THE PERFECT PAIR

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Jockstraps: Claiming Cameron

Two days in the office nonstop with no break to go home and rest was brutal by any standard. However, Mayor Colton Martinez had been adamant about his polling numbers and the impact the government agents had on his popularity. Complaints had been flooding in from the five hundred or so residents of the small, sleepy town of Gauymore, Utah. Indecent exposure, loitering, breach of privacy. Then there were the wilder complaints such as conspiracy, mind control and even aliens. That was what happened when something changed in a small town; everyone wanted to get involved even if it meant coming up with some bullshit just so that they could be the centre of attention.

As the Mayor's closest - and probably only - adviser, Cameron Stockton was neck-deep in all of it. For the entire week, the overweight wolf with deep, ruby-red fur had been going through the handwritten letters and emails that had been sent to the mayor's office, trying to sort the paranoid and attention seekers from the legitimate concerns. One would think there wouldn't be that much given there were only five hundred residents in Gauymore but since nothing ever happened in the town, that just meant that people were more inclined to complain even more.

A glance at the clock revealed that it was two in the afternoon. At first, his weary mind had interpreted that as two in the afternoon on a Friday. Then he remembered he had received the call from Colton's office at five in the evening just as he was about leave for weekend. That meant he had been working until _two_of the following day. How he had managed that, he wasn't sure though the inordinate amount of caffeine probably had to do something about it.

What was it those studies said? Twenty-four hours without sleep drives a man insane?

Groaning, Cameron lifted himself out of his plush, leather seat. It almost felt like he was stripping off a scab, like the leather had been fused with his flesh. He looked around his hot, humid office. Even with the A/C at full blast, the enclosed space filled with books and a mountain of letters was stuffy and felt cramped. Lack of sleep made it seem like the walls were closing in.

It was time to go home. Colton could wait until Monday for his report.

He still couldn't believe how quickly politicians could backtrack on their decisions. A glance over at his computer screen and he could still see the sticky note on his desktop announcing the date when the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance would into Gauymore. It had just been a short three months before then when Colton had announced the arrival of the Department and how much hype he had built over their arrival. Income and relevance was meant to be generated from the deal with this unknown branch of the government.

I suppose we should've been suspicious when no one bought any new houses...

But all the Department had done was take over the old, unused high school, built walls around it and existed in secrecy for a long while until they started opening for job interviews just a week ago. His older brother, Eli, had mocked Liam, his son, over his lack of employment. Liam had pushed back saying he didn't want to work for 'the man'. But after some convincing and a job application designed to placate a grouchy uncle, Liam had actually gotten an interview.

I wonder how he'd done, Cameron mused. Though given that he hasn't called or sent an email, he probably didn't get it.

He straightened the red tie that he had loosened during the course of the night and grabbed his jacket from the back of his seat. Even though it was a hundred degrees outside, he prided himself in being perpetually professional. The trek to and from his car wouldn't be long enough to cook him in the dark blue slacks and jacket. A bit of discomfort rose from his belly as he pulled the buttons to a close around his oversized belly.

Eli worked with his paws all day and was a constant smoker, attributing to his young brother's skinny almost malnourished physique. Liam had gone to California and still had the advantage of youth so was relatively healthy. Cameron had neither of those qualities and being stuck behind a desk in Gauymore, and had developed a rather large gut. Over the years, he had gone from a medium, to a large, to an extra large and now, to an extra-extra-large. Though it shamed him that he had let his body go so much, he prided himself in keeping his mind sharp. No one could ever claim that Cameron Stockton was not a hard worker.

All this stress wasn't good for his heart but at least he could still lay claim to a full head of blonde hair which was currently sticky with sweat and plastered to his skull in clumps. He could feel two day's worth of stubble prickling at his jawline. First thing he would do when he got home; he'd take a nice, long shower, shave and then sleep until the sun rose again.

Just as he finished buttoning his jacket, his phone rang.

It was Colton.

"Jesus Christ..." he groaned, reaching for his phone. "What now?" He plucked the receiver from the phone and, putting on his most pleasant voice, said, "Mayor Martinez, what can I do for you?"

"It's a disaster, Cameron! A fucking disaster!"

Cameron had to keep himself from shaking by catching his weight on the broad, wooden table. "Calm down, Colton." He took an unusually long pause between sentences just to keep himself from snapping. "What's wrong?"

"The government is throwing some sort of party on Tuesday!"

If there was a limit, it would have been reached ages ago but through sheer force of will, Cameron kept himself from exploding in fury. "Colton, there's nothing wrong with throwing a celebration."

"You don't get it, Cameron. They're inviting everyone_in town. Don't you see what this is?"_

"No," he growled, his temper rising. "I don't."

"It's a power move! Regardless of whether they're doing this consciously or not, they're going to divide Gauymore. The people who are for the Department are going to sing their praises after Tuesday and those that are against will hate them all the more. It'll tear this town apart!"

Cameron ran a paw down his face, keeping himself from reminding the mayor that it had originally been the mayor's idea to accept the offer from the Department. He had advised against it. The government had no business in the small town of Gauymore and they would only want to set up a 'regional headquarters' if they wanted something. Maybe it was oil, gold or something else but he had been suspicious. Now that they were bound to an agreement, the paranoid mayor was trying to find some legal loophole through Cameron to back out of the deal.

"Colton," he sighed, "you're being crazy." Before the mayor could protest, he gave a sharp 'uh-uh' to indicate that he wasn't done talking. "If the Department are throwing a party to warm over the citizens, that'll only work in your favour. Remember, your polls are sinking because people don't trust the Department. So if they, without any public prompting from you, host this party and win over a few votes, it will only look good on you."

"I... I... I suppose you're right."

Thank God...

Cameron visibly relaxed. A mistake as his belly began pushing up against his jacket so he had to suck it back in. "Good. Now listen, I'm going home."

"It's only two in the afternoon!"

"I've been working on your request all night long, Colton. On a weekend no less. You're lucky I'm doing this for you as a friend or I'd be charging you the overtime. I'll talk to you on Monday."

"But -!"

"Good day, Colton."

He slammed the receiver down a little harder than he had intended but he had enough of Colton's paranoia. An election was coming up in a few weeks and he understood why the mayor wanted all his numbers up but it had been Colton's worry that he wouldn't win that had gotten them here in the first place. No matter how much Cameron insisted that Gauymore would never elect another mayor - mostly because no one else wanted the job - the current holder of the office still insisted on 'doing something big' to secure his victory for another four years.

I just don't get politics...

But that was why he was just the town's lone lawyer and not mayor no matter how many times some of the more prominent - and that term was used lightly - citizens insisted that he should run. The only opinions he ever need to worry about was that of the law and in a small town, there was no amount of people who would rather rely on him when it came to the law than do their own research.

Tried as he was, he still took the time to neatly pack up his desk, arranging the papers perfectly in the inbox or outbox as necessary and making sure to lock up any private letters to secure them. When that was all done, he reached down to the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled up some screen wipes and gave his lone monitor a quick swipe, making sure not to leave any streaks. A bottle of Lemon Pledge was next and he have his desk healthy coating before brushing off the dirt and dust that had gathered over the past day.

Only then did he pick up his leather briefcase, the same one that he had purchased when he got accepted into law school, and headed out the door of his quiet little office. There was a waiting room just outside and his receptionist manned by his receptionist Irina. She was a local girl, a fox. A teenager who had graduated high school some years back but never made it out of town or got a tertiary education. She was expected to help run her family's clothing store but seeing how so few people needed new clothes, she spent most of her time with him.

To his surprise, there was someone else in the waiting room apart from Irina.

She was a rather tall, busy gazelle with long, silky, platinum blonde hair that was almost completely white. She stood well over his 5'6'' and looked like a supermodel. Not the kind with ridiculously large breasts or an oversized rear either. She was well proportioned, fit and didn't have any trace of makeup on her stunning features.

"Irina," he began, "why didn't you tell me we had a client?"

Irina's chubby, white cheeks turned red. "Oh... Uhm... Sorry Mr. Stockton. This is... this is... uh..."

"Charlotte," answered the gazelle, holding out a hand towards him. Her grip was strong, commanding. "I was just here visiting as I have come to be rather well-acquainted with Irina's mother. I believe you know her. Henrietta?"

How could he forget? Henrietta Rhodes was... quite the character. Born and grown right here in Gauymore, the older fox was notorious for spawning a lot of kits with many different men. She had so many paramours that people had just stopped counting. Soliciting her for sex was just as easy as winking at her in the right way though she did_have a 'bring your own condom' policy. Too bad that policy was only implemented_after she already had seven kits. Little wonder Irina couldn't afford to go to college.

"I am familiar with Miss. Rhodes," answered Cameron with a curt smile. "I take it you're not here for any legal advice?"

Charlotte waved a paw through the air and let out a musical laugh. "Oh my dear, no. I'm visiting from the next town over of Bushland. I've from the Office of Virtuous Unity and Maintenance."

He tried to scan through all the known 'offices' he had committed to memory but couldn't come up with one that could be shortened to 'OVUM'. It might have been the weariness from working more than twenty-four hours straight with little but caffeine to sustain him.

"The what, sorry?" he asked.

"I believe you've encountered out counterparts," Charlotte said with a pleasant smile. "The Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance?"

That organisation he did know and he was immediately on guard. Was OVUM sending someone to spy on him because they suspected that Colton was trying to oust them? Could Charlotte be here to recruit Irina or extract some information from her?

"You're working with the Department?"

"Of course. We all work for the government of these United States." She placed her hands on her wide hips in a half-sassy, half-sultry pose. "But where the Department is more focused on uplifting the men of this town, the Office is far more geared towards understanding women and their needs." She winked suggestively towards Irina. "Isn't that right, my dear?"

The young fox couldn't reply and just ducked her head.

What was that? Cameron wondered.

"That sounds a tad... Sexist, if you don't mind me saying," he said.

The Office agent threw her head back, her silky white hair moving like a perfect, white-gold wave. "Oh my. I suppose it does seem that way. But trust me. Sometimes you need women to talk to women to get from them exactly what they need and to be honest. Same reason why sometimes, guys are only open to other guys." She tilted her head to the side with a pleasant smile. "'Locker room talk', I believe is the best term for it. Or 'dressing room gossip'. Depends on your take."

Cameron was unconvinced and he was still of the opinion that Charlotte was hinting that she had been sent specifically to spy on him through his assistant. As quickly as those thoughts took root, however, he dismissed them.

I'm starting to sound like Colton.

Innocent until proven guilty, Cameron. Innocent until proven guilty.

Forcing a smile, he said, "Well, I hope you and Irina have had a productive chat. I'm going to be calling it an early day."

"Early?" Charlotte said, surprised. "From what dear Irina has told me, she locked you in here overnight because you insisted on working on something for the Mayor. You were here already working by the time she bought you some coffee. Did you even go home?"

His suspicions were rising again. Why would Irina tell anyone that?

"Unfortunately, no," he responded trying to brush off his terseness as weariness. "Which is why I'm heading home now. I need to rest my eyes."

"Make sure to enjoy the rest of your weekend," Charlotte advised. "I'll discuss Irina's departure with you come Monday."

He went rigid and locked gazes with the Office agent. "I beg your pardon?"

The gazelle briefly looked towards the shy fox who ducked her head in embarrassment. "Ah, I see Irina hasn't told you yet." She turned back towards him. "OVUM has actually extended an offer not only to Irina but her three sisters and her mother to move to Bushland and work for the Office. It has spectacular benefits and great career growth opportunities."

"What are you saying?" he growled, hackles rising.

Charlotte lifted her hands as a sign of non-aggression. "I don't mean to imply that the opportunity you've given her isn't appreciated but even you must admit that there isn't much hope of progression past your assistant. We're offering Irina and her family college-level certifications while she works for us and the opportunity to travel beyond Gauymore. Beyond Utah even."

That did sound like an excellent opportunity. He definitely couldn't fault Irina for wanting to transfer outside of boring, old Gauymore especially since the most excitement she'd ever have in any given day was one client coming in complaining about some stray leaf from a neighbour's house landing on their lawn. A day for her would mostly have consisted of getting Cameron is morning coffee and then sitting at the desk just waiting for something to happen until lunch. After an hour break, it was mostly the same until five in the evening when they would leave and lock up the office.

