Everyone Loves A Niche - Part 1
(Original story posted June 30th 2024) This story has been significantly Updated!
This story was always one of my personal favourites. Massive thanks to @verus-animus for all his help with this update! As you can see it’ll be split into two parts this time due to the increased word count. I hope you all enjoy looking back at this one just as much as I have! ❤️
Ollie never would’ve believed that the plan he and his brother Justin came up with would be this successful. Their dad Nick had become famous online! Before he’d just been a middle-aged, run-of-the-mill weatherman. Nothing in particular made him stand out beyond his boring weather reads between the news, always spoken in a professional monotone that could put almost anyone to sleep.
But now everything has changed.
Tons of viral videos were circulating of Nick doing all sorts of popular and trendy dance moves that people online seemed to love. It’d even gotten to the point where he’d been given the green light to show off some dance moves while he’s live on air presenting the weather sometimes! His followers on all social media continued to grow and grow by the day. His Instagram had upwards of 2 and half million while his TikTok account already had well over 9 Million! It was incredible!
Ollie could never have expected their little plan to work this well. Sure he and his brother Justin had to do something pretty insane in order push their dad’s career to this height but it was more than worth it in the end. He knew their Dad never would have agreed to this had he been given a choice but what he didn’t know would hurt him. Besides, Ollie was sure he was sleeping soundly in the depths of his own subconscious. Or at least that’s what Justin told him.
Nick let out a long sigh as he arrived home from work, closing the front door behind him before wiping his brown oxfords on the doormat. However he hardly had time to put down his briefcase before his ears twitched at the sound of arguing voices coming from upstairs. His two sons. There was no doubt they’d gotten into it over something stupid.
He sighed again. He’d hoped those two would eventually grow out of this phase like most normal siblings do when they reach adulthood. Yet even now that Ollie was 20 and Justin was 23, they still seemed to bicker like teens half the time. Even when the work day ended, his job as a father was never finished. He loved both his sons dearly but he was starting to hope one of them would find a partner to move out with soon. At least then he’d have a little more peace and quiet.
Nick hung his head in silence for a moment before trudging his way up the stairs to see what all the commotion was about. As Nick drew closer to the top of the stairs however, the shouting suddenly stopped. Had they heard the clack of his shoes against the stairs as he ascended? Whatever the case it only tugged on Nick’s curiosity. He peeked his head inside Ollie’s bedroom first to find it empty. His brow furrowed as he closed the door again and turned his attention to the bedroom of his older son, Justin. Just before he grabbed the door handle however, Nick heard what sounded like hushed whispers coming from inside. He couldn’t make out what was being said but as a father he couldn’t help finding it suspicious.
Nick waited a beat before giving the door a gentle knock and announcing that he was coming in. The door creaked open to the sight of his two boys standing awkwardly near Justin’s bed as they looked over at him. Their expressions seemed equal parts worried, apprehensive and secretive. The older man’s fatherly instinct kicked in almost immediately with that nagging feeling he always got when they were trying to hide something from him.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “…What’s going on in here guys?” He questioned. “I just heard shouting coming from up here. What was all that about?” He continued, his tone laced with both authority and concern.
The siblings glanced at one another before looking back at their Dad. There was a moment of awkward silence between them all until but finally Justin decided to speak up.
“Well Dad.” He began as he stood up straight with a sudden air of confidence. “We’ve decided that we’re going to help boost your career a little.” He stated with an almost prideful smirk.
Nick had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Oh come on boys. We’ve already gone over this. Starting an Instagram or TikTok account isn’t going to skyrocket my career. That’s just a silly fantasy folks like to sell to people your age. I’m a weatherman, not a social media influencer.” He grumbled, having had this exact conversation with them multiple times by this point. Of all the things Ollie and Justin disagreed on, for some reason this was the one thing they kept ganging up on him about recently. “I even tried posting a few things on that Instagram account you made me but not much has happened.”
“Well duh. That’s because you only post boring stuff Dad.” His younger son Ollie chirped up.
Nick scoffed. “I’ll have you know that meteorology is extremely interesting. Learning about all the intricacies of how the atmosphere of our planet functions. Being able to quantify all different kinds of phenomena that appear in the weather cycle. I think if more people just sat down and-”
Ollie cut his father off with an exaggerated snore. “Boringggg. No Dad. You need to post things that are really gonna catch people’s attention. Interesting stuff. Cool stuff. Funny stuff. Or just anything that isn’t as boring as literally everything you just said. Like maybe-”
This time Nick was the one to cut off his son before Ollie could get another word in. “I know what you’re going to say and, like I said before, it’s not happening. I’m not doing any of those silly dances you’ve shown me. I’ll look like a complete idiot. And I still don’t see how dancing online will boost my career.” He said with a hint of annoyance. Just the mere thought of him, as a 41 year old man, dancing in front of a camera for TikTok or whatever made him cringe.
