Brandon and his friends raided the fridge for food and beer, all the while patting themselves on the back. Brandon revelled in his new alpha male persona. He was clearly the leader of his pack.
Ric looked up at him from where he was on the floor. "Brandon...you are so perfect." There was a small amount of blood trickling from his forehead as
Brandon was too busy chest bumping his friend to notice. The now much larger Brandon sent his mate against the kitchen counter, knocking over a box of left out cereal on to the floor. They didn't notice Ric slip away back down to the basement.
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Brandon had called over a couple of girls that he knew. With the booze flowing, music turned up and egos empowered, there was a party going on in the living room. Brandon had taken his shirt off and one of the girls was sitting on his lap, facing him. Her hands were exploring his newly engorged pectorals and her mouth was nuzzling his neck. She was slowly grinding her groin against his.
Brandon looked up as one of his mates called out "Hey if it isn't the old geezer, back for more punishment!"
There was Ric on his knees with two large vials held up. "This was your destiny Brandon. Think of the probability that such a small accident could produce such glory as you. These two chemicals showed me the way and gave us all a taste of your potential and now I will release it fully!"
Brandon pushed the chick on his lap to one side and stood up. "What the fuck are you on about old man? What the hell are you doing?"
Almost as if he were bringing his hands together in prayer, he bought the two vials together, smashing the glass and recreating the initial accident. Gas filled the room almost instantly.