So(u)l(e) Inheritors (Original)

 

 

 Daniel Alister had only one son, me, Benson “Benny” Alister. He had always planned it that way because he thought it would be easier. There was a lot my dad could do, I mean look at him! He was a tank. Always the perfect hair, and a blown-out beard, strong as it ox, taller than giraffe. When he spoke, his voice carried heavy on the wind. But I’d come to find out there were things even he couldn’t prevent.
 
You see my dad wasn’t always a rugged, shirt-ripping, stud. The Daniel Alister of today was not the one of the past. I know that sounds obvious, is anyone who they were in the past? But I’m talking beyond the physical and mental. I mean he literally was not the same person, at least not completely. My dad had explained it to me a long time ago, and multiple times since but it was a hard concept to grasp. How could he be himself and yet not? What boy would understand that? 
 
So, he showed me. 
 
We flipped through dad’s photo album in the living room. Pictures of him and Uncle Martin. The two of them hanging out, playing, and even wrestling with each other. Seasons and years filled with joy. Them as boys, teens, young men. Then with a turn of the page another picture of Dad and Uncle Martin, except this time they were both men. I’m talking barrel-chests, wide shoulders, thick arms and long legs.  Flicking back a page, I thought I missed something, with everything prior there was a reasonable and notable transition. But this image just came. As if images and pages in between had been ripped up.
There was also something else I noticed, I had always figured dad and Uncle Martin were twins. I mean Uncle Martin rocked more of a moustache, but their resemblance was uncanny. However, in the past, though they looked related, twins were definitely not what I’d call them. I turned to my dad as he read my expression.
 
“That’s no mistake buddy,” Dad sighed. “I made it all the way past graduation, hell your mom had you in her belly.” He shook his head, “But your uncle MY little brother had it happen in sophomore year of college. The timing is different for all of us.” 
 
“What’s that?” I asked. God, I was so fucking naive back then. But you don’t know what you don’t know.
 
He flicked the pages back to Grandpa Joe. I never realized how alike Grandpa Joe looked to dad and uncle. All three of them could have passed for triplets if Grandpa dyed the sides of his grey hair. I looked down then back up at my dad. My little head turning, wheels slowly spinning. Either my grandfather had some very strong genes or…
 
My dad sighed, grabbing an older album brushing it off. He opened it up to a face I’d never forget. “Meet your Great-Great-Grandfather’s Father, Tomric Alister.”

An immigrant from the old world. Tomric Alister was looking to find his new path in life in the “new” world. He may have been poor, but he was also young and full of dreams. With a handsome face like his, he had an opportunity to go far. Even I was disarmed by his smile and simple charm. But it was beyond just his good looks. His face, I knew it too well, from the rare times my dad trimmed, and my uncle shaved off his moustache. 
 
“Tomric was…is an asshole.” My dad grumbled, hand resting on my shoulder, protectively. At the time I was too young to catch my dad’s change in tense. Wish I had, would have saved me a lot of confusion. I was more shocked however at his word choice since my dad didn’t cuss around me EVER. My dad rubbed a hand over his face, “So here’s what he did, after working in America and having children. He realized he wanted more out of life than a terrible job. But he feared he was running out of time. So, he….” My father grit his teeth. “Found a way to live forever, courtesy of a witch.” My father rubbed my shoulder gently as if he was gathering up the courage to say what he needed to say next. 
 
“When he passed on, Tomric, in his will, left his very soul to his son. As a matter of fact, he left it to all his male descendants through his son.” Dad shook his head disappointed."  It was the ONLY thing he left his son.” He flipped the photo album away from the young man. This time landing on a naked bearded man.

“By the time Tomric passed he was not the wide-eyed young buck who had stepped off the docks. He was a hardened stallion, working endless days building muscles.” My dad looked at the photo conflicted.
 
“You, okay?” I nudged his arm.
 
My dad gave me a smile. “I’m good but. Just reflecting. He took this to feel good about himself. He looks great…but that didn’t matter in the end.”
 
“So, what happened to his son after Tomric died?”
 
My dad frowned, eyes darting around, looking for the right words to say. “He lived on, and a few months later his inheritance came. The will that Tomric wrote was a spell. That’s why he found the witch. One day his son went to sleep and when he woke up, he was Tomric. Or rather his dad's soul was in his body and even his body looked like his father’s at a younger age. He was in his 20’s like me when it happened.”
 
My eyes must have gone wide as my dad laughed at me rubbing my head.
 
“Tomric has found his own warped key to immortality or reincarnation, by having his soul fuse with his son’s descendants. One day you’re just you, the next, this guy is at the wheel with you. And to become a part of him is….” My dad shook his head,” Let’s just say a man willing to curse his own son so he can have another shot at life is truly only concerned with himself in more ways than one.”
 
Dad then showed me a picture of my Great-Great-Grandfather after he inherited Tomric’s soul.

He looked like a refined version of my Uncle Martin. But it was astounding to see, the chest, the arms, the body hair, the mustache, none of which he had before. He looked exactly like his father. My Great-Great-Grandfather had been a working young man, but not to the level as Tomric. A thickness had forced itself onto his body that hadn’t existed prior. It scared me to know his father had slithered inside his own son and changed his body. Looking at his face, I wondered what my Great-Great-Grandfather was thinking when he took the photo. What did he think about his father’s actions? He would have been the closest to him compared to any of us.
 
Alas, a photo couldn’t answer a question.
 
I looked up at my dad. “So, is he in you now?”
 
My father solemnly nodded his head. “He’s been me since before you were born. When you inherit his soul it’s…life changing in many ways, but you find a balance.” Then he rubbed his head. “When my brother turned into college he went back home with our dad for a while. I had thought it was all BS, some elaborate prank by dad growing up, but when I went back to visit. Martin looked like he could be my uncle. Him and dad were living together, and I didn’t quite get it at the time, but they were closer than before.” Dad sighed, “That’s what Tomric does. He gets in you and infects you with his sensibilities. Here’s your Great-Great-Grandfather a few years after having his father inside him.”

The man had nothing but black briefs on. Old time sensibilities be damned. It wasn't quite the nude shot of his father, but it seemed a hell of a lot closer than the simple image he took before. Hairy chest and abs out for full viewing.
 
