THE PERFECT PAIR

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Jockstraps** : Engaging Eli**

Just with every day at Stockton Garage and Repairs, there was next to nothing to do.

In a small town of Gauymore when people had a lot of time on their hands, maintaining car was usually something they did themselves. Everyone knew how to change a tire, everyone knew how to jump start their engine and everyone knew how to buff a dent. It was only for the _really_serious stuff that Eli Stockton was ever called on and those were rare and far between. For the hours and minutes between emergencies and services, Eli just sat in the break room on the first floor of his garage, the window open, a cigarette in his muzzle and watching daytime dramas. His only two employees, Peter and Yan, were busying themselves cleaning the garage floor. Peter, a gorilla, was on the second floor dusting the corners of the ceiling like he always did while Yan, a red panda, was scrubbing the same oil stains off the concrete that he had been trying to get rid off for the past five years.

He paid them well and that was probably why they stuck around. Admittedly, the money wasn't exactly his. It was his brother, Cameron, that brought all the dough. As the city's only lawyer, he got a lot of calls from disgruntled residents, the sheriff and even the mayor. That was where all the money was coming from. Eli was fairly sure, at this point, he was paying Peter and Yan less for their actual work and more for their company.

"Oh Amanda," pouted the dashing mustachioed star of 'Engaging the Engaging Engaged'. "You have been avoiding me for so long. What's the matter, my darling?"

Eli rolled his dull, green eyes. From a certain angle, they would have looked rather dark and almost brownish in colour. This wasn't helped by the heavy bags that had developed permanently under his eyes from years of smoking and drinking. Unlike his younger brother, he preferred to work with his paws and that kept the pounds off. Pity that his lifestyle left him looking more like a skeleton than an actual wolf. Many would call him lanky; others 'malnourished'. Doctors would call him emaciated. All of that he hid beneath his white shirt and denim overalls. His name was stitched in elegant golden letters against the breast pocket of his overalls with the words 'Stockton Garage and Repairs' emblazoned across his back.

"She's pregnant," he snarled, yellowed fangs flashing. "Moron."

On screen, the dainty otter looked longingly up at the audience from beneath her large, white, broad-rimmed hat. "Ernesto... I... I cannot bear to tell you! Please, if you love me, don't ask me again."

"She's fucking pregnant!" Eli roared. His cry immediately led into a series of ragged coughs and the all-too-familiar collection of phlegm that shot up from his lungs, collected in his throat and came shooting out of his muzzle. He turned and spat it out with surprising accuracy out the window that led into the back of the garage near the trash.

A knock came to the door of the break room which one could argue had become his 'office'. Yan, the younger of his 'assistants' poked his head in. The red panda had a pair of thick glasses and had worked with him for a few years now. Not as experienced as Peter but pretty smart. Not stereotypically smart like Eli had been raised to expect from Asians and that was probably why Yan decided to become a mechanic at the local store instead of going off to college somewhere on the west coast. Not that going to college in California would guarantee a high-paying job.

Just look at Liam, he thought miserably, the whiny layabout.

"Uh... boss?" Yan began. "We got a customer."

"Well fuck me sideways," he sighed, clapping his paws against his bony knees and rising to his feet. "What'd they want?"

"Uh..." Yan's dark eyes shifted behind him. "They want some new tires. Drove all the way here from D.C."

At the mention of the heart of the American government, the corners of Eli's lips were drawn downward by a force even greater than gravity. "Fuck me..."

Nothing else needed to be said. Their quiet town of Gauymore had recently been invaded by a bunch of assholes from Washington D.C. and had started taking over. At first, the mayor had been ecstatic. The US government was opening a branch right here in their down and was spending _millions_to do so. So much money was being injected into the town that it was touted as a sort of Renaissance for Gauymore. Then the guys started moving in.

Eli immediately didn't trust any of them. They all wore suits, droved fancy cars and were huge. Bigger than any normal man should be. It all smacked of guys who didn't know how to get their hands dirty and had so much time and money on their paws that they could spend half of it on gym memberships, supplements and steroids. None of them were real men. All those muscles didn't make for real men. Still, a customer was a customer and Eli wasn't going to turn down the first sign of business he had all day especially since it was already well past noon.

Unable to muster the strength to put on a smile, the hunched red and grey wolf padded out of his office, dragging his dirty, brown work boots across the concrete floor. Even without thinking, he had reached into the breast pocket of his overalls, pulled out a cigarette and placed it into his muzzle.

Lemurs usually weren't the types to be big, brawny or overly muscular but if anything had subverted Eli's expectations it was these guys from the government. The two ringtails perched in the waiting room of the garage were enormous. Both were well past six feet tall - putting them a foot taller than the 49 year-old wolf - and were statuesque, handsome and cut straight from a statue of Greek gods. Put simply, each one's muscles were so well-defined that even the layers of clothing that made up their suits could do nothing to hide their impressive physiques. Every crease, fold and lump was visible through the black suit jackets and slacks.

"Hey," Eli grunted gruffly, his raspy voice hiding some of the venom he held for these pretty boys. "What can I do for you fellas?"

One of the lemurs turned to him while the other was seated on the bench, nearly taking up the entire thing with his bulk. They looked like brothers given that they both had the same brown hair and same coloured eyes.

"Ah, you must be the owner." The man approached and held out a paw. "My name is Richard Lannin and this is my brother, Ralph. We're from -"

"Yeah, yeah," Eli interrupted, completely ignoring the offered paw and reaching for his pocket to retrieve a lighter. He made a show of bringing up a flame and lighting his cigarette, purposefully making sure to draw out the process to keep Lannin hanging. "So what d'ya want?"

Lannin pulled back his paw, fighting a smile. "Ah, well you see recently arrived in our car. It was a long trip from D.C. We've been hearing this wierd sound coming from our wheels." He made a claw with one paw and twisted it beside his ear. "The trip might have been a little rough on the old girl. It's not like we started with a fresh set either when we started the trip."

A glance over his shoulder just outside the garage revealed a bright red convertible that appeared to have been plucked right out of a 90's movie. It was the kind with flared tail lights, silvery edges, low clearance and a canopy that needed to be manually pulled up. Attitude just oozed out of the vehicle. Stories were likely etched into every scrape, dent and blemish on its bright, red coat.

Too bad it's own by a pair of faggots.

"That's what you get for driving a car meant for the city two thousand miles across half the country," he huffed, blowing a cloud of smoke dismissively out from the corner of his lips. If it blew into Lannin's face, so much the better.

Lannin let out a bashful laugh. "Yeah. Couldn't really take a plane. We're kind of... fidgety. Can't sit still for too long. A six hour flight would just drive us crazy."

Eli switched the cigarette from one side of his muzzle to the other. "So you decided to drive instead." The breath he took was partially because he needed his fix and partially because he couldn't believe these guys would decide to take a multi-day trip instead of driving! The cost of shipping their car across the country would be much more expensive, sure, but all that time wasted just because 'they couldn't sit still'?

These guys are fucking morons.

"That's pretty much the gist of it," sighed Lannin, offering a cheesy smile. "So if you wouldn't mind..."

"Get you new tires and maybe check if there's anything else that needs fixin'?" Eli interrupted, glancing over his shoulder at the car. "Yeah. Fine. It'll cost you. Tires ain't cheep. 'Specially out here."

"We can pay," Lannin answered with an encouraging nod. "How soon can we get her back?"

"We're closing up shop for the day. Tomorrow at the earliest. Maybe the day after. Got a lot to do. Dunno if we have the tires to spare."

They had plenty of tires to spare. No one ever needed new tires. Everything was always within a couple of miles of one another. Just having the tires rotated every six months or so would ensure that any decent driver wouldn't need to get their wheels replaced for years.

"That's fair," said the lemur with a nod. "How much do we owe you?"

As much as Eli wanted to squeeze this guy for everything he was worth, he didn't want to cross the government. So he held up a paw and said, "Ya pay on completion of th' job. If ya ain't satisfied, service is free."

Not like you've got anywhere else to go.

Lannin's features brightened. "Sure. That sounds great! Let me give you my number so you can call me when she's ready."

Eli jerked his head over his shoulder where he was sure Yan was hovering. "Yan. Take the guy's details. Pete! Bring her in."

His two assistants moved like a well-oiled machine. Even if this machine wasn't used very often, Eli made sure it was maintained. Given that they barely ever had anything to do during the day, he quizzed and tested his assistants to make sure their skills were sharp. The two moved efficiently with Yan handing the paper form to Lannin and helping him fill it out while Peter took the keys from the lemur and drove the convertible into the garage.

This job wouldn't take more than an hour or two but it would be a good opportunity to test his assistants' skills... and to alleviate some boredom. One of the many reasons why he had left a rather big time frame.

"All set, sir!" Yan exclaimed brightly. "We'll give you a call when your car is ready. Did you want me to call the sheriff?"

Lennin regarded him in surprise. "Why would you need to call the police?"

The red panda blushed beneath his fur, averting his eyes away from the huge male. "Well, Gauymore is a small place. We don't have taxis or cabs here. Definitely don't have Uber or Lyft. So the sheriff and the local police happily helps people get around if their cars break down."

"I don't want to be a bother," Lannin said with a limp-wrist wave. Eli barely contained his grunt of disgust while turning away.

"You could always just run back home," Yan joked.

"You know that?" said the lemur brightly. "That's not a bad idea."

Eli turned back slowly towards the lemur, his jaw half-open in shock and his still-lit cigarette hanging from the edges of his muzzle. Without another word, the big lemur patted Yan on the back and then left the garage. They made it to the sidewalk before they removed their large, black formal shoes and dark socks, leaving their bare-pawed. Then the two just broke out into a casual jog down the street. All three men working at Stockton's Garage and Repairs watched the two, huge muscle men run on the hot sidewalk, muzzles agape.

"Pete, how far is that rundown high school from here?" asked Eli.

"Erm... About seven miles, boss," mumbled the gorilla.

"They're gonna run that far in this fucking heat?" The wolf shook his head, waving a paw over his head dismissively like he was waving away the absurd thoughts. "Fucking morons."

Shoving his paws into his pockets, he padded back to the break room. Behind him, Peter and Yan exchanged glances.

"Don't you want us to get started on this, boss?" the gorilla asked.

"Do what you want," he grunted, seating himself back on his couch that reeked of his sweat and ash. "We're closing up shop soon."

It was just about one in the afternoon. They wouldn't be closing until five. He didn't feel like touching those two psychos' car until tomorrow anyway. His assistants-slash-employees understood his mood and returned to cleaning. His show had ended by then but there would be a rerun in a couple of hours. Being out here in the middle of nowhere meant there were few decent channels they got and those that were just reran their programming over and over again because, really, who would bother to come up with original programming for 500 desert-dwelling nobodies who spent their days whittling away the days until they died.

Nothing good ever happened in Gauymore. Those that were lucky would get out.

One of the reasons why he held a strong dislike and held heavy disappointment in his nephew, Liam. Cameron had spent so_much money to send that spoiled kid off to college in California of all places - one of _the most expensive places to live in the US - and he decided to just come back to this dust bowl dump.

Fucking moron.

At about 4:30 in the afternoon, Eli had enough.

"Boys, close up shop!" he bellowed, putting another cigarette into his muzzle.

Peter and Yan didn't argue and began closing procedures. They were so good at it that in ten minutes, they were rolling down the garage doors and locking up. They all crammed into Eli's rusty, lime-green car. There had to be some irony in the fact that the owner of the only garage in town just had a shitty bomb for a car. One of these days, Eli would set aside time to soup up his car. Maybe if the town saw that he wasn't driving around in something that could barely be considered a vehicle, he'd get more business in.

But 'Stockton Garage, Repairs and Body Shop' just sounded weird to him.

And did he really need the business? How much would he even earn and what would he spend it on? Not like he would ever go anywhere or do anything with that money.

Fucking moron.

He drove Yan and Peter to their homes. It was only a short fifteen minute drive and anything to keep him from the judgemental whining of his nephew and disproving sighs of his brother was a welcome reprieve. Hopefully Cameron wouldn't be home by the time he arrived. His 'successful' brother had been rather busy ever since the government moved in. People were complaining and filing lawsuits for 'indecent exposure' or trying to get the men out of the old high school because it was a 'cultural heritage'. Maybe they were all just bored.

Like Eli.

"See you in the morning, boss," Peter said.

"It's fucking Saturday, Pete," he grumbled. "We don't open until one."

The gorilla visibly deflated. "Oh... Right."

With that, he drove off back home, taking the long way so that it looked like he finished up on time instead of early.

