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We all have those forgetful days. You leave your wallet at home, your phone at work... forget to put on clothes entirely.
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The Blip: A Family That Blips Together 3 - The Father
The second slice of lemon pie never stood a chance.
Colin returned with a mop, cheeks still pink and trying not to look at Maddox’s beefy, fur-laced belly as he grunted and wiped the mess. Duncan watched with that calm predator's smirk, absently flexing his own mountainous arms as he chewed. The scent in the room was changing—heavier, hotter, thicker with testosterone and sweat.
And then— another shift. No flash. Just a rupture in reality's foundation.
Thomas had been sitting, idly stabbing at his salad, mid-rant about work—
—and suddenly he wasn’t sitting at all.
The entire chair shattered. Wood splinters exploded under the sudden, impossible mass of a man too wide, too heavy, too carved for anything that wasn't reinforced steel.
Now standing where once mild-mannered Thomas Reeve sat— was Adam Reeve, globally renowned IFBB Pro Bodybuilder.
He was enormous.
Every slab of him glistened like polished onyx—his dark chocolate skin stretched to its very limit over pecs the size of over-inflated medicine balls, abs hard and deep like cobblestone, thighs so thick they forced his gait wide. He wore nothing but a tiny, black leather posing brief that barely contained the monster swinging between his legs.
He stood there, nostrils flaring, looking around like a bull sniffing the air before charging.
“FUCK,” Adam growled, voice deep and rich, vibrating the kitchen tiles.
Duncan dropped his fork. Even he looked a little shook.
Maddox turned around, arms crossed over his massive tank top-clad chest, that beret still perched like a crown on his thick skull.
Adam cracked his neck, then flexed.
The room trembled. His pecs bounced once—twice—each slap of dense mass echoing. His arms came up into a brutal front double biceps pose, every ridge and vein standing out like mountain ridgelines on a map of war.
Colin let out a little whimper.
“Fucking chairs,” Adam rumbled. “Can’t handle real mass.”
He stomped forward, quads rippling with obscene definition, traps flaring up with every breath. He walked right past Colin without noticing the way the poor teen nearly dropped the mop from pure sensory overload.
Adam turned to Maddox and Duncan, smirking.
“Kitchen smells like a fuckin’ locker room,” he said, sniffing the air. “Just the way I like it.”
“Good to see you dressed for dinner,” Maddox grunted, arms folded across his shelf of a chest, a painful hard on forming in his camo at the sight of his nearly naked husband.
Adam grinned, spreading his arms wide. “Why hide the goods?”
He flexed again—a slow, deliberate most muscular—his pecs slamming together, his traps firing upward, his abs cutting like a blade through that thick torso. His posing brief bulged, and Colin made a soft choking sound behind him.
No one acknowledged that anything had changed. To everyone now, Adam had always been this way. Always massive. Always proud. Always walking around the house nearly naked and oiled up after a pump. There were photos on the walls now—him standing on Olympia stages, flexing beside trophy plaques, posing for MuscleMaster magazine in leather jockstraps.
Even the air smelled different now—protein powder, cocoa butter, testosterone, and raw, sweaty dominance.
Maddox chuckled.
“You posing again for your fans after this?”
“Got a livestream later,” Adam grunted, adjusting his bulge in the pouch. “Upper chest and abs. Might throw in a little flex-for-pay if the tips are good.”
Duncan grinned. “Bet you rake it in.”
Adam gave his oldest son a wink. “You know it, boy.”
Colin stared. Frozen. Breathing shallow. His dad had become a goddamn sex icon, a thick, glistening, half-naked powerhouse. His mom was a Special Forces bear. And his sister?
Duncan Reeve was lounging shirtless in his seat, belching, scratching his thick furry gut and smirking like a jungle alpha.
This was his family now.
And Colin? Was just a twig among titans.
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The Blip: A Family That Blips Together 5 - The Son
Steam curled under the bathroom door like a living thing. The sound of deep voices, masculine laughter, and water smacking against solid muscle echoed out into the hallway.
Colin stood just outside, his palms clammy, heart pounding.
He could hear them.
Dad. Maddox. Duncan.
