Calum awoke and crawled out of bed. He quickly stretched and pulled up his sheet and comforter. Blearily he went to the kitchen seeing it was 5:30 but not really taking note of it. On autopilot he made himself some coffee and went to the porch to smoke and greet the day. He pissed in the grass, and in the privacy of the backyard, shot his load. As 6am arrived he could hear the alarm from his parents' bedroom and realized he needed to start getting ready.
He trudged inside knocking on Dylan's door. "Time to get up, kiddo."
Dylan groaned but eventually came to the door and opened it in greeting to verify he was up... issues with acknowledging being awake while still unconscious precipitated this custom.
Calum went to the bathroom jumping in the shower, shaving while in there. He had the hard lithe body of an 18 year old but was just 13, he knew this was strange but thinking about it made his mind go all fuzzy. Stepping out of the shower he wrapped a towel around himself and went to his room for some fresh clothes as Dylan was stumbling out of his room. Perhaps the poor boy will grow in the next few years, it has to be hard to have his younger brother exceed him in physical maturity, capability, and rights. "Hurry up, the bus won't wait."
"Yeah Dad."
Calum thought something was odd about that, sure most step-brothers don't call their younger step-sibling "Dad" but theirs was a special case right? There is that fuzzy sensation again.
Calum went to his room and got dressed. The room felt strangely small and he bumped his desk while moving around the space. The monitor blinked on and something about the program that popped up made some part of him cry out to give it attention.
Painfully slowly dots connected. He isn't naturally a super masculine 13 year old, his father was abusing and drugging him, he was... he was... trying to figure out how tall he wanted to become to offset the forced steroid abuse. That's why he's built like an 18 year old.
Calum sat there, his eyes pouring over what happened, and what was yet to occur. He found where he had accidentally messed up his perception of reality, or maybe it was intentional, or just to a greater extent than intended... He dialed it back and then remembered what he did to his dad and step-mom...
"Oh!" Part of it felt pretty matter of fact. Part of it felt like he was the most disgusting slime that slurped from the ooze pits. He heard movement in the hallway and looked at the time. This needed more attention than he had time to give but he made sure to remove his compulsion to sate his step-mother sexually and her acceptance as a substitute for his father. "What was I even thinking?"
He raced downstairs to find the house stocked with super high quality premade meals and ready to go snacks. He grabbed something and began eating. He looked up to see his dad looked off. Glancing beyond the bruising, it seemed he was lacking body hair and beard shadow... Calum recalled wanting to steal his masculinity and succeeding, and couldn't help but rest his cheek on his hand feeling his stubble as his father was more and more emasculated... Then Calum saw his dad's breakfast. "Dad! What are you eating?"
"What? It's got protein and good fats."
Calum looked in shock and disgust realizing this is again his doing. While the rest of the family had healthy, nutritious, filling meals, his dad was eating a can of sweetened condensed milk, half a cup of olive oil to garnish. "Dad, that will spike your insulin and you'll not only be hungry in an hour but blow up like a blimp, if your intestines don't kill you first."
"Not to worry, my lunch is all packed. 10,000 calories should tide me over just fine." He pulled a bag of 7 more cans of milk and set the bottle of olive oil in with them...
Dylan stood up and took care of his dishes heading toward the front door and bus stop. Calum gave his father a pained look. One day like this won't kill him. "I've got to go. Have a good day."