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"Chase! Evan! Lisa! You'd have all better be awake because I'm gonna start turning lights on!" Despite the varying range of ages among her children: Chase attending the local college, Evan in junior college, and Lisa in high school, Joanna Miller always treated them to the same wakeup call in the morning while she briskly strided down the long hallway through the bedroom portion of the moderate-sized residential home she shared with her husband, Brandon and their three children. Around six on the weekday morning, said children were expected to be rousing themselves out of bed, usually with Lisa leading the way to the bathroom to shower before she caught the bus to school while Evan and Chase both drove to their respective place of learning.

As if in a choreographed play, one door swung open and a body appeared at the end of the hallway, opposite the end where the shared bathroom waited. Like the living dead, the early riser lumbered down the hall, swaying unsteadily from foot to foot while the ties of a bathrobe swung side to side along with the slow movements. Beneath the open robe, a long t- shirt covered the teenager's body, the design on the shirt a combination of barbed wire and a human hand in representation of an obscure arcane-oriented band. On each foot, the early morning zombie wore dark plum colored slippers, coated in a downy fur adored with skull-shaped pom-poms dangling off her ankles. Atop her head was a mass of blonde hair, kinked madly after a night of nuzzling into a pillow.

"Good morning, Lisa!" Joanna chirped while she gathered a bouquets of leashes from a basket hanging beside the front door, aligned with the landing of the stairs, where the bedrooms were, to the main floor. One hand, without the leashes, raised in a wave before the older woman slipped out from the house, heading to walk the sparse collection of dogs they were currently keeping either for "intense obedience training" that required more discipline that what one could accomplish with weekly meetings in a grassy park or as a cheaper alternative to a boarding the animals at a kennel when someone went out of town. In response to her mother, Lisa only grunted and let herself into the bathroom, requiring the heat of the steaming shower to rouse her out of her undead state.

As if on cue in the orchestrated morning ritual, when the lock of the bathroom door clicked into place behind Lisa's slowly trudging body, a second door opened and released it's character onto the stage of the hallway, a lanky body shape is shadowed on the pale, beige of the wall while the tired male's head jerks to the side to swish the sweeping bangs over his forehead out of his eyes forcing the hair that kissed the bridge of his nose scattered in the general direction of the shake. In the dim morning light, the male held only the basic shape of a moderately thin teenager. His chest was bare of clothes and hair, still clinging to the physical traits of youth while leaving the mind of an aging teenager wishing for a spattering of hair or a few extra inches of growth, in either the height department or otherwise.

When the lumbering second addition reached the end of the hall, the door to the bathroom burst open and release a spray of heated steam into the face of the awaiting male. "Out of the way, Evan." Lisa grumbled, though good naturedly while she pushed past in the arms of her downy robe, allowing Evan to fill her absence in the warm, steamy bathroom for his own shower. While he stepped into the spray of the shower, both eyes started to clear of haze from lingering dreams and the gunk one receives while sleeping- both clearing away to leave him staring down at his own body in a pensive mood.

"Wonder if Chase is going to be a douche today." Evan stated to himself, though the shower repeated it back in a faint echo, as if prodding him, "Well do you think Chase is going to be a douche today?"

"He was so crude yesterday and at dinner no less, all Mom asked was if he planned to leave Clintonville after college or if he was going to hang around for the family business, and he had to smile like he does and tell her not till he boned everyone above the legal age with breasts. God, I wanted to spew. Who says that to his mother!? Who says that to his mother and smiles?" The shower stayed silent, a patient listener for the frustrated teenager, who upon waking was faced with the lingering feelings of upset he had from the night before. "He has the guts to say disgusting things to our mother, yet he doesn't have them enough to claim his little brother at college. We used to be close. We played rough, sure." When Evan shrugged, a plume of soap tumbled out of his hair mid-shampooing and floated down into the beam of water to be pummeled into nothingness. "I thought we had a connection, Lisa never understood either of us, but I thought we understood each other. Now though, with Lisa doing whatever she does with the devil after school everyday and Chase has got some twisted superiority complex. I'm sick of it! I am just so sick of it!" With a grumble of frustration, unable to be expressed with further words, Evan plunged his bubbling face and head into the water to be rinsed while his lips gargled at the water and prepared to brush his teeth, which he did shortly after the shampoo washed into the drain- forcing his rant to die off with his tongue busy being scrubbed.

Hair washed and teeth brushed, Evan parted away from his steaming therapist and trotted out into the hallway- the cold air assaulting his skin beneath the thin barrier of protection the towel offered, even held clutched to him like a knight's shield in the last moment's of battle. Evan rushed weakly towards his bedroom, but could only waddle speedily for fear of losing his towel, and couldn't truly run into the safety of his room where warm clothing waited to steel him against the cold. Once in the confines of his room, Evan rushed to slip into his tight jeans and an undershirt before a soft sweater followed- the male's lanky body somewhat hidden beneath the texturing of the garment- giving him the appearance of having more definition of his chest that was truly there. Evan posed before his mirror, combing and mussing up his hair in cycles; first one hand swept the miniature, plastic comb through the uncontrollable bangs and smooth them in a plaster coating over his forehead and then the other hand followed, sweeping them upwards again and sending water droplets off of the drying strands of hair. While Evan played hair dresser, the bedroom door across from his own at last swung open to release the final act onto the stage: Chase Miller.

Unlike his young brother, Chase's body, even in the blurred vision of early morning, held definition in the chest and abdomen and stretched across broad shoulders. Both arms bare with a naked upper body bulged with a toned bicep but didn't burst awkwardly out from his skin, the contours of the muscles was subtle and rippled down his upper body till a thin line of hair led down into his pajama bottoms and other things were left to the imagination that wandered beneath the flannel pants. When he reached the bathroom, the eldest child didn't even bother to latch the door of the bathroom, but instead untied his loose pants with his hips aligned with the mirror on the inside, right wall of the bathroom and his profile visible from the hallway. When the fabric tumbled onto the tile of the bathroom, the pink flesh of a raging morning wood was bared to the hallway, just in time for Chase to step out from his bedroom and glance down the length of the corridor to spot the sight of his brother, nearly four inches longer than his own Chase noted while a patch of red bloomed on the skin of his cheeks at the sight of the protruding shaft, bouncing against his brother's naked chest while the male inspected himself in the mirror, lost in the sight of himself while he flexed various muscle groups; biceps, triceps, pectorals, and abdominals before his eyes landed on the tip of his cock, leaking with an encouraging splatter of pre-cum. His expression, one a mixture of surprise and pleasure, seemed to greet the boner with "Oh! Why hello there!" Before a meaty fist curled around it and trotted into the shower, holding it like a teenaged girl holds her purse on the way to the mall, a beloved and necessary tool- leaving Evan standing in the hallway staring down at the open door with a scribble of red over the pale skin of his cheeks and a faint pounding in his chest from the shock of the jolt in his groin, not enough for a boner of his own, but enough that he shifted and snuck a hand into his jeans to readjust some things.

Common to Evan's daily luck, with one mitt showed down the front of his briefs, Lisa's door open, the girl shrieked, and a stream of profanity poured forth from her mouth- followed by a blunt statement, "Evan, fapping is for the bedroom."

"I-I...Uh...I just saw Chase...he had a boner...uh...shit..." The red on Evan's cheek flared like a match dropped onto a puddle of gasoline. "I mean...I have a huge, raging boner, that's all. Wait! Fuck! Nevermind! My boner isn't huge! I mean! It's not raging! It's happy! What the fuck,? Dude! Argh! Just-just go away!"

Chuckling at her brother's misfortune, Lisa shrugged and continued down the stairs to the kitchen, more concerned with getting breakfast before she caught the bus than with her brother's boner antics. Though while she was unconcerned with the exchange, Evan was reeling from the embarrassment of it and his cheeks showed it, flicking like a Christmas fireplace ready for chestnuts with the burning blush. To make matters worse, just as Evan snuck his hand back into his pants to complete the task of settling his semi-hard cock into a comfortable position in the constrained area of the skinny jeans, the bathroom door swung open further and Chase strode out, wearing a towel that Evan swore was smaller than a usual towel and meant for a hair wrap.

"Man, are your jacking off to me in the shower? I mean, I know I left the door open but that's sick!" Chase's face spread into a proud grin, proud that he'd been able to find a way to reinstate his superiority over the younger sibling so early in the morning. "Just get your hand out of your pants and I'll forget it even happened. I won't even tell mom."

Evan's mouth fluttered open and close. Open and close. Like a fish on the deck of a boat, struggling to breath. Open, close. Open, close.

"Come on, Evan! You little cocksucker! Go fuck yourself in private!" Chase's voice held an additional growl and increased in volume, putting on a show for their sister downstairs, forever the performer when it came to breaking down what bits of confidence Evan gathered for himself.

Almost reluctantly, just because it had been a direct command, Evan drew his hand back from his pants- against leaving his penis painfully hardening in the wrong position within the cloth, though he knew he couldn't swivel back and return to his bedroom otherwise his tormentor would claim he'd been off to fuck himself, just as Chase wanted him to. So instead, the younger male turned and trotted down the stairs, ignoring the lingering scent of musk wafting out from his hand though it was pungent in the air and left a trail, like breadcrumbs, tying him back to his nearly naked brother standing on the stairs, grinning broadly.

In the kitchen, while Evan hunched over the kitchen sink trying to subtly rub to the counter in a way that pushed his girth in a new direction and scrubbing his hands furiously for the evidence of his arousal, Lisa poured over collection of fraying pages, lips forming words that she whispered to herself in practice cantations for her unique hobbies- something her parents learned to withstand silently, without commenting on what appeared to be a strange hobby, after all it had been her brothers ignoring her that led to it in the first place. With both ignoring each other for their respective tasks in the kitchen and Chase lollygagging in his bedroom, most likely repeating his activity from the shower earlier in preparation for the day or snap chatting pictures of it to his catch of the day when the sudden noise of dogs yipping, barking, howling, and yelping outside the door all attention was drawn to the front door where the curvaceous Joanna Miller returned, surveying her two children in the kitchen.

"Chase! Get your butt down here! I do not care how old you are, if you live in my house you will not be late to your class! That is rude to the professor!" She hollered up the stairwell, voice ringing and echoing against the ceiling while her steady gaze, trained to break the will power of misbehaving canines, moved to the younger children. "Speaking of late; you, Lisa have a bus to catch and you, Evan have a class to get to just like Chase. If you're not out of here when he makes his way out of the bedroom then you two have no reason not to carpool-"

Before she continued any further, Evan launched forth from his post at the kitchen sink and tore through the kitchen to the door where he paused only long enough to snatch his keys from an assortment of hooks and to shout a wafting goodbye before the door slammed before him quickly followed by the purr of a engine starting on the street as Evan made his escape towards the college.

******

"Yo! Evan! Get your ass up out of that hunk of junk and check this out!" Evan stalled in the parking lot of the college upon arrival, a full 45 minutes early before class due to his mother's pesky persistence and his fear of spending time with his sibling. However, rather than leave him to curl in the heated vehicle with the paper-back novel he stashed in his glove compartment for such mornings, his buddy was dragging him out into the chill of the morning with only his thin sweater protecting him from the bite of the air.

When he saw the reason for his dragging, heat blossomed in his groin and spread upwards, leaving the chill of the air forgotten to be replaced with the sight before him. Tall, gleaming white boots balanced on sleek heels while the shining, white leather stretched up to mid-thigh where a mini-skirt took over, this time white with small, pink cross-hatch designs giving it more uniqueness. Within the skirt were held subtle curves and the outline of a round, yet pert butt. Her arms, long and slender, were tucked within a furred jacket that hung down the length of her skirt, but hung open to show the deep maroon shirt she wore beneath with a plunging neckline that showed the line of her full, ample cleavage.

"Woah..." Evan breathed, swallowing slowly as the girl finally turned to show her face- wide, eyes were accented with silver eyeliner that made them pop like eyes of an anime character and her lips were a natural pink but they were full, either naturally or she'd used an enhancer. Her hair was in long, messy ringlets beneath a drooping hat- as if she naturally looked that captivating.

Evan would have believed she did.

"Man, she's hot! She's amazing! Who the hell is she?" Evan turned towards Roderick with a steady gaze, having glaring as he demanded information.

The other male just chuckled, leaning back against the car. "Word has it she's from Siberia- she's the ice queen. Name's Lydia which, fun tidbit, means 'the woman of god' but also rhymes with chlamydia. Do you see the issue there? I do? I mean a woman of god doesn't just throw them open for anyone does she? I bet it's like an ice cavern in there, with icicles of STDs lurking all over ..."

Evan paid no attention to his friend's babbling, but instead slammed the door to his car and strode towards the grassy commons where Lydia stood with another girl, though they appeared to be parting. It was the perfect opportunity! Evan kicked an added burst of speed into his feet to make it across the short expanse of grass, but before he made it an attacker slammed into his moving body and sent both attacker and attackee tumbling onto the frost covered grass with a crunch of the ice breaking.

"What the hell!?" Evan thrashed for a moment before he spotted Chase's broad grin, back even after escaping the house.

"What the hell is right! What the hell do you think you're doing! You can't get with a girl like that, twerp! Women like that like this-" He gestured down at his body, despite the cold dressed only in basketball shorts and a simple, black t-shirt that Evan silently conceded did cling to the contours of Chase's muscles. "She wants someone to hold her, not someone to take care of. She'd beat you at an arm wrestling match, punk. That's just a sick joke. So buzz off."

Evan's forehead crinkled with annoyance at his brother's intervention and he gave a short shake of his head, both eyes narrowed towards the larger, beaming male.

"No? Did you just shake your head no!? You little ass muncher!" Chase lunged forward enough to knock Evan back into the grass again while a hand spread over his face and ground his head back into the frozen grass. However, before Chase launched into a full force of destruction another presence and the voice attached drew his attention away.

"Stop dis! Stop! What are you doing to him?" When Evan and Chase's face swiveled to the source, both jaws slackened to the sight of the woman in white with concern painted over her face- concern for Evan.

Beneath his breath, Chase growled. "You little shit." Though louder, to Lydia he oozed charm. "This is my brother, we're just...playing, practicing for when we've got to duel for a beautiful woman such as yourself." His shit-eating smile that haunted Evan had transformed into something sweet and playful for the Siberian girl. Nonetheless, when he stood and held out his arm for her to take in a silent gesture of "Let's blow this joint," the girl instead leaned down to Evan on the grass, her cleavage dangling inches from his face.

"I-I...I'm fine, much better now." The corners of his mouth twitched before the curled into a weak smile, though when he moved to sit up he winced at the throbbing from his stomach where the bulk of his brother's weight had been settled. When the grimace showed on his face, concern twisted the girl's lips into a sour pucker and she threw her arms around him in a loose hug.