But his sons just wouldn’t give up.
“Trust us Dad! People would love it. If you get good at it, you might get noticed. That could lead to you getting more followers and becoming more well known. Eventually you could even become really popular which could do wonders for your career!” Ollie continued as if it were a no-brainer.
Nick shook his head. “Come on son. Even you should hear how far-fetched and stupidly wishful that sounds.”
“Don’t know until you try.” Justin added swiftly.
Nick gave him a sarcastic smile. “I’m not going to embarrass myself on the internet for attention. You two can go ahead but leave me out of it. So stop asking.” He said sternly before allowing the fake smile to fade. “Now. Care to tell me what the two of you were shouting about earlier? You’ve conveniently tried to dodge that question.”
The siblings looked at each other for a moment as if daring the other to say something. There was an awkward silence but just as Nick was getting ready to repeat the question, Justin answered.
“Well… we just uhhh… had a disagreement over who was a better dancer.” Nick’s older son shrugged while trying to act casual. “Ollie is under the delusion that he’s a better dancer than me now just because one of his videos got a ton of views. He won’t accept that the only reason so many people shared it was because he was wearing the shortest shorts known to mankind.”
Ollie glared at Justin for a moment, rolling his eyes but resisting the temptation to argue. He did however want to grab the nearest object and throw it at Justin’s head as he watched his brother mouthed the word “slut” at him. Nick on the other hand just squinted at his two adult children in disbelief.
“Really? That’s it?” Nick shook his head, not being able to help laughing at the absurdity of what he’d just heard. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand your generation.” He muttered as he loosened his tie before backing out of the room and making his way back towards the stairs. “I’m off to watch some TV. If you want anything for dinner, let me know in the next hour or you’ll be making it yourselves.” A yawn escaped his mouth as he began to descend, the familiar clack on his oxfords still echoing with every step.
Ollie and Justin looked at one another again and waited until their father was out of earshot before Ollie walked over and closed the door
“Why the fuck would you say that?” Ollie said without hesitation.
Justin shrugged. “What? Would you rather I told him the whole truth?” He questioned as he hopped onto his bed, lying back comfortably with his hands behind his head. “Oh sorry dad. We were just arguing over which one of us was a better dancer so we could decide who gets to takeover your-” Justin’s mockery was halted before he could finish by Ollie shushing aggressively at him.
“Keep your voice down!” Ollie said in an exaggerated whisper. “He might hear us…”
“Alright, alright. Chill the fuck out.” Justin replied as he brushed off his little brother's paranoia. “That conversation confirmed what we already thought though right? He’s clearly never going to listen to us. We need to go through with the plan, regardless of who’s gonna be in the driver’s seat.”
Ollie took breath as he tried to calm his nerves. “I guess so yeah. In that case I supposed we should start getting all the essentials together?”
Hours passed and Nick was still sitting in front of the TV watching a nature documentary of some kind after having made dinner. Ollie and Justin never ended up asking for food which Nick thought was a little odd. He cooked pretty much every night and his sons almost never passed up the opportunity to taste whatever he’d whipped up. He thought of reminding them but decided that they were adults now. They could take care of themselves. If anything he probably pampered them too much.
Nick laid back in his seat as the documentary talked about how the changes in earth's climate was affecting certain species. His son’s would no doubt call it boring like they did with most things he liked. He’d always tried helping them to understand his hobbies and interests but it never seemed to click. And vice versa, Nick had tried connecting with his son’s by playing a few of their favourite games and trying to understand some of their interests but he could never wrap his head around it all. Sometimes it felt like he was doomed to simply be their boring dad who struggled to keep up with the new generation. That wouldn’t stop him from trying though.
He found himself really getting into the documentary, having zoned out to the time and everything else. That was until his ear perked up at the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs behind him. Ollie and Justin must’ve finally gotten hungry, he thought. Instead of wandering into the kitchen to raid the fridge and cupboards however, the pair instead made their way into the living room. Nick raised an eyebrow at his boys as they came to stand directly in front of his seat, blocking his view of TV.
“Too late. I’ve already made my food.” Nick hummed, assuming they’d come to guilt trip him into cooking something for them. Half the time he would’ve given in. Not tonight though. “If you want something then you’ll have to make it yourselves.” Nick added before motioning at them to move out of the way so he could continue the documentary. But they didn’t move.
“This isn’t about dinner, Dad.” Ollie began. “We’ve come to tell you something really important.”
Nick’s face scrunched with a mix of intrigue. With the way they were standing, he already had an idea as to what this could be about. He’d suspected it for a long time but hadn’t said anything. He wanted them to come to him first. The look on his face faded into a reassuring smile that he made sure to flash in both their directions.