Another fifteen minutes later, Eli sighed as he brought up his rusty, lime-green car up to the garage of his single storey home. It was the same house he had grown up in. All the construction workers had moved out of town because there really wasn't any ambition to build anything in Gauymore anymore. Even renovations were a stretch so the awful, bleached, sky-blue walls of the same house that had stood for over five decades sat in the same place it always had, holding the same family as it did when it was first built. Shingles on the roof were missing, some paint was peeling away and the windows were covered in dust and cobwebs.

It surprised him that the front lawn was actually mowed for once. Since it was the middle of summer, neither he, Cameron or his nephew had been inclined to take the mower out and cut the grass. But today, it was actually trimmed down. Liam had likely mowed it.

Aw shit... He didn't get the job and probably needed something to distract him. Must've been pretty fucking bad.

His brother, Cameron, clearly wasn't home since he didn't see the awful banana-yellow two-person car there. That left the task of comforting his nephew to him. His nephew's new, red electric car was there though. He always hated electric cars. For his entire career as a mechanic, he had built and repaired cars that used goddamn gas. These 'sustainable vehicles' would put him out of business. Maybe Liam would like lecturing him about his smoking habits and his ancient car. That always seemed to fill the squirt with an inflated sense of entitlement and superiority.

After the boredom of the day, though, he would welcome a lecture about 'expanding his horizons' from his scrawny, preachy nephew. First, he needed a smoke. It always calmed him down. He plucked a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it up, his window rolled down. After a good ten minutes, he tossed the butt out the window - hopefully where his nephew wouldn't see - and stepped out. No need to lock the damn thing. No one ever really stole anything in Gauymore and it wasn't like his car was worth stealing in the first place.

With a sigh that led to a series of coughs, Eli padded up to the wooden door, slotted the key into the keyhole and pushed.

"Yo! Liam!" he bellowed. "You home?"

A deep rumble came from the kitchen. Though it sounded off, it was distinctly Liam's. He had been on the receiving end of whiny lectures from the California college graduate enough times that the grating voice had been engraved into his memory no matter how much it had been altered.

Maybe his balls finally fucking dropped, he mused bitterly.

He entered the kitchen and immediately jumped back in horror.

"What the fuck!?" he cried.

Standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes that seemed much to small for his enormous paws, was a hulk of a wolf. Though he was a mountain of muscle, when that head turned to grin, there was no mistaking that it was his nephew, Liam Stockton.

"Hey Uncle Eli. Welcome home. Just getting dinner ready. Have a seat. You want a beer?"

Eli shook his head. Then rubbed his eyes. Then pinched himself.

He wasn't dreaming.

That was really his nephew.

"L - L - Liam?" he rasped. "What the fuck happened to you!?"

Liam beamed and turned fully towards him, revealing the huge chest that was barely contained by a white single. His nephew lifted one massive arm, veins popping all over its length as he flexed.

"We got the job."

The 'job'... As in the government job.

A myriad of emotions came swirling up from within Eli and alongside them were a flurry of questions.

The first was horror. What had they done to his nephew? What kind of government agency was running that place? What terrible plans did they have for the rest of the town? Was there any way to reverse it?

Then there came disgust. How the fuck was he moving if his muscles were so big? Why did he have to wear such a skimpy outfit?

Last came a feeling that he hated but couldn't help. Jealousy. Why did the kid get to be that big? What had Liam done to deserve getting this growth? Who had decided that the skinny, unemployed, college runaway would get to be a hulk amongst wolves?

All of that coalesced into a the next words that came out of his muzzle.

"Liam, this isn't natural. When you left this house, you were... You were this high!" He held up his paw flat against his shoulder. "Now... Now you're -"

Seven fucking feet tall!

"Awesome," Liam finished, grinning broadly, flexing his other arm, giving him an incredibly double-bicep pose that spread his broad lats as well. "Never felt better!"

Something was wrong with Liam. The kid was college-educated. Every day, he would come home to the pup spouting some pseudo-intelligent, new-age, hipster babble about the environment and his smoking habits. Now he was talking like a meat-head with short, choppy sentences and a voice so deep that it could move mountains. "What would yer dad say about this?"

"Probably wanna know how to get this jacked!" Liam curled both his arms behind his head, showing more of his lats and chest while thrusting his hips forward lewdly. That forced Eli to glance at the pup's crotch and the black jockstrap that served as the only garment that covered the groin.

"No," Eli grimaced, turning away, holding up a paw to block his view of his relative's nether regions. "He'd be demandin' to know who did this to you and how he can sue the shit out of them. What th' fuck happened!?"

The wolf just shrugged his broad shoulders, the straps of his singlet nearly vanishing between the creases of his deltoids and traps. "Went for a job interview. Got hired and went through some orientation."

"An' they made ya this..." Eli gestured at Liam, his fingers pointing from his enormous bare feet to his head which looked about to be swallowed by his shoulders. "... this big?"

"Big, strong and ripped!" Liam turned around, pulling his arms back up into a curl with one leg raised, showing off every muscle across his back and his hamstrings. The singlet looked about ready to disappear into the hard valleys of his back. "You wanna touch them, Uncle Eli?"

Eli immediately backed away, his paws up. "Hell no!"

The pup lowered his arms heavily, turning back towards him with a disappointed groan. "Aww, really? You sure? You want a different pose?"

"No! Jus'..." He took a step away, trying not to look at the enormous wolf in front of him with jealousy. "... Maybe later, okay?"

The doorbell rang. A wave of relief washed over him. That was probably Cameron. When he saw his son in such a state, maybe Eli wouldn't feel like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding eighteen wheeler. Two average sized wolves - in Cameron's case, a slightly obese one - could be big enough to to at least stand their ground against the beast in the kitchen.

"I'll be right back." Still with his paws up, he backed away from Liam like he was trying to keep a caged animal calm and away from him. "You stay here."

"Sure thing, Uncle Eli." Liam turned back towards the stove, his tail swishing over his very exposed bubble butt. "Just gonna check on dinner. Should be ready soon."

Holding a breath he didn't want to release in Liam's presence lest he show any signs of weakness, he turned and headed towards the door. So many questions swirled around his head and it left him feeling somewhat disgusted at himself that he was actually jealous of just how big and good looking Liam had become.

That _'s not a real man,_ he reminded himself. It's all fake. I bet it's all plastic!

So preoccupied with his mental ranting, Eli didn't realise one fundamental flaw in his hope that Cameron was at the door; if that really was his brother, he wouldn't ring the doorbell. When he pulled open the door, he momentarily thought night had already fallen because everything went dark. It took him a second to realise that he was staring at a huge mound of striped muscle.

"You must be Eli Stockton," greeted the enormous tiger with mismatch-coloured eyes. The second beast was only dressed in a white collared shirt and had a grey suit jacket that matched his slacks slung over his shoulder, one paw clutching it by its collar. That kept his arm bent, revealing the thick muscles bunched beneath the white sleeve that somehow remained intact despite the bicep alone being bigger than Eli's head. With his other paw, the tiger gestured at himself. "Dominic Hawkson. We work with your nephew. Liam said we should stop by and introduce ourselves."

"W - Work?" stammered Eli. "With Liam?"

Jesus, they're everywhere!

"Yessir. Met him today." He looked past Eli and lifted that free paw. "Hey Liam! Looking good, man!"

Eli turned around to find his nephew having emerged from the kitchen. His cheeks burned in embarrassment at the thought that a blood relative was greeting a near-complete stranger in little more than a singlet and a jockstrap. A government official no less.

"Hey bro!" Liam said with a bright grin, his strangely perfect white fangs flashing. "Come on in! Dinner is about ready."

"No!" shouted Eli. Realising how that must have sounded he quickly held up his paws. "The house is a mess. We need to clean up."

Liam, the coppery red titan, waved a paw at him dismissively. "Naw, we got all that done before you got home, Uncle Eli. We even moved the lawn!"

There was no denying that and there was no stopping Liam from inviting Dominic in. Not that he could stop the two giants. Eli was just forced to step aside as the two engaged in a rather protracted hug. Liam's paws were suspiciously low down Dominic's back and the tiger's nose was buried a bit too far into the wolf's, corded neck.

Not that I care...

Eli coughed and turned away. "I'm just gonna make a call."

He padded away from the doorway and could swear he caught the two monstrous men exchanging knowing glances. Backup was needed more than ever. Something weird was going on in this town and he was damn sure that it had taken his nephew. It all had something to do with that 'government agency' that moved into the old high school. Plucking his seven-year-old phone from his pocket, he quickly hit the number for Cameron's office.

Cameron had one assistant - the town was too small for than one - and he was usually a stickler for punctuality. It was a good thing Eli had his direct mobile. So he picked up on the second ring.

"Hello,_Stockton Law Office. _How may I help you?"

Ever punctual, ever polite. Cameron could have been plucked from colonial times or could be the poster boy for the 'Southern Gentleman'.

"Cam, it's me," rasped Eli. Trying to lower his voice to a whisper made his throat scratchy and his voice hoarse. "We've got a problem."

"Eli," sighed his brother. "If you need more money for the garage, just take it out of the account. Just don't cause us to overdraw. Or is that the issue? What happened?"

"It's not financial!" he snapped sharply. "Or maybe it is! I dun know!"

"What are you talking about, Eli?" Despite being the younger brother, Cameron had always held an air of authority about him that tended to make Eli feel like_he_ was the runt of the litter. "Can this wait? I'm very busy."

"No it can't, Cam. It's an emergency!"

Another sigh from the other end. "Eli, your definition of 'emergency' is your shows being taken off air because of a busted dish. I'm sure whatever it is can wait until I get home." A third weary sigh escaped his brother. "Which might not be until tomorrow afternoon. The mayor is hounding me about the new government agents that moved in. People are complaining about them and he's worried his reelection bid might not end well given how he was the one that let them in."

"That's what I wanted ta talk to ya about. Liam -"

"I'm going to have to stop you there, Eli. I've very busy here. Talk to you when I get home. Goodbye."

And he hung up.

"Fuck..."

A paw gently gripped his shoulder, making him freeze. Liam's lips hovered uncomfortably close to his ear, the now taller, bigger wolf having to lean down to reach it. "Time for dinner, Uncle Eli."

As those words left Liam's muzzle and drifted into his ears, the pup's paw slipped from his shoulder and gently draped across his chest. The other gently gripped his waist. It wasn't a submission hold or in any way restricting but every inch in Eli's body had him take the 'flight' option of his fight-or-flight instincts. He decided to obey and immediately slipped away from Liam's paws, facing the bigger predator because he had to keep his eyes on the guy that was going to eat him; that was just survival 101.

"O - Okay," he stammered. "Lead the way."

Liam, oblivious to his uncle's stuttering, beamed brightly and padded over to the dining room, his huge bare paws and weight causing the floorboards to creak with every step.

Taking a deep breath, Eli tried to curb his roiling emotions.

Approach this like you _'re trying to fix a car,_ he told himself. One step at a time. If it's not one thing, move on to something else.

He needed a cigarette but Cameron was strict about no smoking in the house. Maybe if there was something left of Liam in there, it'd come out if he saw his uncle smoking but Eli wasn't going to tempt fate especially when it came to a wolf who had to at least be three-hundred pounds of pure, cut muscle.

Pure, cut muscle.

Jealousy reared its ugly head again but he pushed it down with every step towards the dining room. The plates were set up with a huge helping of spaghetti that could arguably called 'Pasta Hill' topped with a massive meatballs, each the size of a baseball, and a lot of pasta sauce. No one could rightly finish all that in one helping. Yet as he sat down, mumbled thanks to Liam, both his nephew and his 'partner' immediately dug in; no cutlery used. He jerked his head back in surprise, lifting his paws lightly to defend himself from flying debris, as the two huge men tore into their meal with their bare paws. This was not some accidental, spur-or-the-moment instinct brought on by hunger either. Liam had purposefully left him with cutlery while a spoon and knife were absent from the other plates.

Eli looked down at his plate. Feeling the eyes of his nephew on him, he speared a meatball with his fork, cutting it down the middle. It was firm yet juicy. Likely a side-effect from the fact that it was so big; the moisture could be retained inside. He had to cut the meatball several more times before he could finally pierce a piece and grab some spaghetti alongside it, twirling the pasta around his fork before lifting it to his muzzle. It was good. Couldn't go wrong with spaghetti though something in his mind warned him that this was probably laced with whatever had made his nephew into such a huge... what was the word...? A jock. His nephew became a jock.

"So..." he coughed. "... what are you gonna do at... uh... at work, Liam?"

Liam's ears perked up and he smiled even though his muzzle and fingers were still dripping with pasta sauce. The pup might as well have been gorging himself on a corpse with how savage he looked. The grin he offered didn't help matters.

"We're still in training," answered Liam, gesturing to himself and Dominic. "But we're partners so we get to work through it together. Dom's dad is our supervisor and he's going to show us the ropes."

