The Internet is a vast space filled with nearly all of modern human knowledge, all of which are accessible at one’s fingertips. A human could spend their entire life scouring through its endless web pages and find more things undiscovered. Many use its power to read stories, buy stuff, or even enjoy themselves in its many accessible vices. Well, that was the thing Jake planned for the night. But the universe or something utterly unnatural had a different plan for him that quiet summer afternoon.
Instead of the gay porn website that Jake would often visit at the quiet times of the day, he accidentally clicked an ad that led him to another website. Clicking the back button returned him to the page. Removing the tab would not help either, and so does closing the browser. He mumbled under his breath and cursed at how annoying ads have become these past few years. If the ad won’t leave, he hoped that he’d at least enjoy himself in the naked subject of the ad, as he would expect. Instead of the usual porn ad, it led him to a simple website with a simple saying in front. It could have been Latin. He’s not sure but the papyrus font is adding to the idea. Jake read the note and quickly forgot the words as he spoke them.
Strange energies filled the room. Sunlight turned to darkness. A weight pulled on his chest, but Jake knew this power reached deeper than that. It grabbed hold of his soul… and it’s filling him with a blessing. The information poured into his mind. Powers ancient and forgotten. Then the dreadful feeling of having your insides splayed and nude disappeared, leaving him with the gift - the power of possession.
That is the story of how Jake, a boy of 18, acquired a power anyone could barely imagine.
Jake smiled. The smile felt good. This power felt good. And of all the people he could use it, he knew it had to be Brandon - that little shit. And by that remark, he’s not angry about something he did. It’s more of resentful envy. You see, Brandon is one heck of a gifted child. By three, he was reciting the multiplication table while Jake is still having problems with multiplying seven and eight. At nine, Jake caught him reading their father’s robotics manual, and beside him were tools and machinery he snatched from the garage. There’s a working miniature car beside him. It’s not a toy but it’s something he created for himself. He spent most time inside their house, reading the books their father has collected over the years, rather than playing outside with people his age. But intelligence is a double-edged sword. People around him feel daunted by his immense intellect at such a young age. Being around him makes you feel like you’re stupid. Jake hated the feeling but he knew he should not. He’s his older brother. He should be proud that he has an intelligent brother. But the resentment is there, and it shows in the way he bumps his shoulder in the hallway or how he kicks his feet on the dinner table. It’s childish but it’s the only way he could get back at him.
Until Jake got the blessing. A sunken smile appeared on his face, as his entire body turned into a bluish gelatinous mass that seemed to float on air. He was a ghost but he’s a lot more solid than he expected. He moved past walls. The drywall of the house was nothing but a thin silk screen he could cut through. And at last, he reached Brandon’s room. The little twerp is still having a time with that worm-like robot with three claws for a head. The robot whirred as it crawled on the carpet. With a click of a remote, the worm raised its head and snapped its three-pronged mandibles.
“Slow,” Brandon said. There was a hoarseness in his voice but there’s a hint of joy as well. “but it’s a success. Finally.”
Brandon plopped down on the bed. A lone bead of sweat slid down his temple. It’s a pet project with no benefit but it does put a smile on his face, despite the fatigue and grease. With his eyes closed, Jake saw it as a chance to dive in.
Jake appeared from underneath by phasing into the bed. His cold and semi-tangible limbs wrapped around his younger brother who quickly jolted awake. From fingers, they morphed into tentacles that coiled more than twice and restricted his brother’s ceaseless movements.
“Hel-!” Before Brandon could finish his creams, one translucent tentacle jammed down his mouth. Jake’s left arm, turned tentacle, broke off of his body, and slid down Brandon’s throat. His legs combined and turned into a tail that proceeded to pull down Brandon’s shorts. With his plump ass in the open, the thick whipping tentacles drilled their way into the tight gaping hole. As for the remaining parts, they broke off into a hundred writhing pieces who made their way in what little orifices were left. With this invisible force invading his body, Brandon looked nothing but a teenager convulsing into a weeping mess. His asshole is raised to the air, its entrance pulled open, and the insides beating and convulsing rhythmically.
It’s a mercy that the pain is temporary. Brandon’s mind was made blank and taken over before the memory of pain set in. It’s a gamble and a hope that he should not remember any of this. Even if he did, it should be a distant nightmare, so easily forgotten.
Jake undressed and he put his arms under his head as he stared deep into the ceiling. The possession was a success. He was looking for porn mere moments ago. Now? He is a driver of his brother’s developing body. Every whisper of air that dances on his thin wispy arm hair, every taste of saliva he’s tasting, every array of color pilfering through his eyes, every feeling of pain and confusion washing away - it should be Brandon feeling his things. And yet it was him experiencing it. He was his brother, and no amount of power but his decision could change that.
There’s a grin on Jake’s face as he picked himself up and made way for the mirror.
There was Brandon in the mirror, but the way he stands screams Jake. There’s no slouch, no submissive idiot who does nothing when his older brother hides his stuff. His shoulder is square, and finally, his back is being carried for once. It’s a mystery as to where his gifted intelligence came from. Their father told them he wasn’t this keen on learning when he was Brandon’s age. What’s known is where he got his more than decent look. Their family is known for it, Smith being the famous example. Brandon’s got a cute side, only if he didn’t hide it behind his hoodie all the time. He wasn’t as thin as he was before thanks to a recent growth spurt. But he still looked like a twig compared to the rest of the family. Just look at these arms. Jake could put his index and thumb around his wrist.
As for the thing downstairs, Jake was appalled at how long this length has gone unnoticed. Jake doesn’t remember having this much length and grittiness at Brandon’s age. It’s about as long as two-thirds of his forearm. What’s a bigger surprise is why the hell is he uncircumcised. Their father made sure to have Jake and Smith circumcised by the age of thirteen. It’s a question as to why he skipped over Brandon. It’s still got its thick foreskin over the head. When Jake came to touch it, he nearly sprang from the floor from the unexpected sensitivity.
“Holy fuck,” he said. Good lord. Half his voice is coming from his nose. “This fucker’s sensitive.”
What did Jake do next?
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