“Look boys. You can tell me anything. It doesn’t matter who you choose to be or… who you choose to be with. I will always love and support both of you no matter what. Even if you choose to be with other boys instead of girls.” Nick said those words like he’d rehearsed them a hundred times. For a long time now he’d suspected both his sons were gay or at least bisexual. Neither of them had seemed to have much interest in girls their age growing up. Their favourite characters in video games and movies always seemed to be the muscular men rather than the curvy women. Neither of them had ever had a girlfriend either. It just made sense! “Just know that I’ll always be your dad, no matter what.” He added.
Justin and Ollie looked at one another, slightly horrified and a little embarrassed but mostly shocked that their father had immediately jumped to that conclusion. He wasn’t wrong though. Both brothers had known they were gay for a long time but they’d only ever told each other. Justin had been the first to admit it and less than a year later Ollie revealed that he was gay as well️. What were the chances of that? If anything it was a big relief knowing they were in the same boat. But had it really been that obvious to their father this entire time? Apparently so.
“W-what?? No… well I-I mean…” Ollie stumbled with his words frantically before his brother swiftly cut in.
“That’s not what we came to talk to you about.” Justin said firmly, regaining his composure quickly.
Nick blinked. “Ah. Sorry for assuming.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Well Dad. Ollie and I have been talking a lot and we’ve finally come to a decision on something.” Justin paused for a beat as he looked over at Ollie for confirmation that they were both ready to go through with this. The small nod he received from his younger brother was all he needed. “We’ve come to tell you that we’re taking over from now on.” Justin said firmly. .
Nick’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Take over? What are you going on about?” He rightfully asked. “You mean you want to take over my social media accounts again? Because that is not happening again. Not after the two of you used your generation's weird slang on one of my posts.” Nick had tried to forget the embarrassment he’d felt after seeing that, ignoring the fact that it’d somehow garnered the most attention of anything he’d ever posted.
Justin shook his head. “Not exactly. I mean we will have access to your accounts but only by proxy of the fact that they’ll belong to me.” Justin said ominously. “Because we’re going to do for you what you’re too stubborn to do for yourself.”
Nick didn’t have much chance to get a word in before Justin stuck a hand in his pocket and pulled out a tiny pouch. Nick asked what his son was doing but Justin ignored him as he emptied the contents of the pouch onto his palm. A small mound of green glittery powder piled gently on his hand. It shimmered with an eerie otherworldly glow that didn’t fail to catch Nick’s eyes. But before the older man even had a chance to ask what it was, Justin held his palm down in front of his father’s face and blew gently.
Nick’s face coughed and spluttered as a sparkly green cloud shrouded his face. He couldn’t help breathing it in and the moment he did, his eyes started to drift and flutter. “J-Justin?! What have you-” He could barely finish a sentence as his eyes grew heavier and his body became unresponsive. In a matter of moments Nick faded from consciousness completely. His head lolled backwards as his body slumped into the sofa.
“Jeez be careful Justin! That could’ve blown back in your face as well!” Ollie muttered nervously.
“I know what I’m doing, Ollie.” Justin half smirked. He waited a beat before leaning down and giving their dad a pat on the cheek to check he was definitely asleep. Nick hardly responded beyond a small grunt. He was out cold. “Let’s just worry about setting up and performing this ritual before Dad wakes up again alright? Otherwise we’ll be in deep shit.”
Ollie gave his brother a look before heading back to their room to grab the rest of the things they needed for the ritual. Meanwhile Justin started by moving the table and chairs in the dining room to make some extra space. Once Ollie returned with the spellbook, chalk and a bunch of potion ingredients, he placed them on the table ready. Next up was the difficult task of moving their father’s unconscious body from the living room to the dining room.
“Alright uhmm… you grab his legs, I’ll grab his arms?” Ollie suggested after they’d awkwardly and carefully managed to pull their dad off the sofa and onto the carpet, causing his dress shirt to ride up his stomach. Justin nodded in confirmation. Justin grabbed onto his dad’s ankles while Ollie hooked himself under Nick’s armpits. Then in a combined effort the two siblings were able to lift their slumbering father and carry him into the dining room where they set him down gently on the cold hard floor. After moving his arms and legs a little to make sure he was laid flat and even, the pair stood over their dad for a moment. They knew that if they continued there would be no turning back. Ollie was slightly apprehensive but Justin couldn’t have been more ready to get this show on the road.