Going to Bushland and getting a college-level education with benefits coming from a government agency was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Still, as a lawyer, Cameron hated being surprised so he latched onto the one thing that he could pick out from the spiel; the sexism.

"Just her sisters and mother, huh?"

"Of course the Department will take care of her brothers," Charlotte said calmly. "Our agencies are working to make the lives of every American better, Mr. Stockton, especially those that feel they have been abandoned by the government out here in the middle of nowhere."

"And what exactly do we get in return?" he asked defensively.

Irina slowly rose from her seat. "Mr. Stockton..."

Charlotte lifted a hand, beckoning her to silence. "Mr. Stockton." Her smile returned. "Cameron."

"Mr. Stockton," he corrected.

"Right. Allow me to allay your fears." She clasped her hands behind her back, all business. "You are an intelligent man. You went to Harvard. On a scholarship no less. Your parents died when you were young, your older brother supported you by working the garage your father owned before he passed. You made an effort to excel in your studies to find a better life outside of this town, graduated with top marks and got certified as a lawyer. You married, had a child and instead of getting a high-paying corporate lawyer job in the city, you instead moved back home to help support your brother. Your wife died in a car accident while your son was just seven years old and you've stayed in this town ever since, raising your child on your own and working hard. So hard, in fact, that you've become the Mayor's unofficial adviser even with little recognition or increase in pay."

Trying to state facts and disarm him with her knowledge of his life. A common tactic amongst lawyers. It wasn't going to work, however. Cameron kept his skills sharp and when he wasn't working on minor cases from Gauymore, he watched videos of actual courtroom hearings - not those shown on television - and read transcripts of said hearings, constantly studying and trying to better himself. He adjusted his glasses slightly, preparing for what was to come next.

"I'm sure you can understand the necessity of ambition and Irina's desire to reach beyond this town," Charlotte finished. "We in the Office and Department believe that everyone's opportunities should not be restricted based on economic hardships, circumstance - and yes - gender. However, we also understand that the desires of men are very different from those of women and the two departments work together_to ensure that the citizens who are forgotten by the politicians in Washington have equal opportunity to realise their dreams without having to settle for something like staying in one town because that's where they grew up in and pumping out children because there's nothing else to do but watch the sun rise and fall and _fuck."

Cameron was momentarily stunned by the harsh use of profanity but quickly composed himself. "And if they don't want to leave? If the people don't want to change?"

"Then that is their decision," answered Charlotte curtly. "But I see where this is going." She turned her hazel eyes knowingly towards Irina. "Tell us, Irina, dear. What do you want?"

The fox, showing more conviction than she had ever shown in the years that she had worked for him, fully got to her feet and levelled her gaze at him. He could swear she was taller for it.

"Mr. Stockton," she said firmly. "No. Cameron. I want to go work for the Office. Please don't try and stop me."

His heart melted and his composure slackened. "I never meant to. I was just worried." He lifted his paw in surrender. "Okay, okay. I understand. Thank you for letting me know." He nodded towards Charlotte. "Let's talk about the details on Monday."

"I'm sure you'll find an appropriate replacement by then," answered the gazelle with a knowing smirk.

It's funny but given how small this town is, I probably will.

With one final nod, he left the office, the door chiming as it shut. The heat of the afternoon hit him like a wave of molten magma; almost enough to push him back into the office. With a grimace, he staggered from his little office in what could be generously called the town proper to his car behind his property. He was out in the sun for less than a minute but already he was sweating through his shirt. The inside of the car was not much better so even as he opened the door, he let the stagnant, hot air flood out before he even dared to enter. The seats were like hotplates but he endured it long enough to shut the door and turn on the A/C at full blast. About ten seconds of hot scalding air followed before the machine finally began pumping cold air at him.

With a sigh, he reached for his phone and hit his contacts.

His older brother picked up on the third ring.

"Cameron, hey. What's up?"

It sounded like one of those days when Eli had something to do. His brother was always happiest when he was working with his paws.

"Eli?" he asked wearily, taking not of his brother's deeper voice. "Are you sick? You sound different?"

"Fine. Never better."

That would have to be something he'd deal with later. Right now, he was too tired and the encounter with Charlotte had left him a bit sour.

"Right... well, I'm finally free from the office." Before he could stop himself, he was unloading on his brother. "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." That was when he managed to reign himself in and bit his tongue on Charlotte and OVUM.

Surely the PR department of the Office knew how their organisation's acronym would be construed.

"Anyway, I'm heading home," he concluded. "Do you need anything?"

Please don't need anything. Please don't need anything...

"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."

A 'surprise'. Maybe Liam had gotten the job after all. Was that why Eli was so happy?

Would there be a conflict of interest if I'm working with the mayor to oust the Department and my own son is working for said Department?

He decided not jump to conclusions. As a lawyer, he needed all facts before he started firing off accusation.

"Love you, Cameron."

Now that was weird. The 'love' between him and his brother had always gone unsaid. Neither of them had ever really said 'I love you' to one another. It just wasn't something brothers said to one another except in some bizarre fantasy that he may_have had here and there. But that was far from his professional life and he would _never act on it. Still, it was nice to hear Eli say it. That little gesture soothed the pain from his very long day.

The question remained on how he should respond without implying incest.

"L - Love you too... erm... Eli." That sounded hesitant. This was his brother. There was nothing wrong with love between brothers. "Love you too," he repeated more firmly. Then he hung up and let his arm slump into his sides, the cool air washing over him.

Five, maybe ten minutes passed before he finally pulled out of the parking lot and started heading for home. Being such a small town, it only took a short while to get back to the 'suburbs' of his home. As he pulled up, he took notice of his son's red electric car and the big, black truck that sat right beside it. The brand new, black tow truck was definitely a new sight and would explain Eli's good mood.

He didn't have the energy to be angry.

Even if the funds to pay for that truck would have come from their shared account.

An account that he kept healthy with Eli only contributing what little he got from his garage.

Goddamnit, Eli...

Fighting back a sigh, he straightened his back as much as his hunched posture would allow and padded towards the door. Personal and professional life had to be separate as much as possible. The moment he left the office, all the worries of the office, all the complaints and all the cases that he had to deal with all day would remain at the door to be picked up the next day. Part of it was because of client-attorney confidentiality but the other part was that he didn't want to burden his family with whatever was stressing him out.

I have to be the pillar, he reminded himself. For Eli and for Liam.

Though he was only able to manage a faint, lopsided smile, he pushed open the door with little less weight on his shoulders and stepped through.

The stench hit him almost immediately.

Sweat, musk and sex. That was all his sensitive nose could pick up and it was almost enough to send him reeling back out the door with his paw over his nose.

"Oh god! What is that smell!?" he exclaimed, coughing slightly. "Eli! Liam! What did you do in here?"

There was no reply. Strange as it may seem, the interior of the house was spotless. Everything was in its place and nothing was askew but the aroma was just so overpowering that it was almost like a choking miasma hung in the air. Cameron held the door open for a little longer, hoping the stink would just blow away. That only seemed to intensify the stench. Gagging, he slammed the door shut, hoping that his son and brother would finally hear him and explain.

"Guys!" he bellowed. "Why does it stink in here!?"

He set down his leather bg and pulled off his jacket. Pressing the sweaty garment over his muzzle, filling his nostrils with his own stink helped somewhat but the memory of the overpowering odour still let his eyes watering.

"Where are you two?" he demanded.

Still no answer.

Maybe they aren't home yet.

Then another possibility hit him.

What if that truck outside isn't Eli's? What if I'm being robbed and my son is currently being held captive somewhere in the house by some stinky hobo that lives in his deceptively clean tow truck!?

Panic began filling his veins and his heart responded in kind by racing faster than it had ever pumped before. Calling the cops seemed the best option but if he was wrong and this was all some misunderstanding, he would be in big trouble especially since the sheriff didn't much like him. That was the problem about being the sole lawyer in town. The authorities arrested people and it was Cameron's job to prove them innocent. Rarely was he called upon to prove someone's guilt. Sheriff Darryl Braid was likely to have his tail the moment he realised he had made a bad call.

Cameron referred to his training as a lawyer.

_Trust the evidence. _

First, he needed a defensive weapon. Picking up his briefcase filled with documents, he clung onto the handle like a projectile, ready to throw or bash it against someone who showed the first signs of danger. Next, he padded towards the kitchen. No one there. Everything was clean and tidy. No signs of struggle. Grabbing a knife would made him feel safer but that could also mean he could accidentally injure someone if he panicked. The last thing he wanted to do was to slash Eli or Liam if they surprised him.

The briefcase would give him enough time to distract the culprit and make a desperate call to the sheriff's office.

Daring to follow the scent permeating the air, he headed towards the back of the house where the odour was getting stronger. It was definitely coming from one of the bedrooms. Eli's room - the master bedroom since Cameron firmly believed in respecting his older brother - was closest. A wave of relief washed over him when he opened the door and found no one inside. The scent of Eli's aftershave and deodorant partially masked the smell of sex but it was about as effective as when Eli tried to hide his smoking habits.

He proceeded down the hallway, the aroma getting even stronger.

A new theory popped into his mind and his stomach twisted into knots at the idea.

Liam... Please be okay.

He pushed open his son's bedroom door. The carpet let out a loud, wet squish. The wave of foul odours hit him with such force that he physically was pushed back. As the bedroom came into view, his heart sank. The walls were painted with white, goo and some of it was even dripping from the ceiling. The dark blue carpet had been turned several shades lighter thanks to having absorbed what was undeniably semen. His son's sheets were all over the place. If the kitchen hadn't shown any signs of struggle, this bedroom surely did. Liam's desk was broken in two right down the middle with his cushioned chair sitting crumpled in the corner like someone had turned it into an accordion. The bed was ripped to shreds, claw marks tearing open the mattress while the wooden frame was snapped in places. It was a miracle that the windows remained intact even though the curtains had been ripped and pulled off their hooks.

"What the...?" he breathed, stepping into the room. His worn, dark brown dress shoes sank into the damp carpet. "Liam..."

That panic came rushing through his chest once more and he hurried into the room, searching for any signs of his son. Never mind the questions about how someone could ejaculate so hard that their seed managed to splatter onto the ceiling. Everything was devoted entirely to finding Liam.

"Liam!" he cried, moving to the other side of the wrecked bed. When he didn't find his son there, he went straight to the closet, pulling the doors aside. The clothes were all stained in cum as well. "Liam!"

"Aww, what's wrong little bro? No love for me?"

His heart froze and he immediately turned towards the source of the voice and the sole exit to the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, his enormous frame barely fitting with one shoulder in the room and his ears brushing up against the top of the frame, was Eli Stockton. Only this wasn't the emaciated, sunken-eyed smoker with a receding hairline that Cameron was used to coming home to every day.

This Eli - for it was undeniably Eli - was a beast. A huge, hairy beast.

"E - E - Eli?" he stammered. "Is that... is that you?"

Eli was completely naked save for a dark blue jockstrap with an inbuilt cup nestled over his gargantuan junk. "No one else, little brother." He lifted one arm, flexing it and pushing the veins across his forearms past the thick, golden hairs covering the limb.

"What happened..." His voice trailed off as his eyes widened in realisation. All those complaints about those men that had come in and taken over the high school, they all looked like Eli. "The Department..."

"Always knew you got the brains of the family," Eli said with a grin. "And more. Fuck, Cam. You're the smartest guy we know!" He entered the room, having to go in one shoulder at a time. When he spread his meaty arms, his biceps alone were bigger than Cameron's head. "Come and give your big bro a hug!"

Cameron instinctively retreated a step. With the soaked carpet and the fact that his back was against the open closet, he toppled backwards on a loose shirt and crashed into the cum-soaked laundry. His muzzle was wide open, shaking in terror as the giant that was both familiar and alien at the same time approached him.

"W - What did they do to you!?"

"Made us whole," answered Eli with was a shrug of his huge shoulders. "Made us better."

"'Us'?" Then it clicked. "Oh God... Liam!"

Eli snickered. "He's down in the basement. He's actually the one that turned me, you know. Got the job at the Department, came over here and got us to join as well!"

"He turned you into... into..." Cameron gestured wildly at his older brother. "... into this? My son? He did this!?"

