daddy thing, that’s a natural response… I brought the leatherman you now are into being, so I am, in a sense, the father of the new man you’ve become. Whether you want to pursue that connection further” – giving Evan a dirty wink – “is entirely up to you. I’d certainly like to – but you are under no obligation to do so. Your choice.”

Evan was shaken. “Excuse me for a moment – I need a mirror!” David laughed as Evan bolted for the toilets.

Finding the washroom empty, Evan swallowed hard – and faced the mirror.

“HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT!!!”

Looking back at him was a man he didn’t recognise. A man who was the epitome of his deepest, most secret fantasies. The kind of guy you’d find in the middle of a leather sandwich. Evan desperately grabbed his wallet, extracting his driver’s licence… only to see it now bore the face of the man in the mirror. A quick check through old family photos on his phone also showed his new face and form in each one.

Evan stood quietly, looking at himself in the mirror. Letting his change sink in. Accepting the new man he’d become. “Hmmmmm… hey, sexy. Woof. WOOF. WOOF!!!” His face split with a huge, dirty grin as he accepted his new body, wriggled his hips and strutted out to rejoin David.

Sitting back down beside David, Evan grinned. “This body is something else, man. You turned me into the man of my dreams. Thanks!” David chuckled. “My pleasure. Gotta say, you’re a fucking sexy bit of eye candy too!” Evan winked. “Thanks!” He continued “As for taking it further… they say actions speak louder than words. What you just did – selflessly helping a complete stranger become his dream guy without asking anything in return – shows you to be a caring and kind person. That’s the kind of man I want – so yes, I’d like that… Daddy.” With a deep grin, David spoke. “So would I, boy. Let’s do it.” Clinking their glasses, they sat back and relaxed. Conversation flowed… a while later, with a young sub in tow, they disappeared into the darkroom for fun and fornication. Later that night, as the party wound down, Evan went home with David.

Waking up in bed the following morning, snuggled together under the duvet in a bed redolent with the smells of sex, sweat, musk and cum, David chuckled as Evan murmured sleepily “Morning, Daddy – AAARRRHHH!!!” as David rubbed His copper beard against His boy’s neck and whispered, in a low tone calculated to tickle the fine hairs inside His boy’s ears “Morning, boy.” Giggles and wriggles brought them both to full wakefulness.

Lying in bed, David manifested hot tea for them both “A special treat – for our first morning together.” Evan smiled “Thanks, Daddy.” David asked “So, did you enjoy the night, boy – and, having had a taste of it, are you happy to spend your life as my beta?” Evan was quietly certain. “Yes please, Daddy.” David smiled in joy. “Then so be it, boy.”

Reaching out to Pa’ul, David laid the story before him, and ‘ported a photograph of Evan to him. “Will you seek Mother & Father’s approval of my boy, brother?” Pa’ul was happy to do so. “Sure – I’ll show them the photo. Looks like you’re on to a good thing with that release potion you cooked up too, brother – well done!” David chuckled. “Thanks!”

Two days later, Pa’ul replied to David’s request. “Brother – good news. Mother & Father have approved of young Evan.” David was delighted, then amazed as Pa’ul continued “They’ve also given consent to his being told about the Brotherhood, under the usual binding, and have offered to initiate him if he’s willing.” David responded “WOW. I didn’t expect THAT. My thanks to Mother & Father both!”

Pa’ul added “Father does caution you, however, that Evan does not have the ability to become a full blown warlock. He’ll be able to handle the basic parapsychic abilities – teleportation, telepathy and telekinesis – and the lesser sorceries, but that’s all.” David accepted that. “Yeah – I’m not surprised. I sensed his limitations were quite a bit lower than mine. No worries… as our arrangement isn’t a partnership of equal roles, that’ll work fine. I’ll have a chat with him and see what he says.”

Later that evening, sitting on the couch with Evan cuddling up to him, David informed his boy “Something we need to talk about, boy.” Evan gave him a look of enquiry… then his eyebrows rose as David wrapped the apartment in spells of misdirection, obfuscation and cloaking – and laid binding, truth and revelation spells on Evan himself. “Relax, boy – this isn’t anything bad. I’m accountable to others for keeping what I’ve been given permission to tell you confidential, is all. Now, you’ve seen a few things I can do… but my abilities extend much further, nor am I the only one. It’s like this…”

Sitting on the couch, Evan's eyes widened further and further as his Daddy told him of the Brotherhood, the Copper Lagoon and The Spirit Of The Waters… then told him what they were doing. Once the story was told, Evan sat there gobsmacked. “Daddy – you mean that all those big fossil fuel tycoons – all those massive companies pouring filth into the oceans – have been – MY GOD!!!”