"Just so you know," Dominic said, a knowing smile on his muzzle. "Dad rides us pretty hard."

The same smirk touched Liam's lips and he waggled his eyebrows at the hunk of a tiger. "Bet he does."

"Your own dad is your boss?" asked Eli. "Isn't there some... I dunno... conflict of interest there or something?"

Paw still dripping with sauce, Dominic waved his concerns away. "Naw. The Department doesn't care about that. In fact, they encourage families to work together. Makes us more productive."

Liam snickered at some inside joke before turning towards Eli. "You should join too, Uncle Eli. They've got this sweet garage there. Used to be the metal workshop for the high school but they expanded it a lot. They don't just fix cars there too. They soup them up." He gestured at Eli, flicking a bit of sauce at the older, nicotine-dependent wolf. "You were thinking about doing some body work, weren't you? Turn the garage into a body shop too?"

Thinking about it but never got around to implementing it. Too much money was required and he had little of it as is.

Why did you have to bring that up?

"It's just something I was thinkin' about," mumbled Eli, diverting his attention to his meal. "Don't think I was ever gonna do anythin' about it."

"You might want to reconsider," Dominic said. "If you sign up with us, you'll get a really heft government stipend to improve your garage. The workshop at the high school is good and all but it doesn't have the experience and equipment you do. We'd help you build it up."

Suspicion was creeping up in his chest. Something could not be gained from nothing. "And what would you get out of it?"

"The Department wants to build up Gauymore to become a powerhouse in the region," explained Liam cheerily. "Make it the next major city. There are a tonne of small towns like ours that could be way bigger if we just modernise it!"

Eli snorted derisively and jammed his fork into the meatball pieces. How it managed to stay upright and erect was a mystery. "Modernise it, eh? Then what? After a while you leave me alone to get swallowed by my competitors? Fuck that."

"You got it all wrong, Uncle Eli." The pup reached over, easily able to stretch his brawny arm across the table to grasp Eli's shoulder. "They're going to take care of us. They're giving us these jobs because they'll be training us in them. They're investing in us."

"I already have a job. I'm damn good at it."

"But couldn't you be better?" Before Eli could respond, Liam pulled his paw away. "Just think about it, Uncle. Pretty soon, there will be a lot of trucks and people coming in and out of Gauymore. You're gonna need the extra stamina to be able to keep up with them." Of course, Liam flexed his bicep to put emphasis on the need for 'stamina'.

As much as he wanted to roll his eyes, Eli felt that pang of jealousy bubble up in his stomach again. Was he being stupid rejecting such a sweet offer? He had always used money as an excuse not to expand the shop or his skills. Now that someone was offering to sponsor him to be better, what was really stopping him? Was it some 'principles' against working for the government? Was he scared to end up being big and muscular like Liam?

Don't I want to be that big? Isn't that why I'm jealous?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed that Liam and Dominic had finished their meals. Startled by their sudden movements, he looked from his plate of increasingly cooling pasta to their cleaned plates. Bigger bodies obviously meant bigger appetites and clearly, those two had very big appetites.

"We're just going to go out back and do a bit of a workout, okay Uncle Eli?" Liam said, hiking a thumb over his shoulder.

"Really?" Eli responded. "Aren't you meant to wait an hour or something after eating?"

"That's swimming. Besides, we're good." Liam turned towards his partner with a bright grin. "Right Dom?"

Dominic winked back. "Definitely. Feel free to join us, Mr. Stockton."

The two mountains of muscles were moving a second later, heading towards the back of the house where the small backyard stood. Eli sighed and picked at his food, wondering if he was just being irrational. All the signs were pointing him to take this offer. It was a good offer. Though no details were provided, he would get the opportunity to expand his shop and maybe alleviate the boredom that had been plaguing his day-to-day. Maybe he would finally be able to stop relying on his brother for funds and actually _pay_Peter and Yan.

So what's holding me back?

His appetite was spoiled with the indecision or maybe it was the acid building in his stomach. It had already been half an hour since the meal started. Fifteen minutes or so since Liam and Dominic had left. Leaving the plate unattended for the moment, he padded over towards the rear door, gazing out of the small window in the backyard door covered in a thin wire mesh. Surprise struck him for two reasons.

The first was that the backyard patio had been organised and cleaned. There used to be tools and old boxes littering the near-grey patio since this house had been passed down from two generations and his parents had been hoarders. The next was - like the front yard - the backyard's lawn had been mowed. How Liam had managed to mow both the front and back lawns and organise the patio was beyond him.

Maybe there's something about him having more 'stamina'.

Beyond the patio, backs to the lawn, were the two men doing crunches with their impressive physiques already glistening with sweat. They made those movements so ridiculously easily that, again, Eli was hit by that pang of jealousy. Every part of their body was covered in their a thick layer of muscle that it was like they were wearing a suit of anatomically correct armour. These were a pair of warriors. Real men.

Eli shook his head of that thought.

They weren't real men. There was no way his nephew could be that hulk. Maybe the guy was some government agent who just so happened to have similar facial features to Liam. Were they just swapping people out with beefier dopplegangers? Did Liam find out something during his interview and was subsequently replaced to keep him quiet?

Wouldn't surprise me. That boy is the nosy kind.

Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Dominic had spotted him spying on them from the doorway and was waving him over. There was no way to remain a silent observer. Pride kept him from slinking away with his tail between his legs. Throat dry and pretending to cough, he emerged into the backyard. One paw was already at the breast pocket of his overalls to reach for a cigarette. Stress had already gotten to him and he was lighting it before he remembered this could trigger his environmentalist of a nephew. Not to mention 'Liam' was probably a health nut now. But it was too late.

He had committed and he really needed a puff.

The breath he took was partially to take in that sweet nicotine and partially to brace himself for two muscle men charging at him and berating him about his smoking habits. Strangely, neither of them said or did anything but continued with their workout.

That can't be my nephew.

"Okay," he growled, stepped and placing himself just at the edge of the patio. "You can't be Liam."

His 'nephew' performed one last situp, draping his huge arms over his knees and beaming at him. "What do you mean, Uncle Eli?"

He pulled the cigarette from his muzzle, waving it through the air angrily as he spoke. "My Liam would have immediately shot into a fucking rant about how I was polluting the air and my lungs with this shit! He would have commented on how it was turning my fang yellow, rotting away my claws and making me lose my hair!" With the last comment, he gestured at the receding hairline of dirty blonde hair that gave him the appearance of having a rather large forehead. "You're not Liam! Who the fuck are you!?"

The huge, coppery-red wolf kept that annoying, shit-eating grin and stood. Too proud to retreat, Eli held his ground as the titan padded over to him, body glistening in the fading sunlight.

"Uncle, it's us. Really. Just got a new perspective, is all." The hunk shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, smoking won't matter in the end."

The real Liam would never have said that. "Now what the fuck do you mean?" he growled back.

'Liam' rested a paw on his shoulders, squeezing tightly. "The reason we kept trying to get you to stop smoking is because we cared about you, Uncle Eli." Liam's ears folded back a little, his eyes drifting away. "Mom got taken away from us too early. You're the only other family there is apart from dad and it'd be horrible if you died because of lung cancer."

Eli's defences softened a little. "Really? Thought you were just being a liberal whack-job because of the years you spent in California."

"Wouldn't have come back if that were the case, right?" He pulled Eli close, resting the older wolf's head against his enormous pectorals. "We love you. Just didn't want to lose you."

And he softened all the more. Maybe this wasn't his 'Liam' but he was certainly one that was more bearable. "Fine," he huffed softly. "I'll buy that, I guess." He tried to push himself away, setting his paws against Liam's chest only to stop because he wasn't quite sure what muscle he was holding onto. It was so hard and firm, sloping upwards from Liam's flank all the way towards his armpits. It was the pup's lats and they were like bowling balls. Before he could stop himself, he was following the crescent-like curve all the way to Liam's armpits and felt a bit of sweat drip onto his fingers.

Damn he's huge now.

"Hey," Liam began, pulling Eli back from his revere. "Why don't we go down and watch your favourite drama? Engaging the Engaging Engaged?"

He pulled his head back in surprise. "You hate that show."

"Used to." His nephew and the monster currently hugging him tapped the side of his head with a paw. This opened a window for Eli to slowly but albeit reluctantly to slip away. "New perspective, remember? Might actually like it now."

Might not be the real Liam but damn he's way better.

"Sure. Let me just finish this," he answered, gesturing at his cigarette.

It only took him a few more minutes breathe the smoke stick down to the orange filter. His nephew remained by his side, arm around his shoulders while they watched Dominic continue his workout - having switched to push-ups. Eli found himself quite comfortable against the thick biceps and meaty forearms resting against the back of his neck; like a meaty, vascular pillow. Though he was still slightly uncomfortable with the intimate contact which caused a little bit of faint prickling in the back of his neck, he appreciated the intimacy. No one had ever touched him or showed this kind of affection to him before. Not since his parents died.

As he finished his cigarette and threw it in the ashtray sitting on the patio table, he marvelled once more at Liam's muscular form. The red wolf moved with a straight back and had to enter the house one shoulder at a time, even ducking a little as he passed the door frame. Maybe he could never be that big but he felt a renewed sense of pride that someone in this family had actually turned out to be such a handsome, powerful male. A real man.

"What about your buddy?" he asked, entering the house beside Liam.

"He's still got the rest of his workout to do. Let's just spend some time together."

That sent his heart melting and warming over to this new Liam. Maybe he could even get the pup to help him around the garage from time to time.

Suddenly, the idea of getting help from the government to upgrade his shop and skills didn't seem so bad.

They headed over to the lounge room which now seemed so much more crowded that the hulking Liam was there. They sat down the saggy, brown couch with his nephew taking up two of the three seats and encroaching onto the third. With such wide legs and an impressive package just barely hidden by that jockstrap, Liam had to do a bit of 'manspreading'. Eli was a little squashed against the armrest but that was alleviated with Liam draping an arm over the back of the couch, allowing him the lean back and sit a bit more comfortably.

They switched on the old TV and flicked to his favourite channel. It was about that time that Engaging the Engaging Engaged was having it's nightly rerun which would soon be followed by a new episode. The cheesy melodrama went through its usual formula of spending the first five minutes recapping what had happened in the previous episode before picking up where the cliffhanger left off. Eli was barely paying attention. He had already watched this the previous night and again this afternoon with the reruns. The channels that Gauymore got really didn't have much to fill their programming schedules.

Liam suddenly set out a little laugh.

"What's that for?" Eli asked.

The big pup shrugged his huge shoulders. "Aw, just funny how this is basically a social commentary on how geopolitical issues can affect people's lives." He gestured with a paw at the screen. "Amanda and Ernesto share a fence but because Amanda is technically in one district as oppose to another, their love is 'forbidden'." He grimaced and waved a paw absently through the air. "Sorry, Uncle Eli. Just being a 'typical California college graduate', you know."

One screen, Amanda swooned in the presence of Ernesto.

"Oh Ernesto, you must know. We mustn't see each other like this. It is forbidden."

"Every moment we spend together is sweet and I cherish every one but the danger of it all makes it just so spicy."

"Oooh Ernesto..."

A small smile tugged at Eli's muzzle.

God the lines are cheesy.

But the words from Liam gave him a bit more comfort. They came from the Liam he knew. Maybe the pup was somewhere in there after all; just... enlightened. "Okay, something's been botherin' me," he confessed. Reaching over his shoulder, he grabbed Liam's forearm and gave it a light shake. "How did you get this big?"

"Jealous?" teased Liam, holding up his other arm and flexing it.

Time to be honest with himself.

"A little, yeah."

There was a strange, predatory glint in Liam's eyes and he could swear there was a flicker of something black in the corners of the pup's eyes. "You wanna get this big, Uncle Eli?"

"Depends," Eli responded, holding onto his pride. "Does it mean I'd have to bend over backwards for the government?"

The huge pup snickered. "You have no idea how right you are." The titan held up a paw. "Can't tell you about it, tough."

"Why not? We're family, right?"

"Yeah but it's our job. Just got it today too. Don't want to get fired."

That was a fair point. Clearly this job had some great health benefits.

"Of course if you were to think about signing up..." teased the massive wolf, a coy smirk on his lips.

Eli rolled his eyes. "You sound like a fucking salesman. What? You get a commission for getting people to sign up to your program or something?" He held up his paws in surrender. "Just tell me, okay? It's killin' me an' I'm sure your old man will have something to say 'bout your transformation. You'll want me on yer side."

Liam beamed, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth. "Okay, Uncle Eli. But you gotta know something first." The wolf turned fully to him, the programming on the TV completely forgotten. "If we tell you about this, you're putting one foot through the door. You can back out any time you want but, fair warning, it's pretty fucking hard to say 'no' afterwards. You've got to really want this."