Ollie grabbed the spell book and flipped it open to the page they’d bookmarked with all the instructions they needed for the ritual. He then grabbed the chalk and used it to draw a large circle around their father’s unconscious body. Meanwhile Justin took to the kitchen with the potion ingredients. He began mixing together an assortment of herbs, spices and other oddities to create a pulsing catalyst potion as per the spell book’s instructions. Once the concoction was seemingly complete, he brought it back through to the dining room. There he found Ollie who’d just finished drawing the last of the magical runes around the chalk circle, having copied the pattern from the spell book exactly.
“Is it finished?” Justin asked while surveying Ollie’s work.
Ollie glanced between what he’d drawn and the image in the spell book a few times. “I think so yeah… let me just…” he bent down and scribbled an extra line or two into a couple of the runes, ensuring they were all perfect. “Okay yeah. Now it’s done.” He huffed, certain that he’d gotten all the details.
“Well I suppose there’s only one thing left to do right?” Justin said with a smirk while looming over his father’s body, sleeping in the same suit he’d come home from work in. When Ollie didn’t reply however, he turned to his younger brother with an eyebrow raised. “What? I hope you’re not thinking of backing out now.” He accused.
Ollie’s eyes snapped towards Justin. “No! I’m not. It’s just…” He scuffed his shoe against the floor, glancing down at their dad again before returning his gaze to Justin. “Why do you get to be dad?…” He muttered with a twinge of jealousy.
Justin rolled his eyes with an overdramatic sigh. “Oh my god! Seriously Ollie? We’re not having this conversation again.” Justin huffed in annoyance. Though he quickly realised how harsh his tone sounded, opting to take a breath before continuing. “Look. We both agreed that if dad posted some great videos of him dancing that he could take off on social media right? I mean nobody expects a weatherman in a nice suit to start busting out some cool dance moves do they? It’s a niche. People love niche things.” Justin explained. “Buuuut the better he is at dancing, the higher chance he has of getting noticed. That said, between the two of us, I’m a far better dancer. Even you have to admit that.”
“Fine. I guess you’re right.” Ollie murmured. It was true. Justin had a far better chance at pulling this off than he did. That didn’t stop Ollie from feeling a twang of envy towards his brother for getting to experience being inside their father’s body though. “But for the record I still wanna say this feels like a long shot. I mean come on. Do you really think Dad dancing on the internet is gonna skyrocket his career?”
“It can’t hurt to try? And we both know he won't try. His career won’t be going anywhere at the rate he’s doing things. At least this way we’re giving him a chance. And if it doesn’t work then at least we tried it. We won’t have to go on wondering.” Justin said firmly. “But honestly… I’ve got a good feeling about this.”
Justin leaned over and grabbed the spell book. He skimmed his eyes over the entire ritual, quickly reading through all the instructions again to ensure they’d done everything right up to now. He double checked all of Ollie’s runes around the chalk circle. He went over all the ingredients he’d used for the catalyst potion in his memory and he couldn’t think of a single thing he might’ve missed. It might’ve seemed a little OCD but they couldn’t risk messing up something like this. With that he turned to Ollie again with a nod. “Right. I think we’re ready to go.”
“Hold on. Don’t you need to be wearing some of Dad’s clothes first for it to work?.” Ollie chirped up quickly. “Like his tie or his shoes?” He recalled the ritual mentioning something along those lines as being another component needed to enhance the connection between two bodies.
Justin smirked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I already am wearing something.” He claimed before tugging down the waist of his jeans slightly. He had no home in revealing that he was already wearing a pair of their dad’s underwear. Justin tried not to laugh as he watched Ollie’s face go red. “Now let’s get started.”
Justin took a deep breath before knocking back the potion he’d made. It certainly didn’t taste pleasant but he was able to get it down. A shiver of disgust ran down his spine as Justin carefully stepped inside the circle. He stared down at his dad for a moment before taking a long deep breath. He proceeded to lower himself, crouching first before carefully leaning forwards. Justin made sure to keep himself calm and steady as he laid himself face down on top of his father’s body. His own face rested against his father’s chest as he grabbed his dad’s hands and interlocked their fingers. Of course a part of him couldn’t help feeling this was incredibly perverted. Being this close to his unconscious father. Yet at the same time he couldn’t help feeling strangely excited at the feeling of being pressed against an older, taller, and more muscular body. The one responsible for bringing him into this world. One that would soon belong to him.
Once Justin was in place, Ollie began reciting the incantation that would activate the magic in the circle to begin the ritual. He’d practiced quite a few times in the comfort of his bedroom so he was familiar with the words. Despite that he still went slow to ensure he didn’t misspeak. With every word, the runes and even the chalk circle itself began to glow a multitude of different colours. A gust of wind seemed to roll through the room out of nowhere as the glow grew brighter.