His older and now much bigger brother placed his paws on his hips. "Yeah. And let us tell you. It was fucking amazing. Speaking of fucking..." Eli looked about he room apologetically. "Sorry about the mess we made. Liam is a hungry pup and you were taking so long to get here. Us Jocks got to keep physically active, after all. Tried to limit the sex to his room but the smell..."

The fear and shock in Cameron's chest began turning into disgust. "Wait a second... Sex? Did you..." Slowly, he panned his head from one side of the room to the other. "... did you have sex with my son?"

"Hell yeah!"

Cameron immediately recoiled, lifting his arm up against his chest to provide some form of barrier between him and this beast. "What? That'd disgusting!" Working up his courage, he lowered that arm and turned it into an accusatory finger levelled directly at his older brother. "It's also illegal."

Eli rolled his eyes. "Come on, Cameron. We're the fucking government. We decide what's legal and what's illegal." He stuck out his tongue playfully and leaned down, having to almost bend his back entirely just to get near the fallen Cameron. "And besides, isn't there some part of you that's a little curious what it's like to fuck your brother? To kiss your son? To cuddle up next to your family and stroke their cocks?"

"No!" he cried, scrambling back into the cum-covered closet as much as possible. "Of course not! What's happened to you, Eli!? You've never had these thoughts before!"

His brother shrugged dismissively, those cannonball shoulders rising and falling easily despite their size and mass. "Maybe not but we've also never fucked and been fucked by over a hundred guys in one night." A mischievous grin touched his features. "Being in the Department is a lot of fun, Cameron. Trust us. Guys like us can't sit still for extended periods of time. Just got too much energy. Working out is an option but there's only so much equipment that you just got to fuck around because that's the only way you can get tired or fall asleep. It's the Symbiont."

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. Eli was providing him with a lot of important information. Maybe if he could collect enough, he could bring it to the Mayor. Solid evidence is what they've needed. The Department and now OVUM have always avoided any legal action because they were seemingly squeaky clean and technically held authority over the Mayor. However, if they could get some solid evidence they could take it Congress or even the President! And if they were in on it too, they could just take it to the people. Surely not everyone would like the idea of being turned into enormous, family-fucking freaks!

With this in mind, he lowered his arm, using the movement to distract Eli while his other paw reached into his pocket and fidgeted with his phone. He had the record function on a shortcut since he used it so often when discussing cases and jobs with his clients.

"Symbiont?" he asked. "Is it... an alien of some sort?"

"Fucked if we know," Eli said with another mountain-moving shrug. "We were just integrated yesterday, you know, and most of that was spent fucking around."

Not enough. Got to get more evidence of illegal activity.

"With my son.Your nephew."

Eli bobbed his head from side to side. "Really only the first time when he birthed my Symbiont. He took me on tour of the place and..." The bigger, hairy wolf laughed. "Honestly, that place is huge and it houses so many guys. Not only from out of town too. Lots of locals have joined up. Hard not to 'get hard' when you see cute little Harry Trent all beefy and big. We had to fuck that tight ass."

"Harry Trent?" repeated Cameron, trying to keep a fearful stammer in his voice. "The high school dropout that worked at the pizzeria for the past seven years?"

"That's the one. He ain't gonna fit into that uniform anymore!" Eli tilted his head to the side. "If you want, we can invite him over. You can see just how big he's gotten!"

"That's... That's okay," he stammered. "Back to the Symbiont... what... what is it?"

Eli gestured at the jockstrap latched onto his groin. "This guy!"

It took him a second to comprehend what he was hearing and seeing. "Your... underwear?"

"Yep! This is Cloud! Check it out!"

As fast as lightning, the jockstrap with the cup turned into a blue-black goo, liquefying before his very eyes before peeling away from his brother's crotch. The goo slipped out of view but by the soft groan from his brother, he guessed it must have slipped into his ass crack and inside_of the titan wolf. Horror and disgust churned in Cameron. But also a bit of... curiosity. He had grown up with Cameron and often times, they had to share showers because of draught or to save water so he had seen his brother's cock and balls many times. The gigantic genitals in front of him were those of a _monster.

Part of him wanted to reach out and touch that meaty sausage and those two, tight, orange-sized balls; to make sure they were real and not prosthetic. But he resisted. Those were his brother's_balls. He was not going to touch them even if it _was for science. Bringing his focus back to what had revealed those genitals in the first place, he switched lawyer-mode back on and tried to remain calm.

"Your... Your underwear..."

"Yep!" Eli exclaimed proudly, grinning from ear to ear showing perfectly white teeth, straight. As a smoker, his brother had horrible teeth but now they were spotless with his fangs sharpened like daggers.

"It just turned into goo and... went inside of you?"

"Pretty much! But It's not like you can really separate us. That's just Cloud's outward appearance. We're connected up here." He pointed at his temple. A wistful expression touched his face as he lowered his paw towards his heart. "And in here." Then, that smile turned lewd as he reached down and cupped his balls. "And down here."

"Of course..." Cameron muttered in disgust, remembering exactly where he was laying. "So what? The Department infected you with this Symbiont through my son and turned you into this... this..."

Eli turned around, paws still on his hips to flex his back. A network of veins popped up from his ass and snaked their way down the back of his thighs. "Picture of perfection? Hell yeah! You'd love being just like us, Cam. You'll get rid of that extra weight like you've always said you've wanted. And you get to fuck like crazy." He glanced over his broad shoulders, barely able to turn his head given how thick his lats were. "Plus, we're both in the Department now. It'd just be like running a family business."

"Except I'd be fucking my older brother and son all the time," Cameron stated. If what he had gathered so far wasn't enough to incriminate the Department, that statement surely would.

"Well, only if you want to." Eli turned back towards him, a loud sloshing noise erupting from between his ass. Cameron caught a glimpse of the blue-black Symbiont creeping out of his brother's ass only to wrap itself around the enormous wolf's junk again. It solidified a second later into a nondescript jockstrap with the unbuilt cup. "There's a _lot_of guys to fuck. In fact..."

This was good. Incest. Mind control. Aliens. Government conspiracy.

My God... all those crazy letters were right!

Eli turned, cupping his paws around his muzzle. "Hey Liam! Get in here!"

Fuck! Liam is coming? I'm not ready for this...

Cameron steeled himself. Once he saw his son, he was sure he wouldn't be able to think rationally. He needed to get all the evidence he needed now before he said something compromising that would invalidate his recording in the court of law or even to the public.

Leave no room for doubt.

"And just to clarify," he said evenly, holding up a paw once again to distract Eli from his other paw which was still firmly in his pocket. "Putting on this... this Symbiont will make you gay?"

"So gay," Eli snickered. "But not like flaming gay or drag-queen gay. Apparently there's different types of Symbionts for those." He bounced his pectorals, strips of muscle appearing even beneath the thick, golden fur on his chest. "We're the 'gay jocks' if you wanna call it that. The muscle guys that love being big, strong and having all the dick. Think all those stories about those big football players being gay _without_the sexual repression and homophobia."

That was the last thing he'd ever expect to hear from Eli Stockton. Though he never expressly said it, Eli was always a big proponent of the traditional image of a 'real man'. Guys who styled their hair or got a manicure were 'sissies' to him and anyone who spent too much time in the gym would be a 'closet homo'. A narrow perspective but that was what happened when you grew up in a small town where all anyone ever talked about was who slept with whom and who was pregnant with whose child.

"Right..." Cameron said slowly, wondering what else he could extract from Eli. "And what is your end goal here?"

"To take over the town and turn it into a powerhouse of industry."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait... what?"

A huge shape suddenly appeared in the doorway carrying two enormous hundred-pound dumbbells, one in each paw. Body glistening with sweat and every muscle perfectly defined and chiselled, Liam Stockton stepped into the cum-covered room like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Cameron's jaw dropped open upon seeing his son.

"Dad! You made it!"

Stunned at his son's transformation, Cameron could only gawk as Liam bounded over to him and pulled him to his feet, catching him in a tight hug. Though his son was drenched in sweat, he smelled clean; almost pleasant really. Eli gave off the pungent odour of a man but Liam had a very neutral scent. It actually masked the awful stench of drying cum and sweat all around him. He was also much less hairy and very clean-cut.

"Uh... Yeah," Cameron mumbled. "I guess I did." He gently pushed Liam away, grabbing the bigger wolf's biceps. "Let me get a look at you."

Everything in his vision was utterly consumed by firm, sweaty muscle and plump veins. It was impossible not to be in awe. Part of him had always feared his son would turn out just like Eli - a smoking, deadbeat without any ambition - and his fears were partially realised when Liam had come back from California slouched, skinny and without a plan in the world. The point of California was to open up opportunities for his son not lock him in to a life of mediocrity in Gauymore.

And yet, now that Liam was this huge hunk of a wolf, he couldn't help but feel that his fears were partially realised. Liam and Eli were almost exactly the same; enthralled by muscle and masculinity that the Department offered. Never mind that it had been Liam that had converted Eli. They were both trapped now.

But there's still hope. I can still_bring them back._

Eli draped an arm over Liam's shoulder while the other paw rested comfortably on the shorter Cameron's shoulder. Cameron tried his best not to shy or flinch away.

"Cam, you've got to realise Gauymore is a fucking dead-end town," said the hairy wolf. "If you don't get out early, you'll be stuck here forever and if you ever come back just like you and Liam did, you'll be sucked right in and never escape. Dreams go to die here, man."

"Now that's not true," Cameron responded defensively. "You can accomplish a lot here in Gauymore."

Eli challenged him by lifting a finger. "Name one_good thing that's come out of this shithole. And don't bother saying Liam or me 'cuz we both know we're _both better after the Department got to us."

Got me there...

When he could not respond, Eli continued.

"The Department is turning us gay, yeah, but that's to keep us from fucking around with the women and pumping out more kids because Gauymore is a fucking baby factory, man! All anyone ever wants to do here is fuck around because there's nothing else to do. What's worse is because we don't even have a local college, no one who stays here has any real prospects! The Department is changing that."

"Show me," Cameron challenged. "Show me exactly how all this..." He gestured up and down at Eli. "... is 'good for the town."

"Are you sure, dad?" chimed in Liam. "We can show you but there's no guarantee you won't start the process to becoming one of us. You can always say 'no' and back out but let me tell you, it is really hard to back out once you're in. No one has ever quit the Department."

Perfect. That's exactly what I need but I need more.

A voice recording wouldn't be enough to provide evidence against the Department if something had to be 'shown'. Even if he described something, there would always be room for doubt. 'Beyond reasonable doubt' had been ingrained into him.

Basing what he had seen so far on a hunch, he pulled out his phone. "Would you mind if I took pictures?"

Eli's eyes brightened and his tail began wagging enthusiastically. "You know what? That's a great idea! How about I take pictures of you as well! Before and after shots! It'd be great for PR!"

Wait... are they actually planning to use these before-and-after transformations?

Why would they do that? It'd be a disaster!

Are they losing their brains on top of gaining muscles!?

Quickly ending the recording, Eli shakily said, "Uh... Sure." He quickly brought up his phone and switched to photo mode. Eli began posing for him, taking on some typical bodybuilding poses. In the scant light of the cum-covered bedroom, those obscene muscles were very well accentuated; looking even bigger than they were. Even with all that excess hair, every curve on Eli's body was perfectly sculpted like a photorealistic painting or a marble statue.

"Okay," his brother announced, lowering his arms, "your turn!"

"I... I don't think that's necessary," Cameron said, lifting his paw.

"Come on, dad," Liam urged, taking his phone from him. "You'll be the front man for the Department and you'll attract everyone outside of Gauymore! You're the Harvard graduate who came back to Gauymore and became part of the Department! It'll be great!"

"Fine but keep the phone to the camera mode," he warned, wagging a finger at Eli. "I may get big like you but I am still a lawyer and there is such a thing as client-attorney confidentiality."

Eli, who had the camera up at eye-level, peeked past it with a grin. "You serious, Cam? You wanna join us?"

"I have a choice?" he joked, crossing his arms defensively. Liam took a picture, the phone letting out that soft 'click-click'.

"Well, yeah. It's not like we force this shit on you. Everyone gets to make the choice of whether or not they wanna join the Department." He held up four fingers. "We ask you four times if you wanna join. Every time you say 'yes', you get a little deeper. We even make sure that at the last time, you get one hell of an orgasm to clear your head. Even take your Symbiont from you so that you're not influenced by it."

