When Liam found a suspicious e-mail that led him to an even more suspicious website, he didn’t know how to react... until he got to know the “special changes” that came with the site’s product. And who else would he test it with other than his best friend and roommate?
Theodore grabbed the hem of his sweat-drenched top and pulled it over him. Unbeknownst to him, Liam was expecting that very moment to happen.
As soon as Theodore finally got the top off of him, Liam lunged forward. The scruffy-looking male did it with much force that the former lost his footing. It only lasted a brief moment, though all the same, Theodore had to grab onto the closest shelf to stop his fall.
“Sorry about that,” Liam said, though his apologetic tone sounded quite indifferent.
Bewildered, Theodore looked at the source of the voice. His eyes widened when he looked to his right and, there, saw none other than Liam. He could feel the hot breath blow against his face as the sweaty older male clung to him like a leech.
“Liam!” the younger man cried out as his jaw went slack, but he soon gathered his bearings. He clenched his jaws and tightened his hands. A frown formed on his face and his breathing became laboured.
There, with a stupid and cheeky grin, was his alleged missing roommate.
“Liam, what are you doing?” Theodore bellowed, unable to contain his anger. He had been quite worried, frightened, and angered the past few minutes. The sudden appearance of Liam toppled it over, but his anger still remained. “When did you—how did you—where were you?”
Liam chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, you know, here and there.”
“And what does that supposed to mean, anyway?”
Rather than replying to his question, Liam left his answer as it is, ambiguous. This only infuriated Theodore. But right as he was about to express his anger, the brunet began to move.
The scruffy male nestled his arms atop of his roommate as if it were a blanket. Then, he moved onto their fingers. He placed his hand over Theodore’s, then let their fingers intertwine.
Theodore did nothing but watched in stunned silence. He did not know how or why, but he could not move. Nor did he ever try moving. It was as if he had been... locked in place. He did not resist nor complained, which only gave him a headache. It was as if his body was giving up its control to Liam.
By contrast, the brunet knew what was happening. At least, he believed he knew what was happening. That the reason why Theodore did not fight back was because of the Modi-Pill’s effect. One of them has calming effects… at least, from what he had read. Liam tightened his hold on the smaller man’s hand, giving it a firm squeeze as if to affirm that it was happening.
The brunet then looked at his left, smirking as he did. “I’ve heard you’re looking for me?”
Theodore shook his head, freeing himself from the momentary daze, and yelled back. “Liam, get off me! You’re heavier than me, you know that! And your hands, too, it’s pressing down on mine... hard...”
“Sorry, but I can’t do that yet.” There was a calmness in Liam’s voice when he replied. A smooth baritone, in fact, that was unlike him on most days, if at all. “I can’t explain it to you now, but I need you to trust me and, well, relax for a bit. I’ll be taking it from here.”
He allowed his body to press up against Theodore even more. The sensation of stitching together muscle and tissues was there, only blurred out. Liam does not know why the other male had not noticed it yet, but he did not care.
Meanwhile, Theodore only got even more vexed than before. In spite of the advice given to him, he could only do the opposite and show how irked he was. He could only handle so much before he reaches his breaking point, and this was what breaks the camel’s back.
“Liam, I’m being serious here!”
“But I’m serious too, you know?” Liam shot back, levelling his emotions to that of the other.
The raven-haired male huffed. He then began trying to remove his friend from him, but he found it close to impossible. It was clear that Liam was stronger than he was. And he weighed even more thanks to all that muscles. But even then, Theodore could not shake him off. He could not even move his hands the way he wanted because of the other male clinging onto them like some sort of leech.
“Give it up, please,” Liam pleaded. “You’ll only tire yourself out.”
“I’m not going to back down without a fight, and you know it!” Theodore jumped, stretched, and even attempted to tickle Liam, but they were all for nought. Between each laboured breath, he responded, “Unless you tell me what’s going on, I won’t stop. Ever.”
“But it’s a secret!” Liam said, “Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong things here. Instead of coming up with a plan to get rid of your wonderful roomie, why not get ourselves to bed? I swear that things will clear out once you got a good night’s rest.”
