Oliver, reveling in his newfound muscular physique, decided it was time to address the issue of ill-fitting clothes. His own and Marcus's garments were now far too small to contain his transformed body. With a dismissive glance at Marcus, he made his way to their father's room, confident that he could find something suitable in his dad's wardrobe.
Marcus, not willing to let Oliver have complete control, followed him into the room, determined to make his voice heard.
"Oliver, you can't just take Dad's clothes without permission," Marcus protested, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "It's not fair to him, and it's not fair to me. We need to respect his belongings."
Oliver turned to face Marcus, his gaze filled with a newfound arrogance. "Listen, Marcus. I don't have to listen to you anymore. I'm older, stronger, and more capable. I make my own decisions now, and that includes borrowing Dad's clothes if I need to."
Marcus clenched his fists, frustration bubbling within him. He knew he couldn't match Oliver's physical strength, but he wasn't going to back down without a fight.
"Just because you're bigger now doesn't mean you can disregard everyone else," Marcus retorted, his voice laced with determination. "We still need to show respect for others and their belongings. It's not all about you, Oliver."
Oliver rolled his eyes, brushing off Marcus's words as insignificant. He stepped forward, scanning their father's closet for suitable attire. After a brief search, he grabbed a pair of boxers, a tank top, and a pair of shorts, all a few sizes larger than what he used to wear.
With a self-assured smirk, Oliver turned to the mirror in their father's room, ignoring Marcus's protests. He began to undress, discarding his too tight boxers and shirt, and donning the borrowed clothes one by one.
As he pulled up the larger boxers, Oliver couldn't help but notice how snug they felt against his sculpted thighs and bulging glutes. The tank top hugged his broad chest and showcased his defined arms, while the shorts accentuated his powerful quads. He admired his reflection in the mirror, flexing his muscles, and enjoying the sight of his transformed physique.
Under the cover of darkness, Marcus stealthily crept into his parents' bedroom, clutching the Pubertaway in his hands. His heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as he plotted to restore the balance between him and Oliver. Determined to reverse his brother's transformation, Marcus set the machine to overdrive, hoping to return Oliver to his former teenage self.
Unbeknownst to Marcus, their father, Brian, had returned home earlier than expected, exhausted from his trip. Unaware of the imminent changes that awaited him, Brian lay peacefully in his bed, snoring softly.
As the Pubertaway hummed with increased intensity, its effects began to ripple through the room. The machine's powerful energy emanated, enveloping Brian in his slumber, and causing a dramatic transformation to unfold.
With each passing minute, Brian's body shifted and altered, reverting back in time. Muscles slowly diminished, once-bulging biceps dwindling to mere definition. His broad shoulders narrowed, and his chest lost its former size. The lines etched on his face softened, and wrinkles seemed to fade away. His towering height gradually shrank, as his body assumed the form of a prepubescent boy.
Throughout this remarkable metamorphosis, Brian remained blissfully unaware, his deep sleep shielding him from the reality of the changes taking place. The Pubertaway had worked its magic, but not as Marcus had intended.
As the first rays of morning light began to filter through his window, Marcus couldn't contain his excitement. He rushed towards his parents' bedroom, anticipation mounting with each step. His heart raced as he pushed the door open, expecting to find a smaller, younger Oliver standing before him.
But what Marcus encountered inside the room was far from what he had anticipated. His father, Brian, stood there, bewildered and disoriented. However, it wasn't the older version of Brian that Marcus was accustomed to seeing. Instead, his father had been transformed into a 12-year-old boy.
Marcus's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him. The effects of the Pubertaway machine had backfired, affecting his father instead of Oliver. Brian looked around the room, his voice trembling with confusion.
"What's happened? Why do I feel so... different?" Brian's words were laced with a childlike innocence, a stark contrast to the mature and responsible man he had been.
Stunned, Marcus struggled to find the right words. His plan to regain control had spiraled into unexpected consequences, and now he was faced with a younger version of his father. Guilt washed over him as he realized the unintended repercussions of his actions.
"Dad... I... I didn't mean for this to happen," Marcus stammered, his voice filled with regret. "I was trying to change Oliver back, but something went wrong. I'm so sorry."