"Wait..." Cameron said, holding up a paw. "What do you mean 'take your Symbiont from you'? Am I already infected?"

Eli cocked his head to the side. "Dunno. We Jocks integrate others through muscle worship. It gets to people in different ways. Liam got it because Dominic, the guy he works with, started working out in front of him and he just had to touch those killer legs and abs of his. We got it when Liam started flexing in front of us and he and Dominic began worshiping us." He held up his other paw and made a scratching motion behind his head. "If you're starting to feel a little bit of a buzz in the back of your head, you've already got a Symbiont."

"How does that work exactly?" he asked, both perplexed and worried. "How exactly do you transmit a disease through 'worship'? Just through touch?"

At the same time, he held his breath, searching for that 'buzz' that Eli described. Thankfully, it didn't feel like there was anything there. He resisted the urge to reach up and scratch the back of his head.

"Not an exact science, Cameron. Well, maybe it is but we don't know. Flex for us."

Rolling his eyes, Cameron lifted one arm as if he was flexing. Maybe there was some part of Eli still in there. Always looking at the short term and never the big picture. One step at a time even if the road leads to nowhere. There was another soft 'click-click'.

"And I can always back away from this?" he asked, turning his gaze towards the door. "Am I signing my soul over to the government or something?"

"Of course not! Turn around and show us your back." Cameron did as he was told while Eli continued to explain. "You can _always_leave if you want. Hell, if any time during the process you decide you don't want this, we just give you a shot, you cum so much you literally blow out everything you remember about the process, the Department and your Symbiont and then you go about your life. Though we _are_going to take over Gauymore. You can't stop that."

We'll see about that.

"My turn!" Liam exclaimed, tail wagging happily. He jumped onto the broken bed, ignoring the cum that lathered over it like poorly congealed soap. A bit of pride welled up in Cameron's chest as he watched his son flex those obscene muscles, striking poses that accentuated every curve and made every vein pop.

"Looking good, kiddo," mused Eli, approaching Liam with a sultry look in his eyes. He passed the phone back to Cameron leaving the younger sibling fumbling to reorient the phone towards the two. Eli scratched his left pectoral, an audible scraping sound emerging from his thick chest hair rubbing against one another. "You've got a little something there."

"Huh?" Liam asked, confused and lowered his arms. "Where?"

The seductive words that came out of Eli made Cameron's throat dry. "Right here."

Before Cameron could protest, Eli had approached his son and pressed his lips against Liam's left nipple, causing the youngest of the wolves to tilt his head back and let out an 'Oh' of bliss. Liam wasn't even resisting the touch and grabbed the back of Eli's head, pressing the older wolf against his plump pectoral and even flexing his muscles with a snarl to heighten the pleasure. It was clear from the way Eli's paws hungrily roved Liam's torso that he too was enjoying this.

Every part of Cameron wanted to scream at them to stop. That was his son after all. Logic dictated that this was perfect, however. Incest would surely cause a raucous. There was no escaping this sin and a video would leave little to no doubt that anything was doctored or manipulated.

So he just kept recording.

"Fuck, Uncle Eli," moaned Liam kneeling down slightly. Now their muzzles were just inches from one another. Their lips met in a passionate union, tongues slipping and sliding out between their joined muzzles. It was only a brief kiss, maybe three seconds, but it stirred the monster in Liam's lone jockstrap and forced Eli's cub to start sliding down his crotch to reveal that meaty sheath again.

"This is so unnatural..." Cameron muttered.

Eli's ears flicked towards him. "What was that?"

Thinking fast, Cameron pointed at his brother's crotch. "Just saying how weird it is that your jockstrap is moving on its own like that."

Eli glanced down and snickered. "Yeah well, Cloud likes to be out and about when we get hot and bothered." He placed a foot up on the bed, making the mattress and the supporting structure beneath groan in protest. "How about we show our audience just how sexy being part of the Department can be?"

Would glorifying the idea of turning into a freak be good?

If he could twist it in such a way that they were clearly trying to recruit others into what could effectively be called a cult then that would immediately trigger the public. So he bit his tongue and kept his phone steady as his own brother moved behind his son, fingers caressing those immense lats. Eli licked Liam's neck, sliding up and down those corded muscles while Liam continued to flex, lifting his arms over his back and sandwiching his uncle's head against his.

There was no missing the big, meaty rod starting to expand and stretch the fabric of Liam's jockstrap. Cameron was sure to get it on screen as he continued to record. The video was just passing its seventh minute and already the two wolves were kneeling in the cum-covered sheets, grinding against one another. Eli lapped at Liam's thick, vascular biceps, his paws sliding down his nephew's flanks to grip the firm bubble butt. Liam flexed every muscle

that was touched by his uncle, showing off both for Eli and for Cameron at the same time.

The sounds of their lips smacking against one another mixed with lustful moans formed the score to the highly sexualised scene. It hid the noise of Cameron's rotund belly gurgling, bubbling and twisting. Beads of sweat rolled down the rust-red wolf's brow as he tried to maintain his composure. Though he had always been good at multitasking and managing his workload, Cameron found himself overloaded as he fought to keep his attention on his two relatives molesting one another just a few feet away from him, the heady smell of sex, man and cum invading his nostrils and now the strange sensations coming from his stomach.

Cameron was utterly mesmerised by his brother's affectionate worship of his son's chiselled body. Fingers roved the pups solid abs, grabbing each slab of meat like it was a handhold on a sheer, vertical climb. Cameron instinctively sucked in his gut. Muscles that had softened over years of disuse and buried under layers of fate were suddenly rejuvenated. The tightness around his shirt eased, the fabric and undershirt pressing up against a soft wall of abdominal muscles barely visible beneath thin, white fur. Given the copious amounts of body fat that he had harboured, his fur had always remained somewhat thin since his body heat could be maintained by the fat alone.

Eli's fingers followed the gentle curves of Liam's Apollo's Belt. At the same time, Cameron's pants loosened. With less weight around his waist, the belt that was already at its last hole had less to grip on. Still mesmerised, he barely noticed as his pants began to slide down from his waist. A slight off feeling pierced the cacophony of stimuli; he was used to having every inch of himself clothed but a faint warm, tingling sensation told him to ignore the sudden feeling of air between his pants and waistline. Instead, he should just spread his legs a little to catch the garment as it slipped from his waist down his thighs. He barely even noticed when all the fat from his legs began to gurgle away, the loose flesh and skin fading back into his body to a sound like leather stretching. Even the rim of his pants fell halfway down his thighs, he didn't notice.

Liam's cock was fully hard, stretching his jockstrap to an obscene length to accommodate for his huge sixteen inch cock. Even with that beast, Eli was unperturbed as he rested one paw against its length and the other cupped the pup's massive orange-sized balls. One of Liam's paws gripped his uncle's forearms, helping to guide the attached paw up and down his shaft. The other curled around Eli's neck, pulling their muzzled together into a scandalously, steamy kiss.

As if Eli's own paws were snaking down his own crotch, Cameron's cock rose to attention. The ghost of his brother's paws snaked up and down his cock and fondled his balls, mirroring what was happening to his son. These added to the overwhelming sensations that flooded his body. The tingling sensation that had so far been restricted to the back of his mind immediately pounced on the opening and spread all over his body, leaving the fingers clutching his phone shaking. The moan that rose from his throat was in perfect harmony with his family's, like he was right there with them.

Unable to focus and totally swept away by these strangely alien and yet familiar feelings, Cameron told himself to focus on recording the absolutely arousing scene in front of him. His paws shook, bones stretching and veins popping against the back of his palms. His finger momentarily slipped over the camera and he immediately pulled his paw away. Where a second ago, he had to hold the phone in both paws, he was suddenly able to grip it in one. That didn't seem at all that odd to him as he it meant he was free to reach down and pull his modest six-inch cock from the fly of his white and blue striped boxer shorts. His fingers wrapped around his dick, sliding up and down his shaft in tandem with the long stroked from Eli on Liam.

The minutes on his phone continued to tick away, reading its ninth and with it, he licked his lips. The following moan that came from his throat was slightly deeper as his neck stretched upwards. The layers of fat that had given him the thickness to his neck was absorbed into the underlying muscle, feeling it with mass and replacing it with thicker cords. That double chin began shrinking back into his throat but with muscles and bones broadening, the capacity for breathing grew and there was only so much he could take in from his nostrils alone. Panting helped and as he took in more and more air, his chest began to expand.

The tightness that had once constricted his belly moved towards his upper torso. Pectorals that had remained flabby and saggy firmed up, rising in defiance to gravity as they sucked up the fat that had been redistributed from his belly. His nipples remained downward facing even as the underlying muscles hardened. For the first time ever, a hard divide appeared between his pectorals and his collarbone became visible underneath all the layers of fat. A grunt left his throat as he felt the tightness of his shirt across his chest. The vast prickling sensation numbed him to the discomfort, allowing him to keep his eyes hungrily watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Eli and Liam broke the kiss, their eyes opened. Their irises were glowing a bright red. Against the dim light of the cum-covered room, they were clearly visible especially as their sclera turned an inky black. For a second, Cameron worried about that but then Eli began moving. His brother pulled away from Liam revealing the monster red dick that had sprouted from his crotch. His cup-jockstrap combo had migrated towards his balls, holding the precious, orange-sized orbs protectively while allowing his erect cock, knot and all, to be unhindered. Eli moved without being restricted what could easily be considered a third leg, moving in front of Liam and giving his nephew another impassioned peck. Their muscled bodies compressed their cocks against one another, Eli's back obscuring the meeting of the two logs. Cameron shuffled slightly, moving to the side so he could catch those two spires of vascular, red flesh compressed between a rigid set of abdominals and nestled between two sets of plump pectorals. Eli was leaking like a faucet, his precum coating Liam's fabric-covered jockstrap. With practiced movements, Eli pulled his tongue out of his nephew's muzzle and traced the pup's jawline, following it down the corded neck and across the defined collarbones. The blonde, hairy wolf didn't have to drag his tongue far across the mountains of Liam's pectorals before he was nuzzling the cock wrapped in a ridiculously elastic jockstrap.

"Urf..." Cameron grunted, the video now reaching its twelfth minute.

Liam caught the sound and winked at him. "Come on, dad. Why don't you join us?"

His feet were moving before he could control them. He was crossing the short distance between himself and the couple, his cock still in his paw and the other gripping the phone for dear life like it was the one bastion of sanity in the swirling maelstrom of forbidden sex, steamy chaos and numbing buzzing. He twisted the phone into a portrait position so he could catch both Liam and Eli in the picture though it was impossible to get _all_of them given that they were so broad and wide but he at least could get a Eli's broad back and that fiery gold mane running down his back as well as Liam's grinning features.

The moment he came to a stop, the prickling sensation intensified in his feet, cementing him in position. As if unwilling to keep him from moving from that position, his toes thickened and grew, pushing right up against the worn leather of his formal shoes until the outline of his feet were clearly visible against the training polished frame. The tingling spread up his calves, pulling the saggy flabs up from where they almost looked like teardrops up to just below his knees where they firmed up and began thick, firm and even as vascular as Liam's biceps. All that weight he bore had to be supported by something. His shins crackled, bringing a sharp intake of breath while they stretched and slowly forced his perspective to rise. He automatically adjusted the angle of his phone as he gained a few inches, too occupied with watching his brother nuzzle his son's cock through that stretchy, black jockstrap and his own cock throbbing with need between his fingers.

Fifteen minutes into the video, his thighs inflated. Tough muscles pushed up against the layers of muscle. Hardened quads became visible beneath his thin fur but had softer edges than either Liam or Eli. Thick veins crawled over the mountains and valleys, all feeding towards his crotch and pumping blood towards his cock and balls. That buzzing sensation left his legs and pumped straight into his balls, flooding those orbs until they were plump and heavy, the size of walnuts. They jostled so roughly against his sack that they began weighing down on the furry flesh, pulling his sack down until they were hanging very low. The pumping from his paw pulled the prickling towards his cock, urging the mass to flood towards his length and pulling it two inches longer with a single, thick vein spiralling around its length like a big, green vine. It widened in his paw, pulling his fingers apart, forcing his grip to loosen slightly. A good thing precum was pouring out of his cock at a rate that could have matched an unchanged Eli. They were brothers after all.

Brother... Fuck... We're brothers.