"You poor thing! You're brother's just too big to be playing like that!" She pressed her chest to his and mooshed her breasts against the fabric of his sweater where they strained out of her deeply cut shirt. Once she was firmly flattened against him she helped him to a standing position, brushing her body into his in a sympathetic, yet highly arousing manner. Her hips squirmed while she shuffled them both upwards, wiggling them against his in her miniature skirt, brushing the warmth of her groin into his already tight jeans. In addition, both breasts stayed plastered down his skin like the bubble wrap put around electronic when they shipped, looking as though they would burst at any moment with the slightest increase in pressure. All the while Chase watched with a growing scowl pulling both lips back to expose his gritted teeth, ground together in his frustration towards his brother's success in being the sensitive emotional guy. The thought of his brother stealing something he wanted enraged him; it sent an itch into his brain, buzzing to somehow overpower the boy, to surpass him, to win.

Chase needed to win this game. He needed to win Lydia.

By lunchtime, the elder brother was the one with Lydia's breasts bouncing and grazing against him while she crooned over his biceps and drooled at the description of his extensive work-out routine. Evan seethed at the sight, grumbling when he was informed Lydia had been in Chase's first class, giving the male an opportunity to flex for her and gain superiority with his larger, naturally masculine build.

Nonetheless, when they two Miller boys trotted out from two separate doors of the college, glaring at each other from the corner of each respective eye, Lydia, who was perched on the edge of a picnic table in the green area between the two doors lifted a hand and waved to each of the males in turn- aiming her dazzling smile to each and then the other.

"I saw her first...Why can't he just respect the bro code!" Evan hissed, aiming his words to the equally lanky male beside him, Brandon.

"Is the bro code even a thing? Didn't that die in middle school?"

"Middle school? What? No! The bro code is a thing- it's like in your genes." Evan's face lit up with impassioned upset, a look of shocked disbelief plastered over his face with both eyes stretched open wide and his eyebrows lifted tense on his forehead.

"Uhmm...didn't you just hit on the girl I dated last year? Isn't that against something?" Brandon's eyebrow lifted in a gentle question mark, though his eyes beneath were far-off with both pupils straining in broad circles.

"No- There's nothing in the bro code about using something someone's done with!" Evan's mouth dropped open in a circle while he reached the door of his car and jerked it open with one hand while he turned his upper body to show his friend's his surprised expression.

"Maybe he thought you were done with her?" Brandon's eyes were glossy while he met Evan's.

"Stop smoking so much pot! This is serious! No! He wouldn't. He's not stupid, he's just a prick! I wish he would just move out or drastically change. You know?" When Brandon's blank look met his question, Evan just shook his head. "Get out of here. I'm going home."

In the opposite parking lot, Chase leaned against the side of his own vehicle, stroking a thumb down a blonde's cheek while she leaned against the wall of muscle that was Chase's chest, her hand stroking over his washboard abs like a painter's brush over canvas. "I understand he's jealous, but it's so hard always having him trying to steal my women. Has he even drooled over you, Jen?"

The brush over his canvas of a stomach paused, "Jen? My name's Rachel."

Five minutes Chase was whining to himself in the mirror of his car, driving home with one cheek stinging pink. "Evan can't be getting in the way of me and my women. He could get hurt..." A crude grin spread over the male's lips and his annoyance with his brother eased into the back of his mind while more lewd through more to the forefront.

Already home, settled before his desk with a sheath of papers for his composition class, Evan poured over the instructions for his next assignment, idly scribbling margin notes while his mind painted an image of the new Siberian beauty. When his mind wandered too far, his dominant right hand abandoned its pencil and dropped to his lap, fishing out his hardening length from its tight, cotton confines. Mentally, Evan could imagine the fur coat dropping to the ground like a red carpet spreading out behind her for him to travel on while she led him to the bed, piece after piece of her clothing dropping to the carpeting till only the thin strip of lace panties covered the puffy lips of her sex, plainly visible beneath the thin fabric.

Hand pumping over his average six inches, Evan gave a short pant and thrust against his fantasy Siberian's butt, urging her to lean over onto herself, something she did eagerly with a faint moan of her own. The woman's body leaned over the bed while she crawled onto it, tail end swaying slowly, beckoning the male to follow and follow he did with hips thrusting eagerly against her while a hand peeled down the pale white lace of her panties and exposed her nude sex, lower lips kissing his tip while it pierced between them and sunk into her heat.

A faint grunt echoed out into while he pictured the heat of the girl's tunnel and the tightness of her constricting around him- created by his hand squeezed tightly around his girth while he bucked into it, already reaching his peak with a hiss of air between tight lips, not wanting to alert the house to his activities. With his release came the aromatic spray of his cum, spurted from his tip and shot onto the surface of his desk and onto some of the pages he earlier labored over. The assaulting scent of his release broke his fantasy along side with the slam of a car door outside.

Chase was home.

Evan's hand flew into the routine of cleaning up his mess with kleenex and jerking his jeans and briefs off to be chucked into the laundry basket nearby. His flaccid, mildly oozing cock still hung in the open when the door burst open with Chase's eyes scrutinizing Evan's junk before the elder started into his prepared speech. "You need to stay out of the way with me and Lydia. Once I'm done with her you can pick all the leftovers you want- if you like leftover Chase spunk that is." A lewd smile stretched from one side of Chase's face to the other before he added, "Because I'm going to stuff that girl like a creamsicle."

Evan's face twisted with disgust at his brother's commentary ruining the lingering fantasy in his mind while he dug through a drawer of underwear. Before he verbalized a come back, Chase spoke up again.

"It's not like you could even compete with that cock. That wimpy dick wouldn't be able to please her, not when she has an alpha male like me." A proud gleam lit up Chase's eyes while he stared expectantly towards Evan.

However, Evan couldn't dispute the comment, he already knew from earlier that very day that Chase had the advantage in the dick department. Hell, he knew Chase had the advantage in every physical department. And Chase knew just that. "You know how we used to settle all arguments in the old days? Isn't that what you're always whining about returning to? "

Evan scowled. Back in the "old days" the boys solved every issue by wrestling till one of them surrendered and the other won. Wrestling now would only result in Chase winning, but backing down would result in an endless myriad of torture, freshly fed from his sign of weakness. Alas, he had no choice but to play along. "Come on, Chase. Haven't we outgrow this yet?"

However, before Evan had barely finished speaking, Chase hand launched himself at the half dressed teenager- wearing only a t-shirt left over from the day and briefs fresh from the drawer. Fingers made a vice on either shoulder and rocked the lanky male backwards till his back hit the bed with a faint scream from the springs of the mattress as it sunk down with the weight of the two males. Once he was pushed back against the bed, a knee pushed against his chest, further trapping him with Chase's smile floated above his, nearly disembodied like that of the Cheshire cat. "If you surrender, I get to hit on Lydia without you getting in the way, deal? Twerp?"

Evan mouth broke open to complain, the respond negatively to the proposed plan, but right when the start of the N-sound left his lips two hands jerked his shoulder upwards and then dragged him backwards into a tighter reign of control for the larger Miller. "Rrrgh...Chase!"

Chase pulled the smaller teen against his body harder and pulled one arm back to form it to twist against Evan's backside. "Nuh uh uh! You know the rules! If you want it to stop, just give up! Give me Lydia!"

Evan grunted, displeased with the situation but failing to free himself nonetheless even with his thrashing back against his brother, which only exceeding in making the buff male chuckle against his ear, breathily almost intimately mocking him. "Just give up, shrimp. If you can't get out of this simple hold you'll never get your dick inside Lydia's hooch. That's gonna be my territory."

A growl left the younger sibling and he pushed a foot back in an attempt to kick the male but only twisted himself further against the male, furthering his own discomfort while more laughter attacked his ears. "What are you even trying for? You're not gonna win. You know you won't. You can't. You've never won. I've always won. Now's no different. You won't win. I'll win."

Evan winced while the muscle of his arm, twisted behind him, started to throb and scream in discomfort at the hold, followed by a whimper of pain. When a jolt of stabbing sensation broke down the string of nerves through his arm at a sprint, Evan gave in and slumped against Chase's chest. "That's it, I surrender."

However, Chase didn't realize him immediately- instead he stiffened his grip and hunched over him further. "You what? What are you surrendering? What do I get?"

"You get Lydia! God, just let me go!"Evan's face held a fierce grimace- a mixture of pain and upset at being played by his brother and beaten merely on size when both of them knew in a battle of the wits the odds would be different, tables would be turned.

Triumphant, Chase beamed."Hah! That's right! Look for another girlfriend!" Once he released Evan the male shot up from the bed and threw open the door to the bedroom to exit. When the door slammed out into the hallway, Lisa, who had been eavesdropping, was knocked backwards.

Chase only sneered at her when he passed, "Should have been minding your own business, little brat." His grin floated past and then disappeared down the stairs, assumably off to track down the Siberian woman he'd just won.

Lisa brushed her hands down her front and scowled before she slowly stood and ambled into the bedroom to the sight of her older brother, slumped on his bed with both hands up over his head, clutching overtop of his ears while he panted into the cup his hands made.

"Hey...Evan?"

The older male perked up at her voice, lifting his head to look at her. "What do you need, Lisa?"

She curled her lips into a hopeful smile, " I can help you. Help you get back at Chase. I have the perfect thing actually. It'll teach him a lesson." Her voice was level, calm- disguising the severity of her plan behind the calm tone of her voice.

"Really? What is it? What have you got on him?"

Lisa shook her head, "Get dressed first, then meet me in my bedroom." She gave a short nod, blocking any argument, before she turned and headed back down the hall to her own room, leaving him to his thoughts.

Left alone, Evan ambled to his closet to dig out something to wear while pondering what Lisa had said. "What could she possibly have on him? Some incriminating text message? A sex tape? Drugs? The receipt from a hooker? Wait, hookers don'ts give receipts that'd just be stupid...It's got to be drugs or maybe steroids! Oh I bet it's steroids- that would explain everything. The muscular build when he barely puts in anytime at the campus gym. It would explain his irritability, the jealousy, even his macho attitude fits with the common side effect of impaired judgement leading to feelings of invincibility...It makes so much sense!" Evan practically tripped over himself as the waistband to his sweatpants hit his waist and he charged towards the door, hitting the bottom hem of his pant leg with his toes and unbalancing him.

Reaching Lisa's door, Evan burst through. "It's steroids isn't it!? That's what you've got on Chase, isn't it? Isn't it?" He broke into his analysation once again, spewing out the data he knew about the drug abuse of steroids and the common side effects of abusing them. However, when he finished Lisa only chuckled before shaking her head side to side, no.

"You're not at all correct, Evan. Though I'm impressed how much useless information you've taken in so far this year." She quirked a small smile at him, leaning back against the hall beside her bed.

Evan's eyes narrowed slightly, "You're one to talk, always reading those devil worshipper books and attending occult lectures three towns over, talk about a waste of time!"

A laugh left the high schooler while she shook a slender finger at him, "Don't insult the occult! Especially not today since that hobby is just what's going to solve your little issue with our charming older brother..." From her bedside table she pulled out a slender, wooden box and eased the lid off. Inside were two braided necklaces, one a gleaming gold and the other shiny silver. Both held a canine image, what appeared to be a wolf from the size of it. "These are German. They used to be used to for the transfer of masculinity to a new alpha male after the other alpha was defeated. If you where the gold, I'll get Chase to put the silver on and well, you'll become the alpha."

For a long moment, all sound in the room lulled to a stop. Neither Evan nor Lisa spoke. Faintly, outdoor noise trickled in and the sound of birds chatting rang out in the air and car's puffing to life in the chilled air accented the silence every few moments till at last Evan broke through with his voice. "What are you talking about? How would that even happen? That's not logically possible."

Lisa chuckled, knowing her brother's analytical mind wouldn't grasp the concept of something that tested the bounds of common human beliefs towards what was possible and not. "I assure you, your logical mind doesn't know all there is to know about what can happen. Besides, isn't it worth a try? Can you imagine yourself in Chase's body? You'd be superior- with brains and brawn. He'd been reduced to just his ego for once and then it would shrivel. Doesn't Chase deserve to be lowered down a peg? Does he deserve to be alpha?"

Evan listened intently and Lisa's words brought her desired affect as his head shook passionately, "No! You're right! He doesn't deserve to be the top of the food chain if he's gonna be a dick! He doesn't need to go down a peg, he needs to go down a few! I'm sick of him. Let's do it, Lisa. Let's knock Chase down..."

******

The next morning, Evan added the gold necklace to his ensemble, though he tucked it beneath his tight fitting t-shirt to keep it out of sight when his brother bounded down the stairs with his normal, early-morning egotistical glow surrounding him like that of a pregnant woman though without the excuse of truly serving any purpose. While he hunched over a bowl of bran flakes, Evan left the wooden gift box with the remaining, silver necklace on the table where it would catch the larger male's eyes when he rounded the corner to the dining area.

"What's this, twerp?" Chase wore another tight-fitting sports t-shirt along with a pair of dark jeans this time in place of his regular basketball shorts though his shit-eating grin stayed intact, always the same, proud beaming smirk no matter the occasion. "You're not supposed to be hitting on Lydia so this had better not be for her..." He reminded with a malicious twinkle in his eye while he roughly pulled the jewelry item out from the box and held it up to his neck and while he watched his reflection in the face of the microwave clasped the necklace onto his neck and girlishly cooed to Evan, "Oooh how do I look now, Evan-poo? Do I look pretty with your funny, old necklace on? I just wanna suck you off so much more now with this necklace on! The funny wolfy charm on it turns me on sooo much! I just wanna gag myself on your cock now! Oh wait! I can't because it's so tiny!" Chase erupted into self amused giggling and Evan scowled down at his bowl, silently cursing Lisa for if the necklace didn't do anything but get him mocked mercilessly by the older sibling.

His concerns were destroyed, however, when Chase went to remove the necklace and found himself unable to move the clasp or even to jerk it off by breaking the chain. "Ugh! You did this on purpose didn't you, sick little bastard!"

"Boys!" Mother Miller appeared at the doorway to the kitchen, hands on either hip as she caught the tail end of Chase's angry outburst. "I don't know what's going on, but watch your language!"

"Mother! Evan tricked me into putting on this stupid necklace and now it's stuck." Chase complained, going so far as to lightly pout towards the woman, who only responded with a dull stare.

"As Mark Twain said, Chase, 'It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt.' If you were stupid enough to put on your brother's necklace then you should be smart enough to shut your yap about it. You can cut it off once you get home, but stop whining about it during breakfast." After Joanna spoke, the room remained silent for a long minute before Chase turned towards the door.

"We'd have better get going, I would hate to be late for class. I'll just have to cut the necklace off later..." Chase droned like a four year old told how to apologize to a sibling before he exited out the front door only to be followed shortly after by both Miller parents- off to a dog trainer convention for the day.