“See that?” My dad pointed out his posture, “I’d say Tomeric looks very settled inside his son now. They’re of one mind.” My dad sighed, he carried the same burden. I think he got stressed as he closed up the album. He wanted me to be prepared but it was both frightening and unbelievable.
 
A knock came at the door. Uncle Martin was there with a smile. “I wanted to stop by and see my favorite brother and nephew.”
 
“My dad rolled his eyes playfully before pulling his brother into a soft head lock, “You got another brother and nephew somewhere I don’t know about?”
 
“Maybe?” He chuckled as the two grown men wrestled around, bodies unable to emerge victorious against the other. Then they must have remembered I was there bursting out into laughs. 
 
“Son, why don’t you go outside and play for a while?” My dad said, holding Uncle Martin under his arm. He dragged Uncle Martin upstairs as I went outside. We had quite a lot of yard space, but it started to drizzle the moment I got out there. Pouting, I headed back inside expecting my dad and uncle to be back downstairs, sitting on the living room couch. 
 
The first floor was dark when I entered. There was scuffling from upstairs followed by hushed voices. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I got the bright idea to spy on my dad and uncle since they were still upstairs. Sneaking up, I was quiet as a mouse, knowing exactly where to place my weight on the wooden steps. I made it to the top floor, and seeing my dad’s door was ajar, crept up to it, peering inside. What I saw shocked me.
 
My dad and uncle had stripped down to their underwear and were standing in my dad’s room embracing each other. My Dad’s arms were wrapped around Uncle Martin's waist, while Uncle Martin's hands cupped my dad’s face. They were swaying slightly, as if dancing to silent music. The way they looked at each other was not how they typically did.
 
“Getting turned on, by your big bro?”
 
“What about you, craving your little bro?”  Uncle Martin fired back.
 
Their voices sounded different. The same, but also off. The cadence. The emphasis on certain words were all off.
 
My dad bit his lip, staring up and down Uncle Martin’s body. “I’m such a fucking narcissist. I can fuck women and men, but no one’s as good as you.” He leaned forward and kissed Uncle Martin on the lips. Uncle Martin definitely kissed back. It wasn’t a joke or some type of play; they were really into it. Then dad tossed his brother onto the bed, and crawled over top of him, opening his legs. Two big bodied guys getting closer. Harder to see what was happening, but I could see dad’s big ass shaking as he moved.
 
“No one’s as good as us.” Uncle Martin finally said. I had always known my uncle to be a fun-loving guy who brought out the playfulness in my dad, but his words sounded absolutely serious.
 
“It’s always nice when our soul finds its way into our descendants, right?” My dad added. “Especially us two as brothers. Turned them into strapping men.”
 
Uncle Martin slapped my dad’s ass, saying back, “That’s what we do to all of them.”
 
I froze there, understanding immediately I was watching my ancestor, Tomric Alister, in both my father and uncle. It scared me as I could see them right in front of me and despite the slight shifts in voice, they seemed to be themselves. And yet they weren’t at all. A completely different side to them I had never seen. One they purposefully kept hidden for only each other. 

The underwear came off, large boxer briefs dropping to the ground. My dad fucked Uncle Martin.
 
“How do you stay so tight little bro, when I keep shoving my thick cock inside you?” Dad teased.
 
“What can I say, my ass just knows our cock. But you should feel your ass big bro. I’m gonna fuck you good so you better give me all you got.
 
The rain began to pour down heavier. They didn’t care, completely lost in intercourse. The two were so into it they didn’t even notice me. My dad made his bed creak and shake as he pounded into his brother. Never in my life had you heard that sound before and now I knew why. It was only for Uncle Martin. Only when I wasn’t around. At some point Uncle Martin took the lead as every single inch of my dad bounced in his little brother's lap.
 
My uncle slapped his hands onto my dad’s chest, grabbing at his pecs fiercely. “We’re such studs. I love being a stud with you big bro.”
 
“Same here.” My dad moaned, slamming his ass on Uncle Martin's thighs.
 
“I’m glad Tomric crawled into us.” Uncle Martin stated. “He was the artist and we were waiting to be molded.”
 
“Took our souls and bodies and sculpted them while being infused into them.” 
 
“Now we're not just us, we’re me.” They said in unison. Lightning flashed outside, followed by thunder. I watched the entire thing. The two men worked each other up, my dad bouncing faster.

“So close, lil bro.”

"Then cum, man" Uncle Martin begged sensually. "I'm about to blow too. You're gonna make me cum."

"Cumming with each other, that's hot."

"Is it big bro?" Uncle Martin bragged his finger over my dad’s back. "We gonna make each other cum?

 "Hell yes," My father said with a smile. "I’m gonna cum all over you.”

 They went on for a while, doing exactly what they promised; they even fell asleep in my dad’s bed. I ended up retreating back downstairs to the living room and sitting on the couch, digesting it all. Tomric Alister was very real, and he lived inside my dad and uncle. No, he was my dad and uncle. I sat in silence with the TV on low.
 
An hour later I heard the word. “Shit!” as I recognized my dad’s voice, and his thumps jumping out of bed. He came running downstairs, pulling jeans on his legs, until he saw me sitting. “Oh Benny, you’re back. I realized I hadn't heard you come in and got worried.” His large chest was uncovered and heaving, pecs that had been recently bouncing from Uncle Martin’s thrusts. I stared into his eyes and all I saw was my dad. No remains of the jerk that was pleasuring himself with my loved ones bodies.
 
“I’m fine.” I mumbled.
 
“Well, okay.” he said, eyes still a bit worried as he came up to me and rubbed my head. “How about I make us some dinner?” I nodded and he gave a warm smile before heading off.
 
Uncle Martin stayed with us for two weeks, which wasn’t unusual, but I had been so unaware of what they got up to when they were alone together. Now, it was all I could think about. Seeing two brothers be together like that. It was wrong, wasn’t it? But they’d keep sneaking off or leaving me to my own devices. It’s not that a switch went off in their heads, rather more of a buildup. Though I didn’t know it at the time, their play wrestling and shared touches were like foreplay. They wanted to be in each other's vicinity and be connected and when they couldn’t bear it any longer took off to relieve the tension. When they’d come back, they’d both be as jovial as before, maybe more so, but often winded and sweating.
 
