Jeff looked at his massive cock dumbfounded. He guessed it to be at least 2-feet long...but something wasn’t right, why couldn’t he remember his new massive cock?
Jeff did his best to sit up, causing the bed and floor to groan under his weight. The chronivac had a message flashing.
>>> MEMORY UPDATE AT 20%
“Hmm,” Jeff grumbled, he’d have to explore this new reality and see if his tweaks to the family tree were as well received by his two dads.
“OW!” Jeff clutched his forehead, wincing as he crouched back down from the 8-foot ceiling on his attic-converted bedroom. “Wait...the ceilings in here are…” Jeff tried to stand up straight, but even at the highest point in the room, he was too tall. He must’ve been 8-foot-6-inches, possibly more.
“Which means…” Jeff trailed off, feeling his heavy cock swing against his knees. If he was 8-feet-tall, that made his cock closer to 3-feet-long. Soft.
Jeff gulped, feeling his oversized balls churn...he needed to see his dads, pronto. But, just as Jeff reached for the door, he saw the knob turn.
“JEFF! You okay, big guy?” Jeff’s cock stiffened at the deep, thundering voice. “You slept all day again—puberty is killer in our family.” A thick, red mane of hair peeked out from the top of his doorframe, followed by a familiar face...it was Elias, but his hair was a magnificent reddish gold, pulled back and braided like a powerful Viking warrior to match his full red beard.
“D-Dad!” Jeff sat back on his bed, covering the first half of his cock with a pillow. Elias pushed in, crouching to stand in the 8-foot-tall room. “You can’t just come in here like that, I could be—“
“—What?” Elias growled, puffing his massively muscled chest and eclipsing the doorframe completely. Jeff estimated they were the same height, but his Dad had him beat for muscle size. “It’s not like you wear clothes around your Dad and I anyway. You could start wearing our family tartan, just to be modest you know.”
Elias looked over at a bright blue plaid kilt hanging over Jeff’s computer chair. “To think you’re already as big as me and you haven’t even finished puberty.” A floor-to-ceiling mirror was installed behind Jeff’s computer, and it was only when he looked at his kilt did he finally see how much he had changed.
He was Elias’ son alright...just as tall, heavily muscled with pecs that pushed up against his chin, and the same golden red fur, beard, and hair. They even had the same intense blue eyes.
“Hold on, Dad.” Jeff had to know if changing Elias’ lineage to be filled with powerful, hyper sexual, Vikings and hyper submissive wives had the intended effect. “You and Dad...Derek...everything is going okay, right?” He turned up his boyhood charm as best as an 8’6” highland bull could.
“Is this about last night? All my yelling?” Elias sighed, reaching under his shirt to pull reveal his chain necklace, with a pendant securing it. “I guess its time for ‘the talk.’ Your Dad, Derek, is my...well...my Master.”
Jeff’s jaw fell open.
“You know the men on my side are giant, powerful, Viking warriors, who always seemed to settle down with submissive, obedient, but sexually aggressive wome—“
“DAD!” Jeff tried to interject but was firmly hushed.
“—listen, Jeffy. You haven’t finished puberty yet. You’re already one of the biggest men in the world, with one of the biggest libidos in the world...but soon you’re going to start feeling a different ache.” Elias tugged on his collar. A thick chain locked around his neck. “What you heard last night was your father, my Master, giving me load after load af—“
“DAAAAD!!!” Jeff cried out again, trying to push his hardening cock down.
“It’s a different kind of love. More powerful. Its our birthright, the need to serve and submit, just as it is to be the strongest and biggest of the Viking clans.”