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Austin, my stepbrother had been staying with us for a few days. He was my stepmom’s son, but he was already in college by the time our parents married, so I only saw him around on holidays or breaks from school. Fancied as a renaissance man, he was shockingly muscular underneath his basic khakis and polo. He claimed he got it from his ‘superior genetics’ and that his old man had been an Olympic athlete before he died. It made me a little jealous that he was off living it up at some ivy league school while I was stuck at a dead-end fast-food job and taking night classes at the community college.

Austin was never really rude to my face, but I could always tell he was looking down his nose at me. Just cause he had a huge bulge and fat tits, and I was average didn’t mean anything.

After dinner, he retired to the guest bedroom, claiming he had a headache. It really felt more like an excuse to not have to spend more time with me and my dad than necessary. Seeing the mild disappointment on my dad’s face sent me over the edge. Just once, I wished I could get the leg up on him.

As I was going upstairs to the bathroom, I heard a loud thump come from the guest room. I knocked on the bedroom door, waited a second for a reply, and then knocked again when I didn’t hear anything.

“Hello?” I called. “You good in there, Aus?”

When he didn’t reply, I decided to go in. Worst case scenario, he had nodded off and I was going to wake him up. Best case, he, like, dropped dead or something. Not really, I rolled my eyes. That would probably tear my dad up inside, and I hated seeing him sad.

I jumped to action when I realized Austin was hanging half off of the bed in front of the old mirror his mom had thrifted the week before. She was always bringing home antiques that she wanted to restore, but they typically ended up stacked in the guest room until she got too many and gave them away. I was more surprised to see that he’d stripped down to a pair of sequined green briefs. I couldn’t help but admire how nicely they framed his supposedly superior ass and balls.

“Austin, are you okay?” I asked, not getting a reply. “Aus?”

I walked around the side of the bed and saw a vacant stare in his eyes. “Oh my god, is he…” I leaned down to take his pulse, but his body instantly deflated when I pressed into his skin.

I stepped back in horror and yelped, my stepbrother little more than a flesh-colored blob on the ground in front of me. I carefully reached down and picked him up, noting the elasticity of it. It almost felt like a latex suit with a matte surface. With nothing to hold it up, the sequined briefs fell to the floor and revealed his prize-winning sausage.

My jaw dropped. He was packing no less than seven inches of fully functional beef in his pants and it wasn’t even fully hard yet! No wonder he was such a smug jerk. I probably would’ve been a jerk too if my dick was basically a third leg.

Closing the door behind me, I quickly stripped out of my clothes, scooped up the briefs, and slid them up my legs. My hardening dick pressed into the fabric, the pale flesh visible through the stretched-out fabric. I was so captured in how warm and moist they felt that I didn’t notice the blob moving until it had already engulfed both my feet. I suppressed a scream, but terror rose in my chest as I found it had glued me to the floor.

I struggled against it as it coated more and more of my legs, slowly rising as it if were water in a sinking ship. As far as I could tell, I had two options: I could call for help and reveal myself the briefs with Austin nowhere to be found or I could just tough it out and see what happened. I couldn’t swallow what little pride I had, so I decided to tough it out.

The flesh blob felt warm as it climbed up my legs. Once it reached the briefs, it, surprisingly filtered underneath the fabric, putting my dick and balls in a vice. At the sudden burst of pleasure, I fell to my knees and moaned. This was the opening the blob needed to latch onto my hands and quickly consume up to my neck.

At that point, I considered my pride swallowed, but it was too late. When I opened my mouth to yell, the goo flooded down my throat. Fully encapsulated, I held my breath for as long as I could and then fainted.

I came to sometime later, expecting to be in the hospital or still on the floor. However, I was perfectly tucked into bed. Pulling the sheets back, I nearly yelled at what I saw. A flawless set of abs with a blonde treasure trail leading to a pair of green sequined briefs. I jumped out of bed into a room that was totally different.

Stepmom’s antique collection was nowhere to be seen. A few posters of athletes lined a wall, some dumbbells in the corner. However, the same mirror hung over the dresser. To my shock and dismay, I looked like the spitting image of Austin. I wasn’t sure what happened. Possession? Transformation?

I pinched myself and swore. “What the fuck!” I even sounded like him. “I need to get out of here or call someone. This is insane.” You rummage around the room for Austin’s phone and find it on the floor between the nightstand and the bed. With a face recognition lock, it instantly opens.                A wave of notifications from Austin’s friends hit and I found myself distracted replying to his DMs, snapping a few pics for the bros, and generally feeling a shit-eating grin on my face when the homies hit me back with a few ass shots. I couldn’t resist whipping my dick out and jerking one out right there.

Thoughts of my life as Larry felt really distant and it got harder to remember anything the harder I got. Seeing the dicks on the phone and sending my own felt right, it felt like what I was used to. I had a ton of friends, tons of one-night stands with hot jocks and dudes from college. Last time I didn’t sleep with a guy on the first date, my friends thought I was sick. Snapping a pic to a dude I’d fucked a few times, I finally busted and shot a huge load across the phone screen. Cum tributes were pretty hot, I thought.

I tossed the phone down a second later and remembered what was happening. It was like the thoughts I had weren’t my own or I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed a dirty towel off the floor, wiped my overly giant meat down, and slipped it back inside the briefs. I felt a little perverted, but I couldn’t deny how hot what just happened was. I may have gone again if my dad hadn’t knocked on the door.

A knock on the door later and dad slipped inside. Without realizing, I posed a little, as if I was showing off.

“Hey daddy,” I said breathily.

“Good morning, Austin. Mom said breakfast will be ready in a few if you want to head down.” His eyes unfocused a bit as they looked me over. “Nice to see you’ve been, uh,” he cleared his throat. “Hitting the gym, son. I wish I had a body like that when I was your age.”

I grinned. “You could have a body like this right now, daddy.” I reached down and tugged on the sides of the briefs, revealing my perfectly cut Adonis belt. Some part of me was absolutely terrified of what was about to happen, but a louder voice said it was normal. I had been trying to fuck my step-dad ever since he married my mom when I was in high school.

“You’re funny, but no,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that to your mom.”

“Boo, you’re no fun. I promise it’d be the best you ever had.” I plead. “Cross my heart.” I ran my index finger across my chest, flicking in on my nipple.

Dad turned around, but not before I spotted the bulge growing in his slacks. One of these visits from college, I was gonna get him. If these briefs weren’t the right ones, I had plenty left to try out.

“Get dressed and come down for breakfast,” he said.

As he turned to walk away, I briefly came to my senses. “W-wait, what about m—Larry!”

Dad turned back with a raised eyebrow. “Who?”

“Your son?” I asked, a little desperate to find out what happened to me.

“Are you feeling okay? I don’t have a son.” He replied.