In stunned amazement, Evan began to laugh. “My only regret is that I’ll never be able to tell my ecowarrior friends about this. This is REAL action! WOW!!!” David grinned. “You can understand why the spells are mandatory now. This is too important to be exposed or hindered.” Evan nodded. “Yes, Daddy – no objections there.”

In a quiet voice, Evan added, wistfully, “I’d love to see your gills, fins & tail, though – can that be arranged?” David grinned at him. “Or even better… would you like some of your own?” Evan’s jaw dropped in shock. “REALLY???!!!” David grinned. “Yes – really. You are offered initiation, boy. Father Spirit warns that you don’t have the strength to be a warlock – but you will have the standard parapsychic abilities I spoke of, and the lesser sorceries of potions and other indirect spellwork.”

Evan was speechless. “Wow. I didn’t expect that! Let me think about this…” Shaken by the offer, he sat down, considering and evaluating all he’d been told. David watched as His boy’s face went from shock, to understanding, acceptance… then a firm quiet resolution. Ending with Evan’s words. “Daddy – I’ve been pro environmental since my teens. And the Brotherhood of the Sea is speaking to my soul in a way nothing else ever has. So… YES. I accept the offer of initiation. Thanks!”

Smiling, David drew Evan against him. “Well Chosen, boy. I'll wind up some loose ends and make arrangements.” With a net of copper fire, David rewrote reality, ending Evan’s apartment lease, ‘porting all his stuff to the spare room, ending Evan’s job and making them an independently wealthy couple. Then he reached out to Pa’ul and arranged a trip to the Copper Lagoon for them both.

Two weeks later, with arrangements made so their extended leave of absence wouldn’t cause alarm for friends or family, David ‘ported them both to Mersea Island. Pa’ul welcomed them; shortly afterwards, Evan was strapped to Spitroast Rock and the fun began.

David started the filling process, putting the cum holding spell in place via his cumshots; the 12 Guardians filled Evan with their cumshots, in both ends; then Pa’ul triggered the mix with his own cumshots, picked Evan up and bolted for the waters, where Father Spirit waited to transform the writhing, gasping young man in the embrace of Mother Lagoon.

Whispering a welcome to Evan, The Spirit Of The Waters took him beneath the waves. Wrapped in golden light, his spirit throbbed in harmony with the waters as he grew to a height of 6’6”; a long copper mane sprang from his head; his goatee turned copper and expanded into a full beard and moustache; gills manifested across his neck and shoulders… and finally, his feet and legs fused into fins and tail and were covered in copper scales, as his cock & balls grew and parts personal were protected by retractable scaly sheaths and the lesser sorcerer’s abilities became ingrained in his mind.

Smiling in joy, The Spirit Of The Waters returned to the surface and released Evan, who joined David and his other brothers in the lagoon. All bowed their heads to Father Spirit & Mother Lagoon as He sank beneath the waves and Her light dissipated… then reverence gave way to tail slapping revelry and orgies. Evan was fresh meat, after all – what else was to be expected?

That evening, sitting round the bonfire, the 15 mermen were joined by Marc & Mykl, who were visiting for a few days. Greeting their new brother, talk turned to the cleanup project. Marc grinned. “A lot of very good progress being made – but the lack of a viable power source and propulsion mechanism for vehicles is holding us back. Especially where stopping aircraft pollution is concerned. We have GOT to find or invent something clean and non polluting that can match a jet engine.”

Evan spoke up “Brothers… some friends of mine at Harvard have been researching and experimenting with antigravity, antimatter and cosmic energy. They’re being held back through lack of funding, but if some of our brothers turned tycoons can help with that they might be able to get somewhere. I’d happily act as go between, if you feel it’d be worthwhile.”

Marc was surprised; Mykl’s eyebrows rose… David looked thoughtful. “I’ll speak with Nicholas, and a few others. We need something cleaner to take the place of jets – and new technologies like those might be able to do it someday. Worth putting a bit of oomph behind the research – especially as some of our brothers’ companies have really good R&D departments, so there should be a substantial pool of experience & knowledge to draw on in addition to the funding.” Looking at Evan, he added “Boy, I’ll let you know when to reach out to your friends.” Evan nodded. “Sure, Daddy.”

As the evening rolled into night, conversation round the bonfire was lively, companionable and wide ranging, with all 17 brothers sharing food & drink… ending gradually as all sought their beds. The following morning, fun and frolics in the lagoon swallowed the day, and every day after that for two weeks… ending when David and Evan made their farewells and ‘ported home – Evan elated when he managed to ‘port himself successfully back to their apartment in Manchester.

Snuggled up in bed the following morning, David & Evan chatted over a cuppa. “So, boy – how do you feel about your new life?” David asked. Evan grinned. “Amazed and thrilled, Daddy. I feel like I hardly know myself any more. There is NO resemblance between that shy little guy hiding in a corner of the bar and the leatherman sitting in this bed with you… and I like that fact, very much indeed. Feels like a rebirth, you know?” David nodded. “Yeah – I do. All our brothers know that feeling… nobody keeps their original form beyond initiation. It’s both fun and scary.”