“None of your advice is helpful!” Theodore flailed his arms around. “And just why are you so... I don’t know, sticky? Is this a superglue prank? Am I on live camera now?”
While the raven-haired male was rambling on, he came to notice that something was amiss. He felt that something was wrong. The young man looked down and let out a gasp of shock.
The skin—his skin—from either side of his body had become distorted. Misshapen, as if it were soft and malleable clay. Theodore could also see it stretched way further... and onto Liam’s body, no less. Likewise, the opposite was true as well; the brunet’s skin had also latched itself onto him. As if they were slimes, combining into one, homogenous mixture.
But that was not the only thing that gave him the shivers. Theodore also noticed how their skin tones were blending. Amalgamating to form an even blend of colour. Not quite light enough to be Liam’s, and not brown enough for his own. It was as though a new person might burst out from their fusion.
“What’s happening? What’s happening?” Theodore’s lips quivered as his voice became cracked. The words were on a constant repeat, like a mantra. Questions were all given but never answered. He felt helpless as he watched this new and combined skin spread inwards now. Towards his chest and stomach. “Tell me, Liam, what’s going to happen to me? Am I... are you like a symbiote or something? Are you going to eat me?”
“Slow down with your theory-crafting, you nerd!” Liam snapped before he let his voice dip down into a comforting, low tone. “Look, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s all a painless process, see? Why not relax, as I’ve said before, hm?”
Theodore remained stubborn. He shook his head, defiant from the other’s wish, and continued sobbing his heart out. “Liam—Lee—what’s happening?”
The raven-head looked at his friend, whose lips were tight shut, giving him no solace at all. Then, he felt a tingling sensation from either of his arms. He checked on them and could hardly contain the wreck of emotions that flooded him.
His arms looked like a mess. Or to be more precise, their arms. His and Liam’s. Before all this, Theodore could identify which arm belonged to whom. Beyond skin colour, the muscled one was Liam’s, while his arms had a bit of flab in them. The former’s was also longer and bigger—hands included. But this was no longer the case any more. It became hard to pinpoint exactly where their arms separate from one another. They looked as inseparable as Liam was to his back.
Theodore could not believe that the thick mass of flesh was what used to be his arms. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed from feeling too overwhelmed.
His eyes remained closed until Liam began to shake him.
“Theodore, you got to see this!”
“What do you want now?” Theodore snarled. “I am lamenting here!”
“Our arms are taking shape now, look!”
The younger male opened his eyes and, true to Liam’s word, they were taking shape. Proper shape, this time around. Theodore could make out the upper and lower arms, the elbows, and even the hands. But like what he saw with his lower half, it looked different. And well-developed, too. It was like an athlete’s.
With careful movements, he lifted them up until it was level with his shoulders. He waved them up and down, stopped, and watched as it moved again the same way without his control. Theodore’s eyes widened as he looked at it before turning his head towards Liam, who only sniggered at him.
“Would you please tell me what this is all about?” Theodore asked, his voice meek and tiny, not much higher than a whisper. He swerved his head to his right, only to see the other’s head close up to his face. It looked to him that it moved from somewhere at the back to his side. He furrowed his brows and swallowed his saliva, then asked again. “Lee, please, I need answers. Tell me... what’s going on?”
Liam heaved a deep breath, and to Theodore’s surprise, he felt it. He felt the rise and fall of his chest. He felt the rush of air that went inside his lungs.
“What was that all about?” He cut Liam off as he brought their merged hand and began placing it across his—their—chest. “Lee? I’m scared... I’m scared. W-what is—”
“Let me explain,” Liam cut him off. “So, as you can see, our arms have been... fused together. And as you have also seen, so did our torsos. Also, if you look at my neck, or at least touch it with your hands, I can also say that we’re on the same set of shoulders.”
So, Theodore did just that. He turned his head, only to have it bump against the other. The raven-head could look at Liam face to face, but cannot look down from there. Infuriated, he settled on feeling it instead. With their left hand, he put it at the base of his neck, on the right side. He inched it to the right, finding any fault or gap as he did. Unfortunately, there were none. It kept going and going until he felt the base of Liam’s neck. In response, he pulled his hand out, and his breathing became hitched. Short and quick.