Despite learning that truth I couldn’t bring myself to hate dad, or my Uncle Martin. They were the best. Tomric was who I was afraid of. My dad must have caught on to my fear as he had Uncle Martin take me around town one day to talk about the family curse.
 
“It’s not the worst thing.” Uncle Martin said as he brought me to an outside gym. Guess there was a reason he liked being a personal trainer. His outfit was a black long sleeve shirt, rolled down to his elbow, matching compression shorts and white tennis. There was no prelude to the conversation. He started speaking already knowing what he wanted to say. “I was a sophomore in college. I wasn’t scrawny, but your dad was the jock of the family. One day I wake up 20 pounds heavier and it was all muscle. Tomric had entered me during the night.” Those words sat in the air for a while.
 
I just looked at him. 

Uncle Martin did a quick stretch, instructing me to follow. As I did, my eyes traveled over his body remembering the picture of Tomric and his son. The forearms, the thick thighs, the hanging bulge, the round ass, and trained legs. All familiar. All bestowed by Tomric. “Were you scared?” I managed to ask.
 
The way he looked at me, eyebrows dropping. Smile faltering. His eyes held back something. Sorrowfulness? Pity?  Was I too young to understand? I think so, but I believe his words.
 
“You can’t be scared of something, you always thought it was BS. When it happened, it was already over.” He said. Then he led me through light workouts as we spent the rest of the day walking around the city. He took pictures of us, sending them to my dad. Something he did often when we were together, what I hadn’t noticed before though was how many solo selfie pictures he sent to my dad. Tomric really was self-obsessed. 
 
That realization made something click in my head. I understood why my uncle had to move back in with grandpa. If grandpa also had Tomric’s soul, then that meant he had the same relationship as my dad and uncle had. Living across the country, Grandpa didn’t visit as much as Uncle Martin, but when he did, back when my mom was still around, my dad and he would go “chop wood” for a long while. 
 
The world made a little bit more sense to me.
 
 But none of those realizations solved the fear I had. When Uncle Martin left, I spied out the window to watch him and my dad make out, both shoving their hands into the back of the other's pants grinding on each other. They eventually pulled away, both of their pants bulging. Then Uncle Martin was gone, driving off from the house.
 
Life went back to normal for a month.
 
I’d even forgotten about Tomric. Don’t blame me, I was young. Easy to forget a supernatural entity existed. My dad was just my dad again. Heck, Tomric didn’t even merge with them until college. Maybe that’s why it fell so easily away, I thought I had time. 
 
Then night came.
 
Not an exceptionally hot night, but as I laid in my pajamas, I couldn’t get comfortable in bed. Midnight had come and gone. My eyes were closed, but I hadn’t fallen asleep. Laying on my back, the ceiling fan spinning above me, I grunted. No purpose there, just me whining. 
 
I think the scent came first. A hint of hot factory metal leaking into my bedroom. Smelled vaguely similar to my dad and uncle, though it tended to be buried under the smell of pine and sweat for them respectively. Then I sensed that I wasn’t alone. As if my dad was standing in the doorway looking at me, but I knew it wasn’t my dad. And if I opened my eyes there’d be nobody there. The floorboards creaked as footsteps walked across it. I held my breath, hoping if it was my dad he’d step on one of my toys I hadn't put away. Whatever was in the room soon loomed over me. 
 
My pillow sank, like large hands rested on either side of my head. An immense pressure began to lay on top of me, pressing me down into the bed. It was large, cold, and heavy. There was a grunt in my ear, followed by the curt words “Come on, let me in, boy.” 
 
Those weren’t a whisper of the wind; they were very real and spoken. My eyes snapped open as I began to scream for my dad. My voice didn’t carry. Blocked by what was in the room with me. A transparent muscular man dyed a haunting blue hue, whose face I'd seen countless times. Tomric Alister. He blurred in and out of existence. “That’ll do.” To say he sounded like my dad wasn’t wrong, but his tonality was too far off it was so…eager…greedy even.
 
The man shoved his ghostly head into my mouth. I couldn’t gag or even properly choke as nothing was there. But I experienced a chill traveling down my throat. Tomric’s soul was feeding itself to me. His boulder-like shoulders pressed inside me, as I felt his face enter my throat, those manly facial features pressing out from my esophagus. It only distorted more as his big body disappeared into me. The pecs were next, ectoplasmic hairs traveling over my tongue. Strange to have muscles that took up no space feel just as real and solid as my dad’s. By the time he got to mid torso, his spirit body had turned into a mist that quickly forced the rest of him in.
 
Reflexively, I gulped the last of him down. I was left panting, alone in my room staring at my massive gut. There’s full and then there’s overstuffed. My stomach had no room, but he squirmed around anyway, getting into a fetal position. The blue of his spirit glowed from under my skin as he shifted around. Then I heard that voice come directly from my stomach, “Let’s begin.” 
 
My stomach gurgled loudly trying to digest its contents.
 
Tomric’s spirit crumpled as my stomach pressed down on him. I broke out in a sweat as blue light flew through me. His ghost feet traveled down my legs, glowing and pressing out my skin as they moved though bones and flesh. Before he even reached my feet, my body morphed. My legs began to grow, stretching down and over my bed, as the glow from his legs died and vanished. My thighs and calves used Tomric as fuel for growth. My toes cracked as my feet tripled in size. I wasn’t looking at a copy of Tomric’s body, but it certainly wasn’t mine either.
 
At my waist, his cock slipped into mine. The huge length and girth made mine twitch and throb as it rapidly changed. My dick reshaped into a unit the head, poking out of my briefs. Next, his tanker balls dropped into mine. Whatever seed he had stored in them invaded me and upped my own production into hyperdrive. My ass bubbled up as I lifted slightly off the bed. My pajama bottoms were done for and ripped away leaving me in my underwear. 
 
