Julian woke up as he always did, touching his father's massive cock in some way. Technically the superboy had no need for sleep, as well as other basic functions like eating, drinking, or even using the bathroom, but chose to do so to spend valuable "bed time" with his new brothers and father. Ever since yesterdays events, the three boys were now each in control of godlike superpowers as well as having bodies that were basically tailor-made for debaucherous sexual intercourse.
Will, the leader, was already laying in bed staring at Julian. The 12 year old's cute smile would've never given away his true power, but he was the one who started this whole thing, changing himself and eventually the other two from mundane adult men to these hypersexualized fantasy bodies they now had. Julian instinctively knew that he was the leader of the group, being the one who also possessed the power of the Chronivac. Though he no longer gave a single fuck about the law or having any morality in his heart, his cop past still passively asserted itself in the dynamics of the family. He was casually stroking his short and soft uncut penis while watching the action Julian was giving to their dad. "Mornin cuties", he said.
Max, Will's friend awoke next. He had changed the most, going from an ugly and overweight bastard to a cutesy trap shota who hovered the line between genders. Julian noticed he had the curviest features between them and almost 0 musculature (he and Will gave themselves ridiculously toned muscles and full 8-packs). He also had perking nipples and small budding breasts, which he must have transformed during the night to fit his subconcious desires. "Morning guys!!!!!" Max said with an excited shout.
The two looked over at Julian, who was busy going to town on "Todd's" shaft. Todd, a fit 35 year old with an almost 10-inch penis and magically-boosted sexual stamina was not actually Todd, but his son Julian's mind swap in his former father's body by the real Todd. He was perhaps the most deviant and morally questionable of the trio, having essentially brainwashed his son into being a stud male sex slave and slutting it up in his former body. Todd could barely even manage a grunt of acknowledgement with the pleasure Julian's blowjob was giving him. Will and Max just got more horned up seeing the kid expertly work the moaning father.
"Julian, let me try something," Will said. He lifted his brother carefully without deattaching his mouth from the vertical penis of the man laying on the bed, and rotated him until Julian's ass was directly over his face. "Don't worry, I'll revive him."
Julian realized what was happening, and lowered his pillowy ass directly onto Todd's blustering face. The man could barely react as a tight seal of boy ass perfectly cut off his nose and mouth, blocking his airways.
"Help! I can't..." Todd gasped out. Will and Max only smiled, knowing Julian's ass probably was applying literal tons of pressure to the helpless mortal. As he spilled literal liters of seed into Julian's thirsty mouth, his body gave out from a lack of oxygen.
Julian was the first to react, still with a mouth full of cum. "Holy shit guys, I actually killed him." Max shushed him with a finger on his mouth, climbing on to Todd's hairy chest. With a quick peck on the cheek, Todd was jolted back to life almost like a magic defibrillator. Julian went back to his deflating cock, cleaning up the remaining cum while Max and Will began talking.
"So, what should we do today?" Max asked. "Should we test out our new powers and fight crime or something?"
Will was of course quick to decide. "Let's take it slow. See what happens at school first." The boys were curious to see what type of daily life the Chronivac had created for them. "Should we get dressed then?"
The boys, including Julian who had finally finished with the dazed Todd hurried over to the huge closet in their bedroom. Todd would need all day to recover from what the boys had done with him, which was fine given his new status as a stay-at-home single dad. One quick glance in the closet revealed many copies of the same uniform - a collared shirt, blazer, high socks and shorts that were barely passed the thighs. They knew it was for Dorset Academy, the all-boys private school. Today was going to be fun!