Richard groaned in satisfaction as he stretched his arms and then ran his hands down his solid torso.
"Oh I could get used to this," the man of the house said, only it wasn't Richard saying that or doing any of that--he was currently possessed by his youngest son, Brandon, after an accident.
He was enjoying his quick tour of his father's body and relishing in the strength he felt as he squeezed his fists and watched his hairy arms bulge in response. And he loved hearing that deeper voice express his thoughts. He had a hard time ignoring the stirring in his dad's jeans, but he got a grip on himself and assured himself, "there'll be plenty of time for that later."
Richard smirked as Brandon walked his new body out of his old room and went straight to the master bedroom--the place he would be staying as long he decided to keep his dad's body.
"I could sure get used to this," he groaned after hopping onto the King sized bed and sprawling out. He really did feel like a king, but Brandon smirked again as he got a mischevious idea.
Brandon got back up on his powerful new feet and swaggered down to the kitchen, chest out as he proudly showed off his powerful chest.
The chore board was on the wall, and Brandon chuckled as he crossed his name off of lawn and pool duty before yelling out, "Smith! Jake! You boys get your asses down here right now!!"
Smith came down first, standing at attention. He had always respected and looked up to his father, and then after his time in the military he was truly ready and waiting. Jake yawned as he slowly made his way up to join them. These two boys had terrorized Brandon growing up, but now, as their father, it was his turn, and they couldn't say no.
"Jake, you little fuck. When I call your name I expect you to walk in like you give a damn like Smith here. Drop the fuck down and give me twenty."
"What??" Jake asked, confused as Richard had never been strict with him before. But he didn't know he wasn't dealing with the real Richard--it was Brandon inside their father's body, and maybe Jake should have been nicer.
"I said drop to the fucking ground and give me twenty," Brandon forced his father's powerful and deep voice to say with such intimidation.
"I mean why do I have to push ups when that fucktard Brandon isn't even here yet?"
Jake gasped as Richard's hands pushed him hard against the wall. Then his eyes shot open as he felt Richard's strong hand grip around his throat and squeeze.
"Don't you ever disrespect your little brother like that again. He's at camp if you must know, so we're back to you and your shitty attitude. When I let you go I expect you to drop and give me fifty. Are we FUCKING clear?!" Richard growled into Jake's face as Brandon unleashed his pent up rage.
Jake grabbed for his throat and coughed for breath after his throat was freed and immediately dropped down, blasting out push ups until his shaking arms completed number fifty.
"See, that's a good son right there. Making your old man proud. Now go clean the pool."
"But that was Brandon's--" Jake cut himself off as he saw his father spin around with a look of fury in his eyes. Without another word, Jake scurried to the back yard and began readying the pool vacuum along with the chemicals and the pool net.
That left Smith there, still standing at attention but visibly shocked by what he had just witnessed.
"Smith, you were a good son getting your ass down here so fast. You've been a real shithead to Brandon, but you've really grown a lot in the military. Just mow the lawn, and then you can go do whatever. Use the riding mower if you want, I don't give a shit," Brandon ordered.
"Yes, sir," Smith responded before going out back to the shed to get started with the lawn.
"Holy fuck that was awesome!" Richard exclaimed as he was by himself in the house--it looked almost comical seeing that strong man of the house bursting with the excitement of his 14-year-old son, but this was such a rush for Brandon.
The power was almost overwhelming for him, so he realized he needed to:
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