Arriving at school, still scowling to himself after being berated by his mother in front of Evan that morning, Chase leaned back against his seat to pause a moment and inspect himself in the drop down mirror of his car, surveying his chin where he expected to see the strategically left spattering of stubble that often grew over night when he made a point to shave the night before. However, this morning there were only patches of hair rather than the even covering of thin stubble. "Great, as if I needed irregular facial hair today..." Chase growled, though he stopped when his voice squeaked like a prepubescent tween. "I must be getting sick..."

******

Across the parking lot, Evan arrived at the college only shortly after Chase did and paused in a similar way to peer at himself in the mirror, noticing a cropping of hair above his lip and in the slight v of his crew neck shirt. "Hmm...I must have forgotten to shave this morning..." Though Evan swore his chest had been bare only the night before...

During his first class, Evan's mind returned to the image of his facial hair in the car earlier along with the memory of his sister's words when explaining the effects of the necklaces, "They used to be used to for the transfer of masculinity to a new alpha male after the other alpha was defeated. If you where the gold, I'll get Chase to put the silver on and well, you'll become the alpha."

"This couldn't actually be working, could it?" He mumbled to himself, running a hand over his chest where the hair had thickened before dropping it against his stomach where the ridge of abs caught his fingers. Surprised, he hunched down at peered at the outline of his body within the tight shirt and sure enough where before he'd been flat as ninth grade girl, his chest held the bulge of pectorals and the subtle ridging of abdominals, a full six pack.

"This is amazing..."

******

"This is horrible!" Chase stood in front of the mirror in the boy's bathroom, staring at himself with a grimace of disgust. Having come into the bathroom to pound through a few push-ups and perk up the bulge of his biceps before he met Lydia for coffee between his morning classes, Chase was brought to his current state of upset when a fifth push-up had made both arms wobble and he'd slipped onto the tiled floor- into a suspiciously smelling smear of something.

Once he was tainted with the stench of the leftover urine on the floor, Chase had stalled in the bathroom with his shirt in his hand and a scowl on his face till a underclassmen made the mistake of entering the restroom only to be grabbed and stripped of his shirt, giving Chase a fresh, although somewhat short, top to replace his own aromatic one.

*******

"Dude, Evan you promised if you were going to start working out you'd invite me along!" Brandon whined while Evan piled his tray at the cafeteria with a plethora of food: a hamburger, a serving of fries, two applies, a banana, a pudding cup, and a bottle of gatorade.

"I swear man, I don't know what's happening to me. I'm not doing anything! I'm just changing!" However, Brandon's complaints were soundly based on Evan's new appearance. His tight fitting t-shirt that had before stayed mostly flat over his chest and stomach now rippled down over the shape of his pectorals, subtle but solid beneath the upper portion of the shirt and his abdominals that were ribbed with several solid lumps of muscle, now almost surpassing the earlier six-pack he'd felt during the morning lecture. The slight dip of his shirt still displayed the puff of chest hair, now full and masculine rather than the small tuft it had started as. Besides his chest and stomach, both arms were larger with a defined bulge of the bicep being the focus on each appendage with even his wrists held further definition. In addition to the muscle definition, Evan seemed to have shot up almost a full inch and his appetite rose along with it as he dug into enough food for his entire group of meagerly muscled companions.

"You've got to be doing something! No one just sprouts out abs like that! Come on, man. How long have you been hiding this beauty from us?" Brandon trailed behind Evan's larger, more confident strides while they made their way to a lunch table where the spattering of the nerdier girls at the college already sat, two of which had eyes locked onto Evan's approaching figure.

"Evan! Since when have you been such a stud!" One crooned from across the table while the originally lanky male slid into a seat. "I've always known you were smart and witty, but I didn't know you were a hottie too!" The other girls giggling faintly at the flirtation, but Emma, who had vocalized the flirting stayed earnestly attentive to Evan.

"I don't know what it is, guys. Maybe I'm just finally filling out a little." Evan shrugged and gave a small smile with only half his mouth while his mind drifted to his brother, wondering if the same sort of changes would be evident in the older sibling come gym which directly followed the lunch break.

"Filling out a little! You've got an eight pack down there! Jeezus! Can I touch? Please? This is the intensest nerd moment ever!" Emma pleaded, grinning in a playful manner and with a blunt confidence that only certain women carried, usually the same women who could handle swords and didn't squeal at the sight of a mouse.

Evan chuckled, nodding almost absently at the request as he assumed she was only teasing him about his newfound sturdiness though the sudden touch of warm hands over his shirt assured him that she had been quite serious. "Oh man..." Evan thought to himself, peeking down at the rouge colored cheeks of his female companion before he scanned the lunch room for Lydia, "Even if nothing happens to Chase, this has been enough to make up for yesterday already..."

******

Nonetheless, Chase wouldn't get off that easy. By the time he wandered into the locker room before gym class to change, the elder sibling had completely given up on salvaging his day. After stealing a shirt after the bathroom incident earlier, his voice had cracked during a presentation in front of the class, he'd dropped one of the cheerleaders out of a lifted hug, and he'd been knocked over by an underclassman who bumped into him in the hallway. He felt unlike himself. His limbs felt limp and weak while his entire body ached with an underlying tiredness as though the weight of his very self was too much for them.

"Gym will be better. Gym always lifts my spirits. Nothing like sweat and soccer to lift one's spirits, especially when you're number one" He grinned at himself in the mirror, monologuing his thoughts silently within his head. "Besides, Evan's in this class and nothing makes me happier than beating on that little shithead...especially with such an audience to see it happen." His mind drifted to a discussion with Lydia the day before when she mentioned having track practice the same time he had gym, meaning when they used the field outside she'd be there running her laps, in the perfect place to witness however Evan chose to fuck up that day. A broad smirk curled Chase's lips, it was the perfect pick me up, just perfect.

******

However, what Chase didn't know was that the pick-me-up wouldn't be for him, but for Evan whose day was already his best so far in college. The girl, Emma, who'd fawned over him at lunch had left a smear of lipstick over his neck after a short jaunt in the stairwell, with her lithe body pressed between his own and the wall while her talented lips taught his own how to move in the heated make out session. Traveling to the gym, with his change of clothes in a bag slung over one shoulder and his mind replaying the moment with the girl's breasts, though clothed, flush against his chest while she whimpered in his ear, Evan held a grin that stretched from ear to ear and he exuded confidence. When he pushed open the door to the locker room, even his brother's normal greetings of profanities and name calling didn't faze him as he breezed past and headed to his usual locker, completely ignoring the older male.

When ignored, Chase scowled and hissed to his nearby crony. "That little punk thinks just because things are going good for him he can ignore me! Be glad you have a sister, Brock, because brothers are just too much of a struggle...especially since I'll have to kick his ass in soccer today just to make up for that little move there..."

"You sure you'll be able to? He's looking bigger than usual..."

"Brock! You dick head! He's not looking bigger, he's just puffing his chest out to impress the other butt fuckers in here...Not shut your face and let's go. I've got a twerp to beat."

******

"Miller!" A whistle screamed through the open air of the soccer field and made the spattering of boys across the frosted green jerk their heads towards the coach, a pot-bellied man who sweated even in the chill of the outside air. "Miller! What's going on with you!?" Upon hearing the criticism Chase's head turned away from the shouting male to sneer at his younger brother, hunched over slightly and panting after a hard kick from the goalie post. However, his attention was stolen back when the coach barked out again. "Miller! Chase Miller! I'm talking to you! What the hell is going on out there?! If this was a game I would bench you! Get on defense, Evan Miller you take Chase's offensive position! Let's try this again, girls!"

Chase's cheeks burned a deep rouge while he tucked his chin and jogged towards the goalie's net while his inner monologue burst to life with embarrassed rage, "I can't believe this. Coach must be fuckin' blind if he thinks Evan's going to do any better than I am! It's not my fault my game isn't on, it's the cold! I can fuckin' feel my nipples practically breaking through this shirt. God damn!" He looked down at himself almost fearfully to assure that his nipples were indeed scraping to his shirt each time he picked up into his jog.

Across the field, Evan was in an opposite state of delight at the situation. His head was held high as he jogged onto the field, feeling a surge of eagerness from his legs in replace of their normal screaming complaints against anything that required physical activity. While he strode onto the field and the other players scattered into their various positions around him, Evan caught a glimpse of a streak of white heading around the track ring that surrounded the brought soccer field. "Lydia..." He breathed, silently to himself though loud enough that the sound of her name reached his ears. "She's out here. She's gonna see me having the best day of my gym class career!" A dopey smile of glee spread over his lips while the whistle howled out again.

The game had begun.

"Over here! Over here!" The soccer ball shot out from the kick in on the side of the field and flew towards Evan's position at the mid-field line. Both eyes, before tracking Lydia's trail across the track, locked onto the ball like a predator onto prey and he charged, with a surge of speed from his strengthened legs. A mixture of cheers and cries erupted into the air at the sight of him, the mixture of either team for and against Evan's sudden come to stardom.

With a ragged pant tearing out from his lungs, Evan leaned into the spring and met the tumbling ball half way towards the opponent's net where Chase had dropped into a hunched position in an attempt to prepare to block to projectile when it became one. The goalie, however never had a chance of blocking the ball when Evan's foot met into the ball in a full swing kick, sending it soaring over the remaining patch of grass between the kicker and the fabric of the net, and straight through a drooping hole in the torn fabric of the equipment.

"Goooooal!" Voices swelled around the grinning Miller brother while a scowl broke onto Chase's face in the net- a burning blush of humiliation darted across his cheeks, accented further when the coach leaned close to him and smirked. "Better go fetch that ball, Miller before your team jumps you for that lousy attempt at a block."

Chase fumed, but did as the man suggested and turned out of the barriers of the net, jogging towards where the ball had disappeared into a cropping of trees at the edge of the campus. "Stupid Evan. He's making a fool of me. " He glanced back towards where Evan stood surrounded by the celebrating members of his team with a broad grin on his lips while his hand lifted in a wave at a figure on the track; Lydia, who had seen the whole thing during her laps. "Arrggh! If this is some sort of revenge I'm going to crush him later! Just wait until we're at home, punk...I'll-" Chase's voice cut off as he neared the ball and a lumbering Saint Bernard appeared out of the spattering of bushes that had stopped the ball's journey. The large canine spotted Chase and a both pieces of his jaw broke apart and a broad, pink tongue dropped out like an unfurling flag- as if he was grinning at him.

"Out of the way, mutt." Chase growled, but the large creature didn't obey. Instead, he bounded closer to the young man and jumped up against his thigh- the long spread of his tongue dragged over Chase's hips, over top of the fabric of his shorts while the Saint Bernard's hips squirmed upwards and brought a second thing to the male's attention. Something warm pressed against Chase's legs, while a wet substance smeared over the length of the elder sibling legs- pre-cum that dribbled out of the canine's pointed tip while he attempted to hump against the fuming goalie.

"Ah! You sick canine! What do you think you're doing!?" Chase shouted with a broad mouth and cheeks that were flushed deeply with a mixture of humiliation and anger. Enraged by the turn of events, Chase found himself unable to push to dog off and even attempting to made his weak arms wobble slightly as if to say "We just can't do it!" Both biceps, where they had once bulged attractively with even the slightest use seemed to deflate at the attempt and throbbed slightly.

Feeling the heated pressure of the canine's cock smacking blindly against his leg even after his attempt to fight the creature off, Chase tried instead to run back the way he had come, but the hooked paw that slid down his hips tripped him, sending him into the grass on his butt with a dull thud that vibrated through his tailbone in a painful echo. When he fell, the slick pre-dampened doggy dick dragged over his skin and trailed the off-white fluid down his skin like a slug's trail.

"Ohhh damn..." Chase whimpered, voice inching into a higher octave as he felt a whine of pain build in his throat from the painful drop onto the frozen ground. From the base of his spine, a jolting discomfort shot up the length of his spine while his entire rear end ached from the hard landing with no give when he hit the cold surface of the grass. At the sign of Chase's pain, the large canine seemed to take it as a sign of encouragement. A wide mouthed "grin" broke across the dog's face and his dribbling tongue slurped over the length of Chase's neck, coating it in a layer of gooey saliva that leaked copiously out of the canine's jaws while he eager threw himself overtop of the entirety of the Miller boy's waist. Re-energized by Chase's "encouragement" the canine thrusted up against the bulk of his entire thigh now, slipping his red length between Chase's shorts and his bare skin beneath, smearing the musky pre-cum into the fabric and locking the canine scent onto it while he humped madly in an irregular rhythm against the Miller's flesh, dragging the heated length against his thigh with a wet shlick sound effect accompanying every forward thrust.

"Jesus christ! Dog! Off!" Chase shouted, pushing against the large Bernard's chest, fingers curled into the thick fur of either should before his voice lost it's aggressive edge and he whimpered again, almost submissively with both eyes turned towards the dog's face as though the creature could hear him and intelligently process what he was saying. "Please, ya big brute?"

Before the dog could respond to Chase's change in tone, a figure broke through the branches that blocked the event from the eyes of the entire team.

"Hey! Are you o-" A long pause followed the female's voice while Chase's cheeks filled with the heated blood of a blush and his brain easily identified the visitor to his embarrassment, Lydia- Russian beauty. "S-should I leave you two alone?" She teased, smirking almost as maliciously as Chase had only the day before to his younger brother, though when she saw the tortured expression on the male's face when Chase turned to see her she turned towards the dog and let out a guttural "Git!" that sent the beast scuttering off into the bushes once again, cock bobbing against his thigh, dribbling out a spurt of his pre-cum, and retreating into his sheath while he ran.

"Just...don't say...anything..." Chase slid his eyes downwards, avoiding looking directly at the Siberian girl, though it was hard to pull his gaze off of her body, subtly curved and covered only in a skimpy running outfit complete with short shorts that flared out around her thighs but clung tightly to the curve of her ass, and a tight-fitting running bra that while held her bras tight to her body showed off her taut stomach and the elegant slope of her naked shoulder. Her hair, since she'd stopped running, had been pulled out of its earlier ponytail and was loose, tossled around her face as though she'd just rolled out of bed after an arousing romp- sex hair one might say. After jogging in the cold, the faint outline of her nipples was visible and her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, a natural blush.

"I won't...trust me..." She glanced back towards the field, as though she expected someone to be listening in. "I'm going to try to forget I ever saw that actually, but if you don't want someone else to find out, you might want to clean yourself up a little..." Her gaze dropped to his leg where the gleaming snail trail of pre-cum still clung to him, releasing the musky, hormones filled scent of aroused, male canine to waft off from Chase's leg.

Panic dropped through Chase's face and a second pang of humiliation washed through him at Lydia seeing such a sight. Weakly, he looked up towards the girl. "Could you just tell them I slipped and I headed in to get an ice pack?"