Their voices had changed. Deepened. Darkened. There was this weight in every syllable, a dripping bass that rolled through the air like thunder. Colin had heard it all through the walls: the flexing, the groans, the laughter—intimate, carnal, animal.
And they didn’t even lock the door.
He stepped forward. Slowly. His bare feet crept across the cool tile. The door cracked open.
Steam blasted him in the face.
And there they were.
Three monsters. All nude. All glistening. Water running over bodies so massive the room looked like it was made for children. Adam’s chest alone could smother a man. Maddox leaned against the tile, beard wet, hairy pecs rising and falling like powerful engines. Duncan had his arms around both, lazy, cocky, smirking—his armpits slick and on full display as he leaned back against the wall like the king of the den.
And they saw him.
Duncan didn’t miss a beat. “Hey, little bro.”
Colin’s mouth worked, but no sound came out.
Maddox raised a brow. “You gonna just stand there, boy?”
Adam’s smile was slow, relaxed, knowing. “Come on in. We saved you a spot.”
But Colin snapped.
His fists clenched. His voice cracked.
“No! What the fuck is going on?! You’re all different—Dad, you were skinny and wore glasses! Maddox was mom! She made fucking pie! Duncan was CLAIRE! You were my sister! What the fuck is this?! What’s WRONG with all of you?!”
The words echoed like a punch.
Steam hissed. The other men didn’t move.
Colin kept going, voice shaking, heat rising in his face. “You all just… changed. Turned into these… things! And you’re leaving me behind! Like I’m not even part of the family anymore—like I’m just some weak little freak—”
Suddenly, a hand reached out.
Thick. Wet. Warm.
Duncan’s finger pressed firmly against Colin’s lips.
“Shhh,” Duncan murmured, smirking. “You’re wrong, lil bro. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Colin froze.
His whole body trembled under the weight of Duncan’s touch, that casual domination. His scent—sweat and musk—invaded Colin’s lungs. Something stirred. Something deep and wild and buried under layers of fear and shame and want.
Duncan leaned closer, voice low and gravelly. “It’s your time now.”
And that’s when it happened.
The Blip.
Like a gunshot through his bones.
Colin's eyes went wide. His arms jerked. His spine arched. And his body began to ERUPT.
Muscle tore through his frame like fire through dry grass. His shirt shredded off his torso as traps exploded up to his ears—skin darkening to a chocolate hue like his dad Adam. His pecs bulged outward, slamming into one another with a deep thud. His abs carved themselves from his belly in seconds, wet skin stretching over bricked slabs of pure alpha-core.
His legs twisted into pillars—thick, veiny, vascular. His calves ballooned. His back widened, lats flaring out like wings of flesh and power.
His neck thickened. Jawline squared. Facial hair stubbled in. His voice, when it came, was a deep growl of ecstasy:
“FUUUCKKKKKK…”
A massive black leather posing brief snapped into place, wrapping around a now-huge cock and pair of balls that demanded worship. A silver belt gleamed at his waist, heavy and bold.
He staggered forward, grabbing the wall as the last tremors rolled through his now colossal frame.
And then he stood tall.
Colin Reeve was gone. In his place was C.J. Reeve—pro bodybuilder, Adam's protege, Olympian-level hunk, pride of the Reeve household, and youngest bull in a pen full of monsters.
He looked down at himself and grinned, pure confidence radiating from his sweat-soaked smile.
“Well damn,” he rumbled, flexing one thick bicep. “Took me long enough.”
Duncan clapped him on the back. “There he is.”
Maddox whistled. “Look at those fuckin’ wheels.”
Adam stepped forward, gripping C.J.’s shoulder in a massive hand. “Proud of you, son.”
And C.J.? He just flexed again, pecs bouncing like twin drums.
“I’m starving. Chest and bicep day? I need protein, now.”
Duncan laughed. “Atta bro.”
The four titans walked out of the shower together, dripping, jacked, and perfect.
The Blip had finally done it's job. Their memories erased. None of them questioned the past, because there was no past. This was their reality now.
For the Reeve family they were always like this—four ultra-masculine gay alphas under one roof, each one bigger, harder, and more dominant than the last—and they couldn't be any happier.
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