Taylor was in a  daze as his body’s changes continued. He licked his newly freed from his braces teeth continually as he scrunched his eyes closed behind his glasses and tried to focus. This wasn’t real. This was a hallucination… or a dream. He’d wake up any moment now and then he could log onto discord and tell his friends about this fucked up dream he had! The one where his asshole brother came into his room with a screaming phone. Then his braces popped off and then he had the giant urge to get down on his knees and suck his brother’s coc–

 

 

God but he felt kinda good too though? His braces were off right? That was good at least! He’d always hated them. They looked ugly. They made him ugly! He licked his lips and tasted a tiny bit of lip gloss. Mmm… Yeah. Maybe this wasn’t a bad dream after all? Sure the whole incest thing was really weird but what dream wasn’t weird? And it wasn’t like he wouldn’t just wake up in a few minutes and forget the whole thing anywa–

He felt Logan grab him by the hair and he yelped loudly as he was yanked to his feet then started to moan. Fuck. He thought to himself as sighed softly through barely parted lips. This… this… god. This was kinda hot?

 

He licked his lips again and swallowed. Hard. His adam's apple was bouncing up and down as it started to grow smaller with each gulp.

 

So…” He heard Jacob growl as he tugged him by the hair hard. Causing Taylor to let out a tiny squeal of pain (...Or was it pleasure?). “I think you’re going to explain to me what hentai is… Bro.” 

 

“Are you seriously still on about the hentai, Jacob?” Taylor groaned in disbelief at Jacob’s stupidity. His voice sounded so strange. It was definitely higher but also huskier, far different than his usual voice. “Let it go already! Can’t you see I’m in trouble? Call 91–”

Jacob yanked him harder and he yelped again he wanted to fight back against Jacob (as hopeless as a fight against Jacob would be) really scratch his face up. Kick him. Bite him. Anything really! But Jacob was just too strong. The man was almost a mountain of pure muscle. Taylor couldn't do anything against and… and… 

 

 

“It’s anime porn!” Taylor yelled to shut the intrusive thought out. He was starting to breathe very heavily now as his body temperature continued to sky rocket. His perfect, pale skin flushed red as his white shirt became so drenched in sweat that you could see his rock hard nipples visible through the nearly transparent fabric as he panted like a dog left out in the summer sun. But despite his visible (and confused) arousal he didn't have an erection. His dick hadn’t even twitched a single time. In fact, all he felt down there was an intense burning warmth. Oh god was his dick changing to!? 

 

“Anime porn?” Jacob asked as he kept holding the writhing Taylor. “Really?” he glanced at his phone and then back at the trembling Taylor. “...Then what’s a waifu?” He looked at Taylor like a caveman who was being told about the internet for the first time. None of it was clicking for him. 

 

Taylor wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this but couldn’t. “It means wife–Omigod!”

 

Taylor was convulsing again, his body jerking as he grew taller. The sound of skin stretching and bones popping could be heard as his pajama bottoms drew up to his ankles and he felt Jacob release his hair in shock as he watched the short Taylor grow several inches within a few seconds.

 

Taylor could feel his teeth twisting again as his incisors grew out just a bit more pricking his tongue and drawing blood as he shuddered violently while his hands became more delicate and refined. His nails (often bitten and terribly uneven) became short and perfectly manicured before being colored in with a dark nail polish that went well with his increasingly pale skin. 

 

The last remnants of brown in his hair faded away as it was replaced entirely with a pale and heavenly white that was simply just divine. His face was changing so slightly as it grew more chiseled to add a little more maturity to his face with a hint of danger and power. His lips grew even more pouty, his eyelashes growing longer as most traces of masculinity were erased. 

 

His legs were slightly crossed as he trembled, mouth agape as the second round of changes finished. He opened his eyes, panting as his eyes slightly crossed in confusion. 

 

His vision was blurry. He couldn’t see a thing in these thick glasses and with an absentminded motion he reached up with a delicate looking hand and tossed them aside without a further glance as he refocused his attention on Jacob.

 

 

His golden eyes dilated slightly as he nearly started to drool. Jacob’s massive, muscular chest. His beefy pecs. His masculine, yet clean shaven face. Taylor’s eyes flicked down to the bulge and he had to restrain himself with every ounce of will power he had to not pull Jacob’s shorts down and suck his coc—

 

 

He clutched his head again as the thoughts became more intense. “N-noooo.” He whined, clenching his teeth and shaking his head. “That’s sick!” Taylor was starting to doubt this was a dream now and was terrified. While he felt revulsion at that continually recurring thought there was another part of him that burned with excitement at it and each time the thought resurfaced he felt less and less revulsion and more of that excitement. It was like he was changing into an entirely different person altogether and it terrified him more than anything else. If he was changing into someone else then who was he changing into? Would he even remember being Taylor anymore when that happened? 

