"Here's what I was thinking, i'm going to turn you into my little brother." Jeff almost couldn't believe what he'd heard.
Was he going to be turned back? "But don't get ahead of yourself. In our new reality, Porker's wife left him immediately after you were born.
She left because he was a fat, balding slob, but he blamed it all on you, so he decided to raise you as a bitch-boy servant.
While your name is legally 'Jeff', he only ever called you things like 'Bitch' or 'Shitstain', sometimes 'Cumrag'.
In fact, those are the only kinds of names you identify with. You know your name is 'Jeff', but you will have to actively pay attention to respond to it, but if someone yells something like 'Fuckface', you'll immediately think they're talking to you."
Jeff could only listen is shocked silence. Could he really do that? Would he? Was he really that malicious?
He tought back to his current situation. Yes, he could. Yes, he would. And yes, he definitively was.
"Your daily schedule, while i'm away doing things that actually matter, will consist of taking care of the house and doing whatever Porker wants you to do. He may be my bitch, but you're way lower than that. If he wants you to bring him beer? You bring him beer.
If he wants to fuck you? You let him fuck you. He wants to shit down you throat? You'll kneel down, take it all, and swallow once he's done.
And you'll hope he does, because its unlikely you'll get the chance to eat anything else, unless i decide to give you some of the leftovers of whatever you cooked for us that day. And if i get home and your chores aren't done, then you'll be punished, even if Porker woke you up by fucking you and kept going till' i came back. Even if he doesn't you'll have to work hard, because you'll be a whimpy, girly, little boy,
that won't be able to build up even the smallest amount of muscle, no matter how hard he tries."
Ed paused a moment, to let his monologue sink in.
"And if you're not obedient or useful enough? Well, i can always just put you back here."
He picked Jeff and grinned at him, before slowly crushing him in his hand. "And you better not piss me off, there are worse things to be."
Ed walked out of the bathroom, the crushed roll of toiled paper in hand, already anticipating what he'd do with his new slave-bitch brother.