Brian's youthful face contorted with a mix of confusion and concern. He couldn't comprehend what had transpired, and Marcus could see the worry etched in his father's eyes.
Brian stood in the room, panic etched across his youthful features as he grappled with the reality of his transformation. His once commanding presence had been replaced by a small, vulnerable boy, struggling to keep his oversized boxers from slipping down his waist. He looked at Marcus with a mix of fear and frustration.
"Marcus! Look at what you've done to me!" Brian's voice echoed with a mix of anger and disbelief. He pointed accusingly at his shrunken form, his once muscular physique now replaced by a child's slender frame. The oversized boxers accentuated the stark contrast between his current size and his former stature.
Marcus recoiled at his father's outburst, guilt gnawing at his conscience. He hadn't intended to involve their father in this transformative mess. The weight of responsibility pressed upon him, and he struggled to find the right words to express his remorse.
Before Marcus could utter a response, Oliver strolled into the room, wearing only his boxers, his newly acquired adult physique on full display. A smirk played upon his lips as he towered over their father, reveling in his newfound height and muscular build.
Oliver's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight of his diminished father. He had anticipated finding a transformed Marcus, but the sight of Brian in such a diminished state surprised even him. The tables had turned in a way neither of them had expected.
A wave of superiority washed over Oliver as he realized the newfound power imbalance between him and his father. His voice dripped with condescension as he addressed Brian.
"Well, well, well, Dad," Oliver began, his tone laced with mockery. "Looks like the roles have reversed. Who's the man of the house now?" He chuckled, emphasizing his towering physique compared to Brian's now childlike form.
Brian's face flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliation. He crossed his arms, his small stature magnifying his frustration. "Oliver, don't you dare mock me. I may be younger now, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still your father."
Oliver laughed dismissively, his confidence bolstered by his newfound physicality. "Oh, come on, Dad. Look at yourself. You can barely fit into those boxers! Meanwhile, I'm practically bursting out of mine." A self-satisfied grin stretching across his face as he gripped his larger package.
Brian's eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to come to terms with his diminished stature and his son's brazen assertion of authority. He fought against Oliver's words, the indignation evident in his voice. "I'm still your father, Oliver, and you will show me respect. This transformation doesn't change that."
Oliver couldn't resist the temptation to assert his newfound dominance over his diminished father, Brian. His larger muscles, deep voice, and towering height fueled his inflated ego.
Oliver strutted around the room, flexing his biceps and admiring his chiseled physique in the mirror. He couldn't resist mocking his father's smaller frame and higher-pitched voice.
"Look at you, Dad," Oliver taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "All those years of working out, and this is what you've become? A little boy in oversized boxers? Pathetic."
Oliver's smug grin grew wider as he listened to his father's objections. He took a step closer to Brian, his larger frame casting a shadow over his diminished father. With a deliberate motion, Oliver knelt down to bring himself eye to eye with Brian.
"Listen here, old man," Oliver sneered, his deep voice resonating with an air of superiority. "Things have changed. I'm bigger, stronger, and clearly more capable than you now. It's time you accept that I'm in charge."
Brian's eyes narrowed, a mix of frustration and concern evident in his gaze. Despite his diminished size, a flicker of defiance danced in his eyes. He refused to be belittled by his own son.
"Oliver, size doesn't determine one's ability to lead," Brian replied, his voice carrying a hint of his former commanding tone. "Leadership is earned through wisdom, compassion, and responsibility." He tried to assert his authority as a father, but his small muscles and high-pitched voice only emphasized his current vulnerability. He raised his voice, his determination wavering. "Oliver, this isn't how it's supposed to be. I'm still your father, and I deserve respect."
Oliver laughed dismissively, his larger frame overshadowing Brian's diminutive form. He effortlessly scooped up his father, effortlessly carrying him like a weightless object. As they entered Marcus's room, Oliver gently placed Brian on the bed, an exaggerated display of his physical strength.
"Now, Dad," Oliver continued, his tone patronizing, "you'll be staying in Marcus's room for now. It's fitting for someone of your size and stature."