The fading blue suddenly got extremely vibrant in my mid-section, as my spine surged, making my head bang into the headboard. His midsection suddenly exploded back into existence inside me. We aligned as my stomach conformed to the indents and ridges of his abs. When my pecs popped out of my chest, flesh moving, it were my nipples falling into place and expanding that sealed the deal.
 
Monster-sized hands, led into my shoulders, before funneling down my small arms. I didn’t have any muscle, but his arms were capable of battling Oxen. He moved through me, like a latex suit forcing my body to conform to a new size. By the time his fingers crammed into mine, popping my knuckles, our senses had joined. I could sense the strength of my body growing as I assimilated his spirit…or did his spirit assimilate my body?  Regardless, my arms and his arms were now our new arms.
 
The last bit of glow left, traveled up my neck; His head making its way back up my throat, only this time it wouldn’t be emerging out my mouth. I tried to suppress him in my throat, “Can’t fight me now, boy. We’re almost one.” He mocked me. Despite sweating outwardly, I could feel the ghostly chill forcing up internally, the smell of factory metal leaking from my skin. Then Tomric was at the base of my skull, before moving in. His head slotted into mine and my face stretched to contain him. Our tongues mixed and mashed, over laying into one as our vocal cords fell octaves. The soft features of my face conformed to a majority of the chiseled rigidity underneath it. I could feel a crooked smile on my lips.
 
Then whatever barrier dived him and me disappeared. Tomric made me greedily sap up every inch of his being. He was in my skin, but suddenly I was the one pulling on him. He was in my head and I was in his. All of our memories, thoughts, and feelings collided. There was no willing or unwilling we couldn’t stop it. It simply was. That’s when the final act happened Tomric’s perversions, his self-obsession, slammed into me like a train.  We became one. My nose and jaw took on his shape. We had sweated up a storm as we ran, our tongue over our new perfect teeth curious about our new form, but oh so tired. We had done so much growing in one night. And just before falling asleep I understood there was no we, only me.
 
As I slept. I could still feel everything coalescing. Tomric’s mature and dirty thoughts mixed with Benny’s innocence as the older personality absorbed modern knowledge, producing a revision. Even in my dreams, Benny boy couldn’t escape Tomric's relentless invasion. An endless barrage of Tomric’s desires and intentions through passing his soul on to others. I wince in my sleep and still more comes. Someone is engulfed and. 'Tomric' disappears. 
 
I woke up the next morning stretching, as Benny Alister. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it kid?” I say to myself a smirk on my lips. I step out of bed noticing the long legs I’m swinging over. And when I stand up, I am really tall compared to before. I stumbled in my room unused to the height. Then it all hit me, I was fucking Tomric, but I was also still me. I didn't feel possessed. I didn’t even feel taken over. I just felt older. Don’t get me wrong, I knew he was in there I just couldn’t separate it from ‘me’ or what used to be me.
 
Besides, there was something else in my head. How great I felt. I was alive and young again. Being congealed with your descendants into one cohesive existence. Unbeatable. I walked outside to taste some fresh air. My new lungs appreciated the usage. I took stock of my sleepwear. My father’s old shirt was now tight on me, and I had nothing on but little boy briefs, where my pouch was clearly sagging. I had a cock that could be of some real use.

I was a young man, hot, sexy, virile. Veins ran over my biceps that now filled the short sleeves. My chest pressed out against a shirt, just a bit more and I could have torn through it.

 Of course, I had to see the rest of what I was working with, so I pulled the shirt off. Merging had really trimmed my figure, but it’d be back some day. Or on the other hand, one could say I really bulked up. My hands ran across my pecs tweaking at the nipples; I bit my lip, sensitive little nubs. It was nice to have pecs, but my favorite part was my adonis belt showing, even more clear than my abs.
 
That eventually led me to my ass. A real piece of work. Tomric had slid into me and made it turn into a dumper. Both cheeks had inflated immensely and pulled my tiny briefs. I bounced on my feet and my ass jiggled to my command. The motion ended up making the back slip into my crack as my cheeks spilled out. I had to dig them out, snapping the backing on my curvature, just as the front door opened. My father stood their mouth agape, dressed in boots, jeans and an open flannel shirt. His furry chest out, axe in hand. He was headed to get wood and hadn't expected to find me. I probably thought I was still sleeping in bed. Our eyes locked and I immediately recognized myself in him.

 
“Oh, hey dad.” I said as coolly as any young man would. Though under those words, I felt it. My first spark of attraction towards my father. Towards the parts of me in him. And the parts of ‘me’ in him was all of him. Tomric had smothered both father and son in his soul and now we existed similarly. 
 
“There’s no way…” My father’s eyes widened and his cock twitched in his pants. He tried to cover it with his hand, but I had already seen it. Even with his bear paw, he could hide that WMD when it started waking up. “Benny, what? How?” His voice was concerned, hands roamed all over my face. But his eyes? They were eating me up. Then he gave me a massive hug, fully enveloping me. My cock pressed to his. When he pulled away there was something more complex in his eyes. “This shouldn’t’ve…Tomric’s never….” He sighed, looking off. He knew the curse came for everyone at different times. But only I was unlucky enough to be the youngest Alister Tomric had ever descended upon. 
 
A lot was going to be processed. How does one go from having a kid to having me? Surely, his own dad must’ve had the same problems twice over. Though I also had to figure my existence out. It didn't matter how many pieces of Tomric’s shattered soul wormed its way into Alister's men. Tomric carried no knowledge from his other selves, each merger was a unique and new experience. My dad mumbled about “getting wood” as he took off with a rocket in his pants. With the amount of hormones flooding my body, I wanted to go for it. Unzip him right there and swallow his cock. But I could sense his mixed emotions losing me, finally having me join him. He needed time and I think he wanted time. Despite how badly I craved him, I let him go because he was my dad and I loved him. He needed some time. I could give him that. 
 
Walking back inside, I threw my shirt over the couch as I headed for the bathroom. I wanted to finally see myself in the mirror. Flicking on the lights, there I was. My face was broader. Sleeker.  I looked like a younger version of my dad. But perhaps more appropriately, I looked like a modern version of Tomric. 