Steam curled under the bathroom door like a living thing. The sound of deep voices, masculine laughter, and water smacking against solid muscle echoed out into the hallway.

Colin stood just outside, his palms clammy, heart pounding.

He could hear them.

Dad. Maddox. Duncan.

Their voices had changed. Deepened. Darkened. There was this weight in every syllable, a dripping bass that rolled through the air like thunder. Colin had heard it all through the walls: the flexing, the groans, the laughter—intimate, carnal, animal.

And they didn’t even lock the door.

He stepped forward. Slowly. His bare feet crept across the cool tile. The door cracked open.

Steam blasted him in the face.

And there they were.

Three monsters. All nude. All glistening. Water running over bodies so massive the room looked like it was made for children. Adam’s chest alone could smother a man. Maddox leaned against the tile, beard wet, hairy pecs rising and falling like powerful engines. Duncan had his arms around both, lazy, cocky, smirking—his armpits slick and on full display as he leaned back against the wall like the king of the den.

And they saw him.

Duncan didn’t miss a beat. “Hey, little bro.”

Colin’s mouth worked, but no sound came out.

Maddox raised a brow. “You gonna just stand there, boy?”

Adam’s smile was slow, relaxed, knowing. “Come on in. We saved you a spot.”

But Colin snapped.

His fists clenched. His voice cracked.

“No! What the fuck is going on?! You’re all different—Dad, you were skinny and wore glasses! Maddox was mom! She made fucking pie! Duncan was CLAIRE! You were my sister! What the fuck is this?! What’s WRONG with all of you?!”

The words echoed like a punch.

Steam hissed. The other men didn’t move.

Colin kept going, voice shaking, heat rising in his face. “You all just… changed. Turned into these… things! And you’re leaving me behind! Like I’m not even part of the family anymore—like I’m just some weak little freak—”

Suddenly, a hand reached out.

Thick. Wet. Warm.

Duncan’s finger pressed firmly against Colin’s lips.

“Shhh,” Duncan murmured, smirking. “You’re wrong, lil bro. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Colin froze.

His whole body trembled under the weight of Duncan’s touch, that casual domination. His scent—sweat and musk—invaded Colin’s lungs. Something stirred. Something deep and wild and buried under layers of fear and shame and want.

Duncan leaned closer, voice low and gravelly. “It’s your time now.”

And that’s when it happened.

The Blip.

Like a gunshot through his bones.

Colin's eyes went wide. His arms jerked. His spine arched. And his body began to ERUPT.

Muscle tore through his frame like fire through dry grass. His shirt shredded off his torso as traps exploded up to his ears—skin darkening to a chocolate hue like his dad Adam. His pecs bulged outward, slamming into one another with a deep thud. His abs carved themselves from his belly in seconds, wet skin stretching over bricked slabs of pure alpha-core.

His legs twisted into pillars—thick, veiny, vascular. His calves ballooned. His back widened, lats flaring out like wings of flesh and power.

His neck thickened. Jawline squared. Facial hair stubbled in. His voice, when it came, was a deep growl of ecstasy:

“FUUUCKKKKKK…”

A massive black leather posing brief snapped into place, wrapping around a now-huge cock and pair of balls that demanded worship. A silver belt gleamed at his waist, heavy and bold.

He staggered forward, grabbing the wall as the last tremors rolled through his now colossal frame.

And then he stood tall.

Colin Reeve was gone. In his place was C.J. Reeve—pro bodybuilder, Adam's protege, Olympian-level hunk, pride of the Reeve household, and youngest bull in a pen full of monsters.

He looked down at himself and grinned, pure confidence radiating from his sweat-soaked smile.

“Well damn,” he rumbled, flexing one thick bicep. “Took me long enough.”

Duncan clapped him on the back. “There he is.”

Maddox whistled. “Look at those fuckin’ wheels.”

Adam stepped forward, gripping C.J.’s shoulder in a massive hand. “Proud of you, son.”

And C.J.? He just flexed again, pecs bouncing like twin drums.

“I’m starving. Chest and bicep day? I need protein, now.”

Duncan laughed. “Atta bro.”

The four titans walked out of the shower together, dripping, jacked, and perfect.

The Blip had finally done it's job. Their memories erased. None of them questioned the past, because there was no past. This was their reality now.

This story contains female to male TF, character TF, and identity death as well as Wrightworth shipping/romance.

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“Looking for something in particular?”

A voice disturbed Griffin, who was currently hunched over the top of a display case, filled with rings, all of them beautiful, finely crafted….and expensive. He jolted up, meeting the eyes of the clerk.