Let's see what Uncle Frank is doing.

The kitchen of the Perchin’s household was alive with talk and laughter.

Sitting at the table, Danny and Marcus were chatting with their Uncle Frank about sports. The boys were Otto’s younger twin brothers, and were just about to start classes at the local university with football scholarships they’d earned from their time playing in High school. Each of the eighteen-year-olds were five-foot-ten in height, had completely identical and strikingly handsome faces with healthy crops of brown hair on their heads, and were wearing white T-shirts with dark-blue pairs of long basketball shorts.

The only way to really tell the muscular twins apart was that Danny had a slight beauty mark on his upper-right cheek, while Marcus had a similar one on his lower-left cheek.

Their Uncle Frank, George’s brother-in-law, wasn’t as big and burly as the twins’ father, and was dressed in a pair of beige cargo shorts with a deep-purple polo T-shirt up top. He was indeed tall at six-feet in height, the man’s body was fairly skinny, and quite athletic. He regularly exercised, a habit he’d developed from his time in the Navy, and usually ate only the healthiest of foods thanks to his hot wife’s dietary standards for their respective household.

Tammy, Frank’s wife, was standing between her sister and daughter in front of the stove as she stirred a steaming pot of vegetable stew. On her left was Nancy, the mother of Otto and the twins, chopping up some fresh lettuce and tomatoes on a cutting board for a large chicken salad. On Tammy’s right stood Samantha, her twenty-one-year-old daughter, who was in the middle of opening a bottle of wine for the ladies to drink.

Nancy was the least attractive of the loving trio in her own opinion, but she knew that she had a very pretty face despite the few extra pounds around her body. Her hair was dark-brown, her skin was sun-kissed and lightly-freckled from the long-hours she’d spent outside tending to her garden throughout the years, and she was wearing a conservative red sweater paired with thick jeans in an attempt to not put her love handles and admittedly big ass on display for everyone. She was smiley and humming a tune as she put in the last ingredients for the salad in a giant glass bowl, and then turned to bring it over to the table where the men were sitting.

Samantha sighed with satisfaction as the wine bottle’s cork audibly popped out for the kitchen to hear. The pretty young blonde was wearing a black, low-cut, and long-sleeved top that exposed her flat stomach and pierced belly button, along with a pair of frayed jeans shorts that went down to the middle of her rather skinny thighs. She stood on her bare tip-toes and reached up, pulling out all six wine glasses from the cupboard above before filling each one of them with the fine bottle of red.

Tammy, who looked almost like an older and taller clone of her round-faced daughter, gave the stew in front of her a taste test, then switched off the gas stove’s burner with a smile on her full lips. Her attire consisted of a light-blue and short-sleeved blouse with a modest pair of tight white khaki pants. Just like Samantha, the nearly fifty-year-old woman only sported a large A-cup in the bust department, unlike her sister, who was hiding a nice set of double-D’s under her thick sweater.

“Where are George and Otto?” Nancy asked the table in her honey-smooth voice as she sat down the bowl of chicken salad next to the large glazed ham in the center of the table. “They should’ve come down by now.”

“Haven’t seem ‘em.” Marcus said with disinterest, reaching for the stack of plates on the table to grab one and hand another to his brother. “Maybe they’re finally getting along somewhere.”

“Hah!” Danny scoffed, who accepted the plate from his brother and. “Unless Otto said that he finally found a job and is planning to move out tomorrow, I can’t see that happening.”

“Be nice, you two.” Nancy nagged, then rolled her eyes as she sat down in a seat across from them. “I don’t want any fights tonight, please.”

“Listen to your mother, boys.” Frank said with a hint of sternness, then grabbed a plate himself and began to fill half of it with just mashed potatoes and gravy. “I hardly ever get to see you guys, so let’s not ruin it by talking about your leach brother.”

The three men had a good laugh at that, but it was interrupted by a swift smack to the back of Frank’s head, courtesy of his wife.

“If you keep that up, you’re sleeping in the car tonight.” Tammy snapped with a pointed finger at the man, and the twins fought back more laughter as their aunt shot them a pretty-faced glare before pointing at them as well. “And you two, you should be nicer to Otto, he’s a sweet guy.”

“Yeah, Otto’s alright.” Samantha said as she brought two of the full wine glasses to the table and sat each of them down in front of her father and aunt Nancy, then turned around to grab two more for her and her mother. “But if he doesn’t show his face tonight, then I’m gonna’ drink the glass that I oh-so generously poured for him.”