“Did you feel that?” Liam asked. “There were no gaps between the crook of our necks.”
“W-why, though? Why, me? And how are you so calm about this?”
“I, uh, planned this to happen?”
Those words brought out the anger inside Theodore. With a fit of rage, he reeled his head to the left and, without warning, slammed it to his right like a battering ram.
Liam, who had not expected that, received the full brunt of the force unprepared. They staggered for a bit before they stood back up in an upright position.
“Why would you do that?” Liam cursed beneath his breath while he waited for the pain to go away.
“Because I can,” answered Theodore. “Looks like we’re merged together now. You can’t get away from me as much as I can’t, so you better be ready for any and all punishments from me. You didn’t even ask my consent for this!”
“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Liam reasoned.
“And would you care to elaborate on the reason why?” Theodore pressed on. He could already tell this would all end up being a bigger problem by tomorrow morning.
“Uh, because of reasons.”
The brunet smiled. “More on to that later.”
The blasé reply only infuriated Theodore, but he held back before he could do anything. He opened his mouth to say something when he felt a sudden flow of numbness throughout their body. Most especially on the right side: the arm, leg, and that side of the torso. It was nothing like he had ever felt before.
Likewise, Liam felt the numbness spread across his left side. Exactly the opposite of Theodore’s.
“Grab onto something,” the brunet commanded. He, himself, used their right arm and lodged it at one of the shelves for support.
“Okay,” Theodore replied. He reached out for one of the closet’s handles and grabbed it. Even though his hands were shaking, he maintained a tight hold around the handles with an iron grip.
Without as much as a break, the two men felt their legs give in, but not in an instant. In fact, it did not last for more than a second. It had been fleeting, like a flash. Once more they staggered, and even Liam had shown confusion at what had happened.
“Is it over?” Theodore asked.
“Yeah, I... think so, too.” Liam looked down at their legs before he faced his body-mate. “So, ready to see if we can walk?”
Theodore snapped his head and faced him; fear etched onto his features. “Are you crazy? What if we fall this time?”
“Nonsense! In the count to three, we take a few steps forward. Ready?”
“Wait a minute!”
Liam slipped their right arm out of the closet shelf and began walking forward. As in, with both left and right legs under his control.
Theodore, meanwhile, looked horrified when they saw themselves walking. Even more so when he found himself letting go of the handle. He closed his eyes and waited for the eventual fall...
... but nothing.
“You should’ve seen your face, Theo!” the raven-haired male heard Liam snorting with laughter. “What have I been telling you all this time? Relax, dude, you’re fine.”
Theodore opened his eyes and, lo and behold, they were in the middle of their room. A few steps or so away from the closet. He looked around, down, and then at Liam, unsure what to say or comment. There were too many things to keep up with, and there were too many things left unaccounted for. He looked to-and-fro Liam and their body, puzzled and rattled all the same.
“Were you scared?” Liam asked. He caressed Theodore’s cheek with their right hand, which was his way to calm him down. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m always here.”
“Of course, you’d always be there! We’re conjoined, now!” Theodore pointed out. He looked down at their shared body once more and gave it a good look.
From the skin tone alone, it was already different. Back when he first saw Liam, it was like having vitiligo. Now, it was a blend, a mix, of their contrasting hues, put together in harmony. There were no patches of skin that looked different; they had fused into one shade. A balanced one, that speaks both of his and his partner’s background.
And of course, the shape itself had changed. He could see that his head was no longer in the centre of the body. More on to the left, aligned with the left nipple. It was wider now, with a big, burly chest and four-pack abs. When he touched them with their left hand, it was soft. Bouncy, even. A marriage between Liam’s hard-earned muscles and his own, quote on quote, ‘baby fat,’ as he insisted it was. There was body hair all over it, too. Not enough to blanket the front half of their body, though. But to Theodore, who never had one bit of it, they looked many. Abundant.