Justin’s heart rate began to skyrocket when he felt an unnatural bubbling sensation coming from inside his body. The potion he drank was already reacting to the activated runes. He could feel himself starting to burn up, his skin growing hotter by the second. The heat was most intense around his palms, causing him to squeeze his dad’s hands even tighter until he felt some kind of strange release. Suddenly Justin couldn’t feel his own hands at all. He raised his head off his dad’s chest for a moment to see with wonder as his hands started to fuse with his father’s bigger ones. Part of him couldn’t believe it was actually working. He’d believed in it of course but that didn’t stop Justin’s eyes from bulging as he watched his own hands disappear and become a part of his father’s flesh.
It felt good. Really good. The only way Justin could describe it was that his entire body felt just as sensitive as his dick and the pleasure he felt only amplified when a part of him sank inside his father. That’s why he couldn’t stop himself from moaning as his arms slowly vanished inside his dad’s, somehow passing through the fabric of his dad’s dress shirt. Ollie was just as stunned, barely able to hold his focus on the spell book’s incantation as he glanced at the scene before him. It almost looked like Justin was a ghost slowly disappearing inside their father’s body in an effort to claim it. But before he could get any further, their dad started to wake up…
Nick's eyes flickered open in confusion at first. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the sofa when Justin blew some strange dust in his face. Now he was… staring up at the dining room ceiling? His confusion very quickly turned to panic and terror though as he failed to sit up due to the weight on his chest and the limpness of his arms. He looked down to see his eldest son was laying on top of him while his other son recited some creepy magic words in the background.
“J-Justin?! What’re you doing?! W-what the hell is going on!?” Nick bellowed fearfully. He tried to push Justin away… but his arms still wouldn’t respond. No matter how hard he tried, his arms and hands refused to move. That’s when he saw the impossible. Nick turned his head to see that Justin’s arms had been almost completely absorbed inside his own. Immediately his eyes went wide with terror. He wanted to scream but the sound got caught in his throat, emerging as a jittery croak instead. In a panic, he started to thrash around underneath Justin. Flailing his torso and kicking his legs in any effort to escape from whatever the hell kind of nightmare this was. All while still trying and failing to move his arms.
“Fuck. Fuck…” Justin mumbled, having feared this exact scenario. “Dad. Just stay calm. It’ll be over soon. Just let me inside.” He tried to say in as tranquil of a way as possible to keep his father from making things more complicated. But that would quickly prove to be an impossible task.
“Let you… inside!? What the fuck are you talking about?!?!” Nick’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he screamed. Justin was just barely able to keep him pinned with his own body weight. Considering they were now attached, it was impossible for Nick to actually get away from him but that didn’t stop the terrified weatherman from trying anyway. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long until Nick managed to wriggle them both out of the circle and disrupt the ritual. Justin had no idea what would happen if the ritual wasn’t completed properly and he didn’t want to find out.
“Dad! Stay still! Just stop moving!” Justin shouted desperately. “You’re just gonna make things worse if you don’t let me in!” He tried to reason as best he could but he pleas fell upon deaf ears.
Ollie watched from behind the circle as Nick’s legs continued to kick about. Scraping the floor and kicking the air frantically. Seeing his father acting like this was almost hard to watch. He’d never seen his dad so terrified. Yet at the same time seeing his older brother’s body starting to sink inside his dad was too mesmerising to look away from. He’d only glance away for a few seconds at a time to look at the spellbook while he continued to chant. Ollie wanted to help somehow but he couldn’t risk messing up the incantation. He just had to trust Justin.
Justin knew it was down to him to make sure the ritual was completed so in a desperate attempt to speed things up, Justin slammed his own legs down on top of his dad’s as hard as he could. While doing so, he imagined his dad’s longer legs and larger feet becoming his own. It wasn’t easy with how much his father was flailing around but soon he began to feel it. His legs phased through the suit pants and began sinking into his dad’s hairy legs.
Nick’s meltdown only worsened as he felt himself losing autonomy over his legs. They continued to kick about for a moment but became less responsive the deeper Justin sank. Soon enough his thighs and calves began to spasm uncontrollably while his feet twitched inside his dress shoes before finally going docile. Completely paralysed like his arms.
“J-Justin. Please… Y-you have t-to stop this. I d-don’t… I…” Nick’s voice trembled in a way that made Justin feel kinda bad for his father.
“Sorry Dad. We can’t stop this now.” Justin replied with a very surface level amount of empathy. “You just have to let me in. That’s it. As soon as I take over your body, I promise we’ll both feel so much better. You’ll get to sit back and relax while I improve your life from the inside.” He reasoned with an eerie smile that was supposed to be reassuring. “Just relax and let me be dad for a while.”
Beads of sweat trickled down Nick’s flushed face. None of his limbs would respond now. All he could move was his head, neck and torso down his backside. Escaping now felt even more impossible but that didn’t stop him from trying. Despite Justin’s attempt at calming him down, Nick only continued flops and thrash around with whatever control he still had. But it would never be enough.
