Libby and Justin's Dreams

"Libby gets the muscle mod? Libby?!"

Justin, usually so meek, was furious that Max had offered Libby the chance to pursue her amazonian dreams. Libby had struggled in the limelight. Even the daylight was too much attention sometimes. She had dreamed of a body she could feel proud of. Not the frail girl she believed herself to be, but a new life as a tall, strong, proud athlete of a woman. And now that might becoming possible, with Max's blessing.

Justin had plenty to complain about. Not only had his older brother shot down his requests for athletic modifications for himself, he'd roped him into some of the same body mods the female members of the family were getting. Smoother skin, slimmer body. He hadn't been **** into a set of tits, thankfully.

“Suck it up, bro. You’re just gonna have to deal with it.” Max had never been the diplomatic type. Libby had wrapped him in a surprisingly tight hug, and he couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm, and ruffle her hair. “Congrats, Libby. I hope you have a whole lot of fun."

Libby was jumping for joy, as soon as she let go, and bounded up the stairs to her room, imagining how much faster and stronger she could be. She’d run a mile, bench press a car, leap tall buildings! Justin, however, wasn’t about to let this go.

“How come Libby gets to be stronger, but I don’t?”

“I don’t know, dude.” Max scratched his head. He hadn’t really considered it, but it wasn’t as though he were pissed at Justin. He figured his little brother deserved some kind of answer. “I guess, because you’re my little brother. It doesn’t bother me if my little sister wants to look like an Olympian — hell, I might even throw a height mod in there — but how am I supposed to tell my new Alpha buddies that my little Beta bro can bench press more than me?”

“Do they really care?”

“Hell, I don’t know bro. Maybe? I’m still figuring this O.Z. thing out, same as you. Jeff's pretty cool, but I still don't know what's 'normal' for an Alpha.”

Justin had calmed down by this point. Max seemed open to discussing things at least, so he tried a different tack.

“If that’s how it is then … I’ve got an idea. You make yourself stronger, so I have more room to catch up.”

“Mm, nah. Like I said before — I’m not into modding myself. Yeah, I’m packing more down below now, but that was an exception.”

“Okay. In that case, what if we sorta compromised?”

“How’s that?” Max seemed genuinely interested, spurring his little brother on.

“Well, you already gave me two mods: clear skin, and high metabolism. They don’t suck, but you’ve got to admit those are kind of femme. Both of those were things Mom and Brenda picked, and you just let Libby pick her own. I think it would be fair if I got to pick two body mods of my own. I get that you don’t want me to bulk up, but I can figure out some mods you’d be cool with.”

Max scratched the stubble on his chin. “I mean, I did kinda bully you in order to get the package deal. All right, little bro. You’re on! But any more than two, and I’ll be choosing another mod for you to balance it out.”

Justin didn’t care. He was pumping his fists in the air, psyched to get something for himself for once.