Lydia's lip drooped in a sympathetic pout, though her eyes held genuine pity. 'Sure...Sure...You just run along..." She turned, giving one last glance at his cum streaked leg, before she jogged back towards the field.

With a final groan of humiliation and pain, Chase dragged himself to his feet and limping made his way towards the locker room, one hand cupping his aching ass while the other hung weakly at his side. "This maybe the worst day of my life. I was humped by a slobbering beast...and nearly broke my tailbone...and Lydia got to see me during the entire thing. She's never gonna go for me now, not after this..." His anger from earlier had diffused into self-pity and physical pain though it would return later, after he'd showered himself in the locker room and extracted an ice pack for his aching tailbone, when Evan appeared in the door of the locker room surrounded by his adoring team members.

"God, that was the greatest kick I had ever seen! It ripped through the net!"

"You were on fire out there! You outplayed everyone of us! Even your brother!"

"Dude, where is Chase? He like disappeared after he went after that ball!"

"I heard he broke his butt or something!"

"And that, boys, is why you don't sneak off into the bushes for butt sex!"

An explosion of laughter erupted into the air of the locker room, echoing along the high ceiling and ringing in Chase's ears as he basked in a far corner, cupping his aching ass with one hand while his other made a tight fist. While fed by the burning sense of shame he felt, his anger returned and boiled to the surface.

Low, beneath his breath, Chased hissed,"That...little...punk...I'm going to pummel him! Today, after we're both home, I'm going to call a rematch and this time there won't be any mercy..."

******

"Hey Evan, I see its working!" Lisa perched near the door when the middle brother arrived home. Her eyes gleamed to witness the changes her necklaces had caused. A gleam of pride surrounded her at the sight of Evan's new chest, muscular and sturdy to the touch when she greeted him with an innocent, sisterly hug.

Evan blushed with a sense of shy pride of his own at his new form, giving her a small nod. "It is working, you should have seen Chase today. He wasn't himself at all. It's like someone just swapped his body with someone elses!"

Lisa laughed, smirking at her rather naive older brother. "That's exactly what's happening though, Evan. He's giving up his body's strength for your body's weaknesses." The girl paused for a moment, watching Evan walk away from her and towards his bedroom and hurrying after him, "Hey, before you run off, to prove all these changes...you should call a rematch...on the wrestling match from yesterday. Challenge him to take over our chores, you know how many mom's gonna give after a day being gone at that convention when she sees what *we* did tothe house while she was gone, even though she left the house at the same friggen' time we did!" The girl shook her head, dismissing the tangent, "Challenge him. Beat him, Evan."

Evan felt a smile of amusement tug the corners of his lips, "You know, Lisa. I will. I'll do just that." He grinned with an easy charm and confidence that he wore well, even secondhand from his deteriorating brother and then winked before disappearing into his room until his brother arrived.

******

"Evan! Evan Miller, I have something to say to you! I have an important message!" Chase broke through the front door with a slam as the nob smacked against the wall behind. At the sound of his arriving, Evan stood up off the bed and headed towards the hallway, standing at the top of the stairs while his brother stood at the bottom and glared upwards at him.

"Yeah?" Evan started, a cool, level-headedness encompassed in his voice that came with the confidence from his changed body. "I have something for you too. I want a re-match. This time, we'll keep the stakes nice and low for you. If you lose, you get mine and Lisa's chores. Deal?"

Chase's lips broke wide to expose his teeth in a grin like that of a madman, paired with his widely opened eyes, filled with the flickering inspiration of revenge that burned like a candle inside him, swaying unsteadily within his brain. "Oh that's perfect. Deal, deal oh, deal..."

Evan strode down the stairs, a gladiator striding into the arena to face a lion without a trace of fear on his face, though instead of armor and furs he wore only a pair of ragged boxers, stretched slightly over a bulge larger than the one from only yesterday. At the living room rug, waiting the lion stretched his grin wider over his teeth, dropping both eyes into a narrow glare towards the approaching battle opponent.

"You're gonna regret this, punk." Chase growled, hulking over in a ready stance while both arms swayed side to side, inviting Evan to attempt to tackle him to the rug first. Even didn't respond verbally, but he took the silent invitation with both arms shooting out while he grabbed his brother around the expanse of his chest, a chest flatter than it had been when Evan had been pulled back against it the day before.

Surprised, Chase let out a high- pitched yelp and tumbled into the rug with a dull throb of his tailbone, sore from earlier during gym, when he hit the surface of the hard floor with his brother's increased weight over top of him, forcing him into the solid surface with double the pressure of his own fall earlier.

"What was that you said about me regretting this?" Evan taunted, grinning as he forced Chase down into a hold, with both legs curled around his neck and his thighs holding the elder's head completely still between his legs where Chase's view was suddenly constricted to the red plaid of Evan's boxers and his head swam within the cloud of musky scent of his brother. Both eyes widened when Chase breathed in the aroma and nearly whimpered at it, intoxicating and thick it poisoned his mind with a sudden explosion of lust that quickly translated in the swell of his cock within his own clothes, with the added benefit of still wearing pants. When he eyes opened wide in shock to the effect of the rich, pungent scent around him Chase was only further tortured by the swell of his brother's bulge against his face, the very shape of his balls and cock within the fabric were visible as Chase lay trapped in the headlock, both unable and unwanting to leave, though he tried to appear otherwise with small, pathetically weak squirms of his body which only further teased his throbbing, swelling shaft that rubbed to the fabric of his own boxers with each movement.

The squirms, while rubbing Chase's cock into his boxers, also caused Evan to sway slightly above him, wagging the fabric covered cock above the elder brother's face tantalizingly while the light weight of his balls sat on Chase's chin.

Desperately needing to escape as his cock spat a burst of wet pre-cum against the barrier of cloth between his skin and his pants, Chase growled in a low groan against his brother's thighs, though the only effect the complaint had was to spread a warm breath against Evan's cock, causing it to swell within the fabric cage that held it, straining slightly against the fabric, and further defining it.

"What the hell, Chase! Are you playing with me?" Evan yelped from above, tightening his legs around Chase almost painfully while a fresh burst of pre-cum soaked into his boxers, the wetness from the first deposit resting against his tip, cold while the wetness soaked through into the fibers of the clothes.

"Oh my god, is it true? You really did sneak out of gym to get with a guy didn't you? And now you're trying to get me!" Evan shouted, though a smirk was on his face, blocked from Chase's view by the swollen, barely constrained bulge that rivaled in size to Evan's meager penis yesterday while Chase's, pushing in a bulge against his pants, felt smaller, disappointingly smaller even though it burned through with desperate need for attention.

At Evan's taunting, Chase thrashed harder beneath him, but every motion he made rubbed his nose into Evan's crotch, smearing the scent around him, plugging his senses with the pungent, mind-numbing musk. Softly, Chase felt his will to win weakening to be replaced with his desperate wish to escape.

"P-please let me go, Evan. I'll do the chores, but this is fuckin' awkward."

Evan grinned, pleased to hear his brother's voice heavy with desperation and pleading and humiliation. "What was that, Chase? You think this is awkward? I could make it so much worse for you though, worse just like you make everything for me. Every second of every day when you look at me with that miserable, shit-eating grin of yours before you push me down or shove me. Every time I talk to a girl and you steal her. Every time you insult my dick size! Does it look small now, Chase? Is it too puny to please Lydia? It looks like it's pleasing you enough right now! You think I can't see that boner of yours?" Evan's hips ground forward to rub his cloth covered penis into Chase's face, forcing it to drag over Chase's lips and nose, filling his nostrils with the thick scent, almost palpable in its richness. Chase could practically feel it stuffing his nose with the masculinity of his brother, his little brother who sat on his face, mocking him. His cheeks burned with the fire of humiliation, even his neck was pink with the deep blush. "Oh yeah, I can see it Chase. I can see your pre soaking through your pants. You must be really horny for you to leak that much. You must love this. Do you love it, Chase? You love being sat on? Love being pushed down? Love having a man's junk in your face? Or is it just me? You love being pushed down by your little brother? Do you like the idea of me getting my revenge? You want it don't you? You want me to use you like this. You love this." Evan's hips rolled forward again, harder this time to actually force Chase's lips to flop upwards against the sweat coated, musk soaked fabric and the wetness of his mouth actually dragged against Evan's cock within the boxers. Trapped beneath him, feeling the energized quiver of Evan's body over top of his face and feeling the beat of his heart in the ball pressed to his chin, Chase experienced Evan's emotional epiphany first hand with a fearful, humiliated whimper that buzzed his lips against Evan's boxers, tickling the sensitive flesh of the dick beneath.

"I feel you down there, Chase. I can feel every little sound you make. I like them. I like when you sound nice and weak- no more tough talk for you, hmm? All it takes is a little muscle power to break down the great Chase Miller..." Evan laughed, full heartedly and his balls and dick shoot a top Chase's face, bouncing against his chin and bobbing against his lips and noise where the scent had poisoned his mind. The musk of the younger boy clung to Chase's hair nearly stung his eyes with its thickness.

Evan still celebrated above him, laughing in a boisterous tone while Chase felt his cock throb hard again in his own boxers, furthering the wet splotch over the front of his jeans. "Lisa! I am triumphant! The great Chase Miller is now more! He's just a miserable, small-dicked, whimpering, incest-loving butt-fucker. Aren't ya, brother?"

Chase whimpered, so red and humiliated he couldn't even open his lips to speak, especially with Evan's cock rested against his bottom lip, meaning if he parted them it would rest over his open mouth.

"Hmm? Have I won, Chase? Why don't you tell me I've won. Why don't you tell me exactly what has happened here." Evan's hip bucked his forward, smearing his sweaty, musky boxers to Chase's lips once again, peeling his upper lip upwards so his boxer fabric rubbed into Chase's mouth, giving him a taste of the smell he'd been inhaling for several minutes. "Say it! Say it, Chase!" Evan's voice grew aggressive, ready to end the experience now and leave the elder to his humiliation.

Trembling with the power of his emotion, Chase squirmed his head to the side enough to move his lips, though they still brushed into Evan's ball sack with every word he formed. "Y-You won, Evan. You won...my labor...I'll be doing yours...and Lisa's chores..." Chase whimpered as he finished, feeling his cock jump again at his verbalisation, as though it was true that he enjoyed suffering Evan's revenge, the pushing down, the sitting on his face. Chase denied it to himself, but deep in the back of his mind a small part of him gave in an accepted. It was hot to be shoved back, some part of him, his inner bitch was growing and she liked to be overpowered. She liked to be used. She liked musk. She liked sweatt. And now, so did Chase.

Evan chuckled and beaming released his legs, swinging off of Chase's face and readjusting his cock and balls directly over Chase's blank expression- a blush still plastered over every inch of his face while sweat glistened on his brow. "Pathetic, Chase. It's pathetic how easy that was...I actually expected it to be harder." After a moment of Chase not respond to the taunt, Evan chuckled, shrugged, and trotted to his room- pleased with himself and free of chores after the victory.

For a long while, even after Evan trotted off to his bedroom, Chase stayed flat against the floor of the living room, as though his transformation had been into a rug until across his skin he feelt a crawling sensation, a prickling feeling as though buds were sprouting out from his skin, all over, every inch felt alive. In addition, his nipples, sensitive from their chafing during gym class, sat a top a steady, itching sensation that seemed to crawl beneath his skin, like an army was moving beneath his skin, preparing for the final move. Weak with humiliation and desperate to distract himself from the pricking feeling of his skin, Chase peeled himself off the floor and slowly, dragging both feet that were heavy with disheartenment, headed into the basement where the laundry room was.

When Chase stepped into the laundry room, he quickly peeled off his current clothing, the stench of his own arousal intermixed with the lingering musk of his brother in his nose and created a pungent odor, even when he tossed the bundle into the growing water of the washing machine and trotted to a pile of unfolded, cleaned clothes left on the large table in the center of the laundry room piled high from the lack of care done to finish the hated task of laundry. With a lackluster crawling speed, Chase eased out a pair of boxers of his own and a t-shirt, though his erection jutted out from his hips without the discarded clothing to hold it against him and announced "I will not be clothed!"

Grumbling with annoyance at the steady throbbing from his cock acting as a reminder of his humiliating arousal at his brother's hand, Chase slammed the door to the windowless room and latched the small, aged lock with a click and an explosion of dust particles in the the air. Once satisfied he wouldn't be walked in on without pants, Chase moved to the large stack of unfolded laundry and stood beside the table and began the tedious process of folding and sorting them among each member of the house, choosing to sort them and then fold each stack in turn- due to the limited amount of space for folding and organisation on the table, Chase fell into the mindless task, the silence allowing him to reflect on his day.

"That was just a fluke. I would never react to Evan like that if today had been a normal day, but today has been weird. Everything been off, so it makes sense that that was off too." From the back of his mind, the taunting, imaginary voice of his brother silenced his own monologue for a moment, "It was so off, you almost got off! hehe" The very thought of his arousal made the throbbing length pulsate, as if in reminder that it was still there.

Chase whimpered in embarrassed depression, shoving a stack of his mother's clothes into a basket to be moved out of the way and then doing the same with his father's and Evan's. He shoved Evan's basket further past the other's, frightened of a lingering trace of the male's scent worsening his miserably horny situation. That left the mound of Lisa's clothes to deal with, and due to being left on the table unattended for nearly a month with no one forced into laundry, dealing with them required not only folding, but also ironing.

Hunched over the worktable, Chase drew the iron over a band t-shirt, one he knew that Lisa had been looking for and unable to find. While part of his mind perked up at the opportunity for a passive aggressive attack of the girl a second, overwhelming part jumped at the opportunity to please the girl. Deep within his mind, where the growing personality of a bitch hid, the word mistress floated up though it didn't reach the forefront of his thought and make itself known the shirt was carefully ironed, folded, and set aside to be given to the girl so she'd know exactly where it was. One by one, Chase worked his way through the shirts, finding a steady rhythm and pace as though he'd been playing housewife all his life, the elder finished the stack of shirts and pants easily, bypassing the spattering of bras almost entirely after he'd adjusted the straps to lay even and untwisted within the stacks cups of each one, neatly together like russian nesting dolls. The left only the stack of panties, various thongs, boyshorts, and lacy strings created a colorful mound of red, purple, and black that seemed to be the girl's favorites hues.

