As he took the medallion an evil grin flashed across his face.
There were some other things that were altered with my brother that weren't as apparent as his girth. As he used the medallion on me I found myself ageing and soon I was the same age as my brother.
As I looked in the mirror I saw the same face as when I looked at my brother.
But there was a difference.
My body wasn't fat. I was massively muscled. Not even Mr. Universe muscled. It was almost comical.
As fat as he was I was that much more muscled.
I found out that he liked cooking for me to help keep me muscled. He liked the contrast between us and as he was cooking for me he was also cooking for himself.
As he noticed the changes I was happy until I found a twitching at my ass.
I was not only his brother but I worked out to keep the body that he demanded I maintain.
To look at us you would think that I would be the dominant one but I wasn't. He would dress me up in my leathers and take me out to the bars and rent me out to sleaziest slimiest men ever.
I wanted to change that part of his transformation for me but as I looked for the medallion I realized that it had disappeared never to be seen by either me or my brother.
How could I have known that my fat brother was a sick and twisted homosexual pig from that apron he now wore and he wanted me to be his toy.
And I loved it.