On the screen, ignored by the two, the protagonists were at a crossroads themselves.

"I have so much to lose," Amanda sighed. "If anyone ever found out..."

Ernesto seized her shoulders. "But all that is nothing compared to what you would gain. Think about it, Mi amor_._"

As with all things concerning the government, it was a do-or-die situation. Eli wasn't sure what he expected but clearly whatever it is, Liam was bound to secrecy and he couldn't tell anyone about it unless they signed up for the secret too. Though as Eli appraised his nephew's physique, he had to wonder to himself: would that be so bad?

"Fine," he concluded. "I'm in."

"Great," Liam answered, beaming. "Touch our pecs."

The older wolf with the receding hairline raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Yer kidding."

"Nope," answered his nephew, popping his jaw at the 'p'. "Touch our pecs, Uncle Eli. Feel just how big and strong they are."

Eli rolled his eyes again, expecting some massive joke to come out of this. Despite these reservations, his paws were already rising. His pawpads were on Liam's chest muscles before he knew what he was doing. Pulling away would have been wise. The obligation to 'touch his pecs' had been fulfilled. Now he could pull away. But there was a faint prickling sensation in the back of his mind that was eating away that the cynic.

"Okay," he sighed. "They are impressive."

Liam waggled his eyebrows playfully. "Think that's impressive?" The pup bounced his left pectoral. Then his right. Then both of them at the same time to some unheard rhythm. Eli found his muzzle going dry as his paws were forced to skip up and down with the bouncing muscles. With each motion, he could see and feel the striations against the young wolf's white chest fur. The constant movement was causing his paws to go numb. He could still feel the hard muscles constantly tensing and flexing beneath his fingers but he could no longer move his paws.

Not that he wanted to.

On the TV, Amanda and Ernesto were passionately kissing, passionate grunts rising from them both.

"Oh... this can't be happening," Amanda moaned.

"But it is, my love."

Eli's mind was swirling with similar thoughts.

Fuck... Am I feeling up my own nephew_? This is wrong!_

But was it wrong? Clearly Liam was proud of his appearance. It wasn't like he was doing anything forbidden.

With that thought, his paws began caressing the muscles in front of him. He was still floored that each pectoral was at least twice as big as his paw. So immense and so juicy. Watching them move was a mesmerising delight. It even looked like they were getting bigger and bigger with each bounce. Only when a soft tickling touched his nostrils did he realise that they weren't getting bigger; he had leaned in closer to them. Enough that Liam's chest fur was brushing up against his lips.

Okay. Now this is wrong! I'm so close!

Why was it wrong, though? He wasn't doing anything. Just... going in for a closer look.

Yeah... I mean, these muscles need to be examined closer. They need to be worshiped.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered.

"Sure," rumbled Liam with a smirk, momentarily abandoning his display and reaching for the hem of his singlet. The cream and red wolf removed the singlet in one easy movement, a practised gesture that spoke of how the pup was more comfortable being in just that black jockstrap than anything else.

A chill ran down from the back of Eli's head where that fuzzy feeling originated and down his spine. He didn't even notice that his cock was rock hard in his overalls until he was back to massaging Eli's chest and he wished he had a third paw to help him down there.

I can't be getting hard at this! I'm straight! I've fucked so many girls when I was young!

And he hadn't fucked anyone since. He was long overdue.

But he's my nephew!

And that was what made it so hot. Just like on Engaging the Engaging Engaged; the fact that he was here, in the privacy of his own home, with the forbidden fruit so close made the act all the more tempting. Another wave of chills ran down his spine, weakening his resolve and relaxing his back muscles. The sudden lack of strength caused him to dip forward, his lips gravitating towards his nephew's perky, pink nipples. His lips found purchase on the diamond-hard nubs.

A shrill cry from the screen brought Eli back from his hypnotic haze for a moment.

"Ah!"_Amanda cried. _"Right there. Yes! Yes!"

Oh fuck! What am I doing!?

"Urf..." moaned Liam, one big paw rising up to clasp the back of Eli's head. "... that feels so fucking good, Uncle Eli."

I... I guess I'm making my nephew feel good.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

His tongue snaked out, gently lapping at the nub between his lips. Liam's pectoral instinctively tensed beneath his muzzle and he got a feel - and taste - of the muscle firming up against him. It was so close to his brain that it sent shockwaves throughout his entire body. His paw instinctively groped the other pectoral, enjoying the strength those muscles radiated. The other paw gravitated down Liam's flank, the hard mounds of muscles leading him down a gentle slope across the bigger wolf's abdominals and eventually curling around to that bubble butt.

What if someone sees!? What if his partner finishes his workout!?

Those questions only made the act all the more appealing. This forbidden act was sending his heart racing, pumping that tingling feeling that originated in the back of his brain all throughout his body. It was an odd sensation like he was both numb and oversensitive at the same time. He was acutely aware of the taste of sweat and flesh against his tongue, craving more, but at the same time he didn't feel the changes that was reshaping his body. The only thing he felt from that was the tightness of his clothing.

The waves upon waves of prickling grew more intense with every lick of Liam's nipple like he was swallowing raw electricity. It coursed from his tongue and spread from there. It first swirled around his throat, broadening the skinny twig barely able to support his head. His Adam's Apple pressed up against his flesh, framed by two slanting muscles that led to his collar bone. The moans that rose from his throat grew louder and slightly deeper while the changes spread down to his shoulders. Eli was instinctively thrusting his erect cock against Liam's leg, each motion pushing his muzzle deeper against that nipple and pectoral like he was challenging the younger but bigger wolf to tense his chest and keep him from pushing down. Liam was more than happy to meet that request and bounced his pecs back up in tandem with Eli's thrusts. Every time Eli dove down deeper and Liam's pectoral softened, his shoulders tensed before relaxing bigger than they were before. He did start feeling the constriction of his overalls against and shirt, piercing through the numbness and forcing him to stop for a moment.

The passionate sounds from the TV was momentarily interrupted and the two protagonists looked at one another, eyes afire with passion.

"Help me out of this," panted Amanda.

His eyes, filled with earnest need, turned towards his nephew, ears back and pleading. "H - Help me..." he moaned.

Whether he was begging for Liam to help him stop or something else was lost in translation. His nephew smiled down at him and his mighty paws reached down towards his shoulders. Those huge fingers and claws looped around the buckles of his overalls and with one, skilled flick, the straps came flying off.

Oh god... No. No! This can't be happening! This is wrong! This -

All other protests died in an overwhelming wave of warmth and tingling when Liam's lips met his own.

... feels good.

Liam's paws expertly peeled away Eli's overalls, letting them drop past the mechanic's hips and fall to the ground, bunched up against Eli's dirty, brown work boots. This left the older wolf in his sweaty, white shirt and a pair of green and black boxers with a very visible tent where his six inch canine cock was throbbing, pleading for release.

Overwhelmed with the scenario and his senses on fire, Eli dove into the passionate kiss. Some part of his mind still protested that this was wrong but it was quickly drowned out by the roar of an inferno, a conflagration of arousal, pleasure mixed with a little bit of fantasy as he was enacting a scene similar to his favourite afternoon drama. This acceptance spurred the growth spreading throughout his body.

His shoulders tightened all the more, his traps rising up to become a visible slope that gently met with his neck. The shirt's collarless neckline was pulled of all creases and bends with his broadened shoulders while his collarbone rose up to peak up against the curve. A visible mound pushed up against the short sleeves, the hems rising up further his arm as his deltoids inflated, forming a barely visible scallop as his paws moved to grope and squeeze every firm muscle all over his nephew's body.

Eli's lungs began to burn. Both he and his seemingly autonomous body seemed to realise that he hadn't been breathing while he was caught in that passionate kiss. Forced to break the contact, he pulled his muzzle away and let out a long, ragged gasp; the first healthly breath he had in a very long time. Years of smoking had damaged his lungs but with the spread of the tingling across his chest, that seemed to fade and even improve. His chest inflated with the breath, firm muscles ballooning up from his skinny, almost malnourished frame. More air rushed into his lungs than ever before and with it, his torso widened, a faint taper appearing while his back muscles tensed and broadened to fit his new widened shoulders. His nipples pushed up against his shirt, forming clear dark spots against the white fabic and helping to bring the definition of his developing chest to the faint light of the TV screen.

"Yes," groaned Ernesto as the camera panned away from the two's passionate scene. "Oh god yes!"

Just like his new, perky nipples pushed up against the fabric of his shirt, so too did his cock push up against the material of his boxers. Unable to contain it any longer, he reached down, fumbling for the button that would let out his cock. Liam knew what he intended and simply hooked a finger around the band of his underwear and pulled it clear off in one, smooth gesture. Eli moaned as his cock slapped against his chest and sprayed a bit of pre-cum against his nephew's rippling abdominals. He was too enraptured by his own body and Liam's passion to notice clear liquid gravitated towards Liam's jockstrap, quickly being absorbed into the black fabric.

"More!"_Amanda begged. _"More!"

Once he finished inhaling, Eli dove in for another kiss, this time fully committing himself into the moment. He twisted his head to the side so that he had the best access to the interlocking lips and sent his tongue spelunking for Liam's tonsils. His nephew shared the same passion and with it, the growth continued down Eli's body. The thrust of the bigger wolf's tongue send pulses of tingling from Eli's muzzle and crawling all over his skull. Hairs that had long fallen out began spouting out once again over his scalp, joining with his receding hairline to form a rather prominent, blonde, Widow's Peak.

Waves of that prickling sensation washed down his arms. Each blast stretching the bone and muscles to become longer but still remaining in proportion to his similarly lengthening spine and legs. Just as they lengthened, they also widened. The sleeves of his shirt got stuck in the crook between his deltoids and his upper arm as a hardened curve appeared between the muscles. A single vein pushed up against his bicep, travelling down towards his elbow before vanishing. Similar veins were just _barely_visible against the white fur on his forearms the muscles there widened. With every grope of muscle, his fingers and palms widened, able to seize more firm masculinity with each passing second.

Having learned the lesson to maintain his breathing, Eli took a breath through his nose even as his muzzle was still interlocked with Liam. That breath sent the prickling sensation towards his abdominals. The rim of his shirt rose up slightly with his thrusts. Like a curtain being lifted and lowered teasingly, the white fabric peeled back to reveal a flat stomach, fell and then rose once more to the sight of the faintest outline of abdominal muscles. Over and over again, the curtain fell and peeled back with each iteration showing increasingly defined and bigger abs. His belly button almost disappeared completely between the fold of his abs with a single vein leading towards his crotch seemingly replacing it.

"Urf," grunted the female protagonist. "Urgh! Aaaaaah!"

His toes curled within his work boots as his thrusting grew more and more desperate. The prickling spread towards his thighs, giving him more and more power to each hump as they grew and thickened. His boxers became more like boxer briefs with his thickening quads. All hesitation was gone so he had no qualms with pressing his cock against Liam's own bigger thighs, grinding up against those thick muscles, feeling each ridge and curve against his super-sensitive red dick and rubbing the tapered tip against Liam's jockstrap. He could feel his nephew's arousal, that monster of a dick straining the jockstrap that somehow maintained its integrity despite what felt like a literal third leg throbbing against Eli's chest.

Eli's moans grew louder and more desperate. He instinctively bit down on his lower lip, trying to contain himself in respect to that faint - and growing fainter - part of him that protested to sexual relations with his nephew but in doing so, he also bit down on Liam's lip, making the bigger wolf moan. Having pleasured his nephew only added a new level to his arousal and he only thrust harder for it. Veins coursed down towards his calves, broadening them and causing the lips of his work boots to spread. A bit of discomfort spread from his feet as his toes brushed up against the limits of the footwear but they were quickly overwhelmed by the prickling sensation that seemed to gather its strength, mounting with each thrust and moan until it felt like his entire body was on fire from within.

"Al... Almost there..." moaned Ernesto.

All that tingling suddenly charged straight towards a single source like a group of maddened bulls ploughing down the street at a single matador waving a red flag. From his paws, head, feet and the passionate kiss his lips were locked in, all that fire came pouring down towards his cock and balls in one massive swoop. Eli could do nothing against it; it was like a dam breaking for him. The best he could do was hold on as his balls swelled with the fire, growing into impressive gold balls that jostled against white fur before all that power in liquid form came shooting up his cock with so much force that it stretched the flesh and veins violently in all directions. His dick sprang up a whole inch before his hot seed erupted from the tip. Wave after wave of his seed shot against Liam's jockstrap, Eli letting out loud grunts and his back arching. The strength of the bursts was so much that he was pulling back away from Liam. His nephew didn't break the kiss, however, letting Eli's momentum take them down against the couch where his huge, muscular body lay atop of him like a warm, meaty blanket; keeping him warm and save as his orgasm sent his eyelids fluttering and his mind spinning.