At the sight of them, with a skimpy thong on the very top with red ribbon lacing over the front like the lacing of a corset, Chase felt his forgotten erection throb to life again and his nose, more sensitive than ever, gave a small twitch in the air, catching the faint spicy scent of a girl's sex- a scent that lingered deep in the fiber of the clothes, even after a washing. With a soft groan of discomfort of ironing with his cock resting against the corner of the table, Chase threw himself into the task once again, trying to stop the instinctive snuffing each time he lifted a fresh pair onto the work space and spread it out over the table, stroking over the fabric of the crotch almost tenderly to work the scent onto his skin so between pairs he could breath in and smell the scent locked onto his hands. Almost in a trance, Chase made it through the collection of lingerie and stacked the finished load into a basket and moved it near the door while his then free hand dropped to his shaft, idly caressing the sensitive, neglected flesh while the scent of his brother's musk and his sister's spice danced in his mind together, creating a incestual, humiliating pungent poison that filled the elder brother with a desperate lust that at last he gave himself into, even while his ego- shriveled and weak but still alive in the corner of his mind- screamed at him to resist the throbbing desperation of his cock. Chase pushed the thoughts away while he focused on the rich scents on his face and hands while one hand pumped over his cock which appeared smaller than it had been during his morning session the day before. With heavy lidded eyes, his mind drifted backwards into the dark recesses where the seeds of submission had been planted and he focused on the scents around his, noticable now even far away of only smeared against his cheek while his milked his own shaft, pumping steadily, needily, quickly, and shamelessly over his girth with the tip pointed over the lip of the large wash basin beside the washer, where his clothes, soaked in his arousal from his brother, spun in the wash cycle.

Within three minutes, Chase stiffened with an orgasm and grunted out his release and, finally, the feeling of relief spread over his limbs and his mind, dulled by the pleasure he'd felt, returned obediently to his task. Hunched over the table again, ironing out his mother's 'Stay and Train!' shirts, the itch over his skin returned and Chase whimpered with the tingles down his chest, each in pinpricks parallel to each other down the length of his chest where his muscular definition had before pushed against his shirt. Now the only definition beneath the thin fabric was that of his nipples, pert and idly throbbing while he worked through the laundry.

At last, Chase reached the midway point, completing his mother's clothing without incident and moving her basket beside Lisa's waiting to be carted upstairs. However, when Chase lifted the basket of his father's assembled boxers and sleep shirts, the elder boy's knuckles went white on the handles of the container and a whine creaked out from deep in his throat. The scent that wafted out from the basket was deep, pungent, like than of Evan but saltier, dirtier with the earthy undertone of a male who sweat through the night, encompassed in a wet dream and leaking a collection of fragrant liquids into the fabric of the laundry. Faced with the scents, Chase's boxers swelled with a fresh erection that raged while Chase rushed through the third basket of clothes and chewed his lip in an attempt to counteract the smells he couldn't block from his powerful nose.

"Why is this happening to me?!" Chase spoke aloud in the emptiness of the room, practically trembling in confusion and frustrated arousal once again. "Why is this hot to me! This is sweaty man stink! I have my own sweaty man stink all the time! I've never felt so horny in my life..." Chase stared down at a freshly ironed shirt and felt his mind wander till his eyes dashed up to the clock hanging on the wall, it was nearly five o'clock and still dinner hadn't been called for! Without any logic, Chase swiveled towards the door and headed towards the kitchen, feeling the desire to bring a snack to his younger brother as he knew he'd grow hungry without it since he often ate lunch after his earliest class to avoid the true lunch rush. Chase couldn't explain the urge to please, but neither could he fight it as his mind coaxed him into the fridge to gather an assortment of things after he snatched Lisa's folded shirt to deliver as well.

With a plate of chips, carrots, and chocolate covered pretzels in one hand and Lisa's shirt in the other, Chase trotted steadily up the stairs towards his sibling's bedrooms arriving first at Evan's and giving a curt knock with the shirt-holding hand.

"What is it?" Evan demanded, though at the sight of Chase, holding a plate of food in his hand and no obvious malice in his eyes Evan's voice caught in his throat with surprise blocking it in.

"I figured you'd be hungry." From the back of his mind, deep in the back where the submissive seeds were sprouting, spreading like roots through soil through Chase's mind, the word floated up and nearly kissed his conscious mind, master. It didn't escape though, and Evan silently took the plate while Chase gave a small smile and headed down the hallway.

******

"What the hell was that?" Evan said aloud, asking the walls of his room to answer his questions about his brother's changes. "Is this from the necklaces too? This is the weirdest change of all..." Evan pondered his brother's breaking point earlier during their wrestling match, "Maybe he's just feeling out of himself after that, he's most likely trying to make me happy so I don't tell everyone about that." A triumphant grin spread over the younger brother's face and he popped a chip into his mouth, crunching loudly. "Whatever the reason, I could get used to little puppy-dog Chase."

******

"What do you want?" Lisa shouted towards the hall before ambling to her doorknob where she jerked it open to the sight of Chase, wide eyed like a lost hound in the street with something held tightly in both hands.

"I found your Rock N Skull shirt." Chase murmured, a soft voice giving his entire appearance the finishing piece while he held out the shirt the show the skeleton design on the front, it's bony finger formed into three-fingered sign with the middle fingers tucked down.

A broad grin spread over Lisa's face while she scooped up the shift, carefully folded before she leaned up to ruffle Chase's hair gently, like one would do to a cute neighborhood child. "Thanks, Chase. Why don't you clean the floor next? The kitchen floor- it's dull, needs a good wax."

For a moment, conflict showed plainly in Chase's mind, like a dog who has been given two conflicting commands to stay while he's being called by another. While his mind wrestled with the two commands, one for laundry and the other for floor cleaning, Chase felt the itch in his chest grow to a burn before he weighed the difficulty of returning to laundry with the intoxicating smells versus cleaning with the chemical scent to block his enhanced nose and quickly nodded to Lisa's request.

"That's a good gi-...boy." Lisa smirked and then closed her door once again, leaving Chase to trot down the stairs once again, hips swaying idly while he made his way into the kitchen to begin the taste.

While Chase fell into the rhythm of his work with the determination and single-minded focus of a hired maid, Evan returned to his sister's room. "Lisa, this is insane. Chase isn't acting like himself at all."

Lisa lounged on her bed, wearing the freshly cleaned shirt, grinning skull and all. "That's the submissive factor coming in, once you became alpha he become the beta, beneath you. He'll have an urge to please you. It's normal in a canine hierarchy. Which is what the necklaces are based on." She gave a small shrug, "Plus, it's sorta fun having a little maid around isn't it?"

Somehow reassured by Lisa's laidback reaction, Evan felt a fresh wave of power from his change of the household hierarchy. "Hey, doesn't mom have an old apron?"

Lisa smirked at the suggestion and nodded, pointing out in the hall towards a storage closet where she knew the skirted apron hung the pink coloring dulling slightly but still a rosy shade. "I did just tell him to clean the floor, I would hate to see him get bleach or wax on his clothes..."

******

"Hey, Chase!" The sound of Evan's voice as he came down the stairs roused the elder brother's attention from its place in the storage cabinet beneath the sink where they kept the floor cleaning materials.

"Yes?" Chase's head tipped to the side slightly and Evan could imagine one ear perking up with focused attention on the question while he held out the rose-colored apron.

"I would hate to see you get any of those cleaners on your clothes..." He said, though there was more than just good intentions in his voice and the smirk that held his lips showed it, but rather than complain Chase felt his hand snatching up the apron.

"Why thank you..." He crooned before logical thought returned when Evan headed back up the stairs, humming gleefully while Chase gave a growl of annoyance towards himself. "What the hell?! A pink apron! Am I a fairy!" Despite his complaints however, both hands worked efficiently to slide the apron on and secure it at his lower back with the satin bow.

"This is humiliating..." Chase whimpered to himself, feeling his mood drag as he returned to the task of floor cleaning and his mind was left with nothing but embarrassment, Chlorox, and the persistent crawling, spreading itch of his skin as unbeknownst to him hairs had broken the surface and spread. The soft golden of the first patches of a blonde coat glimmering of his skin while he fell into the rhythm of wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off...

******

"Ohhh Chase..." Lisa sang while she skipped down the stairs, leaping over the last few and landing with a heavy thud on the floor. As she came around the corner, Chase noticed a faint coating of gray clinging to the small hairs of her wrists and black smears over the butt of her hand, leftover marks from her hobby of diablerie.

"Yes?" With the process of waxing, stopping after one's arm had fallen into the tedious cycle and gone numb enough that it no longer burned to make the waxing circles was plain stupid. Thus, even when Lisa approached Chase stayed bent over, half focussed on her and half on his work.

From the corner of the kitchen, Lisa paused at the sight of him. He was bent at the waist, lifting his earlier flat ass into the air though now it was wider and curved almost voluptuously. Lisa stared at him silently, as though shocked by the effects of her own trickery, while in fact she was taking it in, trying to memorize the sight of her brother dressed in a skirted, pink apron with a oversized satin bow in his lower back, hanging above the ripe curve of his now shapely ass. Now only that, but Lisa could see the faint start of hair growing up his legs and into the bottom hem of his boxers. For now it was only a faint dusting of golden coloring, barely noticeable like the dust covering Lisa's wrists.

While her eyes traced down his legs, inspecting the freshly sprouting hairs, Lisa noticed a dull patch surrounded by the gleam of wax, a small area that Chase had neglected. Smirking at the find, Lisa tiptoed toward Chase and pointed with one hand towards the patch. "Chase, you missed a spot!" While her other hand dropped down against the curve of his ass in a spanking. The sound of her hand meeting the left asscheek rang out in the kitchen faintly while a sudden stinging warmness spreading over his backside, still sensitive from the fall earlier- though gym class felt like a faint memory after his afternoon so far.

"W-what!?" Chase stammered, confused at the sudden action of his little sister, especially after she'd been so nice. The conflicting sides of his brain tangled for moment in his confusion. On one side of his mind, anger gurgled out of a cauldron that'd simmered for hours following the torment from his brother, boiling and boiling till it now raged at the very edge of the pot- threatening to go over. On the other however, was the soft voice of submission reminding him how to act. The conflict resulted in a deep whine from his throat followed by a confused shuffle forward and no action towards solving the actual problem she had pointed out, the spot on the floor that he'd neglected to wax.

"I said, you missed a spot!" She repeated, sterner now as she fell easily into the dominant role. Again, her hand dropped against the soft flesh of his ass, this time on the opposite cheek sending the stinging warmth over his right side while he squeaked in shock. For a moment, a growl of distaste built in the back of his throat, but a sharp thought from the bitch in his brain stopped him and instead he bent over once again and smeared the wax over the patch.

Pleased, a grin settled over Lisa's lips and she gave a curt nod of satisfaction before she turned on her heel and returned up the stairs leaving Chase alone to continue: wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off while the sun slowly sank down in the sky and night consumed the world outside.

When the moon had taken its guard high in the night sky, reflecting the sun's secondhand glow over half the world while he lazily reclined against a bed of stars, Chase at last completed his task of waxing the kitchen floor. When he stretched up into a standing position and leaned back to relieve the aching from his back, Chase felt his ass behind him swell further into a curve. While a eyebrow quirked upwards in confusion, the elder Miller swiveled on the slick floor and trotted quickly to the bathroom to study his growing behind. However, before he'd turned to point his backside to the mirror, something else caught his attention in the floor-length mirror of the small, tidy room. His legs, arms, and throat were covered with golden blonde fur that gleamed in the bright lights above the mirror. The fur seemed to ripple as his eyes dragged over it in the mirror, relatively thick over arms and legs and growing constantly down his throat and onto his chest.

"This cannot be happening..." Chase whispered, shoving his hand into the fur of his arm and curling his fingers into the fluff. Just like the fur of the Saint Bernard he'd held onto hours ago, the fur covering his arm was real, palpable in his hand. The color from Chase's cheeks rushed down away and the itching sensation of his nipples returned, igniting the fresh concern that further changes were occurring. With a quivering hand, Chase yanked the fabric upwards on his chest and squinted at the reflection.

There on his chest, nestled in small divots of the faintly yellow fur, were small pink nubs, nipples. Down his chest were three sets, each spaced evenly apart extended down the length of his downy front.

"This isn't real..." He whimpered to himself, staring at his reflection, distrusting it as thought it was a trickster who only resembled Chase's true self, but when doubtful hands dove into the soft fur of his chest and twerked the third nipple down his right side a twinge of sensation shoot outwards from the small nubile.

"This cannot be real..." Chase's face was white as a sheet of notebook paper and both eyes as round as quarters while he stared at himself, both hands dragging through the fur of his chest again as though with enough time staring at it and touching it the fur would just disappear and his hopes would be confirmed that it truly wasn't real.

However, that was not the case. Even as his fingers combed through it, the fur continued to grow, thickening in patches that it already covered and spreading out over inch by square inch of him to cover each spot of skin, almost like the wax on the kitchen floor that eventually coated the surface. The pink, pert nipples on his chest held his attention even while his hands stroked the plush fur- the small circles of white fur surrounding each creating a bullseye shape that drew his focus like an arrow.

"I have six nipples..." Chase's body started to slump with the tilt of heavy emotional strain.

"I'm never going to be normal again, this is just the beginning of the end..." Both knees wobbled and clacked in the empty space of the bathroom.

"Oh god, I'm never gonna have sex again..." Chase thought and his faced paled further. True horror coursed through him at the severity of the truth he'd spoken. "I will never again feel a vagina..I'm never getting another blowjob...Oh god..." While his mind wavered under the pressure of his physical changes, Chase waddled towards Lisa's open door in the hallway, where he gave a small knock on the frame to announce his presence before making his way inside slowly, stricken expression presented almost immediately.

At the sight of him, suffering under the full force of the transformation taking place, Lisa's voice caught in her throat with surprise. The magic she'd supplied had really been powerful enough to fully transform their brother, not just into a weaker version of himself but into another species! Logically, this would translate to mean his mind would be changing as well, developing the submissive structure of a beta dog in the hierarchy of command and being the other female Chase had seen with Evan, the alpha, she would be assumed to be the alpha female.

With a curious twinkle in both eyes and a smirk spread over her lips, Lisa slowly slid the book she held off onto the floor with a thud and lifted one foot towards her brother, stretching out the arch by extending the toes towards him while her voice oozed out, ladled heavy with dramatized discomfort. "You know...I've had such a long day...a rough day and my feet, they're just killing me. Could you take care of it?" Her voice was sickly sweet, requesting the assistance of him, of Chase, the beta.

Instantly, Chase felt his concerns about his own body, the changes, and his loss of normalcy fade to the background of his mind and the metaphorical pot that they gurgled within was moved to the back burner while Lisa's discomfort stood forefront in his mind. His first instinct was to solve the issue she'd presented, but how? As soon as the inkling of questioning had appeared the answer arrived in an instinct, an itch in his mind that forced him down onto his knees while an elongated, pink tongue unfurled from his lips and drew over the surface of her sock, oblivious to the smear of dust over the fabric of the sweat soaked into the fibers. In fact, the smallest twitch left Chase's nose while he breathed in the pungent scent of the girl, similar to the earthy scent he'd experienced while doing her laundry. Carefully, with the dull surface of his front teeth, the elder Miller boy leaned over her foot and tucked the edge of her sock, tight against her ankle, into the grip of his teeth before he pulled back and peeled the garment off. When the fabric fluttered to the ground, the rich scent of the girl's skin and sweat assaulted his sensitive nose, summoning an eager tongue between the opening of Chase's lips.

