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 shoulders. He wasn't sure what he'd got from his mother - he barely remembered her.

"This lockbox is in the way dad, where's it going?" Dan shifted the small metal trunk and balanced it on the bottom stair, holding it in place with his calf as he found the flyer.

"Just leave that one," called back Keith urgently, "I'm coming to get it!" He raced in as Dan looked up. "I'll take that upstairs now." He shuffled his son to one side, picked up the lockbox and straightened up.

The box fell apart in his hands, the hinge giving way so the top and bottom halves were connected only by the padlock. The contents spilled onto the floor - four wigs, a few envelopes, and a framed platinum disc.

"Fuck!" Keith began to scramble, picking up the wigs and stuffing them back into the broken box. Dan grabbed the disc.

"Presented to Angelvibe by the RIAA to commemorate one million sales of You Know What I Want," read Dan. "How come you have this, dad?"

"Ehhh, I err... did some work for the record company and they gave it to me," spluttered Keith unconvincingly.

"Then what about the wigs?" Dan thought for a second. "Hang on - these are Angelvibe's wigs from their last video, 'Capture You'! Come on dad, spill the beans."

Angelvibe's members had been styled around their hair colours, and the contrast in looks was one of the reasons they got so big. Everyone had a favourite and every guy knew which member of Angelvibe he wanted to fuck. Paula was a tall black girl with long brown wavy hair; Denise was a short, curvy redhead with bobbed hair and big tits; Keira was a blonde with schoolgirl pigtails and a cheeky smile; and Stephanie was a Latina ice queen supermodel with jet black hair.

They'd been huge for a couple of years and disappeared when they were on top of the world. There had been speculation in the press, rumours that they had married reclusive Arab princes and started families. Whatever happened, Angelvibe just stopped - no interviews, no solo careers, no reality show appearances. The music cast a long shadow though. Their videos, striking and sexy, were still on music TV channels regularly and their songs were a permanent fixture on pop radio. Even though it was all almost twenty years ago, before Dan was even born, he knew all about Angelvibe. Everyone did.

Dan held the platinum disc out to his father, but as his father went to take it Dan froze. The more he thought about Angelvibe in connection with his father, the more he realised that he knew one of them, remembered her dimly. Keira, the blonde one. A presence with him when he was very young, holding him. Mothering him.

"Dad... Is Keira from Angelvibe my mother?"

His father's face fell, and he was quiet for a time. "Let's sit down," he said eventually. "I owe you an explanation."

The two men sat, cans of cola on the table between them. They'd forgotten how hungry they were.

Keith took a deep breath. "Angelvibe were huge, but deeply unhappy. They were controlled, strictly and cruelly by a kind of svengali. He took the money, made the decisions. They had no freedom. He was like their pimp." He sighed deeply. "Actually, he literally was their pimp. He'd force them to fuck rich men for money sometimes."

Dan shrugged. "Why didn't they just leave? Everyone would have listened."

"That's not the way it works, even though it should. The members of Angelvibe were trapped. It was more than obedience or being biased around. This was... something else." Keith swallowed. "The svengali was in actual control of Angelvibe. They literally couldn't disobey him. These wigs, he made them somehow, a mix of magic and technology. Nothing I could ever comprehend, anyway... They made Angelvibe obey him and they couldn't take the wigs off. He wore a ring on his left hand, middle finger, and it linked him to the members. I never saw him without it."

Dan scowled at his father. "So you knew this guy? Why didn't you do something?"

"I couldn't. And even if I could... The guy was a beast. Big, frightening and permanently angry."

"This is crazy... Mind control wigs, magic rings... What happened?"

"The svengali died. Angelvibe were shooting their video for Capture You, and he got electrocuted on set. A freak accident. Dropped dead right away, it was instantaneous. And it broke his control over the band. They went back to their dressing room, took off the wigs and walked away." He wiped away a tear - Dan had never seen his father cry before. "They all walked away except Keira. She was pregnant and was scared about what would happen if she took it off. The wigs didn't just affect their minds, they changed their bodies. Keira didn't want to hurt you, so she kept the wig on. And she locked away the other wigs and the svengali's ring for safety."

"How could a wig change someone's body?"

"I have no idea, but they did. And even though she was only just through the first trimester, Keira already loved you so much."

"So why did she leave me?" Dan sighed.

"She didn't leave until she knew you were going to be okay with me." 

"So this woman who wore Keira's wig," started Dan before Keith interrupted.

"No. It wasn't a woman." He took a deep breath. "It was me. I wore the wig. I gave birth to you. And when it was safe, after you started to grow, after I stopped breastfeeding you, I became myself again... but I always wanted to be your parent, I always loved you." Keith's lips quivered as he spoke. 

Dumbfounded, Dan sat quiet for a moment. "All my life I wanted to meet her... And she was you." The wheels spun in his mind. "Dad - if you put the wig back on, would you turn into her again?"

"Oh... No, I don't want to do that. I don't even want to think about it!"

"Please Dad, I just want to meet her. Please!"

"I can't. It's my life, my identity. Don't ask me." Keith held his head in his hands. "When he made me put on the wig the first time, it was like my mind and body were turned inside out. I could feel everything... I could feel everything the whole time. When he hit me, screamed at me, gave me to other men knowing I couldn't say no. When they used me. And when he got me pregnant... and died... even inside her I felt so happy."

Keith looked up at his son. Dan was holding the svengali's ring.

"Please put on the wig, dad. I don't want to force you but I will."