I let myself fully experience me. Staring into my own eyes, a wave of cockiness flooded me. The corner of my lips turned up; I was smirking. I rested my hands on the edge of the sink. leaning forward. Tomric’s hormones, my hormones, were rushing through our body. They had been since we woke up, but encountering my dad kicked them up a notch. I pulled out my new dick, stroking it just the way I liked.

 My body felt like pure sex. 
 
As I watched my facial expressions, it was hard to believe Tomric’s once youthful expectant smile from the photo album sat on me. Only now it was a twisted distortion of all the hopes and dreams that young man had. Didn’t matter though, it wasn’t his smile anymore. It was mine. Benny fucking Alister. Damn it felt good to know it. We made the perfect vessel together. Little Benny had to mature into this, for me to be. My hand went faster. Beneath my current ecstasy from masturbating, there was a level of constant permanent euphoria from being me. Two unified generations of Alister’s. My father was right, Tomric was an asshole. No point in denying the truth. And I fucking loved it.  Me forever. 

One last look at myself. My grin went wider, and I spoke. This time listening to my every word. The boy’s and spirit’s voices were meshed into my new one, “You… still look like… a daddy's boy.” My own words to myself. Spoken like an insult, I heard something else. A compliment? Reassurance? There was one absolute truth: I loved being a daddy’s boy. My toes on my enlarged feet curled and my body shook as cum erupted out of me, blasting onto the bathroom floor. It didn’t stop for a while, because of those goddam words. Down my leg, on the bathroom mat, nowhere under my waist was safe from a genetic shower. By the time it stopped, I swiped some oozing out my tip and sampled it. Benny boy was sweet to the last drop.
 
By the time my father returned, I’m sure he knew exactly what I had on my mind. I couldn’t just stay cooped up in the house. I needed to be out on the town experiencing life, showing off my assets. He probably had the same inclinations when Tomric merged with him. We circled each other for the day, him not quite knowing how to interact with me. 
 
Come dinner, we sat across from each other, as I shoveled food to feed my ravenous body. The muscles I gained were starved for energy. Silence filled the room as we ate, our eyes often finding each other. Then when we finished my father washed the dishes. I watched him at the sink, as I relaxed in the chair. He was strong, STURDY. A perfect example of Tomric descending on his own kin. A sign of what was to come for me. From the young man in those old photos to the walking mountain of power.
 
My father stopped washing the dishes, shaking his hands off, before wiping the excess water off. He turned to me and the look on his face was different. Accepting. His eyes were communicating to me, it was time. He pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the ground. Bare-chested, furry tits out on display, his hairy forearms went for his jeans, unfastening them. His underwear pressed out, as his bulge forced it to do so.
 
Nervous and excited, from what I could feel in the air, I stood and walked over to him.  Footsteps counting down the seconds we were apart. His right hand gently came around the back of my head, while his left arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. 
 
“You’re a handsome fucker,” He stated, as matching smirks adorned our faces. We already knew that was a given. Tomric wouldn't think of himself any other way. Then my father continued, “So beautiful, son.” His voice was quieter, eyes softer. My cockiness faltered, he was speaking to me beyond what had happened to both of us. No longer waiting, his beard brushed against my new jaw, and we kissed for the first time in the kitchen. Our tongues danced together, both finding a rhythm, and knowing what the other liked.
 
At some point, I wrapped my legs around my dad, and he walked us both upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside, he laid me down onto his bed, lovingly although his cock appeared to want to protest that. He stared, looking over all of me. The man was in awe and so much more. He leaned down and nuzzled my cock and balls, his mouth ghosting over my shaft. I ran my hands in his longer hair, enjoying the silky touch. He looked up at me hungrily, half of his face and nose still buried in my balls.
 
Never expected him to flip me so effortlessly, so my ass was in his face, and I was put on my stomach. He got too eager; hands fumbling to creep in the back of my underwear and grab my cheeks. My ass needed no more encouragement. It ripped the flimsy pair away of underwear, spilling out.
 
“Sorry,” My father muttered, before leaning in to kiss each cheek, then slap it. “Tomric said: let there be cake.” He growled at my ass, then his hands dug at my waistband and pulled me out the tattered remains, kissing his way down. I turned back around when I heard his pants hit the floor. His cock was out, pointing up and glistening precum at the tip. It dawned on me that I was finally in the same position as my uncle had been. He slowly crawled over top of me cock leaving a snail trail on my body, until he made it to my face, breathing over me his hard cock drooling, as mine pressed into his abs
 
We were reflections of each other. Not in the same way him and Uncle Martin were. They were perfect parallels, alternate versions of the other at a similar point in time. I was a throwback to the past, he was a vision of a possible future. My smooth lean and toned body contrasted to his hairy bulky and ripped physique. One thing was for sure; I was going to get bigger and hairier as I grew more into my inheritance from Tomric. 
 
Our lips met again, his beard tickled but I didn’t focus on that. He thrusted and mashed our cocks together, frotting against me. My father was leaking so profusely, he slicked us both up with his precum. I thrusted back, finding the internal will to give it back just as good as I got. Our cocks battled happily, and despite my dad’s ‘enthusiasm’ spilling and slicking our abdomens he didn’t cum straight away. He methodically grinded his hips, using all of his weight on me to stimulate my balls and shaft in all the right places.  
 
He whispered in my ear, “Let me meet my grandkids.” That sent me over as my cock, was forced to cum with his relentless gyrations. He nibbled on my ear as I arch my back, expelling a load larger than my first. My balls hadn’t diminished in the slightest, only got better at production. When my whimper turned on to a full-on moan from the perfect nut, my dad’s cock exploded. His cum drenched us, mixing and mashing into mine as he pushed more out, before collapsing.
 
“Christ dad,” I laughed, “Feels like you dropped a gallon of jizz on me.” 
 
“Guess your brothers, were excited to meet the new you,” He kissed the side of my face.
 
We laid like that for a while, kissing, but my father knew what he wanted. A chance to have time with my ass. His cock slid in between my cheeks, as he held my legs up by my head. I may have been taller, but he folded me like a pretzel. Then he went to town on my ass fucking away. He was a jack hammer. Thighs slamming into me without relenting. And I loved every second of it. My first time being fucked by myself.  No wonder my dad and uncle found time to do it. He lasted longer the second time, while my mind was in danger of melting from delight.
 
