The Big Comeback
Warning: forced transformation, rape, identity death. Dan hauled the last box from the back of the truck and his father Keith grabbed the other side, walking backwards carefully into their new home. Moving house and doing the lifting themselves was a pain, but now he was eighteen at least Dan was able to do half the work. The drive across country had been fun, taking a couple of hours each at a time. "This is the kitchenware," said Keith, "let's put it straight down in there." The two navigated the piles of boxes and placed it in the room. "I can't face unpacking this tonight, son. Shall we find a takeaway?" Keith stretched his broad back, his t-shirt riding up a little to show his small, firm gut. He was a bricklayer, physically strong but at 45 was carrying a little more weight than he used to. "I think I saw a local flyer in the mail pile when we came in," said Dan. He was taller and slimmer than his father, but had inherited his wide ...