He looked further down and, as he expected, the upper body matched that of their legs. The raven-haired male lifted one foot up before he put it back down. He could feel every bit of movement. The tension and relaxing of muscles. The way the wooden floor was cold and rough beneath the soles.
“What have we become?” Theodore asked himself as he gazed in awe at their conjoint state. “Are we still the same people we once were? Or are we someone... new?”
Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “Let’s think about that later, and more about this!”
He raised their right arm and began flexing, moving it back and forth. “Could you feel that? It’s my arm, but it’s also yours. You should feel it move, muscles and all!”
Theodore nodded. “Y-yeah, I could... feel them.”
His voice trembled in disbelief. He thought he had lost sensation of that limb. Control, too, from that numbness that seared through half of his body. And yet here he was, feeling his—their—right arm move.
“Now, how about this?” Liam brought their right arm close to his head and started rubbing his face against it.
The other male flinched. It was ticklish, feeling the brunet’s scruffy chinstrap rubbing all over their bicep. Without thinking twice, he forced that arm down and held it in place.
“Stop that,” he commanded. “I get tickled easy, remember?”
“Haha... yeah, I do. Awesome, isn’t it?”
Theodore nodded in agreement and then frowned. “Liam, can I ask you something?”
“So, uh, you can move them without problems at all? My, I mean, our body? Is that part of the merging?”
Liam nodded. “Yup. I can move them like my own. I mean, it’s a technical point, but they’re mine as much as they’re yours. My body is your body. We share it, together, with perfect control. The only exception would be our heads.”
“Our... heads?” A part of Theodore became relieved when he heard those words. There was still something that was not shared between them both. Something that he can say would be his and his alone.
“Yeah, our heads,” Liam confirmed. “We ended up having one body, but two separate heads, so no need to worry that much. I am still me, and you are still you. Only that we have to share one body, like a... whatchamacallit? A bi-something or other- twins.”
“The term you’re looking for is ‘dicephalic parapagus twins.’”
“Yeah, that...” Liam took a sharp breath and went back to admiring their merged body. Awe and delight were in his eyes.
Theodore resigned to his new status as a conjoined non-twin to Liam. Still, even if he had calmed down, he could not take in the information given to him. He could not begin to fathom how true it all had been. Nonetheless, here he was, experiencing it all first-hand.
The young man looked at Liam and stopped and stared at the smile on his face. It was a different kind of smile that he always gives. He could feel how warm and sincere this was when compared to the ones he gave before.
It made Theodore question himself... if it were for the best to accept their current situation as it is. To not question for a way out of this. For starters, they were already pretty close friends. A tight-knit one, and he had no qualms calling the other man his brother. His dad, too, viewed Liam as another son, giving and treating him as such.
As confused and frightened Theodore was now, he had to admit this was not all that bad. Being conjoined with his best and closest friend was something he used to think about. Now that this was happening, he felt... happy. Excited, even, since they can do everything together.
Theodore let his eyes rest upon Liam and felt a tug on his heart. The latter looked like he was unwrapping presents on his birthday. And there was laughter, too. Genuine laughter escaped from the brunet’s mouth like it was never-ending. Another tug pulled him out of his musings.
“I could feel it, too,” Theodore blurted out, which caught Liam’s attention. The raven-haired male looked at the latter and repeated, “I could feel it, too, Lee. Your emotions. Your happiness. I could feel it in me….”
Liam’s wide grin spread even more. “Glad you’re enjoying it now.”
“Hey, not to be that kind of person, but, uh...”
“What’s on your mind?” Liam adopted a frown, concerned.
“Oh, nothing in particular... it’s that, well, I want to know what you did to make this—” Theodore gestured at their conjoined state—”happen.”
“Ah,” Liam nodded. “It’s simple. I received an e-mail. From a pharmaceutical company, just to be clear. They, uh, make special kinds of medicine. Body modification pills and all that jazz.”
“W-wait,” Theodore took in a deep breath. He looked Liam straight in the eye. “You followed through what could have been a spam e-mail for this... this medicine?
“Actually, I went to their website and ordered one from there.”
“You went to their website and ordered one from there,” Theodore deadpanned. He was restless now. Their body moved from side to side, and their left foot began tapping on the floor continuously. Liam could feel the irritation sent by his body-mate. “Did it not occur to you that it might have been a scam?”
