Not ten minutes after Richie got to the hospital Jeff showed up. Beth was fine, it turned out she'd simply suffered a mid-level migraine and would be fine. They were keeping her overnight for observation, but any worry about that was driven from Richie's mind when he saw his brother.
Jeff looked much the same as he had before he'd become a dog; dark messy hair, smooth face, angular jaw and cheekbones. He was wearing a loose-fitting tank top and skinny jeans, which looked strange on him, but that wasn't even the strangest thing--that was most definitely the leather dog collar encircling his neck. And that said nothing of the man standing next to him.
Bruiser--or BRAD now--was a specimen of a man. Six and a half feet tall and bulging with muscle, his features solid and masculine. His biceps were huge and a short blond beard covered his face, matching the trimmed hair atop his head. Every rippling muscle of his torso could be seen through the T-shirt he wore, and the curling hair emerging from the sleeves and neckline, as well as coating his forearms and legs, made it very clear that he was a hairy hunk of a man. The shorts he wore displayed a MASSIVE bulge, the outline of what could only be a truly inhuman cock visible down the left leg. Beside him Jeff looked almost childlike, and the meaty hand on his arm showed who was the dominant of the duo.
"Beth!" Brad exclaimed as he entered, voice a deep rumble as he released his boyfriend to hurry over to the bed. "Beth, are you alright? What happened?"
Beth waved him off and explained what happened, and while she did Richie turned to his brother. Jeff looked uncomfortable, but when he saw Richie he narrowed his eyes with displeasure, and Richie cracked a grin.
"Hiya bro, how's it going?" He taunted, eyeing the collar. "Brad treating you well? Putting out enough?"
Jeff clenched his fists but didn't move--Richie had made sure his brother wouldn't be able to try anything against him, but hadn't stopped resentment, so Jeff would feel the infuriation of not being able to fight back.
"Hiya Rich," Brad interrupted, walking over and patting Richie on the back, nearly knocking him over. "Thanks for taking care of Beth; I tell ya, you'll make a great husband."
Richie's eyes slid past Brad to Beth, where a glittering ring sat on her finger. He smirked; one of his changes had been that he and Beth were engaged. But they weren't the only ones. "You too," he responded, nodding at Jeff.
Brad looked over and smirked. "Nice collar, huh? I thought it was fitting, given our... condition." One hairy hand adjusted his package and Jeff looked down as Brad chuckled. "Speaking of which, why don't we go find a nice little nurse's closet, huh Jeff? It's been over an hour and my cock's aching to knot that tight little ass."
Jeff's throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously, but the programming kicked in and he nodded, unable to refuse. But as Brad grabbed him and pulled him away, groin swelling grotesquely, he turned to shoot a hateful glare at his brother.
Richie's smirk widened as a cunning idea appeared in his mind...