The moment of clarity was brief as the tingling began spreading from his pumping dick up his arms. The flab that had left his forearms and biceps loose and jiggly was sucked up by hungry muscles. They didn't seem to grow any bigger but they certainly hardened, a sound like cement grated heralding his bones lengthening and his veins pumping more mass into his growing muscles. One such vein managed to push up against his bicep though it was still hidden by his increasingly tight shirt.

Huffing and puffing, Cameron could barely noticed that the video had ticked over to its seventh minute. This was the longest he had ever gone aroused and he couldn't hold on any more. A loud, deep moan rose from his throat and he shuddered.

No. I... I can't!

He had to ask himself why? Why couldn't he cum? Because it was his brother and son? Because it would compromise his evidence?

N - No...

Why? Why shouldn't he cum?

No... Longer... Got to last... longer!

But he couldn't. Pressure was building in his balls. Perhaps because his boxers were still wrapped tightly around his thighs and his newly inflated balls were being cupped by the fabric uncomfortably or because it had been so long since he had ever gotten a chance to pleasure himself that seventeen minutes was a marathon for him but his precum was growing increasingly thicker.

His limit was reached.

Just... to... eighteen minutes!

Despite these thoughts, his paw was moving of its own accord and jerking his meat with increasing desperation.

Twenty more seconds!

Nineteen! Eighteen!

Maybe his body or his Symbiont was growing impatient with his self-control but a sudden burst of that same tingling sensation struck his shoulders. The seams of his shirt tore, revealing the fur beneath and the hardened muscle that had caused the fabric to explode.

Seventeen! Sixteen!

A deep grown rose from his throat. His traps erupted, pushing the newly freed fabric of his shirt up towards his neck; first was his left trap which flung his head to the right with its sudden, explosive growth. Then it was the right, throwing his head back in the other direction; like he was trying to say 'no, just a little longer!'

Fifteen! Fourteen! Thirt -

His spine popped, forcing his head back and his chest out as it stretched upwards, giving him another few inches of height.

... Thirteen! Twelve! Eleven! Ten!

The shirt tightened against his chest and rode up from his waist with the added height. His toes curled, bracing for the intensity of his mounting orgasm.

Nine! Eight! Seven!

Cameron squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the primal impulses raging within him. Somehow, he still managed to hold onto the phone and keep it angled even though he was effectively blind.

Six! Five!

He bared his fangs, a feral snarl rising ripping out between his teeth.

Four!

Saliva frothed at the corners of his muzzle.

Three!

His paw slammed against his knot.

Two!

Every muscle in his body suddenly went rigid.

One!

Cameron's eyes snapped open. "Fuck!"

His hot, molten seed came streaming out of his canine dick, shooting out in high arcs into the air before raining down on Eli's back. There was such force the blasts that his cum splattered against the back of his brother's head, landing in the thick golden-blonde hairs. Despite all his reservations, Cameron couldn't stop bucking his hips, each thrust sending a fresh coat of semen over his brother's well-defined back. His ragged gasps signalled his crumbling resolve as waves upon waves of pleasure struck him, washing away those reservations and filling it with the warming buzz of afterglow.

Or is that the Symbiont?

Am... Am I infected?

The strange tingling sensation in the back of his head confirmed it.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his cock spluttering the last of his cum out onto Eli's back.

Defeated and exhausted, Cameron staggered back, his grip on his phone finally giving out. It took him a second to realise that he had been holding up a phone in one paw for the better part of twenty minutes. Most people couldn't even do five let alone ten. His new, beefy arms probably had something to with that. He was just about to stop the recording when he noticed something strange about the seed that was all over his brother's back.

His cum was travelling down his brother's form and was being sucked up into his jockstrap.

"Wow..." was all he could manage as he watched the scene unfold. "If you could do that, why didn't you clean this mess up?"

Eli straightened, rolling his shoulders as the last traces of cum vanished into his jockstrap. "Cannons like these produce a _lot_more." For emphasis, he turned to face Cameron and gripped his cock. "And with a lot more force. Easier to clean up after guys like you."

"Guys like me?" he repeated, immediately switching off the recording. He didn't want the next parts of their conversation to be publicised no matter what happened to him. "Aren't I like you now?"

Liam hopped down from the bed and moved towards him, holding him tightly in a firm embrace. Feeling his son's huge cock press up against him, just inches away from his muzzle made his cheeks go as red as his fur. "Aw, of course not dad. You're just in Stage 1. Your Symbiont is still really in its infant stages right now. Even if it's fully matured, it can't really control you."

"That's not true!" he protested, taking a step back away from his son. "It made me do that!" He turned towards Eli, gesturing wildly at his brother. "It made me come over there and... and..."

Eli shook his head. "Cam, when will you realise? The Symbionts don't control us. Yeah it may change our preferences are little but we _want_this. It's not making us do anything we don't already want."

"That's bullshit! I would never have sexual fantasies about fucking you or my own son!"

The two hulking wolves exchanged knowing glances. Liam placed both paws on his shoulders, holding him tightly and looking him straight in the eye. That red glow and darkness in his son's eyes were gone, replaced by the same green he had always possessed but with a bright shine in them; the shine of someone freedom from responsibilities, stress and worries.

"Dad, listen to me," said his son evenly. "We know all your life you've been worried us. You've always had to be 'clean' and 'proper' because that's what you expected of yourself. You never let yourself relax and worked yourself ragged just to support us. The things you've done for us has been insane and you've sacrificed so much for us both. This is your chance to let go. To be yourself."

Cameron took another step back, brushing aside his son's paws. "This isn't me! This is the Symbiont!"

"Is it really, Cam?" Eli asked, standing next o his nephew. "If you want to leave, just tell us now. We'll take you to the facility, get you the shot you need and then you'll never have to worry about us again."

"I can't just leave you like this!" he exclaimed, waving his phone at them both. "This isn't you! It's the Symbiont!"

"So what if it is? We're happy, Cam." Eli clapped Liam's shoulder. "Our lives have direction now. We've never felt so alive!"

"It's playing tricks on you! It's messing with your head! I need to find a way to save you!"

Liam stepped forward again, forcing Cameron to retreat a step himself. "Dad," said his son. "As a lawyer, you know it's ultimately up to the client to decide how they want to proceed." He made a slicing motion through the air. "You can give them all the evidence, promise them millions of dollars and even guarantee it'd resurrect their dead loved ones but all you can do is advise them. They have to make the decision. Right?"

He didn't like where this was going but he did offer a nod.

"So you've got to believe us when we say we don't _want_to be saved. There's nothing to save us from." The smile on his son's face was so genuine. So free...

Maye if he was free, he could smile like that too.

"But... this... this isn't natural..."

"Who are we to decide what's natural and what isn't?" asked Eli. "You know in about twenty tears, the world's population would double right? We'd have fourteen billion people on the planet and more than half of them will be starving because there just wouldn't be enough resources to go around. The Department is solving that problem by making sure idiots like us don't fuck around and pump out more kids than necessary while turning us into productive members of society. Yeah we go gay and yeah we fuck around with other guys even our own relatives but think about it Cam." Eli tapped the side of his head. "We're not just bigger. We're smarter too. Imagine what we could accomplish with all this. Imagine what you could do now that you won't have to worry about us."

Cameron squeezed his eyes shut and defiantly shook his head. "I can't just abandon you two!" He pursed his lips, lifting his gaze and locking his eyes directly with Eli. "So I guess I'll have to join you."

Liam and Eli both looked surprised at the conclusion.

"Wait... really?" his son exclaimed. "No joke?"

"Yeah," he said, offering a shaky smile. "I mean it. I'm not going to lose either of you too. I'm scared but if you're both there, I don't think I have to be."

I won't be able save them... and I won't be able to save myself either.

But maybe someone else can.

All he had to do was send the recording to Colton, leave a message and then the gears would be in motion. He might lose his mind, he might end up fucking his own son or being fucked by his brother but at least he'd be with his family. The rest of Gauymore could be saved by Colton but if he had to throw himself into the abyss with his family, then he would willingly do so.

"That's great!" Eli exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. "Hey, just to seal the deal why don't we show you what we did with the basement?"

Okay, before they drag me in I need some time to send this message to Colton.

Just need to find an opportunity.

"Sure," he said, nodding nervously. "Sounds good."

The basement was small, dark and cramped. His two beastly men wouldn't be able to move in there so if he could find a little corner to type out his message and send the video, he'd be set. He would willingly embrace the jockstrap that would turn him into a cock-loving beast just like his brother and son.

One look at his arms left a knot in his stomach.

Already halfway there, I guess.

Pulling up his pants was a chore but for a different reason. His waistline was no longer the issue. Rather it was his heft balls and thick thighs. After a minute of struggling, he gave up and just resigned himself to keeping his fly open as he had to half-walk, half-waddle through the house with Liam and Eli acting as escorts. Being as big as they are, his fellow red wolves had to stride through the house in a sort of bizarre strut where they had to always put one shoulder in front of the other as they moved. It was a strangely mesmerising movement and he was tempted to turn around and walk backwards so that he could gawk at Eli moving.

Damn Symbiont. Already messing with my head.

Don't have much time.

The basement could be accessed through the kitchen though it was really less of a basement and more of a small, underground walk-in pantry. All they had used it for in the past was to store preserves and old cooking utensils that they never used. What surprised him, however, was that the steps had been converted to concrete. Liam led the way, pushing open the door and flicking on the lights.

What met him was not the same basement that he had occasionally visited in all the years he had lived here. It had to be at least as wide as the house. The floor was covered in a spongy, black mat with workout equipment scattered all over the floor or placed neatly in racks. The walls were lined with mirrors. A few load-bearing pillars interrupted the very professionally-built home gym, decorated by motivational posters. There was even an A/C unit built into the walls.

"What... When..." Cameron stammered. "... huh?"

"Right after we were initiated last night," Eli said, gently pushing him forward so he could step into the gym. "Well after orientation too. We came down here and began excavating. Other guys from the Department helped too." He winked knowingly at his younger brother. "We're faster, more resilient and stronger than the average guy, after all. With just twenty of us and all the funds of the Department, we were able to do all of this overnight and still have enough time to go to the garage and convert Pete and Yan."

My God! Peter McKlowski and Yan Zhan? God! They're spreading faster than I thought! I've got to send this message to Colton ASAP!

"What do you think?" Liam asked, ears pitched forward curiously. "Do you like it?"

Cameron pulled himself from his thoughts and gazed around the gym. It was cleaner and more organised than anything on the ground floor. "It's... something. How'd you get all this done without the neighbours noticing?"

"Pretty sure they noticed. You probably got a lot of complaints about it."

There are so many complaints I couldn't keep track...

"Probably didn't get there yet if you just did this last night," he muttered. "What about all the wiring? The electricity and plumbing?"

Eli patted one of the pillars. "Still there. Just rerouted through the pillars. The guys in the Department aren't all super-secret agents of the government, you know. Some of them are plumbers, electricians, construction workers. Guys with average jobs. We've got to for Phase 2."

Wait... there are Phases? Maybe I should start recording this again.

There was no way he could subtly start up a recording given how his pants barely fit him anymore. So he started wandering around the gym floor, keeping his phone in front of him to avoid the gaze of his family.

"Phase 2?" he asked loudly. "What's Phase 1?"

"We're in Phase 1 right now, dad," Liam answered. "Integrating ourselves into the town, converting the guys and letting OVUM have the women."

Should've known Charlotte had something to do with this!

"And Phase 2? What is it?"

Liam sat down on one of the weight benches. Seemingly subconsciously, he reached out, grabbed a 90-pound dumbbell and began a set of curls. "When everyone is converted and the town is just full of guys, Phase 2 kicks off. It's when we start expanding Gauymore and turning it into a production powerhourse."

That surprised him and he turned to face the two with confusion. "What?"

"We told you," Eli chimed in, perching himself on a nearby bench press and starting to lift the incredible two hundred pounds with frightening ease. The huge, hairy wolf didn't even pause as he executed his reps. "The Department doesn't just want to turn us gay to curb overpopulation. Its mission is to make sure towns like ours, the dead-end towns that lie forgotten and don't lie dead to the world, starts contributing to the rest of the country. It varies from location to location what the ultimate goal is but it gives everyone a purpose."

"And what exactly does the Department have planned for Gauymore?"