“I mean, look at us now. It worked, didn’t it?”
“Don’t mess with me, Liam Zachary Edevane! You could have died taking pills from an unknown source!”
“Fair point? Fair point?! I will strangle you even if it means I will carry half a corpse with me!” Theodore threatened, accompanied by his hand doing a strangling motion.
Liam, in fear for his safety, grabbed Theodore’s wrist. He could not hide his surprise when his own arm struggled to keep the other at bay. It went on for a few minutes before he had enough.
“Okay, I get it! I won’t go to bad websites any more. Is that good enough for you?”
“Not like you can do it, though. I’m right next to you now. Forever.” The raven-head huffed. “So, now what? I mean, I was about to have a bath before all this happened.”
“We should take a look at ourselves with a mirror!” The scruffy male suggested. “There’s a full-length one in the bathroom, so let’s go!”
Before Theodore could agree, much less protest, Liam seized control over their body. The raven-haired male did not know what to do but to accept his fate. His sensations of all four limbs had become numbed, most likely because of the latter. It was surprising, but he had seen too many things this night to even care.
“You asked me, but it’s not like you gave me a choice,” the younger male murmured as he was being dragged along.
Liam, meanwhile, continued on with his suggestion. He made them both enter the bathroom, opening the door and turning on the lights. What greeted them was a mess. Dirty piles of laundry stacked against a corner, and questionable stains on the tiles. The scent of disinfectant overpowered their noses, forcing the men to cover them.
But all those things were not what Liam wanted to see. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on the far side of the bathroom. There, between the sink and the shower, was the full-length mirror. Without thinking twice, he went straight for it.
“I still can’t believe I can move our limbs like this.” He looked to his left, facing an unamused Theodore. “Heh... it’s all too seamless. As if we were born conjoined.”
“Lee, it’s a ‘been there, done that’ conversation. Why not get this over with so we can take a shower and then hit the bed.”
“Okay, okay,” he replied. “Now, let’s have a look at our hot new reflection.”
They both stood before the mirror. For the first time tonight, they were able to see the changes that happened in their body. And from a different angle.
“Hey, looks like our merged selves is a hell lot bigger!” Liam exclaimed. “I don’t remember being this muscular, holy phuck!”
“I don’t think we are that muscular.” Theodore pointed out. “We’re bigger when compared to your old body, but not by much.”
“We’re like jocks now,” the brunet continued as if he did not hear a thing Theodore said. “Do you think they’ll look at us with awe and respect now?”
“You sure are enjoying the view, aren’t you?”
Liam smiled. “Of course! Like, do you see our chest? Our abs? It’s my dream to always be this big!”
The two men set their gazes upon their upper torso. Much like Liam proclaimed, it was bigger, as well as wide enough to accommodate the two heads.
“Oh, right, the chest hairs... they’re yours?” Theodore asked. “I didn’t have them before, so I guessed it was something we got from you.”
“We got them from me,” Liam answered. “You have never seen me without my top, so I guess you wouldn’t know.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know about that.”
“Ooh, right, so what do you think? Do you think we can give Jason Momoa a run for his money?”
“What? No! What gives you the idea?”
“Oh, you think so?”
“I know so. Besides, your muscles have also—probably—merged with my, er, chubbiness. We’re fifty-fifty split between fit and unfit.” Theodore brought their left hand to their chest and slid it downwards in a gentle caress. “Besides, only one of us goes to the gym, so that’s why.”
“Okay, fine, but even then, we’ve got so... so big! We got a lot more muscle than before. Come on, Theo, we’re ripped!”
Theodore chuckled. Liam was having the time of his life looking at their conjoined form. It was clear how different they were from before. The only thing that remained the same were their heads. Everything else had undergone a drastic change, which includes their cocks.
One look at their dicks was enough to say they were well-endowed. Its length was almost like their forearms’, and the same as the girth. By chance, even thicker than that.
Liam never realised it was this big when he first saw them. Theodore, too, lacked to comprehend its daring change before. But now, in front of the mirror with a level head, the two men had one thing on their minds: it was big.