"Ohh.." Lisa gasped, tickled by the sudden sensation of her brother's saliva smearing over the base of her foot, tracing the curve of her arch while he lapped obediently, eagerly at her sole. When the fifth stroke of his tongue curled over her heel and glided upwards till it flicked into her toes, the transformation rolled over him like a tidal wave. With his last act of submission in wanting to please the girl, his human body lost its grasp in the struggle between one form and the other, gifted by the necklace, began to take over while his spine buzzed within his back. As though electricity coursed through it the bones rattled while the tip stretched outwards and forced the skin out, spreading into a fleshy starting point while the tongue against Lisa's foot began its sixth stroke and extended, growing another inch while flares of fur shot off the curl of spine and flesh that show outwards from Chase's lower back. Thick plumes of fluff branched off from the appendage, forming the signature curled tail of a Samoyed dog while Chase's eyes widened and his mind began to react once again.

"What is going on!?" He screamed, but no sound escaped his mouth except for a small, almost pleasant whimper from the taste of rich, tangy sweat beneath his tongue, gifted by the flesh of the edge of Lisa's foot where his long tongue had spread. His voice only echoed inside the space of his mind and sent the question back to him while both eyes stared up to Lisa, the only sign of Chase's human thought still bobbing within the growing flood of canine instinct.

While Lisa stared, entranced by the changes occurred, the fleshy nub of Chase's tail completed its fur coating and flopped forward over his butt in a looped curl that created a handle like shape of wispy, thick fur. While his tail settled into its natural curl, his ears were assaulted by the buzzing, the rearranging of the transformation while the tip of his ear pushed upward, both edges of his semicircle, human ear till it formed a petite triangle on the upper portion of his skull. A skull that was beginning to shrink while his body closed inwards, shrinking to half its size while the skull followed. Where Chase's nose and mouth were, centered on the lower half of his face, the skull stretched and jutted forward in a slender muzzle, covered in short, quickly growing hairs like the last minute strokes of a painter's brush to complete a scene. With the muzzle jutted forward, his ears slide up higher, to the top of the shaped head, oval with exception of the muzzle shape that was skinnier than the backside of the head and oval.

While his skull formed, Chase was inside like a prisoner banging on the metal bars of a cell to escape he rattled against the chains of disbelief that held him still misunderstanding what was happening. "Arrggghhhh! What is happening! I can't control anything! My tongue...I can't move my tongue from this! Lisa isn't doing anything, she's just staring! What is going on? What is going on! Why is this happening to me..."

Whimpering again with his inner upset, Chase's ears twitched atop his newly canine head while his body settled into its new shape, legs foreign in their structure when Chase attempted to regain control of his movement and step forward. The instant he tried to ease himself backwards a half formed paw, clawed with leathery pads beneath it against the comforter of the ped but still elongated to the size of a human foot, slipped against the fabric of the blanket and his leg crumpled under the sudden motion, slamming his knee into the bedding and dropping his face onto the cushioning of the mattress. At the clumsy display, Lisa chuckled and leaned over top of Chase's shiny, black nose. "Silly doggy, where do you think you're going? You've only done one foot..." While her voice was soft, Chase felt a sudden explosion of the noise of it in his ears, before so weak, but now amplified so that everything around seemed to be louder.

Surprised by the influx of stimuli, Chase yipped in surprise and finished his tumble backwards of the bed, landing on his back with his velveteen stomach facing up towards his sister, the small set of six nipples still visible in their divots of fur. The shirt that had stayed on when he shrunk, now looser around him, flopping upwards in a useless crumple beneath his chin. His boxers, also looser on his waist, slipped half down his legs and then tangled at the tops of either thigh.

Following the sets of nipples down like a trail, Lisa slowly found an additional piece that brought a slow, devious smirk over the girl's lips. "Oh look at that..." She mused, almost inaudibly to herself. Though Chase with his enhanced ears heard every noise she made, including the slow breath tickling out of her nose.

"Evan! Evan, get in here! You've got to see this!" Lisa shouted, the sudden explosion of volume in her voice drawing out another pained yip from the canine, sprawled still on its back on the dark, charcoal speckled dust on Lisa's floor- though the sheer shock at what had happened when he'd tried to move before kept him still now, idly twitching his nose as the new, even more enhanced sense of smell brought in new found things to sniff at, including the basket of dirty clothes that was only a mere few feet from his head. Within the basket was the same scents that he'd blown his load to in the laundry room and to re-smell them, fresher now and amplified by his twitching, coal-lump of a nose brought a faint throb through his groin, followed by a tingling warmth, but he didn't feel the embarrassing swell of a boner press and graze to his thigh as it grew nor the tip of it piercing under the waistband of his askew boxers and the realization that he didn't feel his balls awkwardly shifting within the stretched fabric of his boxers atop his thighs or shifting against him when he fell onto his back, gostling to one another birthed an epiphany within the canine/human hybrid- the reason Lisa was summoning Evan to the room had something to do with the lack of a boner swelling inside his boxers, but paralyzed by uncertainty, tangled in his own clothing, and trapped in an alien body Chase had no way to combat this.

"What do you want Lis-" Evan stopped at the doorway to her bedroom, rooted to the spot when he spotted the Samoyed dog splayed over the rug. Both front paws had flopped upwards in an "I'm innocent!" position while the hind legs strained to flop apart from each other but were held by the fabric of ratty boxers, boxers that he knew belonged to his older brother, Chase. However, this creature was not Chase. Chase did not have pointed, triangular ears covered in feathery fur atop his petite head with a thin muzzle and a gleaming black nose. Chase did not have a furred chest with a row of three nipples on either side, pink on pale yellow fur that bled into a downy white right around the nipple, like an areola of fur. Chase did not have leathery padded paws with curved, black claws poking from each short "finger". And Chase certainly did not have what peeked out of the ratty old boxers, right above the waist pant that creeped down the front of the canine's groin, dipping deeper between it's thighs, a puffy, swollen, rosy pink pussy covered by thin,white hairs that framed it like one of the gender-matching nipples of the beast's chests. "What the hell is this? Is this your form of a joke? Suggesting that this is what we did to Chase? I don't know what those necklaces were exactly but they cannot do this, this is impossible! That being Chase, that's not possible! It's not possible!"

Calmly, Lisa stepped towards her older brother, ignoring the splayed canine on the rug for now to focus her attention on Evan. "Think about it for a minute, Evan. The necklaces were magic, not fluffy fairy magic either, a tad darker than that...They were meant to make you alpha, there was a canine symbol right on it, how much more of a sign didja need? He's the beta now for sure! Tell him anything! He'll respond to a command! Do it. Try it. "

Evan glanced back at the dog again, who appeared glassy eyed and blank while the two discussed it, though inside Chase's mind was beginning to surface again and to pulse beneath the canine veil that had smothered it before. "What is going on?" Chase had wondered just in time for Evan to burst into the room and elaborate on exactly what was going on and who was at fault.

While Evan continued to discuss with Lisa, Chase fell deep into an analysis of his day starting from the first moment with the necklace, which had slipped his mind since everything started going downhill, but now came back fresh as though he'd just lifted the jewelry box off the table.

"He wanted revenge on me for stealing Lydia. Lisa was just mad because I knocked her over, that eavesdropping little bitch, or should I say witch! Apparently she's a witch too. All day, all day this necklace has been making me...making me a beta?! Evan's supposed to be better than me now?!" Anger, Chase's constant fall back plan for whenever something went wrong bubbled to the surface with a low-throated growl from his canine shape while he rolled, instinctively onto all fours and stalked one step forward towards his siblings who had reached the point in their discussion where Evan now knew about Chase's ability to follow commands.

"Stop! Chase! Sit!" Lisa barked in response, and as though a switch had been flicked in his mind, Chase felt his butt drop onto the flow, power-off on his legs, and the growl in his throat sputtered out with a thin whimper.

At the display, a predatory grin eased over Evan's lips. "Oh my...that's effective for dealing with his little..outbursts isn't it?" The Evan that had, moments before, been concerned with logic and morals, was suddenly remembering all his times as a victim of Chase's outbursts: shoved into the grass at his own birthday party because he'd claimed the first slice of birthday cake, burst onto the rocks at the Grand Canyon because he'd smiled at the only cute girl from the entire six hour family road trip, tackled because he'd attempted to speak to the new Russian chick at school... The list felt endless to Evan when he remembered one incident, another followed seamlessly like a photo spread. "I think I could get used to this, actually. Chase, roll over."

Instantly, Chase felt the surge of dominance from Evan's words and his own submission sent him onto the floor with a thud before his awkward limbs scuttled on the floor to roll him onto his back again.

"Look at that, Lisa. He's not even Chase anymore. He's not the top dog. He's the beta. I'm top dog! In fact, he's not even just beta..he's not even a he anymore. *She's the beta. She's the bitch." Evan's teeth gleamed, even in the dim light of falling evening in Lisa's room while he grinned with fiendish delight and crept over Chase's splayed out limbs, standing over top of the canine, frozen in place by the command to roll over. Although he didn't move though, Chase was very much active in his mind and a constant stream of whimpering, squealing whines escaped his lips as a constant hint at his inner complaints. "What! This is outrageous! H-he called me a bitch! I-I'm no bitch!"

"I can see it in your eyes Chase. I know you're in there, trapped aren't you? I know you're thinking its not true, you're no bitch. That's the truth isn't it? You think it's not true? You think I'm not alpha? Top dog? You still claim it don't you? Even now on your back? Helpless?" On the floor, the canine writhed as though to roll over and a flare of anger lighted in Evan's eyes, "I said roll over! That means stay rolled over until I say so, bitch!"

At the command, Chase's body went still once more and a grin encompassed the entirety of Evan's face, bringing warm dimples indenting into his cheeks as though he was delighted by the turn of events. "Now...since you're a dog and dogs don't wear clothes...we have a problem don't we?" The rhetorical question burned like a slashing across his cheek and Chase felt humiliation color the skin beneath his thick fur coating.

"Mh, yes. Quite the problem..." Evan slowly kneeled at Chase's feet and grasped the bottom of the bunched t-shirt, quickly and easily jerking it off the loop of Chase's neck before he dragged his hands down the sides of the canine's body, petting the downy fur till he hooked all ten fingers into the elastic waistband of the stretched boxers. "But don't worry...I'll solve it.."

With a quick tug, the boxers slipped off Chase's hips and another burn spread over his cheeks when he felt air kiss against the sensitive skin of his sex, spread from having both legs parted open from being on his back. Chase could feel not only the air washing against the puffy lips, but also Evan's eyes, piercing between the edge of his sex and deeper, seeing the glisten of wetness that had began when Evan took charge. Lisa's commands may have caused the same obedience, but Evan's revenge sent a whole new cropping of reactions.

At the sight of the arousal, Evan smirked broadly and looked to his sister, who watched Evan's outburst with the wide-eyed role of simple spectator. "Look at that doggy drool, sister oozing out over his *lips*." Evan smirked with his lewd jab, gesturing to where the natural lubrication was dribbling over the curve of his fleshly lower lips. One the floor, Chase squirmed with embarrassment, humiliation, and the anger that still coursed like blood through him, willing him to move from the position that showed his entire female, canine body off to his tormentors, but to no avail.

Lisa eased forward into focus with a small cough to clear her throat, "Evan, maybe now's the time to get a little serious..."

At the suggestion, Evan's smirk faded to a line across his jaw and he nodded solidly. "Right, so the thing is Chase, so far you've made our lives a living hell. You push, you shove, you steal, and most of all you don't care. Well, now we want you to care. I'll cut that necklace off and you can escape this bitch form, but I want you to keep a little part of her inside your head, telling you when to be nice. I want you to stop stealing women, in fact I want you to be my wingman. I want you to chase tail, for me. I want you to take over my chores and make my snacks, maybe even pick up my homework every once and awhile."

Lisa jumped forward, thinking to her excruciatingly boring government class, "Including my homework! You have no reason not to know it since you've already passed the classes..."

With the wave of demands, Chase's head gave a stubborn sway from side to side on the floor, with both eyes flickering with human hatred within where Chase was locked.

"Nuh uh uh, Chase. Think before you shake that big empty skull of yours. Imagine life for a second staying in that form-"

"A big, hairy bitch of a dog with that eager, needy fuck hole between your legs." Evan interjected, grinning against with his fiendish delight.

"We'll breed you. We'll stay you to shows. We'll cart you around on a pretty pink leash and groom you,tie bows in your fur, and then lift your tail to show everyone how perfect you are. You're a pure bred, we'll fill you up with a litter of puppies-"

Evan leaned in, practically foaming at the mouth to intercede. "Imagine it, Chase. A big surly Samoyed dog hunched over your waist. Imagine a red hot cock delving into the sensitive hole of yours and that knot, you've seen them haven't you? Big as a fist around shoved into that small, tender little opening down there..The one I bet is just leaking right now at the thought...."

Lisa gave a slight tremble at Evan's words, interjecting again to steer the conversation, "Is that what you want, Chase? Maybe the better question is this: do you want to take our deal?" She jerked her head towards the floor. "Tap your paw once for yes, twice for no."

Chase, trapped inside his own head, fumed with anger at their suggestions. His mind struggled to even fathom that this was something they could control, his puny siblings didn't have the guts to pull this off! His paw pounded into the ground. Once, then twice.

"Fine then." Lisa shrugged towards the dog as though she'd given up, but Evan leaned towards her and breathy whispered in her ear instead.

"If he's going to stay a dog, he won't be any good to us. We've got to change his mind. We need motivation."

Lisa grinned towards the middle sibling and then nodded, "The Stay and Train, what could he possibly like less. Mom bossing him around all day in the public park...Other dogs sniffing his butt in greeting..."

Evan adopted Lisa's pleased expression, "Oh, that's perfect." Then his voice grew louder and he turned back to Chase's attentive face, though both eyes gave a glimpse into Chase's inner anger that the submissive canine guise wasn't allowing to escape. "We're going to enlist you in the Stay and Train since you're unwilling to be a cooperative pet." As if to prove the point, Chase started to growl in the back of his throat, his vocals his main breakthrough point in circling around direct commands. "Exactly, you're troublesome, but don't worry this is just the motivation you need to become the perfect little pet..."

******

"I don't know why you have to be so stubborn, now we have to go through the trouble of training you..." Lisa was rambling to the silent, canine Chase at her side while she held the scruff of his neck and guided him along the outskirts of the house, towards the kennels in the back where they often housed dogs.

"It would have been easier for everyone.." She shrugged her free arm's shoulder and fell silent, chuckling a bit as she glimpsed Chase's tail tuck between his back legs at the sight of the metal cages, where already three of the eight housing stations were occupied.