The town had no major imports or exports but was fairly self-sustaining. In ages past, it had been a major stopover for people travelling across the country but these days, it was largely passed over by faster highways. Maybe there were natural resources nearby but no one had ever bothered to look. Why spend resources on a small down like Gauymore who was only good for casting votes and pumping out kids with minimal education?

"It ties in with us being Jocks," replied Liam, switching arms to curl. "The Department plans to open some manufacturing plants here. Bring the industry back to the US instead of relying on imports. Because we always have to be physically active, it's actually plausible to have a 24-hour manufacturing plant or give us jobs that need a lot of physical activity. Given we're also stronger than the average guy, we can do things most people can't."

"We're planning on opening some farms too," added Eli. "So we're not always depending on the Shortens and Millows for produce."

Given that they were in Utah and it was mostly desert around, farming was very tough but the Shortens and Millows had made do thus far. Droughts were always tough but the only real reason that the town remained populated for so long was because they could sustain themselves with local produce. The supply was always just barely enough to meet the demand, however, so there was little chance of expansion.

Now that Cameron was thinking about it, was what the Department doing really bad?

Seems like they have this planned out.

First get the people via - admittedly nefarious - methods.

Second, use those people to turn this deadbeat town into a material contributer.

"Is there a Phase 3?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Open up Gauymore to the public," answered Liam, dropping the weight with a loud thump. "Once we hit Phase 2, Gauymore is gonna be erased from the map. Won't be that hard since we don't get many people coming here anyway. We need to work in private and really can't risk people wandering in and spilling the secret before we're ready. Think about it; a utopian town full of guys that are smart, strong and self-sustaining that just happen to fuck one another is pretty suspicious, don't you think?"

"It would cause quite an uproar."

Just like my recording...

"People can't deny results," Eli said, racking the weights. "Once they see just how productive Gauymore is and the fact that a lot of the shit that they buy comes from our manufacturing centres, they'll be more inclined to keep the program going. Hell, they might just send their guys over here to be integrated so that they can make something of themselves. The Department pays really well, you know."

"Money isn't everything," he protested, knowing just how weak that argument was. "But I can see how that can be appealing." He sat down on one of the weight benches, his shirt straining against his new frame. "What's the end goal? You going to turn everyone in the US gay? You know that's unsustainable."

"Totally," Liam answered. "That's why people are allowed to leave the Department or OVUM if they want. People's desires might change. They could decide to have kids later on. That's totally acceptable. The cities being converted by the two agencies are everywhere but they're not targeting major population centres." Liam beamed at him. "We just want stability, dad."

Stability by curbing the wanton population growth and boosting industry. It was a solid plan. More and more, Cameron found himself incapable of refuting these arguments.

Damn Symbiont... Messing with my head and convincing me this is all good.

Movement caught his attention and he lifted his gaze. Liam had abandoned his weights and was now moving towards Eli. At first he thought his son was just going to spot his brother but then he noticed Liam was moving towards Eli's feet, a lusty glow entering his pup's eyes.

"What are you two doing?" he demanded, his voice cracking. He knew exactly what they were doing; that much was evident with the pole of meat stretching Liam's jockstrap.

"Sorry dad," Liam said, licking his lips. "We got riled up back there. Thought working out would help out but watching Uncle Eli pump his pecs has got me hard. We need some of this ass."

Eli chuckled as his meaty, hairy legs were pushed wide, revealing his ass. He gave Cameron an inviting waggle of his eyebrows. "Why don't you come over here and join us, Cam? You still want to join the Department, right?"

Cameron's throat went dry. "I... I..."

His words died in his throat as Liam lifted Eli's legs, propping those thick calves onto his broad shoulders. The loud sound of thick goo sloshing about emerged from Liam's crotch as his jockstrap liquefied, sliding off his long, canine pole and slipping over his engorged balls, over his vascular thighs, over the mounds of his tight glutes and finally deep into his ass crack. There was a practiced edge to Liam's motions as he angled his dick into his uncle's ass and pushed the pointed dip into the awaiting ass. Eli bit his lower lip, arching his back and letting out a deep grunt like booming thunder. Liam's hips bucked, pushing an inch into his uncle just as his irises began glowing red.

"Fuck, Uncle Eli," grunted the pup. "Always so fucking tight!"

Another thrust and Cameron instinctively found himself mirroring the gesture. He could almost imagine that cock inside of him; hot, piercing and pulsating. The pickling of his Symbiont began spreading from the back of his head, wreathing his entire body in an inner that felt so warm and comforting but he also wanted to reject with every fibre of his being.

"Fuck," Eli grunted as another thrust and inch buried into him. "Sorry about this, Cam. Jocks like us just got to keep active. If we can't workout, we gotta fuck. Fuck_hard_."

That thrust had Eli inadvertently bucking his hips again, pushing him one step closer to the two. The buzzing all over his body intensified. A phantom of his son's cock was pushing deep into him just as the real one was burying itself into his older brother. His mind kept telling him that this was wrong. Lusting after his own flesh and blood was illegal. He shouldn't like it but at the same time, he had surrendered himself to his fate.

He'd join his son and brother in the lust. He'd be on the wrong side of the law for once.

And it would feel good.

So why am I still resisting?

"Urf!" Liam snarled, baring his fangs, burying himself another inch deeper and pulling Cameron even closer. "Sometimes... oh fuck... Sometimes we can't even sleep because we've got to.. Really - urf - exhaust ourselves before we can. Just means sex before bed all the time."

Cameron realised he was holding his breath and finally let it out. The moment he did, his shirt seemed to tighten around his chest. He couldn't take breathe in without threatening the integrity of his garment. But why resist? He wanted this. He wanted to see what it was like to be the bad boy for once; to stop being so proper and just go wild. The life offered by the Department sounded like a fantasy. No care for responsibilities, just fucking around regardless of social norms and relationships all the while being what the public would consider 'monsters' or 'freaks'. Strangely, his mind wandered back to all those complaint letters sitting on his desk and the idea of people gawking at him, calling him a 'beast' behind his back got his cock springing back up to attention despite his balls being drained by an explosive orgasm just fifteen minutes ago.

That's so hot.

That though triggered his chest, his muscles inflating once more and pulling the fabric wide. Gaps shaped like diamonds appeared against his shirt as the buttons tried to hold his shirt together valiantly. The pressure against his chest made his eyes water, blurring his vision. He reached for his glasses, tearing them off for a moment to wipe away moisture. When he blinked, he was surprised that his vision was perfectly clear.

His eyes had been fully corrected.

Then Liam thrust into Eli again.

Pop!

The top most button of his shirt sprang away, sailing halfway across the room and striking one of the pillars. Both his son and brother noticed. Eli grinned at him.

"You're enjoying yourself," accused the golden-haired beast. "You sure you don't want to join us?"

Cameron glanced at the phone in his paws, still recording away.

I've got to send this to Colton.

But Liam pushed another inch into Eli.

Pop!

Another button went flying off and his gut sank further back, not about even with his plump pectorals. His feet were aching in his shoes.

If I don't send it now, I might not be in the right frame of mind!

Another thrust and another inch.

Pop!

Another button.

The leather of his shoes began to tear, the welts tearing away from the sole with a loud ripping sound. Bits of stitching desperately tried to hold the two parts together but his clawed toes pushed through them, snapping each strand and leaving his toes to finally spread out free of the confines of his shoe. Perhaps there was something symbolic in that act and the relieving sensation that came with it.

But that was his higher mental functions trying to analyse and rationalise something that just felt good.

At one point, he just had to say...

"Fuck it," he growled and set his phone down on one of the very same weight bench that Liam had abandoned a few seconds earlier. He marched with purpose towards Eli, each step solidifying that intent in his legs and falling in line with one of Liam's thrusts. The pants that were barely clinging onto his thighs groaned in protest before letting out a defeated ripping_noise from the seat. The slacks quickly fell away right down the middle and he shucked them off dismissively. The boxer briefs rode up his thighs with the ballooning muscles. Each mound was bigger and thicker with each step though nowhere near as defined as Liam or Eli's. Still, big, plump veins coursed over the muscles, seemingly originating from his crotch or perhaps _feeding into his cock, causing his new nine-inch member to pout out of his brief's fly.

He positioned himself right behind his brother like a spotter would to someone on a bench press. Though he had no intention of spotting his brother. Licking his lips, Cameron grabbed his meaty cock, amused at just how thick it was and playfully shook it over Eli's muzzle. His brother, tilted his head back. With another thrust from Liam, he propped his head up, his nose burying itself into Cameron's ball sac. The touch of his brother's lips against his sac stoked the forbidden fires in Cameron and he let out a loud, primal snarl of approval.

Pop!

Another button popped off his chest. He seized the divide of his shirt with both paws, claws digging into the fabric. Muscles all across his arms bunched up. A thick vein travelled up across his forearm and met with its sibling across his bicep. There was no stopping the growth and he didn't want to stop it either. He spurred it on and it responded by sending a burst of prickling sensations through his arms and having them _explode_out of his sleeves.

With a snarl, he ripped his shirt right down the middle, baring his chest proudly and at last freeing his plump pectorals to the air.

This feels right.

"Fuck that's hot, little bro," growled Eli.

Cameron grabbed his tattered sleeves and peeled them off his broad, muscled arms. Tossing them over his shoulder, he reached down towards his cock and angled it towards Eli's muzzle. "Shut up and take my cock."

The sound of his older brother momentarily choking on his dick only stirred the beast within him more, spurring that prickling sensation that spread down his back had broadened the muscles and forming a deep valley right down his back. His paws gripped the bar, using it as leverage for his own thrusts. On the other side of the bench, Liam thrust, pushing Eli's muzzle over Cameron's cock. To counter, Cameron thrust himself, pushing back, catching the hairy wolf in a steamy reverse-tug-of-war between two powerful wolves. Eli slobbered and suckled on his brother's cock like it was his only lifeline, spurring Cameron to thrust harder and harder, putting his entire growing body into every movement.

He likes this, Cameron realised. Eli is enjoying this.

And so was he.

He couldn't believe just how much he was enjoying this. Some part of him screamed that this was wrong but every twitching, tense muscle in his body, every strong, steel-like bone and every sweaty, strand of fur burned with the desire to embrace this newfound sexual freedom. With a grunt, he ploughed his dick deeper into Eli's muzzle, his knot forcing his brother's lips open wide while thick precum poured out of Eli's lips.

A paw grabbed back of his neck and he looked up to see Liam's lips just a few inches away from him.

"Come here, dad"

One second of hesitation.

That was all he gave that nagging part of him before he pushed his muzzle against Liam's and sent his tongue diving for his son's tonsils. There was a slight straight given the distance between them but his body - and his Symbiont - quickly compensated. That familiar buzzing filled his legs. It took him a second to realise it was more akin to that sensation of his nerves awakening after having fallen asleep than anything else. His body was stretching, growing and his nerves were connecting with his newly built frame.

His already meaty calves spread out like two, meaty wings tucked behind his shins. Even the extra length that was added to his legs did nothing to hide just how thick they were; each as big as his forearms. The power of his thrusts grew as his thighs exploded, the hems of his boxer briefs almost disappearing into the cleft between his legs and his groin. A loud tearing noise interrupted the Stockton Trio's moans as the last shred of clothing on Eli tore. The noise was like peeling thunder, stripping away from his groin and revealing his genitals in their full glory. His balls in particular bounces against Eli's muzzle, the low, dangling orbs growing bigger and bigger with each thrust, rubbing his musk all over his brother's face. The added height allowed him to dive closer towards Liam, leaning forward more while still able to bury his growing dick into his brother's muzzle.

"Fuck..." mumbled Liam, breaking the kiss for a second before diving back in between words. "... dad... I'm gonna... I'm close!"

Cameron growled , reaching forward with one paw and pressing his forehead against his son's, locking gazes with those deep, black eyes and burning red irises. "Little longer, son," he rumbled. "Hold on a little longer."

"I'll... I'll try."

Their muzzles met again, locking together and sharing one another's resolve. Cameron's balls jostled, smacking against Eli's face. They gurgled loudly as the pumped more and more precum down his shaft. The flood became too much for his ten inch tick to accommodate all at once. One particularly powerful burst pulled the bright red flesh forward, growing another inch and sending it deeper down Eli's throat. The growth was felt more in his girth. His cock widened, thickened with two powerful veins pumping in parallel along its sides. Eli's blackened, alien eyes widened in shock as his muzzle was forced open wider. He couldn't take the sheer meatiness of his brother's cock and was forced abandon taking all of it as the tapered shaft widened at the base.