“I never noticed it before, but they’re kinda big,” Theodore pointed out. “I mean, I saw it before, but it didn’t... click, you know?”
“And don’t forget the girth,” added Liam as he bends their body forward to get a closer look. He casually grabbed them both with one hand and lifted them up. “It’s heavy, too... and hey, we got four hairy balls!”
They shared a round of laughter as they straightened themselves up.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” the brunet asked his conjoined friend.
“Yeah, it is,” Theodore responded. The tone of his voice betrayed his reply. It did not take long before a frown made its way onto his face. As if realization went through his mind
Liam caught on to the other’s reaction and raised a brow.
“Liam, is this permanent?” Theodore asked. He looked at his conjoined body-mate straight in his eyes and repeated, “Is this permanent?”
“I, uh, yeah. It’s permanent. I think I’ve said it before, so... why?”
“It’s just... what about our dads? About our classes? We’re from two different departments!” Panic overtook Theodore. His heart thumped wild against his chest as tears spilt out from his eyes. Their hand—the one on his side of the body at least—trembled as prickling sensations spread from it.
And Liam felt them all. He could confirm Theodore’s fear because he was experiencing it along with him. This emotion. This sensation. Liam could feel it, from the quick heartbeats to the pins and needles.
“Calm down, Theo,” Liam said. He grabbed Theodore’s arm and caressed it. That had been a trick he had learned that could calm his friend down. “We’ll work through all our problems one step at a time.”
“I can’t calm down! I don’t think I can!” The raven-haired male snapped. He continued rambling on, though the other tuned it out. From one ear to the other.
Liam could not say it out loud, but he knew that this was bad. He could feel the tremor of Theodore’s voice reverberate through him. The gravity of the situation had settled in, and he had to resolve this. And fast.
Without as much of a choice, the scruffy male moved his face close to Theodore and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. It halted the latter’s outburst, if only for a moment. Liam felt their breathing slow down.
“Are you calm now?” He asked.
Theodore faced Liam, surprised yet again by something he did. His hot breath blew against the brunet’s face, though the latter did not seem to mind. Instead, he kept his eyes on him. Fixated.
“Are you calm now?” Liam repeated. He wrapped themselves with their arms and squeezed their body in an attempt for a hug or embrace. The hands move up and down, stroking their sides until he could feel their heartbeat slacken. Until he could feel his body-mate become composed.
“Theo, there’s no point in worrying. Not at this hour, and not with your current state of mind.”
“But how could I?” Theodore responded, with tears welling up in his eyes. “This isn’t going to be a one-time thing, this is permanent! Our lives, Lee—it’s not going back the way they used to. We are not going to be like we used to.”
Right as Liam was about to respond, Theodore wedged their left hand between their necks. He began to shove Liam’s head away, pushing the base of the brunet’s neck away from him. From his shoulder. From his body. He kept at it, repeating the action several times over.
Liam, however, remained unperturbed. No retort. No words. He allowed his body-mate to do as he pleased, even if it started hurting him. His neck was reddening from all that pushing, and he was sure it had bruises now. A part of him is somewhat hurt by this. Emotionally hurt. He thought it was going well, but this was one of the few consequences he knew were about to come and get him. All Liam could do was try mending Theodore’s fragile state.
Theodore, meanwhile, stopped trying to remove Liam’s head from himself. Pain was all he could feel in his arm; it was a bit unaccustomed to moving that much. Still, there was resolve in his heart that burned, wanting to end their fusion. He reached out for the closest metal bar, the towel rack, and held onto it. Then, the young man used it as a lever and pulled. He kept pulling, twisting himself off of Liam, but it did nothing. Their body followed along whichever direction he tried to go.
It had been a fruitless attempt, but Theodore could not accept he and Liam became conjoined. That they were not two bodies stitched together with needle and thread. But instead, merged together at the very core, flesh and all.
As Theodore continued on with his effort to separate himself from Liam, the latter came across... a new kind of problem. It was a surprise encounter, for all he could think of. The brunet had no idea how or why, but down below, was a growing boner. Or boners, considering there were two dicks down there.