"Don't do it, Danny," Keith pleaded. "Don't wear that ring. It's evil!"

Catching his breath, Dan slipped the ring onto the middle finger of his left hand. It fit perfectly. With burning eyes, he regarded the cowering figure of his father. A great energy welled inside him, rose through his chest and burst from his mouth.

"PUT ON THE WIG NOW."

The words echoed into a part of Keith that had been transformed as a young man, and never returned to him even when he was freed. A part of his being that the ring owned and which he could not disobey. Trembling, he picked up the blond, pigtailed wig and placed it onto his scalp.

The effect was instantaneous.

Keith fell to the floor, squirming as the wig knitted itself into his head, tendrils of magic clamping onto the neurons and squeezing and changing the glands there. Hormones charged by unfathomable powers raced through his system, altering his body from the inside as the spell reshaped him. His body mass almost halved as he lost height and thickness, his skeleton thinning, reducing and the muscles around it shrinking away.

Standing over his father, Dan watched as his father regressed into the form of a noughties pop starlet. His chest inflated into a pair of perky twenty-something tits, his legs suddenly long and shapely. His big, calloused hands becoming narrow and girly. A tiny shriek emitted from a pretty young face as a piercing popped into place through her bellybutton. It really was Keira of Angelvibe on the floor, trying to get her thoughts in order. 

She looked up suddenly. "Daniel... Danny, please, you have to take that ring off. Look, the wig is on now, we can talk! Please just take it off before the situation gets any worse."

Dan reached for the ring intending to remove it, but found he couldn't. Not that the ring was stuck on him - more than he himself was stuck. He couldn't move his other hand to it to pull it off. He strained, but was rewarded with a flash of burning heat that seared out of the ring, up his arm, across his body, into his brain.

It was the essence of pure power.

Dan grew, passing six and a half feet in height. His muscles simultaneously thickened, his biceps ripping through his t-shirt sleeves and his prominent, powerful chest pushing the fabric to the point it began to ladder and pull apart. Huge feet suddenly overloaded his sneakers, bursting the laces and wrecking the uppers. Thick thighs filled his joggers to bursting point, and between his legs his balls swelled, quadrupling in size. His cock unreeled in his boxers, his soft four inches fattening until it dwarfed the size of his old erections.

Though his blood, into his brain flooded a lifetime of evil tactics, manipulative knowledge; how to control, command, take advantage of the wig wearers. How to fuck. How to rape.

"Well fuck," Dan said in a new, deeper, more confident voice. "It looks like daddy was actually mommy the whole time. And now I'm my own real daddy."

With a cruel look on his distorted, corrupted face, he reached into his joggers with huge new hands and a pulled out his long, impossibly thick cock. It hung for a moment, then began to harden. In seconds it was over a foot long and as thick as a can of beer. 

Keira was shaking in terror. "Oh god, Danny no. Please don't do this. Take it off!"

"Fuck that. I'm back in a new body with a whole lot of life to live. And money to make. Bands to manage. And bitches to fuck. Speaking of which, let's get started."

Dan hoisted Keira onto the kitchen table and ripped off Keith's baggy clothes with a single hand. Her body was perfect, and Dan fastened his mouth over her perfect, shaven pussy and began to lick and probe her hot insides. She kicked in protest but Dan simply lifted his head and in that commanding voice said, "hold still bitch! I'm trying to be nice here!"

Keira stopped resisting. Dan stood upright and without hesitation powered his monstrous cock right inside her pussy, fucking her hard and deep. Holding her by the hips, he pulled Keira's body onto his dick violently, his giant cock bulging the slim, pliable surface of her stomach. She began to moan as he treated her like a sex doll, indifferent to her pain or pleasure. She flopped uncontrollably, unable to do anything in the face of his overpowering strength... his masculinity... his power. Despite everything, Keira orgasmed hard.

"You grew a nice replacement body for me, even cuter than I was before. And thanks to my ring, your boy has got the physical and mental upgrade he needed to be a real boss. I think I should knock you up again, get the next generation of Svengali brewing in there."

"Nooo... Please no," Keira wailed in despair. 

"You can plead as much as you want, cunt, I'm the fucking boss aren't I? And what I said goes. So if I tell you I'm going to breed you, you say thank you!" Svengali picked up the pace, fucking Keira with long, violent strokes. "So fucking say it, now!"

"Thank you boss," she whimpered. 

"Alright baby, get ready. I'm gonna fuckin' blast twenty years of built up cum right into your slutty hole!"

He flooded her insides, first expelling the few weak shots of Dan's semen that were stored in his body. Then a tidal wave of Svengali's mighty cum, which packed her cunt and sprayed back out over the floor. Keira slipped off the table, into the milky puddle, sobbing. 

Svengali wiped his cock over her face, leaving the remnants of his orgasm in smears. He leaned down to her.

"There you go Keith. Yeah, I know you're in there. How did you like it, getting fucked by your own corrupted son? Probably pregnant? Just so you know, I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you every day until I'm over hundred percent certain I'll have another heir." He stood.

"If it's any comfort, Danny and my ring were always going to come together at some point. I bet my soul on it twenty five years ago, and powers you'll never understand have been working to make it happen ever since. It was a done deal. Now don't go doing anything stupid. You stick right here - we've got careers to kickstart."

Keira was his to command now. While he wore the ring, nothing could break the spell. He just needed to find three more bitches to wear the other wigs, and it would finally be time for Angelvibe's long awaited comeback.