Lisa steered them to the far edge, beside a cage holding a large rottweiler, whose nose began twitching with delight when the aromatic, wet-lipped female, Chase, approached.

"You're gonna slip right in here..." Lisa guided, pushing Chase with enough force that he trotted into the kennel, though both ears had folded back in his sudden swell of emotion: anger from the betrayal of his siblings, humiliation of having no control of how they used him now in his form, and fright at spending a night outdoors, in a cold metal cage with a brute of a dog beside him, nose pressed through the hole of metal to sniff at him.

"And here's your dinner!" Lisa chirped with a friendly flourish towards the plastic bowl on the cool concrete of the pen. For a moment she lingered, but then turned abruptly to the door of the cell and departed back towards the house, shutting the door behind her with a metallic click of the lock fall into place, leaving Chase alone with a Rottweiler eyeing him and a growl in his stomach, yet with the smallest glance at the bowl of dry dog food, disgust wrinkled his lower lip up.

"I won't eat kibble!" Chase growled to himself, though deep in his stomach a grumble rolled through his gut as if to cancel out what he'd mentally stated. On the other side of him though, the rottweiler, whose nose was twitching in reaction to Chase's bodily odor originally, now snuffled against the floor on the edge of the caging nearest to the plastic bowl of kibble flakes.

"I would rather eat..s-slugs!" Chase's bottom lip trembled at the thought of the dry clumps of processed grain and meat flavoring, though his stomach was pulsating with the strength of his hunger, forgotten until now, well past the dinner hour and creeping into the night. Beside him, the rottweiler had managed to sneak a paw beneath the cage and tug the bowl closer by its lower lip, spilling some of the tan kernels onto the concrete to scrap into his mouth with his tongue. At the sight of the other canine, snatching away his food, *his* food Chase barked loudly and leapt towards the bowl and hunched down on his hackles over the bowl, drool leaking out of the corner of his muzzle while his nose flared at the scent of the food and hunger flared upwards again.

Slowly, still imagining the comparative image of slugs crawling within a bowl, Chase drew his teeth into the bowl of dry, cardboard-flavored kernels and drew in a mouthful, crunching it between his broad canine teeth. The small balls of grain fell apart in his mouth, filling every inch of his long muzzle with the small crumbles of kibble.

While he ate, Chase inched back into the recesses of his mind, trying to imagine a different situation, a different meal, and most of all a different body...

******

"Awww what a cutie! Lisa wasn't lying about her friend's dog!" A familiar voice tickled the edge of Chase's conscience while sunlight beamed against his eyelids, prodding them open to the sight of Joanna standing above him- legs spread in a power stance while both arms outstretched towards him with a bright, pink leash while the spattering of other dogs waited, already attached to their respective leashes hooked on a small handle outside the kennel areas. "She told me I was going to be working with a stubborn beauty today, but she didn't tell me that you were a Samoyed. Such a beautiful breed." A handle gently curled into the loop of the bitch's tail and tugged lightly at it. "The tail is the best part!" A shrill laugh belted from the woman's lips at the yelp that Chase released and the sight of his butt tucking away from her, frightened by the sudden touch while his groggy mind came to consciousness.

"I didn't catch what you're name was though...I'll have to ask.." Joanna tugged on the leash and Chase felt the short pressure on his neck with a whimper of confusion while his unfamiliar legs struggled to tuck beneath him and move forward, the thin ankles wobbling weakly beneath his weight until he reached the grass of the yard and a dog pressed in on either side of him, obviously excited by the prospect of a walk. Chase's shy friend, the rottweiler quickly scooted to his backside, peering at where his tail folded tight between his thighs and hid his sex from view.

"Aww, we got a shy one.." Joanna mused, though further musing was cut off by the sound of the front door opening, both Evan and Lisa appearing with broad grins spread over their lips.

"Heya, mom! Mind if we join?" Lisa introduced while Evan trailed behind, eyeing the sight of the Samoyed he knew to be his elder brother. The sight of the canine form of his long-term tormentor with ears folded back and tail tucked tight between his legs in the packet of other dogs brought a lewd grin over his features, one that his mother read as excitement for the walk.

"Of course you can! Though, what's that lovely little lady's name?" A hand gestured back to where Chase stood, nose kissing the ground while the rottweiler closed to gap between them and a broad tongue followed the explorative nose and stroked over the short furs of Chase's thigh fur, wanting to close to gap between mouth and sex.

"Her name's Cupcake because her taste is delectable.." Lisa joked, smirking with the mildly obscene jab to the canine while a yelp escaped the blonde furred creature while the rottweiler's tongue and muzzle succeeded in pushing the protective tail aside and lap over the tender edges of the bitch's lower lips.

"Hey now! Rodney!" At his name, the large male pulled back, head down. "You didn't tell me she was a needy bitch-"

At his mother's words, something inside of Chase broke down, one of the poles of his fence of determined anger crumpled at the insulting jargon. "I'm no bitch!"

Oblivious to her canine, female son's reaction, Joanna continued undeterred. "She's been asking for it all morning, head down all subby and her sex is positively dripping. You're friend most likely dumped her with us because she's in heat."

Humiliation burned through Chase's mind at what was being said, being in heat was a dirty thing, a dirty thing experienced by dogs, female dogs. It forced the human mind within the transformed body to consider what he was inside of- the body of what was indeed a bitch and the consideration hurt.

Depressed, Chase's thoughts dimmed and fell silent to listen in on the humans chatting above him.

"Evan, you look really good, have you started taking advantage of the campus gym?" Joanna glanced at her middle child with a warm glow of maternal pride.

"Only a bit, you think it shows?" Evan lapped up the compliment, pride showing in his eyes while his vindictive core knew that Chase was there, forever listening and eager to force Chase to swallow more hurt while in the submissive canine form. "Do you think I look as good as Chase? He keeps impressing women with his strength, I'm hoping to do the same."

Jumping at the chance to soothe her son's worries and unknowing of Chase's listening in, Joanna let her thoughts roll out unfiltered. "Of course! In fact, you look better! The muscle is more natural on you...Besides, once the girls get talking to Chase, they run out of things to do once they run out of muscles to touch. I love your brother, but he just doesn't use the brain he's been given."

Chase whined at her words, embarrassed, aching shame spread through his chest while both ears wilted on his head, like flowers kept to long on the kitchen table in their vase.

Before he was insulted further, Chase felt a hand at his throat, undoing the constricting leash and releasing him into the open space of the field- only to be quickly shuffled into a constrained area populated with other canines. In place of her soft, conversational voice at the start of training session, Joanna took on a hard, commanding tone that echoed in Chase's sensitive ears. Instantly, the flow of the class began and dogs were moving through familiar sets of tricks, already taught in previous weeks. Chase however, at the sound of the first command ringing into the air and the sight of other dogs lifting their paw into the air, eager to please, stayed completely still and refused to behave like the other canines.

"I'm no lowly trick canine. I won't be bossed around and paraded around like a show queen, especially by my own mother!"

Joanna glanced at the spectating children, smirking in the face of the challenging canine. "Some bitches, "she explained, "Just don't like to behave on the first visit, especially if they are in heat. It makes them distracted by their lust and their animalistic need for dick. I know how to handle them though." She winked in a playful manner before she directed her attention towards the canines and barked out a sharp command in her curt, commanding tone. "Sit!"

Before a thought could birth in his mind, Chase felt his ass hit the soft cushion of grass beneath him while a jolt of humiliation eased into his stomach, like the butterflies of nervousness.

"Lay! Roll over!"

Before her voice even echoed, Chase threw himself into the tricks, dropping to the ground without a second thought alongside the other dogs. The submissive mistress in his mind had taken over yet again, leaving him no better than the other dogs, overpowered and outwilled by Joanna Miller, his own mother.

On the sidelines of the training session, both Evan and Lisa were weak with their giggling, spurred by the terribly amusing situation their brother was in, prancing around right on command with the other flock of dogs.

When the main session of commands petered off into individual study with certain "problem" dogs and their respective owners, Chase felt a familiar pressure low in his body, his bladder suddenly aching with the need for release. With a jolt of humiliation, Chase scanned the park for a place not populated so that he could privately release the digested kibble resting inside him from the night before.

Far off on the edge of the park, a shade of trees covered a woodsy walking path, paved but usually uninhabited from Chase's memory steering the local sluts there whenever he needed release. Now, of course, he needed a different form of relief, but the concept of privacy was the same.

Eagerly, Chase's heels kicked back and he shot across the park, feeling steady on his strange legs for the first time since he'd been transformed as he rushed through the brush of the low hanging branches and skidded to a stop on the concrete path, claws grinding into the solid turf. With a flop of his ears against the side of his head, Chase's gaze swept the area for prying eyes to what he planned to do, but none appeared and he shuffled off the path on the soft grass. However, when he squatted back, like one did when they went camping- which is what Chase silently reminded himself as he imagined the hunched position- the grass beneath his claws sunk down slightly and he wobble unsteadily. With a whine, claws scratched against the concrete path again and with a deep blush coloring the skin beneath his fur, Chase returned to the hunched position and did his business.

However, moments after he finished his business in relative privacy the burn of someone's eyes on his shoulder made the canine flinch and jump away from the pile of dung he'd produced, a rank scent already wafting upwards off it.

"What did you do!?" A harsh voice snapped at him while Joanna came into view, lips pursed and forehead wrinkled with a disapproving glare down at the Samoyed. Her hand held a leash and pointed towards him. Instinctively, Chase's head flinched towards to the ground, nose dragging against the concrete while his tail uncurled and drooped sadly.

"You can't poop on the sidewalk!" Her voice echoed out loudly, shocking a pair of half dressed teenagers tucked back in the trees. At the message she announced, Chase felt a pang of mortification shoot through his gut and a matching whine escaped while a hand roughly grabbed the scruff of his neck and pushed his head down, nose grazing the ground inches from the pile of poo.

"Do you see that? Do you *see* that! That's a bad dog! You don't poop on the sidewalk!" Loud and commanding, Joanna's voice rang through the air clear to anyone in the park, including the couple slinking out of the bushes, giggling together.

"Silly doggy, don't shit in the street!" The girl joked lewdly, buttoning her blouse with one hand while her boyfriend curled both arms around her slender waist.

"Maybe she just couldn't hold it in! Dogs aren't know for their superb logic, hon." The girl giggled and cooed appreciatively at the use of a word as big as superb while she leaned into the male's neck and pushed him back towards their hidden clearing tucked back in the woods to celebrate his vocabulary leaving Chase on the path, whimpering from the mocking of his brain power and the use of the female pronoun, something that ripped pieces from his fragile, crumbling pride.

"You got it, Cupcake?" Joanna stated once more before she released the grip on Chase's neck and pulled a pink, miniature garbage bag from a bone-shaped container on her belt. With a faint grimace, the woman scooped up the mess into the bag and tied it tightly before looping the excess bag around Chase's collar and tying it to him!

Chase gave a whimper, nose jerking away from the unpleasantly fragrant baggie at his throat. At his unpleased face, Joanna chuckled sharply. "You pooped it out, you can carry it to the trash! Come on, Cupcake!"

Just as the Joanna and Chase took a step forward, the familiar voices of the rest of their family at the park rang out behind them, inquiring what had happened. With a small shrug, Joanna explained with a gesture to the plastic bag dangling off of the dog's collar. "Cupcake decided she couldn't hold it in and the grass wasn't good enough for her."

"Silly dog, what do you think you are? A human?" Lisa teased, smirking at her older brother, Evan while their mother chuckled in a weak, oblivious way while Evan guffawed loudly- making the correct connection.

"Heh..yeah, stupid dog. You're not a human you gotta learn to shit like a dog." Evan chuckled while his hand ruffled Chase's head, making the plastic bag sway on his neck, tapping into his neck and causing him to inwardly grimace.

"Come on, kids. Let's head along the path and find a trashcan for that nasty little package...."

Head hanging in shame, accented by the pungent scent of doggy droppings inches from his nose while they made their way along the path, searching for a trash bin to deposit the thing in. Finally, when the metallic bin appeared Joanna noticed another attraction to drag Chase towards, after she removed the offensive bag from his collar though the smell linger on his fur and in his nose.

"What's this, Cupcake?" Joanna asked rhetorically to the dog trotting at her side while she guided him towards a colorful stand along the path, run by two teenagers who jumped at the sight of the pet owner.

"Good Afternoon, Ma'am!" A lanky teen stepped forward with a flourish of his hands towards the sign on the booth "Handmade pet costumes- benefit the local humane society with each purchase!" A dazzling smile appeared on the flamboyant teenager's face before he spoke again with a faint, squeaky tone in his voice. "Can I interest you in a hand sewn outfit for you beautiful little lady there! Sewn by me and Callie here!" The girl beside him waved cutely, gesturing towards a sparkling skirt with a matching set of bows for each ear, satin booties for the paws, and a oversized, glitter covered bow for the tail.

From slightly behind, Evan smirked and whispered to his sister- "Seems like someone wants to convert Chase to adopt le butt fucking..." The teenaged girl giggled at the crude joke while Chase shrunk his head down towards the path, hearing every teasing joke.

Oblivious, Joanna approached the boy. "Oh, well..for charity!" Joanna cracked a broad smile, eagerly grabbing out a bill from her back pocket while the two teenagers snatched up the pink set and fell upon Chase's canine body like an army onto the field, but instead of guns they held bows and instead of shrapnel, glitter fell through the air.

He whined. He whimpered. His ears folded back. His tail tucked between his thighs. Nonetheless, it was no use. After a brief five minute struggle, the damage had been done. Instead of only fur covering his body Chase wore a flared skirt of three layers, each a different shade of translucent pink that was dusted with glitter and edged with cheap fake gems, all in matching shades of magenta. The booties, surprisingly, had a thick leather sole that acted like a human shoe, briefly reminding Chase of his own sneakers back home, though one look at the sweet bows and the fuschia coloring destroyed the positive memory. The worse, however, were the bows on ears and tail. The ribbon was smooth, but the faint stitching on the edge that kept it fray free was itchy and rubbed into the soft flesh of his ears. The larger, oversized bow tied high on his tail was even worse, rubbing beneath the covering of the curled appendage, grazing against his puckered tailhole and brushing against his leg like a molester ghost.

At the sight, both Evan and Lisa choked on the explosion of laughter and then the sound broke from their throat, filling the air with the loud boisterous ring of laughter. "Mom! She looks ridiculous!"

One look at himself in the gleaming surface of a puddle and the discomfort from the outfit was lost to be replaced with the ridiculous sight of himself in the thing, shame making his tail droop further while Evan and Lisa continued to jab him verbally.

"It's true! She looks as gay as possible! No pride for this sidewalk-destroying canine!" Lisa giggled freely, ruffling the skirt over Chase's butt with a squeal of amused delight- the ruckus of amusement drawing more stares to peer over at Chase's outfit. The burn of eyes on him only further his humiliated.