“Ah, shite,” he mumbled beneath his breath. The way Theodore was defiant... how he would try to physically separate themselves... it somehow aroused him. For one reason or another, he found the fact that someone else moving his body stimulating. It exhilarated the brunet in a sensual, sexual manner.
He had no answers on why it happened. Nothing. However, what he did know was that their cocks were getting hard.
Still, he remained quiet. It was not like he could say it out loud. Not with Theodore being a complete wreck. His conscience was telling him to keep it to himself; such a thing should be a secret. Liam believes confessing it now would strain his relationship with Theodore further. Even more so now that they have to do everything together.
“I suppose now’s not the best time to remind you that this is permanent?” Liam asked, trying to distract himself from their growing boner. It throbbed and yearned for attention. For a touch, or fondled at, but the scruffy male remained distant. His focus was on Theodore, who still has yet to give up. “You’ll only make us exhausted if you keep this up.”
His words fell unto deaf ears, as Theodore paid him to heed. He continued on with his effort to separate themselves. There was a struggle in his movements, and rightfully so, when half of his body felt like a tonne of lead.
Liam only rolled his eyes. He said, as calm as possible, “Ignoring me won’t change a thing.”
But it was then and there that an idea came to mind.
With a Cheshire Cat grin, Liam began to pull himself in the opposite direction. In stark contrast to where Theodore was pulling. He felt a sharp pain on his left—or rather, the centre of their body—where he and his body mate converge as one. He huffed as each movement turned him on. That each resistance, each defiant tug and pull, made him want to squirm and shudder. His breathing soon became ragged, and it did not take long before their twin cocks became fully erect.
The hardened cock caught Theodore’s attention. Alongside how their shared chest kept rising and falling. This made him slow down to a halt. He turned towards Liam, who had then also stopped pulling away, and gave him a cheeky grin. There was a twinkle in his eyes that said, ‘it worked.’
“Why are we hard?” Theodore asked, straight to the point.
“I find ourselves hot, that’s why.” Liam put their right hand at the base of their cocks and gave it a squeeze. The two men moaned, which incited Liam to stroke their cocks. Each movement made them shudder, which then only made them feel bothered and raunchy.
Theodore’s face, meanwhile, turned into a shade of bright red. “W-what are you—?”
“We got hard,” Liam replied, plain and simple, cutting Theodore’s words while at it. “You kept moving around, and it got me aroused. So, our cocks got hard as well.”
“Are you phucking kidding me?” Theodore snapped. He did not expect that kind of answer. Of all the surprises that happened tonight, this was the most unorthodox one.
“Nope! And like I keep telling you, you can’t get away from me. We’re conjoined now,” the brunet pointed out, giving emphasis on the word ‘conjoined’. “You and I are going to be together forever. There, I said it again. So, you know, might as well make do.”
The younger male’s face turned red even further. “That’s because it’s strange, you know?! The novelty of this conjoinment wore off, so of course, I panicked! And what’s up with you getting a hard-on from me moving around?”
“I don’t know, but I kinda enjoyed it. I guess you can say I discovered a new side to myself.” He tightened his grip on their cocks and they both moaned as a wave of pleasure hit them.
“Lee... let’s not do this here,” Theodore pleaded, unable to resist the way Liam fondled their cocks. “Not in here. Not in the bathroom, standing.”
“You’re right. Let’s go to my bed.”
They made their way out of the bathroom and went straight toward Liam’s bed. It was a feat in itself, taking into consideration Liam still massaging their cocks as they walked. But they did not dwell too much on that. They had a boner to take care of, and that was what mattered the most.
As they stood before the cold and dry bed, the conjoined pair tried to get themselves on top of it. But it did not go as planned. Their body jerked and twitched, and did not move the way they wanted to move. It was because the conjoined pair wanted to move as if they were two individuals. Two very separate individuals, at that.
“Stop that,” Liam scolded, “I’m trying to get us into bed.”
“I’m doing that too, just so you know,” Theodore replied. “It’s hard to move where I want to if you try to move our body your way.”