When he came again, he didn’t pull out, instead he spread my legs open wider so I could see the root of his dick surrounded by a dense bush. Down where we were connected, I watched his cock deposit my own brothers deep in me. The warmth in my gut only got hotter as the cum flowed deeper. 
 
“I looked up at him, hand tracing over my abs as I teasingly asked, “Trying to get my pregnant, dad?”
 
He leaned forward and kissed me, sexually biting and releasing my lip as he pulled off. “Fuck yeah a boy in my boy: my next son.”
 
“Another Tomric in the making.” I chuckled. Our eyes met. There was a truth in those words. Would it be so bad to have another us? My turn came, as I got to lay my father back and eat out the overpack ass he had. Ravenous, adventurous, call it whatever; my tongue went to work. I needed to know how I tasted. Sure, my father and I were different, but with as much Tomric in him as me there had to be a commonality. 

The taste was exquisite. I couldn't have asked for a better ass to dine on, as my dad tried to force my head in further. I wondered if Uncle Martin and Grandpa tasted just as good? They had to. They were like me after all. And I was a fucking gift to the world and my family; I came up out of dad’s ass.
 
He laughed at me, because he knew exactly what I was thinking. Well, he wasn’t laughing when I got my dick in his dad-hole. My cock wasn’t yet quite as girthy or long as his was, but it got the job done. When I came, I returned the favor by pumping my young potent load in his ass and driving my dick further to stop it from pulling out. “You might walk out here a grandfather.” I said, satisfied, as he smiled at me with a dopey grin. There was nothing quite like self-pleasuring yourself with two bodies. Even if you can’t experience the other half, you know it’s just as good for them.
 
My father and I slept in the same bed that night. His big body, spooning me. I rose in the early part of the morning, dark out. Naked, I walked over to my dad’s dresser where his wallet lay and dug out a couple hundreds then walked over to his closets and grabbed a flew clothes. Then I was gone into the night.
 
Don’t misunderstand, the fuck was great. Would definitely do it again. But I needed to get out in the world. A part of me had a new lease on life, the other part finally had a life. Made for a whole that wanted to go explore it. 
 
I got new clothes, ones that suited my body well. A bad boy look: black jacket, pants, boots. Though it was more than an aesthetic, going out into the world meant pure debauchery to the part of Tomric that stained my soul. I traveled from state to state staying in motels. Riding a motorcycle. Dragging various people back to sleep with.

That shit was damn good, people love a young buck, selecting them. My favorite move was to lay on the bed and lift up my shirt. They’d get the hint, that I was beckoning them closer to fuck.

So easy when you looked like I did. Tomric’s gifts were hard to denounce when they got me laid. Then again, if he hadn't given me such desires would they have mattered? I didn’t think too hard on it, that was for someone much more interested and smarter than me. Instead, I buried myself in ass and pussy, leaving my partner's holes sputtering with cum. Not all of it was fun and games, there needed to be more Alisters to carry on the family line.
 
How was it possible my dad only had me and my uncle had no kids? If they were as Tomric as me they were horndogs. They were sleeping around alright just not making more kids. Whatever part of our ancestor’s soul settled in them also matured with them. Which meant I wasn’t immune either. Luckily, Benny was more innocent, more corruptible, by our mix together. Instead of folding Tomric into his personality. I gained Tomric’s personality. But it was hard to feel sorry for myself when getting my dick wet felt so good.
 
I drove up to go visit my uncle. See how another part of me was living. Uncle Martin was shocked but not surprised to see me standing at his doorstep. My dad had called when I left, and filled him in.
 
“You look good.” Was all he said before letting me in. I gave him a head nod
 
Once he let me in, I began asking the questions floating around my mind. “How come I don’t have any cousins?”
 
Uncle Martin turned to me, wide-eyed, “What, you drove all the way here to ask me that? The answer’s not that interesting. “He scratched the back of his neck. “No matter how much Tomric put of himself in me, I was never really chasing the ladies ya know. I fuck around every now and then but they’re not really doing it for me.” He smirked.
 
I nodded digesting that info. Perhaps my own hunger for sex was the forgone natural extension of my desires simply amped up by Tomric’s additions. However, I had come for more than just questions, “Clothes off, now.” I said, tossing my own jacket onto his couch. After a few minutes, Uncle Martin had stripped down to his underwear, and shoes, showing off exactly what I liked. There was no way he would have refused. Who denies their own request, after all?
 
He knew I wanted to see his fat ass, and hanging bulge. His dark teal underwear read one word: MEAT. That’s exactly what he was, thick all over. And some day I’d catch up to him. I’d have that same ass and cock. My uncle waited patiently as I appraised him. Then again, he was giving me the same look as I slid out of my pants.

What more is there to say, then I fucked that fat ass. The same hole my father had used, I was claiming for myself. I topped him like a dog in heat, wanting to devour this version of myself. Curious to know how he differed from my dad. The man was bent on the floor, ass up.  underwear at his knees. 

My smaller hips clapped into his ass, as the man unleashed moans like no one's business. He sounded like such a whore, and I loved to hear it cause eventually I’d sound like that too. His perfect ass easily awarded itself, by milking all of my cum out of me. I fell onto his back. Uncle Martin wasn’t done though, He took me right there on the floor, my cum gushing out his ass. He pinned me with his body and gave me the ride of my life. 
 
So much cum was shared between us for the week I stayed with him. I was surprised neither of us ended up pregnant, more cum than person by the time we departed. With all the effort Tomric put into his little trick, it's surprising he didn’t consider that. Then again, he didn't have the luxury of knowing how awesome it was to be in his own presence.
 
We laid in bed together once, half my body sprawled over his side, as my hand traced his chest hair down to his nipples, circling and teasing them before slurping on them. He’d moan, eyes closed, head resting on the pillow, one arm under it, the other wrapped around my naked waist. 
 
“Can’t wait to get this.” I fondled the pec I had been nursing.

He laughed, “Don’t be in such a rush, once those Tomric Alister genes fully hit, it doesn’t stop.”
 