Eli thrust, holding on to the firm muscles atop of him for dear life; those glorious, firm mounds offering security and safety. He was in bliss.

This feels nice. This feels right.

Those thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a metallic taste danced across his tongue. He pulled away from the kiss, blinking in surprise. One last spurt from his cock left him with a soft grunt. Worry entered his eyes when he noticed the fleck of blood on the bottom of Liam's lips.

"Fuck..." he muttered. "I didn't want to hurt you."

Liam smiled at him, a warm comforting smile that washed away his worries. In the dim light of the lounge room cast by the flicking TV, he could swear his nephew's eyes had turned completely black save for a pair of bright, red irises. "Don't worry about it, Uncle Eli." The titan of a wolf straightened and by the time he was back up to a sitting position, the blood flow seemed to have stopped. Liam brushed away the remaining blood from his lips, holding up two fingers where the stain remained and gave him a grin. "See? All gone."

"What the...?" breathed Eli. Unable to help himself, his eyes travelled down Liam's muscular form. He was just about to comment on the impossibly enormous cock still somehow remaining restricted by that jockstrap when he noticed the stains of his own seed coating the garment. It was very noticeable given the colouration of white semen versus the black fabric. What was even more noticeable was how the underwear seemed to drink the cum, leaving the fabric dry within seconds.

"That's... going to need explaining," Eli said, surprising even himself on how calm he was.

Liam reached forward, running his paw up and down Eli's upper arm. The numbing sensation receded into the back of the older wolf's mind making him acutely aware of the lump that was now his bicep and the vein that popped there. "Like this?"

Stunned, Eli could only lift him arm in bemusement at just how big his arm was. Still nothing compared to Liam's meaty hams but much bigger than it used to be.

"Wow..." he breathed, unable to keep himself from stretching out his arm and them pulling it towards him in a flex. It was actually possible to watch his bicep seemingly travel from the mound of his deltoids before sinking into the crook of his elbow. "What... What happened to me?"

A bright rumble came from somewhere behind him. "That's Stage 1, Mr. Stockton."

He turned, strangely unsurprised at the presence of Dominic. The tiger, still dressed in his suit that somehow remained unstained despite clearly sweating through the workout, was leaning against the doorframe, grinning broadly and his pants clearly tenting.

"Stage 1?" he repeated.

"Yep. We at the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance, the agency your nephew just joined, are working to make the world a better place by curbing overpopulation and empowering each citizen of these United States with the tools and motivation they need to become the best version of themselves." Dominic reached towards his pants, unbuckling them. Eli couldn't look away and licked his lips inadvertently as a big, black jockstrap was revealed beneath those slacks. The words 'Speedster' was drawn on the rim. A quick glance over at Liam's jockstrap brought to light the name 'Levee' on the elastic.

"That's where these guys come in," Dominic said, pointing at his underwear.

"Your jockstraps?"

"They're our partners," Liam provided, rubbing his thick balls through his garment. "They're a living, breathing entity that's bonded with us. They're the P3 Symbiont. Named after the program that created them, the Perfect Pair Program."

"Symbiont...?" That was a word he wasn't too familiar with but mentioning it felt... felt right. Somehow, he just knew that it just described the weird tingling sensation that was scratching at the back of his mind and was filling his brain with an overall fuzzy feeling.

"It's one half of a symbiotic relationship. The Symbiont makes its host big and strong." Liam flexed his arms again and Eli instinctively reached over and rubbed them like a fortune teller would a crystal ball; eyes intently gazing into the thick veins and fingers gliding over the mound possessively. "We protect it and provide for it." Liam grinned at the attention he was gathering from his uncle. "But they also kind of reprogram you too. When you make that bond with the jockstraps, you got to keep moving." Liam nodded towards Dominic to emphasise his point. "That's why we needed to workout. It kind of forces you to gear yourself more towards physically intensive jobs because you just can't sit still."

Eli tilted his head slightly. "I guess that's not so bad..."

"Also make you gay."

He turned towards his nephew, the first signs of shock spreading across his features since the warmth of afterglow had set in. "What? Really?"

Liam leaned in, pressing their lips together again. Eli's softening cock immediately sprang back up, squirting a bit of precum against the younger wolf's abdominals. It was only a short kiss but a passionate one with a playful flick of the tongue. When Liam pulled away, Eli found himself missing the contact and coming to a realisation.

Shit... I'm gay now.

"You tell me," Liam finished, a cocky smirk on his features.

"What if I don't want to be gay?" he asked, worry creeping into his voice.

"You can always back out." Liam pulled, leaving a respectable distance between them. "Of course we're gonna take over the town anyway so you'll either join us or move away." He lifted a meaty arm, offering a hug for Eli. The older wolf happily shuffled closer and leaned his head against his nephew's big, broad chest; comforted by the steady rise and fall of those muscular domes. "But we don't think you want to move out of town, do you?"

"No but why the town? Why Gauymore?"

There was as sudden source of warmth to his right and he turned as Dominic perched his hulking form on the side of the couch. "Gauymore was picked because it's population has one of the highest rates of unwanted pregnancies in the state. A lot of its population consists either of bored teenagers who can't do anything else except fuck and people who are stuck in the town with no prospects outside of it so all they can do is pump out children."

"Can't be true. Gauymore doesn't have more than 500 people."

"That's because thanks to the education system and the fact that the world is a lot smaller with planes and cars being readily available, most people are leaving Gauymore and moving elsewhere. Doesn't stop the fact that this town pumped out a lot of babies."

That was an undeniable fact. The Morrisons across the street married when they were fresh out of high school and already had five kids with a sixth on the way. Both parents were still in their late twenties. If it weren't for the fact that his parents died when he was just graduating high school himself, he was sure he would have more siblings than just Cameron. In such a small town where no one really paid that much attention, everyone fucked everyone; often without protection.

"So you're turning people gay so they stop fucking?" he asked.

"Hell no," Dominic said with a broad grin. "We're_encouraging_ people to fuck. Just with their own sex. Can't have babies that way." The mound of stripy muscle gestured off into the distance. "The ladies have their own program under the Office of Virtuous Unity and Maintenance. They're being shipped off to the next town over. Anyone who doesn't want to participate gets to move to Nicowick. All expenses and moving costs paid, of course."

Nicowick actually wasn't a bad town. It was bigger and more modern than Gauymore. Many miles to the west, more people and generally more business. There were likely other mechanics and garages in that town and it'd be hard to make a name for himself but he could reinvest in himself with the help of the government to expand into a body shop. He'd just have to upend his life and move. Not much different from what the 'Department' was offering.

And what the Department was offering _was_fucking hot.

Rationality spoke up and argued a different point. "Doesn't that make things harder to be production? The fucking, that is. I'm weirdly okay the fact you've turned me into a homo and you're controlling people with..." His eyes fell once more onto Dominic's jockstrap and found his own cock squirting in anticipation. "... underwear."

Is that weird? It feels like it should be.

"You're always free to back out," repeated the tiger with a dismissive wave. "Just a quick injection and you'll have one last mind-blowing orgasm. It'll make you forget all about the Department and what you experienced. You'll just have a few compulsions to move out of town and maybe cut off ties with those of us that are already in the program. That way you start off with a clean slate when you move."

He glanced over at Liam, the pup's dazzling smile telling him that he really didn't have a choice in the matter; he didn't want to move. Sure his nephew had been a bit of a jackass and a stick in the mud with all his environmentalism and preachy bullshit but the house had felt more... complete with the pup under the same roof. Now that Liam was more open-minded and such a hunk, he didn't imagine he'd have to bother with that much.

"As for the fucking," Dominic continued, a cheesy grin on his muzzle. "People tend to be more productive when they enjoy their workplace, you know? Instead of smoke breaks, we take sex breaks." He tapped his temple thoughtfully. "And let's face it. After a good orgasm, if you can fight off the afterglow, you'll think a lot better. The Symbiont helps in that regard."

Eli nodded a few times to himself. He had picked up smoking because as a teenager, that was what all the 'cool' kids were doing. Now he had picked up the habit even if he knew that it was bad for him. Going back to the days when he wasn't coughing after every sentence and need to take a break every few hours to sate his nicotine cravings. "Okay. What do I do if I want to sign up?"

Liam leaned down, burying his muzzle against Eli's neck. The older wolf moaned with the gentle touch of the pup's tongue on his flesh. "So you want to join us, Uncle Eli?"

His paw curled behind his nephew's neck, holding the pup against him and biting his lower lip. "Fuck yes. Better than anything that I've got going on."

With Liam's lips so close to his neck, he could feel the bigger, copper-furred wolf's lips spreading into a devilish smile. "Then how about we go to the bedroom? We've got something to show you."

His cock still out and hard as steel, Eli groggily got to his feet. Liam's strong paws helped him stand. The overalls around his ankles made walking hard so he was forced to pull them up. Only one buckle was fastened, the denim wrapping around his erect member. It wasn't long before precum was already soaking through the tough fabric.

"Damn, Levee!" laughed Dominic, pointing at the growing stain. "Your uncle is a leaker!"

Eli blushed, ducking his head in shame. His nephew's broad arm wrapped around his waist, one of those long, thick fingers just lightly brushing up against his angled member. Dominic's comment had been a compliment. Shame was quickly replaced by pride and he strode to the rear of the house, towards his bedroom. Though the hemline of his overalls had risen to about halfway up his calves and his feet was heavily constricted by his work boots, he barely noticed. Dominic and Liam followed him, Dominic stripping off bits of clothing on his way. They left the lounge room and the tiger shucked off his shoes and socks. In the hallway to the bedroom, the pants flew off along with his suit jacket. Just at the door to Eli's room, Dominic had discarded his tie and hung it on the doorknob.

Upon entering Eli's room, the strong smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the fervent attempts of someone to mask it filled their nostrils. Eli suddenly felt ashamed again for his habit but when he saw Dominic casually unbutton his tight, white, collared shirt and toss it on the bed, all the blood went from his flushed cheeks down towards his cock. For the first time, he appraised the muscular tiger and was overcome with a hunger to feel those incredible muscles and to be that big.

Liam had other ideas, however, and his nephew grabbed his shoulder, turning him towards the tall body mirror sitting beside his closet. The wolf he saw in the glass was not the same malnourished smoker that he was used to seeing every day of his life. Apart from adding half a foot of height, he had filled out. His legs and arms were no longer just twigs barely supporting his skeletal frame; they had filled out. He was actually forced to stand with his legs slightly apart because his junk was big enough to warrant it. This was matched by his shoulders, the curves of which were visible through his shirt. Seeing himself instinctively caused him puff out his chest a little, standing a little straighter. The slouched position felt off despite the fact that he was sure it was his default stance for so long. Now, it felt so much more natural to stand straight, shoulders back and chest out. The best feature had to be his hair. The receding hairline was gone, having pulled forward into a Widow's Peak. There was a slight side-effect of a few flecks of blond fur that stuck out from his coppery red that were just barely visible where his sleeves had retreated up his arm and a light dusting where his shirt's neckline encroached upon his chest but nothing too noticeable.

"Is... Is that me?" he stammered.

Liam's paws glided over his shoulders, fingers gently squeezing his biceps. He instinctively lifted his arms and executed a perfect double-bicep flex. "It sure is, Uncle Eli. Fuck you're getting big."

Dominic's big paws gently ran over his belly, squeezing and compelling Eli to flex his abdominals. "Could still be bigger."

"Yeah..." he agreed. "Bigger. Make me bigger."

Liam's lips hovered over his ear, paws gripping his biceps tightly. "Let us hear you say it. Say you want to join the Department."

Another moment of truth, another crossroads. Join the Department and become like Liam; a huge, muscled fur that also happened to be homosexual or forget all of this, have one last orgasm and move out of town? If it was just about sex, he would have been inclined to back out. By the way Dominic and Liam talked about it, that orgasm would have been incredible even if he lost his memory afterwards.

But it isn't just about sex, is it?

It's isn't just about getting bigger either.

"Make me bigger," He began panting, chest heaving as he turned towards Liam, lips just inches away from his own nephew. "I want to join."

He sealed the deal with a kiss, pushing his tongue deep into Liam's and drawing in the strength and energy from the bigger wolf. That tingling in the back of his brain, the Symbiont, sprang to life again in a flurry of excited activity. The buzz flooded his whole body, funnelling through his veins and coursing through every muscle, organ and bone. It left every part of him with a throbbing pump, every fibre of his being hungry for that growth. The paws roving his frame only exacerbated the feeling. They were worshiping him; adoring every muscle in his body like it was made of gold. He instinctively flexed his muscles, tightening his form and and fuelling the growth.