The sudden relief in pressure around his cock only made Cameron thrust harder, seeking the warm embrace of that muzzle around his manhood. The resistance he felt against Eli's muzzle squeezed the precum out of him and brought him closer to the edge.

"Son..." he moaned, breaking their kiss.

"Dad!" Liam cried.

Eli mumbled something beneath them but it was lost as both wolves' bodies suddenly went rigid, their bodies locking up, bracing themselves for the typhoon of ecstasy.

Cameron's lips peeled apart in a ferocious, feral snarl. Molten cum exploded from his balls and streamed right into his brother's muzzle. The first blast was so strong that his feet was forced back a few inches. He grabbed the bench press bar with all his might for stability, the metal bending beneath his fingers. At the same time, he dug his claws into the rubbery mat beneath his feet, shredding the spongy texture to find a grip.

"Fuck!" he roared, his second blast causing his firm, rounded butt to clench and for him to thrust one last time. His cum shot straight into Eli's throat. His brother's Symbiont instantly went to work absorbing the genetic material while Eli focused on ensuring not a single drop fell on the floor.

Across from him, Liam let out an ear-splitting howl and slammed his cock hard into his uncle. With a loud pop, the pup's knot slipped into his uncle's ass. Another jet of hot cum exploded into Eli but went unattended save for the warm feeling that filled the hairy, golden-haired wolf. Liam's body was rocked with spasms, one for each shot he blew into his uncle. The pup's knees went weak. A whole day of exercise, physical activity, conversions and now an explosive orgasm was finally catching up with him and he slumped forward.

Some fatherly instinct activated in Cameron and he reached out, grabbing his son's shoulders even as his cock let out a third blast. He locked gazes with his pup's handsome features and the two parts of a movable bridge, their muzzles met once more. Liam's arms wrapped around his, holding themselves firmly in place even as their orgasm continued and Eli continued to be bumped with their seed.

Cameron floated in the ocean of bliss.

I can't believe I've so fucking hot for my own son and brother!

Why wouldn't he be? Both Eli and Liam were so handsome now. Every inch of them oozed sexuality. He would enjoy fucking them over and over again.

Not just them. All those guys in the Department. If they're just as hot as these two... fuck!

That heralded his fourth burst. He went for a fifth and a sixth but by the seventh, he was shooting blanks, his balls completely empty of seed. With a gasp, he pulled away from Liam's lips. His son's eyes could barely stay open; irises shifting back to their usual green and the blackness shrinking back to the corners of his eyes.

"Going... down..." mumbled the coppery-furred wolf.

Though the lure of afterglow was tempting, father instinct kicked in as his son toppled forward. "Liam!" He caught his son's shoulders, preventing him from crashing into Eli. A soft snoring immediately came from the huge wolf in his arms.

One last lick against his cock made him shudder and he felt Eli slowly pull away from his cock, making sure it was completely clean of all cum.

"It's okay, little brother," Eli said with a soft chuckle. "This is what happens when we have sex. Can't stop ourselves from shooting with everything we've got. There ain't no leaking or half-assed orgasms for us. Everything is always fucking awesome." He gestured for Cameron to release Liam and the big wolf gently lowered Liam into the blonde-haired wolf's arms. Eli left his legs curled around Liam's waist. "He'll be out for a couple of hours. Let's just give him a few minutes for his knot to go down and then we can carry him up to my room for the night."

Cameron nodded worriedly, watching his slumbering son. There was something right about that position however. He would have loved to wrap his arms around the pup and keep Liam sandwiched between them.

That ass if fucking juicy too.

Three minutes later, Eli reported that Liam's knot had gone down enough that he could slip out without issue. Ass dripping with cum, Eli gently pushed Liam into Cameron's arms and got up. All the activity did nothing to wake Liam. Even when they carried the slumbering wolf between them up the stairs and into Eli's room since Liam's was still stained with seed. Eli set Liam on the bed, draping the blanket over the slumbering and semi-hard wolf in the process.

"Can you take care of him for a second?" Cameron rumbled, not at all shocked with how deep his voice had gotten. "I just got to grab my phone."

"Sure."

Cameron turned to leave, bumping his shoulders against the door frame as he did so. Walking in that same strut like Eli and Liam would have to become second nature now. Not that he minded. Each step was filled with power, purpose and a sense of pride that he hadn't felt since he had left Gauymore the first time and gone to Harvard. Back then, it felt like he was throwing off the shackles of this old town and spreading his wings. Now, he was getting rid of a different kind of restraints and embracing a new sense of sexual freedom.

And he liked it.

Back in the basement, he grabbed his phone which was still recording. With a flick of his thumb, he ended program and hit the first number on his speed dial.

"Hello? Cameron?" exclaimed Colton Martinez. "Did you find something?"

"Yeah, I actually did," he rumbled.

"Jesus, Cameron. You sound like hell. I'm sure it's worth it though. Quick! Tell me what you found. You deserve a break after this."

Cameron's brow furrowed, his eyebrows meeting together. His thoughts went back to the phases of the Department's deployment. Were they ready to have the lid blown on them? Would they survive the outcry that would come from the public and potentially news of the project spreading beyond Gauymore? Then he thought towards Liam and Eli.

I could lose them.

"It can wait until Monday," he said. "I just wanted to make sure you don't bother me or my family this weekend."

"What? But Cameron -"

"Listen Colton," he said fiercely. "I've been breaking my back for you throughout this whole thing. You want me at my best? You give me this weekend."

"But they're throwing that party on Tuesday_! If we don't have enough evidence to take them down before then, there's nothing stopping them!"_

You can't stop us anyway, Cameron though smugly.

"Then you better do some legwork yourself because I need a break and I'm not sacrificing my family for you. Goodbye."

"But -"

Cameron held the phone at in front of him and tightened his grip on it. The screen cracked and fizzled, sparks flying from the black frame. He let the fragments fall to the ground.

"That was pretty fucking hot, little bro."

He turned in surprise just as Eli's paws wrapped around his waist. That surprise increased when he realised he was actually taller than Eli. Though he still had a rather pronounced gut, it was lined with firm abdominals that were covered in a light layer of flab. One could easily say he had a 'dad-bod'.

I like it.

"How long were you standing there?" he asked.

"Long enough." Eli gently pecked his neck. "Colton really wants us out, huh?"

"He's just worried about his poll numbers. If we get enough people into the program, he'll change his tune." Guilt gnawed at his stomach and he turned around, facing his brother. "Listen, before we keep going, I've got to confess that I was actually planning to record everything that happened and send it to Colton. I figured it would've been enough to send to the media or someone and blow the lid on the whole program."

"What changed your mind?" The smile on Eli's face suggested that he already knew.

"Like you have to ask," he chuckled, giving his brother a little shove. Seeing his big, meaty arm in view, he couldn't help but flex it. "Fuck, I'm huge."

"Biggest in the family." Eli reached down, gripping his heavy balls. Though he had just emptied them into the very same brother, he was fairly sure they were already filled with enough seed for another round. "You're still my little bro, though."

"I'm taller and thicker than you!"

"Yeah but I'm_still_ older and was integrated earlier."

Cameron rolled his eyes. "Fuck me."

"Maybe later." Eli slipped his paw from Cameron's balls to grip his paw. "Come on. Let's go upstairs. I've got something to show you."

Curious, he allowed his big brother to lead up back up the stairs. He saw the value in the concrete steps as their old wooden steps would have broken under their combined weight. Eli let him back to his bedroom - the master bedroom - where there was plenty of space for both of them to move. He sat down on the bed while Eli briefly ducked out and returned with a tablet. He sat down next to Cameron on the edge of the bed and opened the tablet. After a bit of browsing - Eli had to shut down a few browsers with a lot of porn on it - he showed what appeared to be a list of names.

"What's this?" he asked.

"All the attendees for the party on Tuesday," answered his brother. "Almost every guy in town are attending. There are a few stragglers but we're expecting that most of them would be convinced to come along. We _are_concerned about Colton and Sheriff Darryl as they have a few followers behind them but we don't think they'll be putting must of a fight afterwards."

"You're planning on converting everyone at the party." It was a statement not a question.

"Everyone that's been recruiting has had explicit instructions to make sure everyone attending knows that they're taking the first step to working with the Department. Some guys have already progressed to Stage 1."

"I respect those men for somehow resisting the urge to get their Symbionts and wait three whole days."

Eli smirked and him and flicked the screen. "Not counting on all of them lasting that long. We're pretty damn convincing."

Cameron leaned down, nuzzling his brother's neck. "You sure are." His voice turned grave. "But what happens if things turn... violent?"

Even Eli sensed the gravity of his voice and also became serious. "What are you thinking?"

"All the Department guys I've seen walking around don't have guns or any weapons. I know we're stronger, faster and smarter than the average guy but I don't think we can outrun a bullet. Darryl and the rest of the sheriff's office may only have about ten guys but they have guns."

There, Eli let out a soft chuckle and curled his arm around Cameron's head, pulling them both down onto the bed. "Don't worry about that, Cam," he answered, setting aside the tablet. "If things get a little too hot, we've got a little something up our sleeves that can help turn the tide. Darryl and his crew will see things our way whether they like it or not."

"Not rape?" he asked, only a slight bit of disgust in his voice. Most of him actually liked the idea of pinning down that bastard Darryl under him and sticking his dick up that fat ass until the guy who kept blaming him for 'letting criminal loose' begged him for his cum.

"Naw. Of course not. There's just a way for us the amp up out integration vectors to the point where just being around us is enough for any normal guy to start jizzing their pants." Eli snickered. "They'll be the ones fucking us. Then, once they get through the Stages, even if they don't want to join, we'd still have an unbound Symbiont out of it. They get a taste of what it means to be part of the Department and if they still don't want to join, we give them a shot, they cum one last time and they are on their merry way."

Cameron found himself getting hard at the idea of flexing in front of Darryl, the lion dropping his gun and bursting out of his clothes before turning into a slavering fuck monster. He made his arousal known to his brother by pushing his rising, fat cock between Eli's ass cheeks.

"Is it bad that I actually want Darryl and Colton to resist?" he growled into Eli's ear.

Eli snickered. His Symbiont sensed that the third and final Stage was upon them and immediately liquefied, slipping into his ass. Since Cameron's cock was already there, it pulled the tapered tip a little into Eli's awaiting ass. "Damn," he snickered. "You're one kinky fuck, Cam."

Needing no further prompting, Cameron shoved a good inch of his cock into his brother's tight hole. Even with his son having abusing it a mere fifteen minutes ago, Eli was still surprisingly tight. "I've spent my whole life being good and proper. The fucking" - He pushed his cock deeper into his brother, bringing a moan from the shorter, hairier wolf - "golden boy. Not anymore. I'm going fuck when I want" - He gave another thrust, causing Eli to arch his back and let out a soft 'ah' of bliss - "who I want."

Eli gave him one lifted eyebrow.

Smirking knowingly, he cupped his brother's chin, pulling their lips closer until they were just an inch away from one another. "With consent, of course."

"Good boy." Eli patted his cheek and pulled them into a kiss. His ears flicked forward and he let out a deep growl, plunging himself deeper into his brother with enough force that Eli broke the kiss with a loud gasp.

"Okay! Okay!" Eli laughed, biting his lower lip again as Cameron began working in a steady rhythm. "Fuck you're a beast, Cam!"

"That's better," he rumbled, holding his brother tightly. His tongue snaked out between his lips, lapping at Eli's neck. The buzzing feeling was back, this time more intense than ever. With every thrust, he could feel his whole body huffing and heaving, muscles stretching and growing. Every inch that he drove into Eli, his cock seemed to compensate by stretching another inch longer, keeping his knot perpetually away from tying with the wolf beside him.

"So I've got to ask," Eli said, smirking as he already knew the answer. "Just a formality. Do you still want to join the Department? Be like us?"

His tongue brushed up against his brother's lips, the gentle yet primal tongue beckoning Eli to pull open his muzzle and admit the pink serpent in.