“I know that’s what I want. I still feel…half baked,” I whined a bit. His majestic form relaxing was amazing to look at. So much like my father’s, but subtly different. Yet both completely Tomric’s in blueprint. My finger went back to playing with his chest. “How come you didn’t tell me, what to was like when Tomric came.”
 
Uncle Martin poked an eye open, “What do you mean?” 
 
“I mean Tomric, coming into my room flowing into me.”
 
“Wait you were, awake?” He sat up watching me curiously.
 
“Yeah, isn't everyone? That’s the process right.”
 
“No, I mean it did happen at night, but I wasn't awake, not fully. As a matter of fact, I remember sleeping peacefully in my dorm, then feeling a weight pressing down on top of me. Thought my roommate was fucking with me, but I didn’t open my eyes—I couldn’t. Next thing I know this huge pressure is seeping into me and suddenly my body is the thing that’s heavy. When I woke up in the morning," Uncle Martin gestured his head. “It was all different up here. My roommate didn't see a thing as different. No one did, except my dad when I went home.”
 
“Huh, Interesting.” I muttered. To be honest I hadn't considered school even once after I transformed. Normally, people would go looking for a missing person or find it strange if they aged overnight. But if the world believes they’ve always been that way, no one would ever realize.
 
Uncle Martin slapped my ass, and the sound was louder than expected, reverberating through the room, as he laughed shocked. “Where are you drifting off too?” he nuzzled into my face, mustache on my soft cheek.”
 
A laugh escaped me, tickled by his hairs, “Just thinking about Tomric and how different I am, now.”
 
“Hey,” my uncle whispered, “Fuck that guy.”
 
“Fuck him? He’s us, can’t really help that.”
 
“Hmmm.” My Uncle made a thinking face, “You’re right, I guess we both already did that. Think he learned his lesson about crawling into an uncle and nephew?”
 
“He might need some more lessons,” I kissed Uncle Martin, moving my body fully on top of him.
 
Another great time was had.
 
The morning after, I got out of bed half-dressed and walked to Uncle Martin’s bedroom balcony to stare out over the sea. Retrieving a cigarette from my pocket, I took a smoke break, a nasty habit I had picked up from Tomric. But neither my father nor Uncle smoked which meant I could probably kick the habit eventually. It’s not like, in this modern era I was unaware of the dangers.
 
Looking back out to the water, I processed so much. Remembering. Feeling. The old stuff like how hard life was when Tomric came to this country, why he wanted more chances to do it right. Feeling, the absolute dread Benny had when the spirit entered his room and his body. My mind jumped to recent memories, the sex, the orgies, sweating over menial labor. I felt like a demigod. Walking sex with a body that visually both demanded and begged for it. How would anyone else feel being forcibly accelerated into their prime, due to their ancestor spirit being a complete beefcake in his age.

My head turned back into the room as Uncle Martin shifted slightly in bed. His ass was out, pointing to the ceiling, as the cover sat just below the cleft. I admired the new view. A sensation washed over me. I was content and that made something in me settle. Like a puzzle piece sliding into place. Suddenly, I got the overwhelming urge to go home to see my dad.
 
I took off on the motor bike, tearing down winding roads. My body was shifting under my clothes, pressing tighter. The sound of my engine competed with my shoulders widening. Then my biceps to ticker clogging up my jacket’s sleeves, forearms not far behind. My chest pushed forward with tiny prickles, as my shirt got drawn taut. Next was my lower body, ass taking up more of the seat, while my legs became stronger, feet pulsing in my shoes begging to grow out. A condensed version of what happened when Tomric’s soul came. Except no fear this second go around, only pleasure. Tomric was already in me, and I was processing him further. Made sense why the change wasn’t as strong, this wasn’t going from boy to man, this was refining what already existed. My face tingled, the youthfulness was being pulled away, stubble burgeoning. 
 
30 minutes out from home by then, I wasn't going to make it. I had to pull into the nearest hotel, begging to use their phone and buy a room, my clothes already splitting.
 
My dad arrived a little while after, rushing into the room, clothes in his hand, “Benny, I’m here…” He stopped as the door shut behind him. I was laid out on the bed, old clothes peeled off my body, in nothing but my underwear, shrinking on me once again. Chest hair was rising on my pecs, while my sharper jaw had a matching set of stubbles.
 
“Took you long enough, dad.”

He pounced on me and we made love through the night as my body continued to change. How could someone as self-obsessed as Tomric not be enamored seeing more of himself enter the world? My body put on so much heavy bulk when my dad was inside me and even more when I got inside of him. 

It was only by the universe's grace we didn’t break the bed.

My father woke up after me. He found me sitting in the windowsill dressed in the clothes he had brought. I had happily gotten dressed, but my body was not done processing my growth. There was another surge while he slept. My jeans had split at the knees, my huge feet at the end of them, but thankfully the shirt still fit even though my pecs wanted to make a break for it. 

I was finally getting to that true Tomric state.

Returning home with my father was strange, people recognized us as father and son even though I looked more like a younger sibling. Once we got to the house though, and our doors closed, our lips were locked again. Nothing on our minds but sex. My father, worshipping my new form, appreciating all that Tomric’s soul was doing. Of course, I worshiped his already reached perfection right back.
 
We made it all the way upstairs and foolishly; we attempted to use my bed not wanting to walk any further. I don’t know what we were thinking, if we were thinking at all, just so starving for each other. The moment my back dropped to my bed with my father on top of me the bed crushed, breaking, our legs hanging off the edge. Begrudgingly, we moved to my dad’s bed, chasing after each other. 
 
69ing on the bed was the best thing we did. Dad slurped at my growing dick as I slobbered over his. My balls were getting larger, stocking up on more seed, as my voice dropped lower. The pleasure of it all made me accidentally blow in my dad’s mouth unannounced and he swallowed it all down, no complaints. In the midst, however, I noticed his balls rise, and he blew a fat load into my throat. He had come from swallowing my load.
 
