Tony Bianchi, tough guy, for now

Tony smiled as he looked at the waitress her tits slipping and sliding under her apron. He laughed as one slid out and she took someones order before slipping it back in. Tony was a big guy, six feet tall and 200 pounds of muscle. He had been a linebacker in high school and college and, while not fast enough to make any big waves professionally he had at least been scouted which was more than most people could say. Still football had paid for college and Tony wasn't as dumb as one might believe to look at him so his degree in exercise physiology was actually worth something. He worked at the local gym as a trainer and was good enough at what he did to hold private sessions that he charged a fair bit for. About the only complaint he had in life was his girlfriend had dumped him recently and it wasn't like that was a particularly uncommon occurrence. He had left a string of relationships through high school and college none lasting more than a few months.

He leaned back in his chair thinking about what to write, a harem of female slaves would be nice but might be a hassle to maintain. If he gave himself to much money or power then he might end up actually having to give a shit about the world around him. As he leaned back he glanced at the door and saw his most hated person enter the shop. Luca Bianchi was three years older than Tony and the opposite of him in nearly every way. Luca was short at 5 foot 6 his eyes barely reaching Tony's chin. He wasn't quite overweight but he never really worked out and had a bit of a beer gut. He had barely graduated college with a degree in communications and as far as Tony knew was working for some radio station that no one listened to. He disgusted Tony just to look at to see the piece of shit that he could have been if he hadn't applied himself. Suddenly Tony felt a lurch and center of gravity was thrown off. He had been so busy staring daggers at his older brother he had accidentally leaned to far back and over balanced. He fell to the ground his head hitting the tile with a loud crack.

Slowly Tony blinked the fog away his surrounding resolving into the coffee shop. Standing over him was someone who looked familiar but Tony couldn't quite place it. He was tall and skinny but in a muscular sort of way. His face was darkly handsome and Tony absurdly felt himself blushing. He extended a hand and tony reached up to grab it. Something felt wrong though but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. His brain felt foggy and it was difficult to resolve his thoughts.

"Are you okay little brother?" said the handsome stranger and Tony blinked at him. There was no way this was Luca, he was, too tall, too hot, too ripped, too... suddenly Tony felt a tightness in his crotch. It was like he wanted to cum but his dick refused to get hard like something was preventing it. The man claiming to be his brother looked at him with a look of malicious glee.

"Dang little bro do you need your medicine?" He said.

"My what?" Said Tony confused. His head was refusing to resolve itself, everything looked wrong, and this guy was claiming to be Luca, and he looked so damn hot, and his brain was refusing to resolve itself still feeling fuzzy and slow.

"This." Said the man unzipping his pants and letting his dick hang out.

Tony's mouth suddenly started watering, then the smell hit him. It was so damn good, how had he forgotten how damn good dick tasted, and not just any old dick, this was Luca's dick! He remembered sneaking into Luca's room to get a good sniff of his dirty underwear. He remembered how sad he had been when Luca moved away to college and he could no longer find any old tissue from Luca's masturbation sessions. He remembered when Luca had been home one summer and e had walked in on him with his dick out. How enticing and beautiful it looked, how delicious it had tasted. But then he also remembered that same event but instead of pathetically crawling over and sucking this brothers 10 inch monster he had doubled over in laughter at the pathetic three inches his pervert older brother was packing. He grabbed his head this was wrong it was all wrong but his brain wasn't working.

Suddenly Luca leaned over dick still dangling. "Finally figuring it out huh, Femboy Tony? That book was fun to write in." suddenly everything was clear. as though a sudden light burst through the fog he saw what was going on. In his brain were two sets of memories, it one he was big, tough, smart, and strong. The apple of his parent eye and clearly superior to his pathetic older brother. In the other he was barely a man, his minuscule dicklet was so hair trigger that his mother had **** him to wear a chastity cage when she got tired of cleaning up his crusty underwear. Instead of being tall and strong he was short and soft, he had small breasts and an ass the envy of every girl at high school. By grade 8 he had just stopped trying to pretend and wore solely women's clothing right down to a bra and panties. Now as an adult he was practically indistinguishable from a woman except of course for his constantly firing little dicklet. He lived with his brother because he was too stupid to even get his high school diploma and his parents had cut him off when he turned 18. Luca was good to him though as long as he did what Luca said.

"By the way, every time you swallow cum you'll lose of old memory." Said Luca with a laugh. So I'd try to resist if you can or you'll be stuck like this forever. He the gave his dick a little shake.

To his credit Tony tried to resist. He turned away and tried to walk away but found himself unable. Tony was a good girl, and if Luca, no if Master offered a treat a good girl should eat it. Tony turned back, got on her knees and began to suck.