Justin slowly lowered his head until his face was resting against his father’s chest again. “This is inevitable now dad. Stop fighting it.” He hummed, refusing to move no matter how much his dad wriggled. “Just let me come home for a while.”
“Come… h-home?” Nick questioned through ragged breaths. “What are yo-oooouuughhh…” He devolved into an involuntary moan before he could finish as Justin began to grind their crotches together. Nick hated it. He wanted it to end more than anything. Yet the sheer pleasure he felt from Justin’s groin rubbing up against his own bulge was unprecedented. Even if he tried to move his hips to get away, it only caused their crotches to grind even more. All he could do was bite back moan after horrifying moan.
Justin pressed his groin down even harder until he could practically feel the outline of his dad’s wonderful dick. “Think about it dad. I originated from you.” He began to elaborate just his crotch started phasing through the fabric of their clothes so it could sink into Nick’s body. Their cocks briefly touched before Justin’s was pulled inside. “Before I was me, I was a part of you. I was just swimming around in your balls before you decided to shoot me out into the world. That makes you my real home.” Justin pushed himself deeper, hips sinking in. “I’m just coming back for a visit…” He finished while his ass sunk lower before finally disappearing as well.
Nick’s begging and pleading became even more frantic and deranged than before. Ollie had become visibly uncomfortable by the whole situation. Both by what Justin had been saying and by their father’s distress. But he had to keep chanting for both their sakes. Even as Nick started begging him for help instead. Ollie could only stand by as Justin’s torso continued to sink just like the rest of him had. His stomach and chest vanished slowly but surely until Nick found himself unable to move from the neck down as Justin’s back disappeared. All that was left now was their heads as Justin’s neck protruded from his father’s upper chest. His face still snuggled up against his dad’s pecs with a satisfied smile.
“Don’t worry daddy. By the time I’m finished, you’re gonna be a star.”
Nick watched with pure terror as Justin began pressing the last of himself inside. Unable to move or fight back as he was forced to consume the last of his son’s essence. But as Justin’s head seeped into Nick’s chest, the older man’s eyes began to roll back as a long and powerful groan escaped his mouth. It was different from the involuntary moans of before. It was more primal. One that echoed across the entire house while Justin’s mind and soul forcefully took up residence inside Nick’s mature brain.
Ollie glanced worryingly as he watched his father’s body begin to flail and convulse in the circle. His older brother had completely vanished now. Only the clothes he’d been wearing were left, now draped on top of their dad’s body as he shook and moaned uncontrollably. The battle for control that’d been taking place on the outside was now happening on the inside instead. Nick was still fighting back with whatever strength.
After what felt like hours, the convulsing finally stopped. Nick fell silent and his body went still. The circle and runes Ollie had drawn out stopped glowing and the strong air that’d been twisting around them dispersed in an instant. It was finished. Ollie was finally able to stop chanting. The younger sibling took a breath before tossing the book down and going to check on his father… or brother? He wasn’t sure yet but he was sure about to find out as his father’s body hummed groggily, eyes stirring open again.
The suited older man laid there for a moment as he waited for his eyes to focus and for the world to stop spinning around him. And once it had, he lifted his head. Squinting as he looked down at himself with a flicker of emotion that Ollie couldn’t quite make out. He didn’t seem angry or upset anymore though. Instead he lifted his hands up towards his face, inspecting them. Like he was taking in every little detail before glancing back down at the rest of his body. Feeling his chest as he ran hands over his dress shirt slowly before diverting towards his thighs. Then, in an instant, eyes shot open wide like a haze had just been lifted. He sat up with a velocity that caused Ollie to stumble backwards slightly. His eyes glittering with pure wonder as he looked down at himself.
“Justin?…” Ollie whispered as he watched his dad nervously.
Ollie’s father snapped his gaze towards the young man. He stared blankly for a moment before a slow eerie grin began to creep across Nick’s face. One that was so characteristically Justin.
“Not anymore kiddo.” Justin said with his father’s deeper and more masculine voice, causing him to grab his throat in surprise for a moment. Though as he massaged the noticeably larger lump on his neck, Justin couldn’t help noticing the scratch of stubble around it. This prompted his hand to move further up towards his face where the stubble was far more prominent. The itch of his father’s well maintained facial hair graced his fingers. He couldn’t even begin to express how extraordinary it felt.
Ollie stumbled back as Justin slowly pushed himself up onto his feet, planting his father’s shiny oxfords on the floor with a familiar clack. He wobbled a little as he adjusted to his new size and height but muscle memory was quick to kick in. It wasn’t long before he found himself standing tall in the body of the man that gave him life. Not to mention grinning ecstatically.