"I look like a deranged ballerina!" Chase huffed to himself, ducking his head in shame while the teenagers who'd created the prison of glitter gleefully squealed to each other.

"Oh don't listen to them! You look so lovely little Cupcake, darling!" Joanna crooned, patting at Chase's head while the dog's tail drooped. The compliment from Joanna proved to be the first of many while Chase continued the walk back towards the training area.

"Oh you look just like a real Cupcake!"

"Don't you just look like a itty bitty fairy weary!"

"Yeah! A true fairy there!" Evan laughed loudly again, never missing the opportunity to jab at the glitter- coated outfit while Chase was strutted past dog and human alike, including friends he knew from the college.

"Hey, Evan! Is that your gay-ass brother's dog there? She sure looks like she was styled by him!" One young man questioned, jogging by with a large-breasted female who panted softly while her breasts bounced even after stopping. A breast in motion stays in motion, after all.

Once her breathing steadied she smirked, "Styled by him? I think she just raided his closet, isn't that right, Evan?"

Evan chuckled, glanced at Chase in his canine form, and smirked. "Well I wouldn't approve of gossiping in such a way, buuut I hate to lie to a lady as pretty as yourself..."

The three laughed, the sound only ringing in Chase's amplified ears while he fumed to himself, cursing the day his parents chose to have another son. "They should have aborted the damn thing, couldn't they see his horn and tails on the ultra sound?!"

The torment only worsened as Joanna jogged off towards the training center to work with the other dogs and left Chase in Evan and Lisa's care.

"What do you think, Lisa? Should we take him on a fashion walk- the campus isn't that far from here..."

Lisa, eager for the entertainment of the commentary generated by rumor and the sight of the ridiculous outfit and for further humiliation for her elder brother, grinned and nodded. "Well of course! Our little model wouldn't want us to turn down such an opportunity! She so loves showing herself off like this!"

Evan chuckled, ruffling Chase's head again as though he was a loving owner and not the vindictive, revenge- seeking mastermind that he was. And with that, they trotted off towards the college's grassy lawn with Evan and Lisa speed walking towards it and Chase tugged backwards on his leash in an attempt to slow down, to avoid visiting a place he'd know so many people, where he'd be exposed to more commentary on his current form and the rumors circulating about him.

Two humans against one canine wearing glittery, pink booties however was no true fight and against his will Chase soon strutted onto the rolling green of the college where packets of students littered it like the diamonds littered over his skirt.

"What is that *thing*?!" Someone shouted, dragging over of other athletes to inspect the dog with his foot poking against the skirt, simultaneously grazing against Chase's thigh, close enough to his sensitive sex to send a short throb through the sensitive, puffy lips hidden beneath his tail.

"She's Chase's..Can ya tell?" Evan introduced, smirking at the group who circled around the dog. "Actually, I'm looking for Chase's little group of whore-friends to introduce this beauty too. Think you know where they are?"

The jocks smirked, nodding with understanding at the term. Chase's whore-friends was the packet of girls who commonly latched onto one particular athlete at the school and acted as his personal sex slut in exchange for the popularity boost he gave them. If they got a wiff of the raunchy rumors circulating and then witnessed "evidence" such as the flamboyant outfit on "his" dog, they'd drop him like a hot potato and flee to the nearest dick. "They're in front of the pool building, most likely already searching for a replacement- you know how they work."

With a grin and a thank you, Evan led the way to the building quickly spotting the grouping of short skirts and push up bras. "Hey girls!" He called, waving in a friendly manner to summon the hoard of airheaded gigglers.

"Hey, Evan. Where's your bro-what the hell is that?" A finger jabbed Chase in his cold, black nose, poking into the nostrils before a squeal followed and a finger smeared the snot back over his face. "Ew! Seriously! What is that!?"

Evan chuckled, trying to reign in his desire to fully as possible humiliate his brother in front of the girls. "It's his dog, Isn't she a sight?"

The girl made a look of disgust, thinking back to the rumors circulating about Chase's sexuality. "Is is really true? Is he..." She lowered her voice and the cropping of four more girls behind her leaned in to hear the softly uttered word, "...gay?"

Evan leaned close, close enough to feel her breasts grazing his arm while his breath tickled her cheek. "I can't say, but you might be better off trying to ride me.." He winked playfully and giggles erupted as hands flocked to his biceps and abdominals, outlined in a tight fitting t-shirt.

"Oooh! Evan! You're bulkier than Chase was!"

"Oh baby! Aren't you right, touch his abs!"

"Don't touch his abs! I'm touching them!"

The girls playfully hissed at each other, pressing into him as they jumbled around in a flirtatious dance to displayed the feathers of the sluttiness. After a full minute of watching them around his brother, Chase's head twisted away and pushed into Lisa's thighs as dogs often did when wanting to hide. The hiding place however only further teased his throbbing pussy with the earthy scent and sent the wafting scent of pungent arousal out from the canine's sex- a scent that Evan noticed with a broad smirk.

"I think I better get going, girls. Cupcakes in heat...and well she can't control herself!" The girls all glanced at Chase's head, pushed against Lisa's thighs and giggled loudly, even pointing at him while they laughed. At the sound, Chase jerked away, but it was too late. The sound of their amusement rang in his ears, hauntingly even as he walked away.

By the time they returned to the training center, Chase was eager to return to commands and tricks in an attempt to escape the outfit and regain what shreds of his ego he could rub the glitter off of.

******

Eventually, owners arrive and collect their respective canines and Joanna regathers Chase onto his leash, leading him towards the house while she noticed the smears of grass over his golden coat from rolling in the park. "I'll have to give you a bath!" she remarked before they arrived at the kennel once again where Joanna deposited the dogs back into their respective cages, except for Chase who was led into a small building off the garage, where the bathing equipment was installed.

"This is gonna feel good for you, Cupcake. Being clean is a good feeling.." The elder woman guided the dog into an oversized metal bathtub before connecting his collar to a small bar that would keep him from leaping out. With years of familiarity with bathing canines, Joanna fell easily into the steps of the bathing process, drawing out the nozzle to wet Chase's thick fur. After hours in the park, dropping, rolling, speaking, and chasing after whatever was thrown proceeding the command to fetch, Chase was ready to relax when the warm spray of water gently pounded down the length of his back, and while the woman wetted his fur Chase's eye slid shut.

"Mmmm...I could get used to th-is!" Just as Chase relaxed beneath the steady spray of the water caressing through the thick fur of his hide, the water dropped onto the sensitive flesh of his female genitals. The spray that had before seemed gentle and relaxing beat against his swollen clitoris with a jolt of electricity down his spine, sending a yelp out from his muzzle. The sound however backfired, summoning Joanna's fingers to prod lightly at the folds of flesh.

"Is someone just sensitive today?" Joanna crooned, stroking her fingers between the two lips that protected the private place while she aimed the water between, revealing the hypersensitive flesh to the direct spray of the pinpricks of water. A deep heat swelled in Chase's groin and he felt the deep tunnel of his female sex clench in sudden arousal from the teasing touch of his cleaner, his mother. While the water sprayed over his now throbbing folds of flesh, Joanna's free hand moved to a pump bottle of shampoo which was slathered over his top and sides before a hand cupped against his belly and pumped the soap through the thinner fur there, each stroke along the length of his chest grazing her soft, soap-lubricated fingers overtop of the sensitive nubs of his pink nipples, teasing them to a full pert state that further tweaked with each trained rub of the soap down his chest.

Low from the back of his throat, Chase released a rumbling whine like a human whine that escaped when arousal inched up past the level of being ignored, however as soon as he'd fell into yet another humiliating, arousing situation the doors of the kennel swung open.

"Mother! Someone is here to see, Ch-Cupcake!"

From the doorway streams both Evan and Lisa followed by the smiling face a tall woman dressed in tall heeled boots, topped with a circle of fur around her thigh where a skirt began and led up into a white dress. "Hello, Miss Miller. I'm Lydia. Lisa informed me that you own a Samoyed dog here and I've been searching for a suitable bitch for my beloved Edward, but no one appears to have pure breeds anymore. If you'd be willing, I would love to take a look."

Joanna paused for a moment, hands dripping with water and soap while Chase stared towards the door, held still by his leash while the woman he'd been pining for walked closer, visually inspecting him with her swollen pussy lips and the pert nipples below him, covered in bubbles and dripping with water as though milk was leaking out of them, ready for pups.

"She's absolutely beautiful and very ready to be mated!" A shrill laugh left the Siberian while her hand dropped shamelessly down and dipped between the canine's lower lips once again, prodding into the sensitive opening of her pussy. Shocked, Chase jerked against the leash that held him, but did little to escape the prodding inspection from the long, slender fingers he'd imagined curled around his dick less than 24 hours earlier. Now he didn't have a chance or even a dick!

"I'll give you $9,000 in cash if I can take her to Siberia when I return, to mate with my canine. I understand this decision must take some consideration so I shall go attend to some things. Upon my return, I will want a decision. Thank you Miss Miller, Lisa.." Before the women left she leaned into Evan's sturdy chest with a warm smile, "Once I come back, perhaps you can come with me...Ever wanted to see the icy landscape of Siberia?" She gave a flirtatious, throaty purr before giggling and letting herself out into the yard, leaving Evan with a pleased, yet stupefied expression.

Silently, Joanna rinsed off the still, humiliated canine while Evan and Lisa leaned towards each other, whispering in quick discourse about what Lydia had proposed. While Joanna finished with Chase and began drying his fur with quick, practiced motions Evan and Lisa stepped forward together. "Mum? Can we take Cupcake for a bit? We've got to call..Lisa's friend and figure out what she wants to do..." Lisa produced a warm, trustworthy smile and the two soon trotted up the stairs, leading a freshly cleaned canine behind them while they mom left the house, coat over her arm to meet a new client.

******

"This is it, Chase. Or should I say, Cupcake? Decision time is upon you. This isn't just a simple thing to throw away because you're mad either, this is say yes or we'll ship you off as a prize dog to get fucked and bred and to stare at Lydia whoring around in the ice world." Evan smirked down at the dog, laying the situation out in plain words for the attentive pet.

"Same as last time, Chase. Tap once for yes, twice for no. But think before you go a-tappin'" Lisa looked down, giving him an almost sad expression as she waited to see if anger would sway her elder brother to throw away his life.

Begrudgingly, Chase's paw lifted and tapped to the ground softly, just once. Though once he'd agreed, no one lept up to cut the necklace out of his fur and free him from his transformative curse.

"Here's the thing, Chase..Before I'm going to agree to my half of the deal you're going to give me a proper blowjob. Right here. Right now. Seeing you being a subby little bitch has had quite the effect."

Chase's ears folded tight to his head and a growl rippled from his throat, but before he outright refused to service his brother the mental imagery of the bulky, canine knot of a male returned to his mind like the image of working at McDonald's inspired teens through high school, the thoughts of such an object being forced inside of him sent his ears to wilt and hang loosely atop his head while he shuffled to set his chin onto Evan's knee, excepting the command while both ears wilted onto the top of his head and his curled tail dropped down into a loose, non-aggressive stance. His legs shuffled up till he rocked back onto his haunches and sat, as though ready for a command for a trick to enact.

"That's a good girl..." Evan crooned, smirking while he dropped both hands to his jeans, unbuttoning them and releasing his already hardening cock. The tip was already shiny with pre from the thought. At the sight, Chase nearly recoiled, whimpering until the rich, musky scent from their second wrestling match wafted into his nostrils and Chase shuffled forward, almost eagerly flicking his tongue against the pink tip of his brother's dick, summoning a short gasp into the air. At the sound, Chase's ears perked slightly. Both his sense of smell and sense of hearing focused on his master, his brother.

"T-that's a good, Cupcake..." Evan smirked, though it was weak with arousal and pleasure while a hand curled atop Chase's head, cupped around an ear and holding his head against Evan's groin while Evan bucked gently forward, silently demanding more from the lengthy, canine tongue. With the younger brother's buck, Chase parts his muzzle slightly and unfurled the entire length of his pink tongue before curling it like a ribbon around the tip of his brother's flesh, leaning his muzzle over the length of his brother's cock till his black nose twitched against the musky base of his groin, breathing in the pungent scent while his mouth held the gently throbbing girth inside cradled in his tongue above the row of teeth on either side of his muzzle.

"Mmph..You like that smell don't ya, Cupcake? You like your little brother's cock in your face. I know it from the moment you jizzed on yourself during our wrestling match." Humiliation burned from the boy's words, but Chase couldn't deny what he said, especially while his tongue began a rhythm of steadily slurping against the younger teenager's dick, tasting the leaking globules of pre that leaked out of the tip and coating the skin in the gleam of saliva.

"Ah..Fuck..That's a good girl..Get me off, little bitch.." Both of Chase's cheeks flared with a red blush and his stomach curled with the weight of humiliation, but determination to return to normal brought his tongue to curl once against along the length of all 9 inches of his brother's penis before bobbing his muzzle down over the length, encompassing it in pulsating, constricting warmth while hot air puffed out over the base and the remaining inches from Chase's twitching nose.

"Ohhh....yes..Cupcake..Chase..Fuck.." Evan's fingers in his fur curled tighter and small tugs from his wrists pulled Chase's head in closer by his ears, forcing the tip of his cock down past the length of the dog's long muzzle and into the tighter, spasming length of his throat, oozing thick, off-white pre cum straight down the direct connection into his stomach, feeding the dog with spunk. Held entirely in the warmth of the dog's mouth and the steady lapping of the tongue within became too much and a low moan escaped the teenager while hands gripped Chase's head almost painfully, holding him still while the first spurt of cum exploded into his throat, filling it with the first, thick glob of sperm filled goo while the neck splashed against his jaws, spreading the taste over his tongue while Evan pulled himself back and then splattered the remaining stream over his pet's face, painting a line over Chase's muzzle and on the quivering black nose, filling it with the thick scent, clogging it with the smell of him.

"Mmpph..Good girl.." Evan panted while he leaned back slightly, breathing out in slowly panting while Lisa shuffled forward from the corner of the room she'd tucked herself into during her brothers' intimate moment. Now she moved up with a wire cutter, snapping the connection on the necklace.

However, when the thin gold chain fell off his neck Chase didn't return to his muscular self, nor did his body reform into the weaker version of himself. While his body grew, elongated, and the fur from his transformation fluttered onto the rug his ass stayed shapely, hips stayed wide, and between his legs the folds of female flesh stayed intact. The six pairs of nipples decreased to one, but the final pair were pushed out onto the mound of a rounded breast, full and plentiful while Chase at last regain his voice with the sight of himself in the full length mirror on the bedroom door, big-breasts, shapely, and with a curled tail hanging over his butt.

"What the hell!?"

Evan chuckled, smirked and then shrugged, "Well I did find a new girlfriend."