"What do you think?" he snarled before he dove right in, bathing in the tainted waters of the forbidden act. The taboo nature of this intimacy fed the fires overwhelming his senses, burning away the last shreds of doubt he had. His moans and groans grew louder and rougher as his neck thickened, his traps rising up to seamlessly form a triangular slope from the back of his neck down to his shoulders, his all but vanishing from view were it not for the corded muscles that traced its outline.

I'm actually fucking my own brother...

Whereas Eli had a long golden mane, the extra hairs on his body was a little more sparse but still visible. Golden hairs to match the sweat, drenched streaks plastered to his head grew all over his jawline in rough stubble. He could hear his bristles scraping against Eli's fur and could only imagine that it gave him a nice contrast against his own rust-red fur. Even with his eyes closed, Eli reached up, rubbing his fingers against the stubble, memorising their texture and trying to form a mental picture.

... Not just me shoving my cock down his throat either...

Though his belly remained, it remained on par with the growth of his ballooning pectorals. As his chest expanded and grew to outstrip even his brother's, golden hairs began springing out between the softer white fur on his belly. These strands grew about an inch away from his body before collapsing against their own weight and curling around themselves to form manly swirls all over his chest. These same hairs spread all the way down from his collarbone, over his nipples which remained visible, pink and permanently erect and down towards his abdomen. With his abs barely visible due to the extra layer of fat, the golden hairs helped to outline their edges and also formed a teasing treasure trail that met with his crotch fur.

... I'm shoving my dick up his ass!

These very same hairs had to expand further when his spine and legs stretched to the sound of crackling bones and the prickling sensation that came from it. His feet, expanding bigger and broader, slipped past Eli's and as if someone was pulling him from his toes, he slipped a little further away from his goal of tying with his brother. A second later, a similar force pushed him upwards, stretching his spine towards the headboards and forcing him to tilt his head down more to maintain the sensual contact with his brother's lips. This pushed his cock back into position and, at long last, one more thrust saw his dick advancing another inch into his brother.

I'm fucking him!

The prickling sensation intensified all the more, overwhelming all of his senses until the thrusting became second nature. He could _feel_every strand of fur as they brushed up against Eli's hairy body; every vein that pushed up against his forearms and every muscle that tensed and flexed as his body went into overdrive. His thrusts grew more powerful, the bed squeaking beneath them in protest.

I'm actually fucking him!

Cameron's eyes snapped open only for his pupils to immediately rolled into the back of his head. He tore his muzzle away from Eli, fangs gnashed together in a feral snarl. Perhaps it was the Symbiont that commanded his body or his own repressed desires but he grabbed Eli's wrists and threw the smaller, hairier wolf beneath him on the bed. Now with more traction, leverage and the help of gravity, he pushed his cock down upon his brother, drilling the exposed hole.

"Fuck!" Eli cried, arching his back with a goofy grin on his muzzle. "Don't tie, Cam! Trust me! Just don't tie!"

Cameron registered the cry but he wasn't sure if he could control himself. Then he felt a soft, mental nod of acknowledgement from deep within his mind.

His Symbiont.

We can do this!

With renewed vigour, he drilled his brother's hole like he was in an unstoppable rut. The might of his thrusts caused the bed to groan in protest, its cry joining Eli's moans of pleasure. He grabbed the headboard for further support, pulling back all fourteen inches of his fat dick before diving in again with a loud, squishing noise. All the precum his huge, orange-sized balls were producing helped lubricate his brother's hole but that didn't take away from the tightness that made every jab an explosion of ecstasy.

He bucked, leaning forward as thick drops of saliva dripped from his fangs and onto Eli's exposed neck. The headboard cracked and with it, he lunched forward, jaws snapping around Eli's shoulders. The meaty shoulder beneath him only triggered him all the more, his knot pounding against the tight ring beneath him. His brother's lusty yowl only spurred him to plough harder and harder.

The inferno within his body intensified, setting every nerve afire and sending him swirling in a maelstrom of ecstasy. His low-hanging balls slapped against his brother's hairy ones, perfectly cushioning the beastly blows like they were perfectly matched to be mating with one another. Those tight buns squeezed around his fat dick, milking more and more of his precum until the pressure at the base of his cock was fit to burst!

He couldn't take it much longer!

He was going to join the Department!

He would get his Symbiont!

But more than that...

We will be free!

CRRRRACK!

The muscles all across his arms raced with veins, pumping all the way from his shoulders, over his monstrous biceps, into his thick forearms and into his paws. The sheer might of the beastly wolf snapped the headboard completely in two. With that show of strength, Cameron bit down on his brother's scruff, not breaking the skin but pushing down hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure throughout his brother's body... and a warming.

We're coming!

There was no stopping the flood.

He didn't want to stop it.

He was a wild animal; a beast!

He had tasted freedom and he was never going to be caged again!

The force of his growth - the prickling sensation that had overwhelmed every nerve, muscle and bone - suddenly shot towards his balls. In the span of half a second, his balls became filled with their might, veins popping up against his scrotum. In the second half of that second, all that power was shot out of his dick and straight into his brother's ass. Like a firehose going off into Eli's ass, the smaller, hairer wolf was thrust deep into the mattress with enough force that some of the underlying support struts snapped beneath the impact. Eli threw his head back and let out an ear-splitting howl, a cry of ecstasy as his family was that one step closer to being complete.

The waves of pleasure exploded from his cock, a tsunami of fire that washed over his entire body over and over again. They burst out from his crotch, rushing up his tense abdominals, propelled by his pounding heart before crashing up against every corner of his mind. Then the wave retreated only for his cock to shoot another burst of cum and that wave came speeding up from his groin, running through every inch of his body from the tip of his toes to the ends of his ears. But with every wave, he could feel the gaps between each shot widening and in the brief moments before each blast, he was met with a surprising amount of clarity.

Beneath him, Eli shuddered and his brother's entire body tense. The howl Eli let out grew louder and his brother suddenly bucked his hips. Hot cum exploded from Eli's longer dick with enough force that he was actually propelled backwards up against Cameron. There was enough force in the push that Cameron's knot pushed halfway into his brother's ass. It was a good thing that his brother came in between the waves because Cameron had enough sense to forcibly push himself back out and avoid tying with his brother.

That last act squeezed the last of his cum out of him and Cameron was left clear-headed... and empty.

Deep within Eli, the two sibling Symbionts let. Cloud embraced Cameron's fledgling Symbiont, passed crucial knowledge and then immediately sent it rocketing out of Eli's dick with the promise for more time together. Moments later, black and silver goo came spurting out of Eli's cock, rising to the top of the pool that the blonde wolf's cum had formed. Eli kept his rear in the air, ensuring that the new Symbiont could reform itself without interruption. He reached behind him, gently slapping Cameron's thighs while he panted to regain his composure.

Cameron knew exactly what his brother wanted but at the same time, he wanted to keep his cock buried in Eli for as long as possible. So, using his thick arms, he pulled his brother off the bed, making Eli groan softly as the awkwardly shuffled off side and got to their feet. Eli's legs curled backwards, holding firmly against Cameron's thick redwood-like thighs as the much taller, 7'4'' wolf kept him suspended in the air.

"Do I even need to ask if you still want to join?" Eli mumbled, nuzzling his brother's cheeks.

Cameron kissed his brother's cheeks. A loud gurgling noise from the pool of cum brought both of their eyes towards a black and silver mass that rose up from the sticky, white pond. There lay a jockstrap. Cameron grinned upon seeing it and he lovingly nibbled as his brother's ear.

"I'm going to pull out of you now."

Eli moaned. "Be gentle."

He was. Slow and gentle even though every part of him wanted to put that beautiful, leather jockstrap on completely with silver buckle. With one last kiss towards Cameron as thanks, he turned towards his Symbiont and pulled it from the pool of cum. His fingers quivered upon contact with the smooth leather, a similar feeling to that prickling sensation as it was being formed flooding his forearms.

The name 'Ton' was engraved in bright silver along the band.

He slipped one leg through the harness and his eyes shut.

He put another and his muzzle dropped open in a soft gasp.

He stretched it form beyond any normal leather jockstrap's form over his enormous fourteen-inch dick, holding the band just away from his waist by his thumbs.

Then he let go...

And Cameron Stockton stopped being an 'I' and became a 'We'.

The door the room suddenly burst open. Liam, his cock erect beneath his jockstrap, was grinning brightly.

"Fuck! I missed it?"

Cameron 'Ton' Stockton opened his eyes.

"You did," he rumbled.

His green irises turned into a bright, alien red. Black clouds oozed from the corner of his eyes and met the burning rings. A devilish grin crossed his features as he flicked the silver buckle, letting out a soft 'ding' around them.

"But now it's_your_ turn."

******

Mayor Colton Martinez had barely gotten any rest over the weekend. The influence of the Department was spreading and he was getting complaints from the residents about how they were suspicious of the government that had basically abandoned them and only ever paid attention to them whenever it was an election year or when taxes were due. It may have been a mistake to hand out his phone number but it was a small town. If they didn't call him directly, they would have just walked up to his house and knocked on the door.

Thankfully that didn't happen too often and his wife, Matilda, had been able to drive them away. Her and her friend from a town over who was staying in town for a few days. Those two had been spending a lot of time together recently and the kangaroo seemed happy for the first time in a while.

At least that was one less thing Colton had to worry about.

Instead, he had to worry about his best friend, Cameron.

As he drove his car towards Cameron's office, he reminisced how the two of them had stuck together since elementary school. They used to be called 'CC' for 'Cameron and Colton' since they were rarely ever seen apart and it was just easier to shout out 'CC' than their individual names. He had been heartbroken when Cameron moved to study at Harvard but he wasn't going to stop his best friend from fulfilling his dreams. Then when the wolf returned, broken over the loss of his wife, he had been there to help his best friend through the trying times. Keeping Cameron busy with advice on his mayorship seemed to work for a long while.

... until Saturday evening when Cameron had put off work.

Usually, whenever Cameron found something, he was rushing to Colton to deliver the advice. He never put it off.

But on Saturday, he has told Colton to wait until Monday. Admittedly, getting Cameron to work all the way through Saturday _was_pushing things but that was just their dynamic. That was how CC worked; that was the nature of their symbiosis.

So when Colton parked in the rear of Cameron's small office, he got out of his car expecting the worst. He strode around the building and entered through the glass door. The familiar chime rang in his ears but that was where all familiarity ended.

Irina Rhodes was not at the front desk. Instead, there was a huge, hulking wolf dressed in a tank top with his massive, bare feet propped up on the desk, absently curling an eighty-pound dumbbell in one paw, the other arched over his back and watching something on a laptop. By the copper-coloured fur, blonde hair and green eyes, this could have been Liam Stockton but this guy was huge! Colton remembered seeing Liam just a few days ago when he had given the pup advice on how to get the interview with the Department! The boy was short, skinny, slouched!

"Uh..." he began.

The wolf saw him and broke into a grin. "Hey, Mayor Martinez!" He hiked a thumb towards the door. "Go on in. Dad's expecting you."

Dad... That is Liam! But... what...? How...?

Panic shot through him but he remained calm and power-walked through the wooden door marked with the golden plate bearing Cameron's name.

The moment he stepped through, his jaw dropped.

The titan of a wolf rose from behind a desk that he easily dwarfed, a grin crossing his stubbly muzzle.

"Glad you can make it, Colton," Cameron rumbled, gesturing towards the seat in front of him. "Why don't you have a seat? Shut the door."

He was tempted not to so that he would have an avenue of escape but he doubted he would get away with the other beast guarding the other side of the door. So he complied, shutting the door as he crossed the room, gawking at Cameron's massive frame. While not as 'ripped' or 'shredded' as Liam, Cameron was clearly bigger. He had a bit of a gut which was now covered in a thick layer of curly, blonde hairs. It was visible because the wolf wore a collared shirt with _none_of the buttons done and the sleeves rolled up so far up his shoulders that it might as well have been sleeveless!

"Cam..." he gasped. "What... what happened to you?"

"Glad you asked, Colton." Cameron sat back down, his chair creaking in protest. The hulking wolf pulled out a sheet of paper from a pile and pushed it across the table towards Colton. It was an invitation; an invitation to the party held by the Department tomorrow.

Colton's heart sank as his eyes went from the piece of paper to meet his best friend's gaze.

The next words that came from the wolf's mouth froze his heart in fear.

"We joined the Department."