Liam's paws ran over the curves of his shoulders. A sound like stretching leather mixed with the deep, burbling bubble of thick soup filled his ears which were already pounding with his heartbeat. The diamond-shaped arches of his shoulders obtained two deep cuts across their surface; the muscles of his deltoids ballooning right beneath Liam's fingertips. He even felt the highest peak of his shoulder bump up against his chin, prompting him to lift his neck slightly. Movement of his head became more difficult as his traps swelled, bridging the gap between his newly broadened shoulders and his jaw. Liam broke the kiss and his tongue skillfully traced the new slope that started from Eli's jaw, fresh with plump veins and sank into the mounds of his shoulders.

The gesture alone spurred the grown to pump into his arms. The fabric of his shirt snarled in protest as it was stretched apart against the building mass of his biceps. The one strap of his overalls began disappearing beneath his shoulders and the buckle quivered in protest. With a loud, metallic snap, the metal gave way. His overalls fell away, his growing chest helping to push the denim past his waist and down to his pants. A sigh of relief escaped his muzzle as his cock was once again free to squirt an inordinate amount of precum onto the carpet.

Dominic saw his prize and leaned down at the red hot meat throbbing in front of him. The tiger's rough tongue snaked out and brushed against his sensitive flesh, only causing more precum to squirt out. That only intensified the hazy buzz that had overtaken Eli. Drunk on the sensation of being worshiped by these two hunks, Eli reached down and grabbed the back of Dominic's head, pushing the tiger's muzzle right against his balls and rubbing his scent into the feline's nostrils. With his other paw, he wrapped his lengthening and growing arm around his nephew's shoulders and pulled the pup towards his pits.

"Lick it," he ordered.

Knowing exactly what he wanted, Liam pushed his wet nose against Eli's pits, long, wet tongue lapping up at the thick fur there. Down below, Dominic's own lips wrapped around Eli's sizable balls, cupping gently in his muzzle but roughly lapping at them with his tongue. Each touch of that flexible organs sent a fresh wave of power coursing through the older wolf's body. It pumped from both sources towards his arms, causing the veins there to pop against his darker, rusty-red fur to feed the muscles. His biceps expanded, creaking loudly as the divide between his shoulders and upper arms became more defined. His triceps similarly broadened, forming a great bridge to support his biceps while also closing the gap towards his elbows in one, large, elliptical mound. The limb stretched further away from his body, easily turning his tenuous grip against Liam's head into a full-on headlock. His paw was forced to slide away from Liam, his bicep holding back of the pup's neck against its meaty expanse while his forearms curled around his pup's thick neck and left his expanding paw dangling. Similarly, his other arm stretched and grew, his hold against Dominic growing stronger as his fingers expanded and thick veins appeared against the back of his paw.

As the tingling left his arms, he was overcome with the odd sensation of missing the prickling that felt like every atom of his body was vibrating or activated. Even as the alien yet comforting feeling of his Symbiont growing moved away from his arms, he was compelled to flex his muscles over and over again. His fingers dig unto Dominic's head, massaging the dark, curly black hair. His other paw instantly gravitated towards his nipple, giving the fleshy nub a squeeze and further burying Liam's muzzle against his pits.

Just as he was starting to think that the fabric of his already strained shirt was getting in the way of pleasuring his nipples, a loud rip filled his bedroom. One look down revealed a fissure had appeared down the middle of his shirt starting from its collar. It only stopped halfway down but it was enough to reveal his broad, muscular chest and the thick, blonde hair growing there.

"Oh fuck, Mr. Stockton," growled Dominic, rising from his kneeling position. "You're getting hairy as fuck."

"I... I am?" he mumbled, momentarily confused. He noticed how clean cut Liam and Dominic. Apart from their fur, there wasn't a strand of body hair anywhere apart from their crotches and armpits. "Why am I different?"

Liam's paw rosed up towards his chest, gripping the tear. "Every Symbiont is different, Uncle Eli," rumbled the pup, words partially muffed as his muzzle was still buried into Eli's armpit. "It looks at you and makes you the best version of you. Why do you think you're different?"

Dominc's paw grabbed the other side of the tear and together, the two boys ripped Eli's shirt right down the middle. The older wolf gasped, thrusting his chest forward in a flurry of tingling that felt like someone had lit a gentle fire within his chest. His lungs expanded, taking in more air than it had ever had before. It filled his pectorals, causing them to spread and inflate into huge, square shelves covered in a thick layer of blonde chest fur. His abdominals were strangely spared the dusting of body hair but that only left them hardened, plump and clearly visible for all to see and admire. This prompted Dominic to pull his muzzle away from Eli's balls, give one gentle flick against the wolf's cock and thick bush before drawing his tongue up those delicious slabs one block at a time. Momentarily freed from Eli's grasp, Liam pulled his nose from the sweaty pit and drew his tongue along the curve of Eli's newly formed pectoral. The brush of that wet organ against the newly formed chest hair sent a new tickling sensation all over the older wolf's body but no more so than when two pairs of lips and tongues latched onto his nipples.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned, flexing both his pectorals just like Liam earlier.

Waves of ecstasy radiated out of his pleasured nips, pushing veins up against his shoulders to fuel his growing muscles. Lats broadened and spread like a pair of wings, giving him a definitive taper to his torso. The remnants of his shirt peeled away with his widening back. The paws of the two boys at his chest easily found familiar purchase against the hard, symmetrical ridges of his back, gripping the muscles there while roving the hills and valleys of his rusty-red mountain range. Their other paws glided up and down his abdominals, following the path they set towards his thighs. The journey of those fingers grew longer as his femur crackled and stretched, pushing him past six feet tall. Pride filled his chest, causing his pectoral to swell further, as he realised neither Liam nor Dominic had to lean down so much now that he was catching up with their height.

"Suck it," he groaned, unable to keep his body from responding to their sensual touch. His hips would buck and like a wave had gone through his body, his chest would push forward in response and then his spine would snake back, preparing for another thrust. The last shards of his shirt fell from his shoulders while thicker, blonde hair formed sexy, masculine bands across his forearms like the golden edges of bright red flames.

His toes curled in his boots, the pressure of his expanding feet growing uncomfortably tight. The fires burning within him intensified, coalescing at his toes and pushing them against the lips of his boots. A loud, rising groan rose from his throat, his voice now a whole octave deeper. Just as his calves ballooned outwards like two pairs of wings sprouting from the sides of his legs, his big toe ripped right through the worn, weathered leather of his boots. His claw raked at the carpet beneath him. The relief was quickly followed by another tearing noise as another toe shot out of the constraining leather followed by another and another until he was standing on the soles of his boots with the rest of his shoe just barley hanging onto his ankles.

Liam's paws reached down paws his thighs and lightly brushed his calves. He felt the pull of thicker hairs against his legs and when he looked down, he noticed those same thicker, golden hairs had spread across his legs, almost giving him a golden aura.

That was what made a real man.

Big, muscular and hairy as fuck. Thick chest hair, hairy arms and hairy legs like a fucking beast.

That's what I'm talking about!

Eli grunted, signalling his intent to orgasm. Hearing this, both boys disengaged from his nipples and fell to their knees in front of the older wolf. Eli licked his lips as he saw the two eager faces before him, his monstrous seven inch-cock pulsating between them. Somehow, he just _knew_he had to cum on Liam so he happily angled his red rocket towards his pup's muzzle. Dominic went straight back to lapping at Eli's balls. Liam's muzzle eagerly wrapped around his cock, somehow being more than capable of taking the thick meat even with Eli's increasingly desperate thrusts.

He's had practice, Eli mused to himself.

Grabbing the back of Liam's head, he thrust harder and harder with increased force added thanks to his new, powerful legs. With Dominic's tongue providing the initial stimulus, the fires all over his body began funnelling towards his testicles. Just like before, he could feel the prickling sensation pushing up against the inside walls of his balls, pushing them past their limit. He could feel them blossoming and filling out Dominic's muzzle to the point where the tiger was forced to release them and only cup one of the large organs one at a time.

The tank was ready but now it was time for the cannon. His thrusts pushed his cock deeper and deeper into Liam's muzzle and with each thrust, a flood of increasingly thickening pre-cum pumped out of his newly resized balls and out his dick. The flood of pre was too much for his seven-inches to accommodate. The powerful pressure pushing up at the inside walls of his cock, pushing it out in all directions. Liam gagged as the cock in his muzzle dove deeper down his throat another inch. With another thrust, it went even deeper by another inch. Eli didn't want to choke his nephew but he was unable to stop himself from shoving his cock one more time, all ten inches filling out Liam's muzzle with enough thickness that the pup was forcing to split his muzzle wide, almost grinning to fit the thick meant and the knot bouncing against his nose.

Liam pulled his muzzle away just as Eli bit his lower lip, a high-pitched whine rising from the older wolf's throat.

He was close. So close.

I _'m gonna cum,_ he mentally cried. Fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna join the Department!

His balls jostled, slamming up against the base of his cock.

"Oh fuck!" he cried. "Fucking shit!" He thrust his hips. "FUCK!"

A torrent of hot cum exploded from his balls, rushing up his balls and exploded out of his dick in what could only be described as a molten, white shower all over Liam. His nephew shut his muzzle and closed his eyes, allowing the precious seed to coat his muzzle. When every inch of his face was coated in his uncle's sperm, he lay back, propping himself on his haunches and palms to let the rain of seed fall all over his muscled chest. Only then did he open his eyes, revealing his sclera to be an inky black and his irises a bright red like two burning coals in a dark night. Liam bucked his hips, the flagpole that was his dick catching some of the seed as it fell against his jockstrap where it was immediately absorbed into the black fabric.

Eli's mind went dumb, all his focus falling on the unbelievably euphoric feeling from his cock and balls. He almost toppled to the ground but Dominic's paws seized his firm ass, keeping him standing with the big tiger's body acting like a pillar of support. The flood of cum didn't seem to end and with each violent spurt, he could feel himself growing weaker. At the same time, he felt that scratching sensation in the back of his mind, his Symbiont, growing stronger. He welcomed its growth as it radiated power and understanding. This union was making him a real man, fixing his past mistakes and pushing him beyond his limits. Through the sexual haze, he managed to open his eyes and stare at his immense paws and the vascular forearms connected to them. Another blast erupted from his cock, compelling him to close his paws into fists and let out a shout of ecstasy.

This was what he had always wanted.

To be a real man.

Someone who was big, buff while sporting a sexy pelt of body hair.

To be strong.

Strong enough to learn new skills and do more than mind a garage that barely had enough customers to support itself.

To make my own choices...

... and not to have to rely on his brother for financial support.

One last burst exploded from his cock, his cry dying out in his throat. Panting, he prised open his eyes, fighting through the haze until he caught sight of the cum-covered Liam lying on his back in front of him. Fascinated, he watched in silence as the cum that covered his nephew slowly migrated towards the black jockstrap the pup wore. It took him a second to realise that it wasn't some sort of magical effect. Every cell on Liam's body was collecting the drops of seed and carrying them towards the piece of underwear. The Symbiont had full control over every fibre of the pup's being but trusted Liam to use that power to benefit their symbiotic relationship.

A faint, warm tingling brushed up against his mind.

His Symbiont was ready and so was he.

"Fuck..." he moaned softly. "I want that."

He quivered as Dominic gave his balls one last lap with that rough tongue. "Just give him a minute, Mr. Stockton. He needs to absorb all your cum first."

"Why?" he asked, barely able to form coherent sentences.

"He's your progenitor. The guy that basically hired you. Like we're his." Dominic beamed down at Liam. "It's a really intimate bond. Can't really be explained." Then his eyes, bright red irises and black all over, turned back towards Eli. That gaze didn't spark any sort of fear in Eli. "You feel it too, don't you?"

Looking down at his nephew 'consuming' the cum that he had spilled, he could feel... something there. It was more than just the love between nephew and uncle. It was something more. His flesh craved to be in close proximity to Liam, their cocks rubbing against one another while their lips intertwined a passionate dance. Paws roving one another, exploring old and new valleys and hills, rediscovering mountains of muscles and stimulating one another not because it made themselves aroused with pleasure but because it made the other happy.

"Yeah." A warm smile touched his lips. "I feel it. Is it because of the Symbiont?"

"Kind of," Dominic answered, rising to his feet, his paws gently gliding up Eli's back to keep him standing. When he came up to full height, Eli was surprised that he was only a few inches shorter than the bulky tiger. "We lose all interest in women and desires to reproduce in terms of having kids but all those emotions need to go somewhere. So the Symbiont kind of intensifies our bonds with men. Almost every relationship ends in something sexual. It's just what happened."

