“Boys, time for dinner!” their mother called down the stairs.
“Be right up!” Ty answered, unlocking the door to the training room and grabbing some clothes from his closet. Dustin shyly followed, still naked. Cum running down the inside of his thigh.
“Can I have a t-shirt?” he begged so timidly that Ty nearly didn't hear him.
“These are my clothes. We can find you something to wear after dinner if you're good.”
“But... I'm naked,” Dustin said, nearly weeping. Ty smiled sympathetically and walked over to him and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
“I know Dad can be mean, but don't worry about it. I'll be there with you.” Somehow, that made Dustin actually feel safe. Ty took him by the hand and lead him up from the basement and over to the dining room.
“For god's sake!” their father said, throwing down his newspaper at the sight of Dustin being lead in stark naked. “You fucking fag. Can't you man up like your brother!? For crying out loud, you're supposed to be the older brother. You barely even look half your age!” Dustin blushed and hid behind his brother. Tears threatening to come to his eyes.
Their father had always been a homophobe and a transphobe. He'd threatened to kick Ty out of the house when he found out that Ty had been bi. He would have too, if their mother hadn't talked him down. Dustin had taken a bit up after his father. Kids often adopt their parent's attitudes. Dustin had called Ty a fag and made fun of him too, but that was before Ty had gained all these powers. Now all that wrath was aimed at Dustin. And Dustin's own anti-gay attitude was working against him now that he'd been transformed into a femboy. It was why Ty had chosen this transformation for him. But seeing the sweet, cute, girly boy quivering behind him now, Ty was filled with a brotherly urge to protect him. He wouldn't alter their Dad's attitude or anything, but he did deside to adopt the roll of a good brother, who just happened to fuck his femboy brother. And part of him actually wanted Dustin to fall for him. Wishing for it would be too cheep and easy. It would feel false. He'd earn it.
“Lay off him,” Ty said. “He's just naked. What's the problem?” Mark grumbled and looked away angrily. Ty walked Dustin over to the table and sat him down. The poor boy was blushing so much at being naked in front of them all. Ty lay a comforting hand on his slender naked thigh. Dustin actually smiled shyly up at him for a moment then back to his plate.
“Who's hungry?” their mother exclaimed, bringing in a veritable banquet. Ty smiled at the sight of it. Just as he'd wished for. His family was wealthy enough for the best food now, and he'd enhanced their mother's already great passion and skill for cooking. Ty helped Dustin get food on his plate. The little femboy couldn't reach halfway over the table after all. He didn't get much food on his plate. His small frame didn't demand much food. And Ty only allowed him a little bit of meat, and mostly vegetables. He'd decided for Dustin to also earn his femboy body. He'd eat right and he'd train with Ty. While Ty worked out his muscles, Dustin would maintain his slender form and flexibility. As well as his stamina, if he was going to survive the pounding Dustin planned on giving him multiple times a day from now on. Ty got Dustin a pillow to sit on so he could sit a little higher to eat. But Dustin only picked at his food, barely eating anything.
“What's wrong?” Ty asked. Dustin looked a bit confused.
“I don't know. I'm just... It's like it's missing something important. Every time I try to take a bite, it just feels wrong. It's super tasty, so I don't know what it could be.” Ty laughed as he suddenly remembered one of the wishes he'd made when he'd turned Dustin into a femboy.
“You silly boy. Can't even eat Mom's home cooking without it. I swear you are addicted.” Ty took the confused boy's plate and brought it under the table and pulled out his own dick and began to masterbate over it. Despite having just fucked Dustin twice downstairs, his wishing power kept him always ready to dish out more for his cock hungry brother. He came all over the food in vast quantities. The food was all drenched in thick white cum, like a creamy sauce.
“There you go, sis,” Ty said, placing the plate back in front of the femboy. Dustin stared it in in shock, looking as if he was trying to be disgusted out of habit, but if so, he was failing completely. His mouth was drooling. And soon he was gobbling down the cum soaked food. Ty took his untouched glass of apple juice and filled it also with cum until it was nearly bringing over with white creamy foam. Dustin gulped it down eagerly. Mark scowled at the sight.
“Fucking slut! Can't even eat without swallowing cum. If your brother didn't have such a healthy manly libido, you'd starve yourself to death.” None of his homophobia was ever directed at Ty, thanks to Ty's wish.
“Oh, let him eat his brother's cum if it makes him happy,” their mother said. “Dustin's always been precious and delicate in that way.”
“It's an insult to your cooking,” Mark snapped. Dustin drank from his juice, leaving a milky mustache on his upper lip.