 

Would he even care at all for that matter? 

 

Sweat was dripping down his face and body and staining the carpet as he kept staring at Jacob’s chest, unable to look away at all as a tiny bit of drool fell down his perfect, pouty lips as he stared and stared. 

“Wife?” Jacob asked as he glanced down at his phone and read something, his brow furrowing as he looked back at Taylor and smiled. Tossing the phone aside and like Taylor’s glasses from before it hit the ground with a thud as he reached down and took off the thin tank top he was wearing without ever breaking eye contact with Taylor.

 

“Kiss me.” Jacob said. 

 

Taylor’s head recoiled as the words hit him like a truck. “W-wh-what did you–”

“Kiss me.” Jacob said as he grabbed Taylor by the arm and yanked him forward. His hands on each side of Taylor’s shrinking waist as he held his stepbrother tightly. “Do it.” 

 

Taylor tried to resist his body going rigid as he struggled against the command. “You’re my brother! I’m… I’m… god I’m not… so hot… I won’t–”

He slammed his face into Jacob’s and started raining kisses on his face passionately with wide shocked eyes as his body acted almost independent of his thoughts. No. That wasn’t exactly true. A growing part of him wanted this. To kiss his asshole brother. To kiss him on the lips. To stick his tongue in his mouth… and to devour each other's faces in pure, blissful passion. 

 

But that other part of him. The part that was still him was horrified. He pressed his hands against Jacob’s chest and tried to push himself off only for his hands to dig their fingers into his brother’s muscular chest and then running them down to his abs. Feeling the powerful muscles beneath as he let out a sigh of pleasure. God this felt great. Kissing a magnificent stud like this. He felt like he could do this forever; it was divine. He wanted so badly to keep going. To get on his knees and pull Jacob’s bottoms down and put his mouth on his co–

 

Oh my god my first ever kiss is my brother! Taylor thought in disgust as feelings of revulsion intermingled with the ones of excitement. Oh god. He wanted to break away but he couldn’t. He was now kissing Jacob’s chest. Licking it slightly as he planted wet, messy kisses on his brother’s beefy pecs while Taylor mentally struggled and tried to get his body to pull away to no avail.

 

Nnonononono He thought in a panic as the scent of Jacob’s overwhelming masculinity filled his nose, making his skin break out into goosebumps before breaking away and then pressing his body against Jacob’s once again. Turning his face upward as–

 

He pressed his face into Logan’s and locked lips with him passionatly...

 

 

There was an explosion of pleasure in his head as they locked lips unlike anything Taylor had ever felt before. His body was convulsing as Jacob forced his tongue into his mouth and after a few seconds of prodding Taylor’s tongue joined with his as they kissed messily. 

 

Taylor’s body began trembling again as another change came forth. He grew even taller. Now able to look Jacob right in the eyes as they kissed. His belly was twitching wildly and with each twitch it grew more firm, more fit and much more athletic as it became incredibly toned and fit. His pajama bottoms were now very drawn up and ill-fitting. Going up almost to his knees now as more muscle was added to his slim body.

 

His thighs expanded more as more muscle was added as his waist thinned and hips grew outward even more. There was a rip as the seams of his bottoms split at several points. His biceps were growing too. Increasing in strength as they grew toned and fit. Jacob’s eyes rolled wildly in his head both from the overwhelming mind melting pleasure of the kiss but also from the feeling of strength and power he was getting from this transformation. He didn’t just look a hot femboy now. He looked like a hot femboy who was also a sexy fitness model!

 

Meanwhile, just like Taylor’s transformation the winter storm was also picking up in intensity. The sounds of sleet and rain hitting the roof was near overwhelming as thunder rumbled and the wind howled outside shaking the house and causing the lights to flicker. It was clear that the power wouldn’t be on for much longer. 

 

Neither brother seemed to care or notice. Jacob was too busy making out wildly like two long separated lovers. The two were locked together so intensely that they had completely forgotten to breathe. Breaking apart, both started panting, eyes still locked together. Taylor tried to dive back in. He needed to keep kissing him now. He wanted to keep kissing him. God all he wanted to do was kiss Jacob.

 

“Stop.” Jacob ordered and Taylor froze mid kiss with a confused look on his face. 

 

“On your knees.” Taylor fell to his knees. His pajama bottoms tearing even more as his new muscles and proportions tested the seams again. He looked up at Jacob with wide, glassy eyes as his body obeyed his brother.

 

Jacob pulled his shorts down and exposed his hard cock in front of his brother as Taylor’s eyes grew wide realizing what was about to happen and there was a brief but ultimately futile moment of resistance. Instead he felt his mouth starting to water. God this was what he had been wanting wasn’t it? To suck Jacob’s co–

 

“Suck my cock, Taylor.” Jacob ordered. “Now.”

 

There was another rumble of thunder and the power went out. Bathing both brothers in darkness…