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[butfortheirvirtue]

[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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[fiveiv321]

[ IV just keeps on going even when Chris looks away, keeps bobbing his head and dribbling out the liquid so that it slips down Chris's thighs in blazing trails.

The tendril wrapped around his throat tightens though, makes it that little bit harder to swallow the fluid as it pumps out, faster and faster now. But it extends, as it pumps, slips its way down further into his throat and relies on the way the fluid will relax the muscles - and then it stops pumping out fluid, abruptly, only to begin to swell after a few moments with large bulges of fluid that have to force their way into Chris's mouth and down his throat. ]

Mm, mmm...!

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He feels the tendril tightening around his throat and, for a moment, that's something to hold onto, to keep him stable. It's a threat, so he can concentrate on that and not on the sensation of IV's lips on his cock.

Then the tendril starts to slip down his throat -- somehow, he's still breathing -- and he has to struggle not to groan again because even though the sensation should be uncomfortable and painful it's exactly what he needs, having his throat filled up and slicked with that strange liquid.

The fluid stops (and he's relieved, he wants to be, he's agonized because he needs it) but then something stretches his lips wide for a moment, and he barely registers it before it's bulging into his mouth and then--

--and he does moan this time, though it's strangled a little by the tendril, because somehow having his mouth filled and his throat stretched by the bulges of fluid is so good, it's like this part of him was meant for sex, designed not for food but for a tendril stretching him out and pouring gushes of liquid down his throat.]

[fiveiv321]

[ The sound of that strangled moan makes IV lift his eyes to Chris's face, makes him smirk around Chris's cock and drag his teeth over the heated flesh and then pull back and dip down further to run his tongue over Chris's balls and spread the last of the fluid in his mouth over them. ]

Is it good, aniki?

[ His voice is low and thick with his arousal as IV pulls back again to watch Chris with blown-wide pupils.

(there's another dripping tendril starting to rub slow circles over the skin of Chris's ass, smearing him with liquid) ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He wants to be relieved, too, when IV pulls back. He wants that to be a victory.

But instead he makes a choked noise of despair around the tendril stuffing his mouth, because now that IV's mouth is off him he's dripping and burning and he feels so exposed, so untouched, he feels like he'll die of need if he isn't being attended to.

(it doesn't help that the liquid dripping over his balls is making them tight and full and aching as much as the rest of him)

He tries not to push back at the tendril rubbing at his ass, he really does, he trembles with the effort of not giving into it completely but he needs so badly, it's so hard...]

[fiveiv321]

Oh? Is something wrong, aniki? Should I stop?

[ Even as he's saying it the tendril in Chris's mouth is pumping out faster, larger bursts, like it wants to fill Chris's stomach to bursting, and the tendril at his ass is starting to press in slowly. ]

I could stop, and you could leave right now...

[ He knows that Chris won't. ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

["Should I stop?"

He should nod. He should nod, but--

He shakes his head and groans through the tendril, over and over, swallows hard to try to keep it down in his throat (where it belongs). The stuff he's being fed is relaxing him too much for him to squirm down but he can at least spread his legs further, welcome the tendril pressing at his ass inside.

(and maybe if he does that he'll have some relief for his aching cock and balls as well)

(maybe he'll have IV's mouth or his hands or)]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV hums contentedly at Chris's reaction, runs a hand over Chris's cheek as the tendril pushes in deeper.

Once it's in securely it starts to swell up with lumps like the one in Chris's mouth, only...

(these ones are a lot more solid)

(and larger) ]

Open up wide for them, okay...?

[butfortheirvirtue]

[It's in him, it's so deep inside him and he groans and trembles at the sensation of it stretching him out (even if the fluid coating his walls makes it so much easier for it to press inside).

And then the first lump passes through and his eyes widen as he coughs out a loud, sharp noise from the intensity of the sensation. Distantly, he knows it should hurt more than it does, but with the way he's relaxed, it's...

His eyes roll back as the second pulse passes into him, then the third, and he sucks and swallows mindlessly at the tendril in his mouth.]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV watches Chris's face as the lumps push into him, his lips curving into a smirk at how quickly Chris gives into it.

(good, good, it's good that he's taking it so easily because IV needs to give it)

(there's something not quite enough about pressing the solidified fluid into him, though, something like trying to ease an itch by scratching around it)

Shifting a little, he presses his face into Chris's neck. ]

I need... need to fill you up, Chris, need to... need to put them in you, need to... to make them just for you...

[ He's gone quiet and hoarse with his need, now, panting into Chris's neck.

(there's something squirming between them, another change to IV's body that he hasn't quite noticed yet) ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He pants and squirms gently and groans as the strange substance is pushed into his body -- he can feel it melting so soon after it enters but it's so good, whatever it is, it's so good and he wants to have this feeling forever.