A few minutes of recovery, a bit of lube, and my dad had my meaty legs resting on his shoulders as he drilled into my ass. This wasn’t a quick powerful fuck, rather a slow intentional one. His face burrowed into the tufts under my pits huffing them like paint. He moved purposefully rubbing my cock on his abs. I couldn’t see his ass in the moment, but I envisioned how it was working to plow me.
 
“God, Dad, I missed your big cock inside me.” I grunted. He started kissing my biceps, tongue tracing the veins.
 
“Is that so?” he arched an eyebrow. “Did you slut yourself out enough with the orgies? Was your uncle’s fat one not enough? Then he smirked, “It wasn’t for me when it happened.” His hairy body rested on me, our chest hairs tangling together as he thrusted into me again and again. 
 
My eyes shot wide as my father chuckled, “Feel that? That’s your second hole; I just got deeper inside you.” I grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss, just before my eyes began to flutter. “There we go, now you're experiencing it.” he stated.
 
He had unlocked a part of me that Uncle Martin couldn’t reach even though they were the same. Even though we were the same. No, it was beyond Tomric’s twisted desires. Father and son intertwined, copulating. A merger of domination and love as his cock made me feel everything. He leaned his face down to mine, nose brushing on the side of me, beard scratching my cheek. His warm breath rolled over my skin as he kissed his way to my ear.
 
“You like your dad’s cock?” His arms had me locked in place, sealing our bodies together.  My cock was loving the body smothering attention. “Being fucked by the cock that made you?” 
 
“Yes!” I wrapped my legs on his, not wanting even the recoil to separate us. “Daddy, your cock’s amazing!” the words spilled out on their own. Suddenly my father's cock got even larger inside my ass—if that was even possible. My dad had gotten turned on by my words; his balls were quaking.
 
“Jesus Christ baby boy, I’m about to seed you.” His breath was heavy, staving off the inevitable. “Is that what you want? Me to dump this fat load of your brothers inside you?”
 
“Yeah dad, knock me up.” I panted.
 
“GAHHHHHHHHNGHHHHHH!!!!” The rumble that started in his chest and unleashed as a roar, coincided with the eruption of his cock. Eruption was undoubtedly correct because my little brothers flooded my bowels like lava searching for a fertile womb, to easily inseminate. “Oh Shit, Fuck!” he was just muttering expletives as his body unleashed the rest of his orgasm. 
 
He used me like a day bed, while the last of his cum pumped into me. “It’s not coming out.” I said before realizing, his cock was still hard, trapping his cum inside me.
 
“Oh man,” my dad wiped his face, coming down from his sexual high, “This final bit for you Benny, there’s nothing like watching it or fucking it. Get ready to go again.”
 
We went back and forth, dumping loads into each other. I thought my dad was a beast, but my balls would not stop filling back up. Once drained they were ready to go again. My favorite part of the night was just eating my dad’s ass, as I kept returning back to it. Two extra loads were added to his sheets just from me doing that.
 
That night I went to bed in his boxers for pajamas, except I couldn’t fall asleep while my father dozed peacefully beside me. I laid awake, dreading what I was feeling. 

That notion only grew when I smelt the familiar scent of hot factory metal, not in the room, but emanating from me. My skin was leaking. Tomric wasn't going to visit me. He was me. It was somewhat easy to forget that, if not the fear part. There was a faint blue glow within me, only visible under the moonlight, the last vestiges of Tomric’s—my old soul being processed.  I stared at the moon, feeling the hair on my chest and face come in more. 
 
Was this me?

I got out of bed slowly, making sure not to disturb my father. Grabbing one of his robes I put it on and made my way downstairs. As I walked, Tomric pulsed into my legs and feet, making my footsteps heavier. Then, once on the ground floor, I went to I headed for the liquor cabinet, wanting something strong. Reaching for the whiskey, my arms channeled power as my hand clutched around the bottle's neck. When I poured a glass, my chest found it suitable to get ever so perkier and obscure my vision. I finally sat, drink in hand. 
 
My glutes expanded and rounded out the back of my dad’s underwear as it connected with the chair. I groaned, as the new muscle collided with a THUD. But it was more than mild annoyance. There was an internal clock ticking as Tomric acclimated even more. He’d gotten the rest of my body; the last place left was the head. But more could he do if we were already one?

A blue light began to block my vision as I shot my drink back. No use in delaying. My head was consumed in a glow. Then it was gone. I stood up. I didn’t feel any different. My facial hair was thicker but that was about it. If anything, my head…felt clearer? My body was still brimming with testosterone, but I didn’t feel the unbridle urge to fuck everything. Or offer my ass up. Don’t get me wrong, I still wanted to do it, just not continuously. Tomric’s desires had calmed down. The final assimilation was the remains of his soul being subsumed back into the original personality. We were still me, but no lust for life driving the wheel. 
 
Benson Alister was born anew for the final time. I had reached the same stage as my father and uncle. What did the future hold for me now?
 
—
 
“Come on, we're going to be late.” My father said charging down the steps. I was already down there putting on my suit jacket.
 
“We’ll be fine,” I answered. “The party’s not going anywhere.”
 
“Says Mr. Tardy.” My dad walked up to me, unbuttoning the top of my dress shirt, “This looks better,” Then his hands cupped my face feeling the smooth cheeks. “I like this look for you. Like a little businessman.”
 
“Dad,” I groaned.
 
“What, you're handsome?” he stated as if it were obvious.
 
I combatted my blush, as he walked off. After Tomric’s shenanigans there was nothing to do but live with the consequences, a hot body and sex weren’t so bad. My Dad and I were a couple, easy to be when you lived together and wanted each other more than anything. As for my new appearance, I had taken a departure from my dad and uncle. The biggest FU I could give to Tomric was shaving off his facial hair. Besides, I liked my natural face better. I straightened my jacket. 
 
“Dad was right, looking good.”

“Uh, son?” my dad had paused at the open door, headed for the car. I walked up behind him sliding a hand on his waist.
 
“What’s wrong?” I followed his head nod and gaze, to a car seat sitting on our porch with a babbling baby boy. A note stashed on his side read: Found you, bastard. Since you love to pump and dump, here's your son. 

My dad and I locked eyes feeling the familiar dread of Tomric’s enthusiasm for his next vessel.