“Where is George?” Nancy asked as both ladies took their seats on each side of her. “It shouldn’t take him half an hour to get changed.”

“I’ll go look for him.” Frank said, groaning at the ‘old man pains’ he felt in his back as he slowly rose from the table. “I’ve got to drain my bag, anyways.”

“Frank!” Both Tammy and Nancy snapped at the smirking man as he walked towards the entryway. “We’re eating, here!” Nancy said, to which Tammy followed up with: “That better not mean what I think it does.”

“What?” Frank chuckled, his pace increasing. “Everyone knows that pee is stored in the balls.”

“Yeah, mom.” Danny laughed, he and his brother doing everything in their power not to fall over in hysterics at that, and to which Marcus followed up with: “Yeah, Aunt Tammy.”

“You guys are fuckin’ stupid.” Samantha said with a roll of her eyes, trying her best not to involuntarily smirk and snicker at how immature her father and cousins were acting. “Don’t come back, dad!”

[Frank Smith’s mind and memories are an exact copy of my own, the ‘Retroactive Changes’ setting no longer affects him, and he now has a mobile copy of Master PC on his unlocked phone, as well.]

“Sure, honey.” Frank laughed, then turned the corner and entered the living room as he continued to talk to himself. “I’ll be sure t-to-… Uh, b-be sure t-t-to… Uhh…”

He stopped in place just before reaching the stairs, his eyes rapidly blinking as he hunched over slightly and began to shiver hard. Frank’s hands reached up and placed them on each side of his head as he quickly lost all sense of balance. In just a few short seconds, there wasn’t anything left of Frank’s old mind.

The middle-aged man slowly stood upright and stared blankly ahead with wide eyes for a long moment, having forgotten everything he’d ever known and experienced, while at the same time, a carbon copy of Otto’s own mind was finding its bearings within Frank’s body. He took in a very sharp breath, then slowly let it out and looked around at his surroundings.

“It worked.” Frank mumbled, a wide smile spreading across the handsome man’s lips as he looked down and placed his hands on his sturdy torso, being sure to feel up every inch of it over the shirt. “I’m Uncle Frank now…”

He turned and began up the stairs to tell himself the good news, but did so too fast, it seemed. Uncle Frank’s body looks great, but his back is in terrible shape, the man thought to himself as he more calmly made his way up to Otto’s room. Once in front of the door, and with the bulge of his seven-inch member twitching in the front of his shorts, Frank took a deep breath before stepping inside.

As soon as he did, he locked eyes with George, who was sitting on the edge of Otto’s bed and getting his fat cock sucked by the eager young twink.

The briefest looks of panic flashed across the large black man’s face, but he quickly went back to pursing his lips and leaning his head back as Otto took the entire length of his BBC down his throat.

Otto pulled off and turned around to face Frank, wiping his mouth as the two stared each other down without saying much for a long moment, the young man’s hand still happily stroking his dad’s black dick.

“So, did it work?” Otto asked, his pretty-boy face smirking with confidence. “Are you-”

“Yep. I’m you.” Frank said, licking his lips at the sight in front of him. “I think Uncle Frank was coming up here to check on you guys. And to take a piss, apparently.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“I’m sure I will too.”

Frank turned away and walked out, closing the door behind him.

The man then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, which was already unlocked and without its old password thanks to the Master PC Command that Otto had entered. Checking the Apps Menu on it, Frank quickly found what he was looking for.

‘MPC Mobile’

Without hesitation, Frank tapped on it, entered in a ‘User’ name, and then a miniature version of what Otto had been seeing on his laptop appeared on the phone’s screen, with him selected.

The first thing Frank did with it was go to the Command Center as he slowly turned and began back towards the stairs.

[From this point on, nobody that is currently in the house will ever need to use the bathroom again. Anything they consume will always be safely ingested and/or digested, and will be converted into energy. Every human body that is affected by this Command is also completely devoid and clean of any kind of bodily excrement, and they each have indestructible elastic properties.]

As soon as the Command was sent, Frank noticed two things.

Firstly, and thankfully, the aches and pains across his great figure completely vanished without a trace, as well as his agonizing need to relieve himself.

Secondly, and technically lastly, he realized that the ‘Retroactive Changes’ setting hadn’t already been switched on, which he immediately activated afterwards.

Oh well, he thought to himself with a chuckle as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

Once Frank stood just before the entryway of the kitchen, he paused for a moment.