As he finished this sentence, their lips were pulled towards one another by an unexplainable force. Their muzzles intertwined and Eli rubbed his cock against Dominic's muscled leg, groping the tiger's tight, bubble butt. The old him would have been surprised in just how forward he was with the kiss but now, he just shrugged it off and enjoyed the taste of this tiger. He pulled away from Dominic a moment later, a little bridge of drool connecting their tongues for the briefest of moments before it broke away.

"I could get used to this," he rumbled, a coy smile toughing his lips.

Dominic smirked and tapped his chin with a finger. "You'll learn to love it."

The touch felt a little... odd like Dominic had pulled at a few stray pieces of fur. He glanced past the tiger's broad shoulders at the mirror. For the second time that day, he was surprised at his reflection but not just because he had become a big, hairy man's man. That he knew and felt. What he was amazed at was the crescent-shaped goatee that sat on the edges of his chin. It was still a little thin and wispy but it highlighted jawline, making a clear divide between his thick neck and his jaw when peering at him from straight ahead.

He liked it.

"Damn... I look good," he said, grinning broadly. His teeth had lost the yellowish stains brought on from years of smoking and were now perfectly white again, the enamel repaired like he had stepped out from an airbrushed magazine cover.

Dominic's tongue lapped at his neck. "Yeah. Yeah you do."

He moaned softly, cupping the back of the tiger's head and letting those fangs nipple at his muscled flesh. "When do I get to fuck my nephew?"

"Mhm..." mumbled the feline. "Not here. Let's get you back to the facility. You'll need to go through a bit of orientation before anyone else sees you like this."

"I think I know exactly where my orientation is," he snickered, clutching his still erect cock. He was vaguely aware of his boxer shorts still somehow clutching onto his frame though the hems had ridden up all the way to edges of his legs and probably looked more like a thong than anything else.

"Uncle Eli," groaned Liam. The coppery-red wolf rose, the last bits of cum being absorbed into his jockstrap. "You're not our dad but that was just as bad as if you were." He turned, swishing his tail tauntingly at Eli's face. "But Dom's right. We had go through a bit of training before we could get back in public."

"Like what?" he said, unable to keep his eyes from Liam's bubble butt.

I'm gonna fuck that so hard.

"For one thing, the tendency to use the plural form when addressing yourself," Liam said, lifting up a finger. "We're one with our Symbiont, after all, and it's just natural to use 'we' instead of 'I'. You need a bit of training to hide that especially to those that aren't in the know. We're not that good at switching it out so we just try and cut it out of our sentences entirely."

That explained Liam's more 'jock-ish' way of speaking. "I can see that. What else?"

"Walking around clothed," snickered Dominic, peeling away from him but also guiding him towards his closet with one arm. "The jockstraps aren't really clothes. They're our Symbionts and they're part of us. So when we have clothes over them, it feels... wrong. Kind of like we've got a mask over our muzzles and we're forced to breathe through our mouths instead of our nostrils. Feels unnatural."

Remembering how Liam was dressed when they were first 'reintroduced', he couldn't help but give his nephew an exasperated stare.

"We didn't pass everything," Liam answered, sticking out his tongue playfully. "We_were_ just hired this morning, ya know."

"Right, right," Eli said, rifling to his closet for something to wear. "What else do I have to know?" As if to answer his question, his stomach rumbled loudly.

"Food. We've got to eat All that muscle and growth has to come from somewhere. Your Symbiont gave you a boost and got rid of all the junk in your system by making it something usable but you still need fuel." Liam gestured towards the garage. "There's lots of food at the facility."

Only a pair of old, loose, grey sweatpants would fit him now and even then, it was uncomfortably tight around his thighs. None of his shirts would fit at all but he didn't feel that was necessary. It was only a short drive up to the old high school where the Department had set up, after all. The sun had already start to set so there weren't any kids playing on the streets or adults heading home. That was just how Gauymore was. When it was dark, everyone went back to their homes because there really wasn't anything resembling a nightlife in the boring town.

That made it easy for them to jump into Eli's rusty, lime-green car and back out of the driveway. The poor engine spluttered in protest at the three huge men entering the vehicle. The chassis groaned as they headed down the street. With Liam in the passenger seat, it was only natural for the pup to reach over and run his paws over Eli's muscled thighs. The feeling of those fingers not only on his fur but the golden hairs all over his legs sent shivers all over the older wolf's body. It was like the body hair was actually more sensitive than his fur.

A few miles before the high school, the car began to splutter and slow.

"No..." Eli groaned, his eyes boggling. "No way! Not now!" He jammed the accelerator but the engine only let out it's last dying gasps before dying entirely.

His car came to a full halt about two miles from the facility.

"Shit," he grumbled. "Guess we'll have to hoof it."

"Naw," Dominic said cheerily, jumping out of the vehicle. "Let's push!"

Liam was a out a second later, one of the windows rolled down and his paws seizing the underside of the roof. "Told you, Uncle Eli. We got to keep active. Part of our programming now." He nodded towards Eli. "You keep the wheel straight. We'll push."

Even if the build of the two boys, he was still stunned when they managed to push the car effortlessly down the road. It was still fairly slow but they were moving at a steady rate. A pang of jealousy hit him as he watched the boys muscles flexing and hearing their grunts of effort while they approached the old high school but it was quickly warmed away by the faint prickling of his Symbiont. Soon he would be just like them. There was nothing to be jealous of either. He would be a different kind of man. Liam and Dominic were smooth, handsome and very clean-cut. He'd be the rough-and-tumble kind of man; hairy, huge and the kind of guy that likes to get his paws dirty. Already, he could imagine that Liam and Dominic would be the 'face' of the Department while he would be the guy that attracted more manly men.

They'd probably do great as models or personal trainers. I could hit up construction sites or mines or something.

The high school had been appropriately walled off by chain-link fences and some rather heavy security. When the approached the main gate, Dominic padded over to the security guard, pulled the otter close and proceeded to lock muzzles with the man. The otter waved at someone and the gates opened for them even as his muzzle was still intertwined with Dominic's.

Jealousy came once again but it wasn't around size or masculinity. Eli found himself envious of just how open the Department men were about their sexuality and promiscuity. That jealousy quickly gave way to anticipation and he was sporting another ass-splitting boner by the time he and Liam had wheeled the car into the garage. Upon stepping out of the driver's seat, he glanced around, appraising his surroundings.

"Have a look around, Uncle," Liam said, patting the rooftop of the car. "We'll go grab us some food. We'll both need the fuel for what's to come next."

His cock spasmed at that thought, squirting precum onto the concrete floors. No further words needed to be said and Liam just swished his tail at him and headed out of the garage.

For a converted high school metal shop, it wasn't that bad. It appeared the Department had cut into some of the upper floors to ensure there was a relatively high ceiling particularly for the lifts that could raise the cars and expose their undersides. Everything was still very clean, pristine. No grease stains on the floors, no dust on the equipment and not a bit of rust anywhere. It was far too clean to be an actual garage. Over by one of the benches was a set of tools that still held their metallic sheen. He picked up one of the wrenches, amazed at just how small it was in his palm.

With four car lifts and plenty of new tools, this place was definitely a good garage. His eyebrows lifted at the presence of some heavy metal welding equipment. It looked like the Department was gearing up for more than just doing repair work but body work as well. His cock and Symbiont grew excited at the idea of souping up someone's ride to fit their personalities. He imagined he'd turn Liam's electric car into a hot, sporty, blue and white convertible. Still keeping the electric engine, though. Maybe adding a solar panel or something to make sure his nephew saved on gas. Dominic struck him as the kind of guy that would do well with a sports car, one with low clearance but a nice, loud purr when it started.

"Burgers!"

Liam's announcement made his stomach rumble as the pup returned with a mountain of fresh, still-sizzling burgers on two, broad, red trays. There wasn't anywhere to sit and eat but when Liam placed one tray on the hood of his broken, lime-green car, Eli shrugged and sat his firm rear right next to it. His nephew did the same and they sat back to back, their broad shoulders brushing against one another as they plucked the burgers from the plates and began scarfing them down. He amazed even himself when he was through his third burger and each one was big enough to fit his paws; definitely resized for the men of the Department.

He grunted in approval as he bit into the enormous patty. "Fuck, these are good. Just what I needed."

Liam let out a hearty laugh. "Plenty more where that came from."

Ears perked higher than they had ever been in a long while, Eli turned to look over shoulder at his nephew, beaming gratefully. "Thanks for bringing me in to all this, Liam. I didn't know how much I fucking needed a kick in the ass to do something about my shitty life."

His nephew bumped shoulders with him backwards very lightly. "It's cool, Uncle Eli. We're all brothers here. We wanted to try our damnedest to get you to sign up. Same with dad."

The thought of turning his overachieving younger brother caused his cock to spasm and spew more precum with enough velocity that it struck the underside of his burger.

Fuck, I really am a squirter.

Smirking to himself, he nudged his nephew. "Hey Liam. Check it out." Holding his burger in one paw and his erect dick in the other, he squeezed down on his rod, pushing out an impressive wad of precum right into his meal. Without a care in the world, he brought that burger to his muzzle and devoured every last bit of it in a few bites, smacking his lips. Liam watched him, muzzle agape and jockstrap tenting with his own erection.

"Fuck that's hot," moaned his nephew.

Their lips were colliding a second later and their meal forgotten. Eli turned around, knocking the trays of burgers to the ground while his meaty thighs cradled his nephew's waist. All reservations were pushed aside as he pressed his hairy chest against the bigger wolf beneath him, determined to have every inch of his own flesh and fur in contact with some part of Liam as much as possible. Every part of him craved for it, once again set afire by that prickling sensation. This time, it didn't just originate from the back of his head. It started everywhere. He and his Symbiont were one. They felt the same thing, they craved the same thing; to be whole.

They both knew exactly how to achieve that.

"Ask it," he panted, pulling their lips away. "Ask me if I want this. Ask me to join the Department one more time."

Liam smiled knowingly. The next words that came from his muzzle were slow, deliberate. Perhaps it was a tease or the delivery was to make sure Eli comprehended the gravity of every word but it left the older wolf impatient and itching for release.

"Uncle Eli, do you want to join the Department, to have your own P3 Symbiont and be one of us?"

"Yes," Eli breathed. "Fuck yes!" Then he was back in, passionately locking lips with his own nephew; no...his brother in the Department.

Reading his movements, Liam's Symbiont stirred. The black jockstrap's fabric turned into a strange, glossy liquid and Eli momentarily broke the kiss as his fingers was covered with the dark fluid. Like some semi-sentient oil, the goo slipped past his fingers and squirmed away from him, sliding behind Liam's ass. The younger wolf, a dopey, blissful grin on his features, squirmed beneath him as the the Symbiont entered his ass with a loud, wet slurping sound. Almost instantly, the pup's cock came shooting out of his sheath. All sixteen inches of that rocket came up from his nephew's groin, forcing them to pull away from one another. It was thicker than a normal man's arm! No ordinary man would ever be able to take that.

His paws slipped down towards his nephew's thighs, pushing them apart and exposing that cute, tight ass to him. Liam arched his arms over his head, gripping the roof of the car while licking his lips seductively. All doubt was gone from Eli and he eagerly angled his cock directly into his Liam's eager hole. He was far from the first guy to mount that ass but he didn't care. This entire day had culminated to this moment; all that jealousy that had burned inside of him urged him forward like a venom that he was all too eager to get rid of. He pushed his cock into his nephew, the hot ass clamping down on the tip of his dick and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire body.

His fur stood on end, his thick, blonde hairs too. A wave of fire spread throughout his entire body, burning away what had been Eli Stockton and replacing it with a whole, complete being. The tides of ecstasy was too much for him and he found himself being swept away beneath the crashing waves, his grip on his body slipping. Though he could still feel the titanic, contoured thighs in his grip and his the warm ass that willingly accepted another inch of his dick, he was no longer in control of his body. His eyelids fluttered, sending flashing images of his hunky nephew between bursts of light and darkness crashing into his addled brain. He was only vaguely aware that he was no longer in control of his body; all he knew was that he was thrusting deeper and deeper into Liam, his body convulsing with unbridled pleasure.

Deep grunts rose from his throat as it was swallowed up by his traps. The divide that was his spine creaked and grew deeper with his swelling shoulders and lats. Golden hairs sprang up from the middle of that deep valley. Like a fresh blade springing up, a blonde mane spread down from the base of his neck, making a beeline right down his spine, thickening about halfway down before thinning out again before making the faintest line over the top of his bushy tail. The hair on his head similarly thickened, standing on end of its own accord with a strength and volume no normal person could ever achieve. Every strand rose and grouped together into a youthful, spiky wave, erasing years off his handsome, chiselled features.

