"D-D-DAD! PLEASE! nnnngggggggg aaagghhhhhhhh!" Brandon yelled out in a loud raspy whisper as his body writhed and he felt his body absorb more and more of his own father's essence.
Richard had hoped this process would be quicker, but it was too late to go back now. The best he could hope for was that Brandon wouldn't remember this when Richard eventually left his youngest son's body.
Brandon continued to shake, his lean teenage body seizing as every muscle in his body contracted. The boy's toes curled and he grabbed helplessly at the ground before all of a sudden he gasped for breath and arched his back clear up off the floor. Brandon trembled in this position before going limp, collapsing onto his back on the floor and breathing a few gentle breaths with a dazed look in his eyes.
But then the boy's vision came back into focus and he gasped out, "Oh my God it worked! Holy shit this is Brandon's voice!"
Brandon was now taken over by his own father, and Richard was in virtual shock as he grabbed at his new youthful throat and continued to play around with his new voice.
This was so exciting for Richard. He didn't know what to do next.
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