“I’m your dad now.” Justin said firmly while looking down at Ollie. “Don’t forget it.” He added with a confident wink as his manly hands wandered towards his chest again. They ran back and forth curiously over it. Even undoing the top few buttons to reach inside his shirt and feel the fuzzy hair on his dad’s chest. “Uughhh wow! I’ve always wondered what it was like having chest hair like this. Mmmhmmm… it feels amazing!” It was quite the upgrade. Of all the things his father had passed down to him, body hair wasn’t one of them. Nick certainly wasn’t the hairiest man in the world. Far from it. But compared to Justin’s previous smooth body, his dad’s chest hair was something to marvel at.
Once he’d finished admiring his chest, Justin moved his hands over his arms and down his stomach, taking note of the shape and feel of his Dad’s body. “I’ve barely been inside Dad for two minutes and already everything feels so different. My hands and fingers. My arms and legs. Just the lengths… a-and that shape of them all. It's all so weird. But god it feels great!” He exclaimed, clearly enjoying this waaaaaay too much already.
Ollie was lost for words at the sight before him. Seeing his dad/brother act like this was… chilling in a way. To say he was uncomfortable watching his father feel himself up knowing it was his older brother in the driver's seat was an understatement. And yet absolutely nothing could’ve prepared him for what happened next.
There was a look of realisation that crossed Justin’s stubble coated face and no more than a second later one of his hands quickly descended down towards his crotch. It’d felt so natural between his new legs that somehow he hadn’t noticed the difference at first. But as soon as he squeezed his new bulge, Justin’s expression twisted into a look of both shock and pleasure as his mouth hung agape.
“Holyyyy fuuuck…” he grunted as he ran his hand over the outline of his father’s cock. “Ollie… I have Dad’s dick.” He said rather bluntly before he reached a little lower and gave his new balls a squeeze. “Uuuff… oooo god. That’s where we came from? Jesus that’s… wow. They’re so sensitive. Mmmmmm…” A shiver traveled up his spine at the mere feeling of his new manhood. His father’s manhood.
Ollie cringed, having already looked away by this point. “Okay yeah-c-can you please stop. Like, right now!” He blurted out. “Do I need to remind you that you’re talking about our… dad’s balls?…” Of course he’d been curious to take over their dad’s body as well but… this was just too much right now. Seeing his ordinarily clean cut and well put together father act so crude… It was disturbing.
Justin didn’t seem to take any notice of the discomfort he was causing his sibling/son. Instead he took a wobbly step towards Ollie, stumbling almost as he did. Hand still firmly grasping his bulge. “Fuck it feels bigggg though…” he continued. “I alwayssss wondered if dad was bigger than us orrrr not… ” His words were beginning to sound slurred. Almost as if he were drunk. “Feels like ol’ daddy-o has quite the uhhh… pussy pounder…” He said with a low growl. “Or ass pounder. I don’t discriminate.”
“Okay. That’s it.” Ollie stepped in and grabbed Justin by the arm. “Justin. I think you’re drunk on residual magic from the ritual. The book said this might happen.” He sighed. After the freakiness of the ritual itself, this was the last thing Ollie needed to see. “Let me help you upstairs to the bedroom so you can lie down and rest for a bit. It’ll give your body and mind some time to adjust. Okay?” And without waiting for a response he swung one of Justin’s masculine arms over his shoulder and began hauling him out of the dining room.
Thankfully Justin went along with it. “Mmm… I don’t think I’m drunk but…” His tone and increasing inability to walk without tripping would prove otherwise. “…I guessss I’m a little tired after becoming your daddy.” He hummed while biting his lip.
“Please. Please stop talking.” Ollie grumbled as he directed Justin through the living room and towards the stairs.
"Wooooowww... dad’s stubble feels weird. But not like... in a bad way." Justin continued to ramble as he itched his new face again while Ollie practically dragged him up the stairs. "It just feels so funny and scratchy..." He chuckled to himself dumbly.
After a bit of effort, Ollie was somehow able to get Justin into their Dad’s room before laying him down on the bed. Ollie then tugged the brown oxfords their dad had been wearing off Justin's feet to make him more comfortable.
“Just get some sleep. I’ll check on you later. Okay?” Ollie said while placing the oxfords near the bedroom door.
Justin simply smiled. “Thank you… son” He clearly got way too much satisfaction out of saying that.
Ollie grimaced slightly. It shouldn’t have sounded weird. His dad had called him son all the time. But knowing that it was Justin and the way that he said it… Ollie didn't even know how to feel. Before he had a chance to process it however, he found himself looking away in discomfort as Justin reached down and groped his bulge again.
“You came from me. My biggggg daddy dick…” Justin added, his new cock obviously getting hard. “I gave you life!” He shouted before devolving into drunken laughter.