With the growth of that hair down his spine, the last few inches was added to his frame in terms of height. Muscles stretched to accommodate, the sound of gurgling and leather stretching mixed with the loud metallic creaking of the trashed car beneath them. His thrusts grew more and more forceful with every new inch of height he gained and thrust into Liam. The crack of the windshield completely ignored as the two primal wolves grunted and snarled, lost in the throes of passion.

Eli's grip around Liam's thighs grew stronger, his paws stretching out wider in all directions; perfect for pulling open muscular legs and sticking his cock in the hole between. Veins popped all over his forearms only to be shrouded in a thick bush of golden fur that almost looked like he had a pair of bright yellow blades springing from his forearms. The veins came back with a vengeance, however, on the inside part of his forearm where they formed a complicated lattice that continued uninterrupted past his elbows and up his biceps. Each upperarm was big and beefy, pushing well past fifty-inches thick. Melon-like shoulders grew to support the monstrous arms and led straight to the thick bush of chest hair that covered the shelf-like pectorals. Balancing cans on his collarbone would have been effortless with just how big his pecs were. His nipples all but vanished beneath the thick brush of gold ensuring that those that would want to seek out the downward-facing peaks would have to dig for it before they found their prize.

In stark contrast to his chest, his abdominals remained untouched by the golden fuzz. Each of his thrusts flexed and stretched those muscles, pumping them with more mass. The already rigid six-pack that had swallowed up his belly button grew bigger, thicker and wider until they were forced to multiply. Another pair of hard muscles formed securely over his diaphragm, pressing up against his pectorals like the two muscle groups were fighting for territory; the clean, crisp abdominal muscles versus the primal, hairy pectorals. His thrusts grew stronger as another pair of abdominals formed, longer than the rest, and leading straight down towards his groin. The presence of the delectable ten-pack left gave more power to the pounding he was giving, heralding more rapid cracking from the windshield and the hood letting out a metallic groaning under their combined weight.

His knot, already swollen with mass pressed up against his nephew's ass.

"Don't tie, Uncle Eli," panted Liam. "Hard to put on your Symbiont if you're buried in us."

Eli heard those words but couldn't do anything about it. His body was completely engulfed by the swirling firestorm of pleasure, falling at the mercy of his Symbiont which was in control. The young creature understood and followed, pulling them back but still maximising the pleasure that rocked them both. This brought to focus his thicks which grew wider and bigger than even his nephew's. He would never be able to walk straight with those two monstrous tree-trunks again and would be forced to adopt a jock-like half-strut, half-waddle. Not that he or his Symbiont minded.

The position was perfect for his balls which swelled to the size of oranges, allowing them to sit comfortably between his legs, protected but also left to dangle tightly against his cock, ready to leak and eject semen at a moment's notice. Similarly, his cock swelled while deep within his nephew. Though he couldn't push further into his nephew anymore without risking tying, each thrust brought on another half-inch of growth, burying himself deeper and deeper into the wolf and filling him. Liam squirmed beneath him; the anticipation of birthing his uncle's Symbiont and the familiar of being stuffed by a monster cock of a Department man making him writhe in pleasure.

Eli found himself coming closer and closer to orgasm. As his calves ballooned out into huge, meaty hearts with such hardened edges that it could cut diamonds, the pressure from his cock grew and his balls jostled violently; the quaked before the eruption of a volcano. His toes curled, claws digging deep into the hood of his once-precious car, tearing through the metal and causing the hood to buck beneath him. All the added weight caused the tires to abruptly pop, the loud whistling of the air being release matching the increasingly loud whine rising from his throat, a whine that was quickly developing into an ear-shattering howl.

The pressure in his cock and balls was becoming unbearable; the eruption just a few more thrusts away!

The prickling all over his body was suddenly seized up, frozen in a second of pure bliss. His jaw popped open, his eyes fully back in focus and his back arched. He was staring at the ceiling. Before he could comprehend what was happening, all that tingling flushed straight towards his cock like there was a massive whirlpool draining everything from him; everything from the numbing sensations of his Symbiont, the jealousy he had felt all his life over his brother's success and Liam's muscular build and the feeling of stagnation that had clouded his future. All of it poured from his arms, legs, head and chest, funnelling towards his balls which gave one last spasm.

He gave one last thrust, his knot slamming hard against Liam's ass but not plunging in. The cry from his throat came out with enough force and volume that the it shook tools right off the shelves. The final thrust had enough force that the already damaged windshield completely shattered; a good thing Liam was holding onto the hood for stability. The biggest flood of cum he had every produced came rushing right of his cock, shooting out of his monster sixteen-inch cock and straight into Liam beneath him. There were no spurts in between, no spasms that shot load after load; it all came out in one powerful, continuous torrent like an unattended firehose. All the while, he was overcome by the powerful, blissful blast of orgasm that never seemed to end even as one minute passed and another and another.

Beneath him, Liam's eyelids fluttered as he felt his uncle's cum and Symbiont flood into him. His own Symbiont - Levee - caught the young creature in the torrent of seed. Just like his own when he had first been turned completely, Levee comforted the young creature, soothed its separation anxiety and taught it all it needed to know. The bond between progenitor and spawn was unbreakable and from now until they died, they would be connected. Liam smiled to himself as that bridge between him and his uncle was forged. He hadn't been lying when he had told Eli that all that nagging had been his attempt to ensure his uncle was around for a long while. The difficulty had been expressing his desire of companionship and comfort ever since his mother had died. With this bond, that desire was halfway completed.

His grin was immediately turned into a howl of ecstasy as his Levee said his uncle's Symbiont off with one last, tender hug and gave it its name. It, pooled with Liam's own cum, came rocketing out of the younger wolf's balls and shot out in a tremendous eruption from the lupine dick. Liam's claws bent metal beneath them, holding on tight to the roof of the broken and battered car. Hot seed blasted out of his dick, his arched back catapulting past his head and splattering onto the trunk and roof of the lime-green, rusty car. He gagged momentarily as the first load finished its blast then continued his howl as the second came shooting out of his cock, riding the waves of ecstasy as it rocked his body with the promise of more to come. The rain of seed splattered the entirety of the car's rooftops before raining down on his own muzzle. He tasted some of his own seed, lapping it up and ending his howl before the flood began splattering all over his chest, bathing him in its warm, gooey liquid. The high had to end, however and he collapsed onto the car, his firm ass forming a large dent in the hood. The last blast of cum was a deep navy blue, almost black and it almost got lost in the sea of white that covered his chest.

Above Liam, Eli became suddenly aware of a deep emptiness inside of him. His Symbiont was missing and he looked down at his nephew, the coppery-red wolf's black and red eyes caught in a daze and tongue flopped out to the size. He fought the urge to collapse atop his nephew, clutching the wolf's thighs for support.

"Liam..." he panted, panic rising from his chest. "Liam... I..."

"We know, Uncle Eli..." moaned Liam softly, rolling his head. "We know... Just... Just give me a second." Even as he said this, one of Liam's massive paws loudly extracted itself from where it was buried in the hood of the car, peeling away with a loud, metallic grinding noise. Eli watched that paw rove through the layer of sticky cum on the pup's chest, gliding down as if searching for something. "Ah... There you are..."

Slowly, Liam lifted his paw, revealing a navy-blue jockstrap hanging from his thumb, covered in cum that it was quickly absorbing. Unlike the one that he wore, this jockstrap had an unbuilt black cup nested under its pouch.

A real man's jockstrap.

Eli's eyes brightened and a smile touched his features. "I'm going to pull out now."

"Be gentle," moaned Liam in response.

He was, pulling away slowly even though every fibre of his being screamed to slap that jockstrap on his junk and be one with his Symbiont. He slipped off the car and gazed at his Symbiont with a loving expression. The name 'Cloud' was drawn across the elastic of the jockstrap.

Cloud... Just like the clouds of smoke I couldn't live without.

But now, I can't live without you.

When the last inch of his cock was out of Liam, his nephew offered him the garment.

"Last chance to back out, Uncle Eli," Liam said in a daze, a happy smile on his muzzle. "Do you to put on Cloud and become one of us?"

Eli didn't need to answer and took the jockstrap from him. He slipped one leg through a harness. Just that act alone sent the familiar tingling sensation rocketing through his body. Like two lovers meeting one another again an eternity after being separated. A soft moan left his features as he slipped his other leg through the strap, pulling it up towards his groin.

He would be Eli 'Cloud' Stockton.

The cup against his balls and he let out a gasp, the connection between himself and Cloud strengthening with the gesture. The control his Symbiont had over his body was so intense that Cloud easily commanded his cock to shrink back into his plump sheath.

Cloud... I'll never be apart from you again.

He lifted the elastic of the jockstrap, letting it hover his sheathed dick.

Not stuck. Not bored. Not alone.

No cloud over their lives.

His eyes fell shut, a smile on his features.

For the first time in my life, I am whole...

He let go of the jockstrap, letting the cup hold his groin perfectly and the elastic fitting on him perfectly.

...We are complete.

Eli opened his eyes, inky black clouds seeping out from the corners of his eyes and consuming everything save for the burning red irises that glowed like a sun.

Liam propped himself up on the cum-covered hood of his former car. "How do you feel, Uncle Eli?"

He grabbed his nephew's paw, pulling him up from the hood and bringing them together in a passionate kiss. Shorter and stockier than his nephew, he was nonetheless tall enough not to force the pup to lean down to make the contact. Liam clearly loved his chest hair as well as he raked his paws through the thick, golden forest.

Eli broke the kiss for a second.

"We feel great."

Then he went right back to fucking his nephew.

******

The ear-shattering howl and thunderous roar rocked Stockton Garage and Repairs. It was a good thing that it was a Saturday because no one was really around to really hear it. The neighbouring gas station and the library had a few curious patrons but they mostly ignored it as old Eli Stockton yelling at his afternoon dramas again. Little did they know that this particular cry produced a new jockstrap and Symbiont.

Peter, one of Eli's employees panted and collapsed onto his rump, cock wet with cum and his new, huge, hairy, muscular form heaving. Eli always knew that the gorilla looked up to him and he was glad that the boy had taken after him - literally. Just like him, the ape was a hairy fucker and just like him, his jockstrap was one with an inbuilt cup. He allowed himself to ride the afterglow for a long moment, only being brought out of his daze when another howl and cry erupted from upstairs.

"Looks like Liam and Yan are finishing up," he chuckled. "Damn. Here we thought we'd last longer."

Reaching down into the thick ocean of cum that now soaked the floor of the break room, he found the dark red jockstrap with the name 'Crash' emblazoned on its strap. He turned towards Peter, the gorilla's eyes wide in relief.

"So Pete," he jostled the jockstrap in his paws. "Do you want to put on Crash and become one of us?"

The gorilla was immediately on his feet. "Fuck yes! All the fuck yes!"

Peter eagerly slipped on his jockstrap with as much haste as he had going into the conversion process. Eli shouldn't have been surprised that they had finished earlier than Yan as the gorilla had been all too eager to join. Now that he looked at it from a gay man's perspective, he was fairly sure Peter had a crush on him. There would plenty of time to explore that now, however.

Peter's eyelids opened, revealing the same black and red eyes that Eli now sported.

"You look fucking good, Pete," he greeted.

Peter flexed his huge, hairy biceps. "Fuck yeah we do!"

Eli moved to ravage those muscular, vascular arms when a loud ringing hit his ears. Frustration welled in his chest as he held up a finger. Both he and the gorilla were definitely eager for round two. It would be the first time Pete would have sex alongside his fully-formed Symbiont and that was always mind-blowing. But Eli had a business to run. At least until he moved operations to the old high school that was now the Department's base of operations.

One of his golden eyebrows rose as he noted who the caller was.

He picked it up, pressing it to his ear.

"Cameron, hey. What's up?"

"Eli?" asked his younger brother wearily. "Are you sick? You sound different?"

"Fine," he answered, fighting the urge to use 'we'. "Never better."

"Right... well, I'm finally free from the office. Mayor Colton Martinez clearly wants to do something about the government goons running around town. His numbers are tanking and with another election coming up, he's worried he might lose." Cameron was clearly pissed because he was using full names and titles_._ "Anyway, I'm heading home. Do you need anything?"

A devilish grin crossed Eli's features. "Naw. You sound tired. How about we close up shop and meet you at home? We'll have a nice surprise for you."

"We?" Cameron yawned. "Right... You and Liam. Sure that sounds nice. See you soon."

"Love you, Cameron."

There was a pause on the other end and a bit of hesitation entered Cameron's voice. "L - Love you too... erm... Eli. Love you too."

The line went dead and Eli turned his grin up towards the ceiling. Cupping a paw over his muzzle, he shouted for his nephew.

"Hey Liam! Finish up! Your dad is coming home!"