When Chuck witnessed Michael's flaccid cock cumming all over his hairless stomach as Mark relentlessly drive his dick into him poolside he finally came, shooting all over his self and his media area.
To be fair, the dimly lit area had been blasted by cum before but never so much as Chuck witnessed the love and lust he had orchestrated between Michael and his middle child.
Chuck immediately had some post-nut clarity. Maybe it was wrong that he had made this father and son fuck. Maybe it was wrong that he had used this family for his own gratification. Maybe it was all so wrong. They were just people. The shouldn't have to conform to his wants and needs.
After that moment of caring, Chuck came to his senses. After all, every member of the family seemed to be in a better shape than before. Jacob had given up on his dreams and Chuck had made him the quarterback of a small local college who was easily leading the team to legendary levels. Michael who had ignored his sons in orde to focus on work and process his grief was now an encouraging and happy force in their lives.
Chuck turned his eyes away from the screens he had been witnessing. The problem wasn't him. He had been the most supportive neighbor of the bunch, offering the boys attention when their father couldn't be bothered. No, he had been obsessed with the family but only in the hopes of making it better.
Chuck turned his attention to the last Wilson boy, Tim, the baby of the family, and began to watch as he stirred.
Tim walked out of his bathroom , stretching his lanky 6'1 frame on the pixelated monitor.
At first, Chuck hadn't known what to do with him. He had been a recluse for most of his time on the street. Chuck had seen the pale boy get in and out of his dad's SUV but he hadn't noticed him in the same way he had his brothers.
Chuck had clicked on the boy and felt a strange sort of kinship. At 18 he was lonely, awkward, and unsure of himself. Jacob had sports, Mark had friends, his dad had work, but Tim just had school and nobody at school had wanted to be friends with the new kid who had sometimes burst into tears because he missed his mommy.
Four years of highschool, and the difficulties he found there had made Tim withdraw. Even worse in Chuck's eyes was Tim's rejection of his own sexuality. He was already a bullied nerd but when he realized he had feelings for other guys in his class, he had buried them down. Even moments before his the Chronivac induced intervention in his life, he hadn't known how to let his father know that he wasn't like other boys.
If Chuck had discovered any latent bigotry in Michael, he would have probably been much harder on him but now as he glanced back over from the Chronivac screen to his cameras watching the dad basking in the afterglow of his son's dicking-down, Chuck was thankful he hadn't had to issue any punishments. He was also thankful that Tim wasn't alone in his family. Now they would have much, much more in common.
Chuck caught his breath. Merely hours ago, he had been hoping against hope that the objects of his lust and obsession weren't going to leave and now he was opining about the consequences of his judgment upon them. It just proved to him more that it was a good thing that he had gotten the device and that he was making good decisions.
Chuck focused back on Tim. Tim the outlier, Tim the different one. He had to find a way to make Tim feel valued and loved.
Chuck thought for a moment and then it came to him. He was going to make Time the most well adjusted of his family.
Whereas Jacob was now a muscle obsessed football jock who couldn't get enough of himself and Mark was a burgeoning exhibitionist and Michael was functioning nudist power bottom, Tim would just be a normal dude. Average grades, average ability, average looks and desires for his age, the two things he wouldn't be average in were going to be his height and his cock.
Tim was already tall but Chuck gave him the boost of a generous two inches and a couple of shoe sizes. Now if he wanted to pull off the disaffected skater look, Tim was going to have to slouch some more or find some Vans in the sixteen or seventeen range but that was ok.
Chuck also vastly expanded the size of Tim's meat ballooning it from a cut six inches to a cut fourteen inches with balls to match. The scruffy eighteen year-old youngest brother may not have been guaranteed to be the biggest show off on the field or the quickest to bare it all but when he did, it was going to be memorable.
Chuck watched as Tim the video game streamer shifted into his new reality.
Tim was happy the family was out of the house. He could hear the mower running and he knew this was prime time for his other brother and father at the pool and he smiled. He finally had the place to himself.
Sitting up from his bed he logged into his OnlyFans and began a livestream, waiting for his followers to see the notification and log on.
Chuck gasped as the notification hit his computer. He had expected to be aware of changes to reality but he was shocked to have an update hit his notifications before he recalled that Tim had started sharing pictures and videos of himself behind a paywall after his eighteenth birthday. Chuck recalled finding evidence of the youngest son's maturation to adulthood in his neighbor's trash a few months ago but he knew for a fact this his inaugural post to OnlyFans had only occurred because of his edits.
He shifted his screen from. The reality editing Chrinivac to his normal browser and began to watch as Tim moved from the foot of his bed in his pajama pants to his bathroom and then back again, toothbrush in his mouth.
Chuck was impressed that the newly minted man was so casual about his thirst trapping easily convincing other men that this was a natural part of his morning routine. Tim propped his feet up in full view, flexing his toes as he did his morning dental routine. After a bit, he got up and went to the bathroom to spit.
"I've got them in the palm of my hand like always," Tim thought to himself as he spit into the sink and put back his toothbrush. Then, outside of camera view, he shucked off his pj bottoms and strode out, his massive dick slapping his thighs as he sauntered back to the bed.
He played with himself lightly as the tips rolled in, some still saying "fake!" and "morph!" as he came into view.
Tim didn't care if they thought it was real. He knew they wanted what he had, either in envy or in a desire to take it for a ride themselves.
Tim got hard and then he decided to show them all a trick he had practiced for years by himself but he was sure was new to his followers.
Crouching slightly, he slapped the log of meat against his slight chest and then he bent his head down and began to autofellate himself, taking the large purple head in one gulp. Tim rocked his head and bucked his hips for thirty minutes, the tips coming in audibly as he sucked and slurped his own massive schlong.
He may not have been the biggest guy online or the most engaging but he could blow himself without effort or strain. He did that for awhile until his morning load started to shoot past his eager lips. Then, letting the head of his own cock go with an audible pop, he showed the massive load he had held in his own mouth to the eager audience he was entertaining.
In twenty minutes and a blowjob he would have give himself off camera, he had pocketed $2,000 from dudes online.
He logged off and went about his day.
Chuck had gasped more than once as he had watched the extreme proportions of Tim thrust into action but he hadn't been shocked. He had been thinking and preying, no praying, for years that the Wilsons would loosen up and start showing off and now they were. Jake, the slutty athlete, Mark the poolboy exhibitionist, Tim, the boogfoot camslut, and Michael the himbo bottom.
Chuck was excited. This was all too perfect. The family was his to enjoy.
He thought that, grin on his face and then he heard the sound of the mower shut off and voices raise.