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[It's been a week or so since IV put on the bracelet.

Within the hour, he had complained of feeling tender and sore. By the next morning, he had tendrils growing from his back.

He's been kept in isolation, for the time being, at their father's insistence -- none of them have yet figured out what caused his brother's transformation, and it was agreed that it was probably best to keep physical exposure to a minimum, just in case.

But to find out what caused this, he has to study him more closely.

He enters the room with a tray of food, as usual -- this time, though, he's in his lab coat, wearing a pair of nitrile gloves.]

...how are you feeling?

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[He feels the tendrils stuffed into his mouth and ass spurt at the same time as his cock is covered in it, and he sighs again around the tendril in his mouth, blissful.

(the sound of IV's scream is muffled, distant, like it's coming through water)

(all that matters is the feeling of the things heavy inside him, of IV's body pressed against and into him)

(it's all so perfect)]

[ IV pulls himself and the tendril in Chris's mouth out slowly, tendrils retracting - including the one between his legs, into a slit that wasn't there before - so that he can lean back and collapse against the pillows. ]

Let me... let me see you, aniki...

[He takes in a deep breath when the tendril is drawn out of his throat. It's...a little disappointing, that it's gone, he swallows at it a little as it leaves, but he's too stuffed and contented to do much about it.

When IV asks to see him he just spreads his arms out over the pillows, lets his legs stay apart, lying back on the bed and taking slow, shallow breaths now (shallow because he's all swollen out and they move in him if they're too deep).]

[ IV squirms a little closer to investigate, fingers running over the swollen weight of Chris's stomach.

(he looks so good like this, all pliant and docile and swollen up with what IV gave him) ]

Does it feel good...?

[ There's something almost a little insecure-sounding in his tone - it has to have felt good, he has to have done well so that he can be Chris's favorite even if he can't be Tron's - but IV seems... okay enough now, at least, as he strokes at Chris's stomach and croons a little at the feel of the skin stretched tight under his fingers. ]

Yes...yes, it's...it's good...

[He knows he was struggling, before, but...but why would he ever do that? Why would he ever say no to something like this? It confuses him and when his mind is so foggy and placid he doesn't want to think, doesn't want to disturb it.

He sighs in contentment at the feeling of IV's hand on him, settling a little further into the sheets.]

That's good too...

[ That makes IV smile for real, makes him shift down the bed until he can rest his head on Chris's thigh and nuzzle gently into Chris's stomach. ]

Good... I'm glad I made aniki feel good...

[ He sighs contentedly, a couple of tendrils slipping from his back to rub over Chris's stomach.

(he's still half-wondering if someone else will hear, come to look for Chris) ]

[His eyes sink shut again as IV's face and tendrils rub against his stomach, and he sighs, smiling dazedly up at the ceiling.]

[He heard noises from upstairs, so he made his way down carefully, into the side room where his brother has been staying.

There's a soft knock.]

...Nii-san? Are you okay?

[ IV keeps on nosing at Chris's stomach contentedly, only just barely glancing up at the knock and Michael's voice. ]

I'm okay...

You should come in here, otouto...

[...wait just a moment.]

You don't sound like yourself, nii-san.

[When was the last time he heard "otouto" from him?

That's too good to be true.]

I'm just tired, otouto...

[ He sighs contentedly, shifting against Chris. ]

But me and aniki are both fine...

...aniki...?

[He doesn't call nii-sama "aniki" either.

(he's a little jealous)

(he thought it was something special for a second)

He opens the door.]

...

[He stares.]

...nii-sama...?

[Caught off-guard, he stumbles a little, wide-eyed.]

[ IV lets out a soft purring noise when Michael enters, another set of tendrils emerging from his back beneath the first pair to extend out and push the door shut behind Michael and then try to urge him forward with gentle little tugs and nudges. ]

You should come here, otouto, feel it too...

Did you do something weird to him, nii-san?

[He hesitates a little, pulls back against the tendrils nudging him.]

I don't want to grow anything...or get dirty...

And that should hurt. Doesn't it hurt, nii-sama?

[Chris just shakes his head dreamily.]

[ The tendrils get a little more insistent then, twining around Michael's wrists and urging him on. ]

Come on, otouto, it'll be good...

But I'll get dirty...

[He squirms a little and digs his heel into the ground, glancing around--and then he looks between IV's legs and notices something strange.]

...

...did nii-san's fall off? Where did it go? I don't want mine to fall off!

[ IV huffs out a quiet laugh and reaches down to tease at the slit between his legs until the tendril emerges. ]

It's not gone... but, ah, look. Aniki's cock is just fine...

[ He strokes his fingers over it to prove his point. ]

...

...it's really...

[He seems transfixed by the tendril between IV's legs, and he walks forward to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at it.]

...can I touch it, nii-san...?

[Chris, meanwhile, croons and sighs at the attention to his cock, squirming ever so slightly.]

[ IV shifts and spreads his legs wide, sighing contentedly. ]

Please, otouto...

[ His fingers move from Chris's cock back up to his stomach, and the tendrils that were around Michael's wrists shift to start removing Michael's clothes - manually, this time, rather than with the fluid. ]

[He lets the tendrils pull his jacket off, then his shirt, before he reaches out to play with the tip of the tendril with his fingers.]

...it's soft...and it's really pretty...

[Without thinking, he licks his lips.]

When did nii-san get it?

[ IV squirms and shivers, the tendril dripping a little over Michael's fingers as it's touched.

(Michael licks his lips like that and IV wants to put something between them and make him drink) ]

A-ah...

Got it... got it earlier, when... when aniki was drinking...

Nnn, otouto... need to put it in...

...since it's leaking...it'd go in, right...?

[He moves to shed his pants but discovers that the tendrils have taken them for him.]

[...smiling, suddenly, he climbs into IV's lap, moving his hands to his shoulders.]

I knew nii-san wanted this. I knew it.

[ Michael is giving in so quickly and easily and IV is left almost reeling, shivering and squirming beneath him. ]

Yes, yes, need to put it in need to-- need to fill you otouto need-- need it, please...!

[ He can feel that pressure building up again, making him rock his hips up as the tendril squirms toward Michael's ass. ]

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