Luke gripped Kenny's shoulder with one arm and ran his dad's pudgy fingers through his hair with the other. “Okay, here’s the plan: you’re going to transform into the Black Cyber Space Warrior, head out, and stop Marco before he messes things up even more. Get the remote, and bring it to me, then we'll be in charge of who gets to stay in which bodies.”
Kenny's heart pumped with excitement. He took a deep breath, glancing down at the watch. “How do I…?”
Luke guided him through the transformation sequence. “Just focus, activate the watch, and the rest will happen naturally.”
With a nod, Kenny pressed the button on the watch. A burst of black light erupted around him, and in an instant, he was encased in sleek black armor, the power of the Black Cyber Space Warrior flowing through him. The sensation was incredible—Ken had never felt so strong, so capable. He flexed his armored arms, feeling the surge of energy coursing through his body.
“This… is amazing,” Kenny said, his voice--Alex's voice--now distorted by the armor, deep and resonant.
Luke—wearing Martin’s body with newfound power and confidence—grinned at the sight. “Told you. Now go after Marco. Get that remote, and let’s take control of this mess.”
Ken nodded, his newfound confidence palpable as he marched toward the gym doors. “I’m on it.” He stopped and lingered for a moment, locking eyes with the enormous powerful man, feeling a swell of excitement and admiration. "I'd do anything for you, Luke," he said. "Anything at all."
Luke crossed his arms and grinned. "I'm glad to hear that, Kenny. But don't call me Luke anymore."
"Sorry," Kenny stuttered. "Mr. Chan."
"Try again," Luke whispered, feeling the dynamic between him and the youngster shifting even further. "Go ahead, bud. You can say it."
Kenny felt dizzy. "I'd do anything for you, Daddy." He felt his teen cock twitch inside his armor, the spandex crotch bulging out obviously.
"Good boy," Luke said. "Now go get that remote."
Kenny, moved swiftly through the streets. His new, powered up, young body felt like it could take on anything. The black armor hummed with energy, and each step felt light and effortless. He relished the strength and speed Alex’s body provided, as well as the exhilarating rush of being a Cyber Space Warrior. Moreover he was so excited to please his new big Daddy. He had felt amazing in the big man's arms, and he wanted to feel that way all the time now. Getting the remote would make sure that he and Luke could remain fully bonded all the time.
As Kenny approached an old construction site, he spotted Marco—still in Carl’s youthful body—standing on a pile of debris, surveying the area with a smug grin. Marco twirled the transformation remote in his hands, clearly enjoying his stolen youth. He hadn’t noticed Kenny yet.
“Marco!” Kenny shouted, his voice amplified through the helmet, booming across the site.
Marco turned, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the Black Cyber Space Warrior. “Well, well, look who’s here,” Marco said with a smirk. “One of those do-gooder cyber punks!”
Kenny ignored the taunt, stepping forward with authority. “Give me the remote, Marco. This has gone far enough.”
Marco laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. I’m enjoying this a little too much. You see, I’m never going back to being an old, washed-up man. And thanks to Lord Skullface, I don’t have to.” He waved the remote in the air, as if to emphasize his control.
Kenny clenched his fists inside the black gauntlets. “You don’t understand what you’re messing with, Marco. That remote is dangerous! If you keep using it, you could ruin a lot of lives—including your own!”
“Ruin my life?” Marco scoffed, flexing Carl’s youthful arms. “I’ve never felt better in my life! And I don’t plan on letting go of this remote. In fact, I think it’s time you understood what it feels like to lose everything.”
Without warning, Marco pointed the remote at Kenny, his thumb hovering over the button. Kenny tensed, prepared for whatever Marco had in store.
“Let’s see what happens when you’re really out of your depth,” Marco said with a wicked grin, pressing the button.
A beam of light shot from the remote, but Kenny dodged it with lighting-fast reflexes. He dodged another blast. And then another.
“What the—?” Marco said, his grin faltering. “How are you—?”
Kenny didn’t give Marco a chance to finish. With the agility of a seasoned warrior, he launched himself at Marco, closing the distance between them in seconds. His black armored fist shot forward, aiming for the remote.
Marco, though in Carl’s nimble body, barely managed to leap out of the way. “You’re fast, I’ll give you that,” Marco sneered, “but I’m not going down without a fight.”
Marco raised the remote again, but this time, Kenny was ready. With a quick spin, he knocked the remote from Marco’s hand, sending it skittering across the debris. The moment it left Marco’s grasp, his expression shifted from smug confidence to panic.
“Give it up, Marco,” Kenny growled. “You’re not the only one who likes their new body, but if you’re working for Lord Skullface, then I can't let you be the guy in charge of all these transformations.”
Marco’s eyes flicked toward the remote, his mind racing. “I’ll never go back to being that pathetic, middle-aged slob,” he spat. “Not when I’ve got this.” He made a break for the remote, but Kenny was faster.
With a swift kick, Kenny sent Marco tumbling backward. Marco landed hard on the ground, groaning in pain. He scrambled to his feet, his cocky bravado fading as he realized how outmatched he was. Kenny stood tall, towering over Marco, the remote just within reach. “It’s over, Marco. Hand it over and maybe—just maybe—you can come out of this with some dignity.”