He hears IV talking to him, about filling him up and yes that's exactly what he needs he needs even more...

There's something squirming on his cock and he musters the strength to lift his hips into it and moan through the tendril, to rub himself into the slippery, writhing thing.]

[fiveiv321]

[ Chris is rubbing against him and there's something between them, something like the others and... oh.

(IV looks down and stares at the tendril that used to be his cock)

And then he's moving all at once, the tendril inside Chris's ass slipping out and two of the others lifting him up until he's straddling IV's hips so that IV can shove the new tendril into him in one. ]

Ah... oh god, you're tight...!

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He cries out in frustration again at the withdrawal of the tendril, trembling in the grip of the tendrils lifting him and moving him.

(he's aching so badly and he needs something inside him and something around his cock and to be touched until the liquid on his skin stops burning through him)

But then he feels something touch his ass, and then it forces itself in all at once -- it's thin at the tip but so wide at the base and he nearly sobs in relief as it stretches him wide.

He wants whatever IV is going to give him so much and his moans are pleading for it.]

[fiveiv321]

[ Chris is so tight and moaning so loudly and IV nearly comes undone then and there, wants to come and come and fill Chris up with that.

(but that's not right, is it?)

(that's not what he's going to fill him with)

Shifting a little, he lifts the tendrils that aren't in Chris's mouth and starts to run them all over Chris's skin, never quite touching his cock - though they come close. And as they touch, IV tilts his head back and pants at the pressure building in his abdomen, making it even harder to think straight than it already was. ]

Gonna... gonna fill you up, aniki...!

[ (the base of the tendril in Chris's ass starts to swell even wider with a hard, round mass) ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[The tendrils all over him...he can't decide whether they're mercy or torture, because he needed to be touched and he's being touched so well everywhere but he's not being touched where he needs it most, his cock is still untouched and aching.

When the tendril in his ass starts to swell, his eyes roll back again, and this time he does sob, does blink fat tears out of his eyes because it's so much, almost too much but at the same time he needs more, more more more...

He sucks and laps desperately at the tendril in his mouth, half out of the hope that it'll make things somehow better and half because feeling it slick and heavy on his tongue is something he needs as well.]

[fiveiv321]

[ There are tears in Chris's eyes and IV shivers at the sight, looking down through half-lidded eyes as the oval object distending the tendril pushes its way into Chris's ass to sit heavy inside him. And then there's another, and another, the tendril swelling up and each time it does IV gets just that little bit closer.

(the pressure of the load is easing off bit-by-bit but it's replaced and then some by the building pressure of an orgasm soon to come)

Almost without warning the other tendrils start to touch at Chris's cock and balls, two tendrils remaining up and teasing at his nipples while the rest move down to tug gently at his cock and wriggle against the tip and pulse gently against his balls and the base of his cock. ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He feels so stuffed, so full, so heavy inside with everything that his brother is putting into him, and he swears that he can feel his stomach swollen out and stretched--

And then finally, finally he feels tendrils tease at his nipples and slide over his cock and his balls and it's too much to bear and his whole body jerks and shudders as he comes, splattering the tendrils on his chest and nearly screaming into the tendril stuffed down his throat.]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV nearly screams himself when Chris comes, a noise that's half pleasure and half frustration because he can't, he can't come himself because his orgasm seems almost blocked by the pressure of whatever these things are that he's pushing into Chris.

('whatever they are', like he doesn't know exactly what he's filling Chris with)

Clamping his eyes shut he rocks his hips a little as more and more of the weights press into Chris, until it's nearly a full dozen and the press of them is beginning to slow down, at least.

(he's close he's so close, just a couple more...!) ]

Oh god, Chris, aniki...

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He lies there, mind empty, as IV fills him more and more, his whole body open and relaxed, a perfect vessel.

(usually it would be too much, such strong sensation after he just came, but)

(it's such a perfect feeling and why would he ever want to go without it?)

He's still sighing and moaning gently around the tendril in his mouth as he gets fuller and fuller, as IV gets closer and closer.]

[fiveiv321]

[ The last egg presses into Chris and then IV is coming hard, the tendrils all spurting at once and his mouth falling open as he screams his pleasure.

(he wonders, the single thought he can hold onto as his orgasm hits, whether Michael will hear and come to investigate)

(he imagines Michael swollen up like Chris is and his eyes roll back, a long, low moan slipping free of him with the aftershocks wracking his body) ]

Ah, ah, ah...!

[butfortheirvirtue]

[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)]

[fiveiv321]

[ 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...

[butfortheirvirtue]

[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).]

[fiveiv321]

[ 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. ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

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...

[fiveiv321]

[ 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) ]