Ollie didn’t even dignify it with a response. He simply closed the door and hoped Justin would pass out before he did or said anything else creepy. Honestly he was already starting to wonder if this was really a good idea after all.
Ollie found himself sitting on the floor outside the bedroom. He could hear Justin mumbling to himself and rustling around on the bed but he tried his best to not pay it any mind. Instead he thought ahead to where their plan was headed next. Before they could start with the dancing and social media stuff, they’d need to make sure Justin could pull off a convincing impression of their dad. They’d need to be fast as well due to the temporary nature of the possession. If they didn’t get things underway quickly then Justin would be kicked out of their dad’s body before they even get a chance to launch his career to the stars. In theory anyway. After that they’d probably need to set up another spell to wipe their dad’s memory of the possession and make him think he’d finally agreed to their plan. Otherwise it’d all be for nought.
About 10 minutes later, Ollie breathed a sigh of relief as he began to hear the familiar hum of his dad snoring. Thank god he’d actually gone to sleep. He didn’t think he could handle one more overly sexual comment coming out of his father’s mouth right now. Just thinking about what Justin had said and done after taking control made his stomach twist. Part of him felt repulsed by it. Yet at the same time Ollie couldn’t help feeling repulsed by himself as well. Mainly because there was a small part of him that was… intrigued by it. He could swear up and down that he’d never looked at his dad in that way before but… something about the way he was acting earlier triggered something. Something deep. Something wrong. And it was only made worse when he remembered it was his older brother in control of that body. God it was fucked up. So fucked up that he tried his best to block out the thought completely.
Instead he decided to be productive while Justin slept by making his way back downstairs. All the mess they’d made setting up that ritual wasn’t going to clean itself after all. He grabbed a few cleaning supplies from the kitchen before wandering back into the dining room. Just as he was about to start scrubbing the chalk circle however, Ollie made a worrying discovery.
One of the runes he’d drawn around the rim of the circle had been scratched and smudged.
He knew it wasn’t like that when the ritual began. It was perfect. Ollie made sure of that. He didn’t think Justin could’ve smudged it afterwards either since he remembered him stepping rather cleaning out of the circle before the magical drunkenness kicked in. It couldn’t have happened while they were upstairs either. They didn’t have any pets that could’ve walked over it so… how could it have smudged?
The way their father had been thrashing about as he tried to get away from Justin. Ollie couldn’t pay full attention when it happened since he’d been focusing on the incantation but he got more than enough glimpses at how hysterical their dad was acting. Kicking and flailing around like a mad man. Ollie thought Justin had been able to possess their father’s legs before he could ruin the ritual but… what if he was too late. What if in all his struggling Nick had ended up smudging the rune with his shoe.
Ollie ran upstairs as quickly and quietly as he could before scrambling into his Dad’s bedroom where Justin was still fast asleep on the bed. Now face down on the bed after seemingly turning over in his sleep. One arm hanging over the edge while his suit pants stretched enticingly over his pert dad butt.
Ollie tried not to let the sight distracted him as he swiped up the oxfords their dad had been wearing. Surely enough… there it was. On the heel of his dad’s left shoe was undoubtedly chalk that’d been scraped from the rune.
Ollie looked over at Justin again, still snoring soundly. He seemed fine. He’d possessed their dad’s body just like they intended without a hitch. No distortions. No physical or mental complications as far as he could tell besides the drunkenness. Surely that one smudged rune hadn’t fucked anything up. They’d know if it had. Wouldn’t they?
He dashed downstairs and back into the dining room again where he swiped up the magic book. He flipped it open to the page that explained the ritual. Specifically the section that described the purpose of each rune. He’d done so many that he’d forgotten exactly what they all represent. Each rune facilitated a different part of the ritual with some helping the physical parts of the possession while others helped with the spiritual and mental parts. It didn’t take long for Ollie to match a rune in the book to the one that’d been smudged. He remembered now and it wasn’t good.
It was the rune that controlled the time limit.
The specific one Ollie had used made it so the possession would only last around two weeks. Three weeks max if the magic lingered. After that Justin should be ejected from Nick’s body. But if that rune was damaged before the ritual was completed then it could mean…
“The time limit is gone.”
To Be Continued in Part 2
A lot of you might’ve noticed the big change I’ve made to this story. This version of the story is Male to Male whereas the version I posted last year was Female to Male. The reason for this is simple. After talking to lots of friends in the community, I decided that MtM was a more fitting theme. It’s a lot gayer for a start which I know lots of people will prefer anyway. Plus it’s more on brand for me. I know a few of you might be disappointed though. FtM is quite niche, even in our community. That said, if I get enough requests, I might consider releasing a new FtM version sometime in the future. I won’t promise anything just yet though. - Wavell