It took them a while, but Theodore relented in the end. He allowed Liam to dictate where and how he should move. And thus, they were able to cooperate until they had their back against the headboard.
“Are you ready?” Liam asked, panting and sweaty.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” Theodore replied, sweating and panting like the former was. He then raised up their left arm and used it to cover his eyes. “And make it quick, okay? I... I’m still coming to terms with all this, so I’ll leave everything to you. And you can control my side of our body as well, right?”
Liam wasted no time putting their right hand back at their semi-conjoined cock. With a firm grip, he started out in a slow, pleasant caress, moving his hand up and down, savouring every second of it. The brunet felt that Theodore was enjoying this as much as he does. It was like music to his ears, the soft and almost inaudible moans his body-mate failed to suppress. He found it endearing in his own, special way.
But even then, Liam believed that it was lacking. It needed more stimulation.
“It’s not enough,” Liam declared. He took control of their left arm, which made the other yelp in surprise. “I’m sorry, Theo, but I’ll be needing our left arm. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course, I mind!” Theodore retorted as he steeled his arm to prevent Liam from using it against his commands. However, Liam was as stubborn as he was, and did not back off at all. Without as much as another choice, Theodore rescinded control of their left arm over to Liam. He huffed. “Fine, but you better make it good!”
Liam said his thanks and continued on with molesting themselves. He continued using their right hand to fondle their two cocks. With how big their hand had got, he pressed them up against each other with a single grip. Likewise, he used their left hand to rub and massage their bouncy yet firm chest and abs. Every once in a while, he would play with their also-hard nipples.
The two men felt as if they were on fire. Every single one of their touches sent shivers down their spine. It was making them tremble at every other turn. As if their very skin became sensitive, heightened for self-pleasure. This made them even more agitated, and Liam continued jerking themselves off.
It was not long before thick globs of pre-cum began to drip down from the tip of their cocks. The brunet let them ooze into their hands, lubricating them. The slippery feel of their cocks made masturbation easier. As a result, it meant more stimulation.
“This feels amazing!” Liam exhaled sharply. “I don’t know about you, Theo, but it... it feels so much better than when I was alone!”
“I think I know what you mean,” Theodore replied between ragged breaths. “It’s like I can feel your pleasure the same way you feel mine.”
“Like we’re sharing our individual senses?”
“Like we’re sharing our—ah! Keep going! Keep going!” Theodore whimpered. “I—I can’t hold it in any more! Liam! Lee!”
Their body spasmed as they move closer to the climax. And, like before, as a result of receiving mixed signals from the two men. Liam would lean forward, but Theodore would arch their back, and even bed sideways. This made their shared body shift in every which way. It would jostle and convulse, confused as to whose control it should follow.
Liam’s arousal only furthered itself as a result of these clashing movements. And by extension, Theodore. They would bump their heads and sometimes would even move apart from each other. It was quite a sight to see them stagger and convulse. The act of masturbation was an intimate one, but as it were, they were both conjoined to each other.
It did not take long for the uneven and uncontrolled movements to send Liam and Theodore off the edge. The former pointed their cocks towards themselves as they released a stream of cum. It drenched their chest, abs, and faces with the viscid semen, and went on until it emptied their four balls. Soon after, their cock softened, and the two men were able to catch their breaths.
They lay still on the bed, tired, sweaty, and covered with cum. Regardless, they were both intoxicated by the afterglow of their shared self-gratification.
Liam lazily moves their right hand up and down their abdomen, spreading the cum. His mind was empty save for the fact that he had just finished masturbation while stuck to his best friend. One of the first private activities that he would have to do from now on, with him. He remained in his dazed state, snickering as he did so, thinking about all the things he and Theodore would do. Together, that is.
The raven-haired male was the first to recover. He faced his right and mumbled out, “That went well.”
“Yeah, it did,” Liam replied, likewise facing his left. “Guess this means you’re not mad at—”
“Of course, I’m still mad at you!” Theodore shouted as he turned his head to the right and faced Liam. “What on earth was going around your head, when you attempted to merge with me? I was asleep the whole time you did your little science experiment, for goodness’ sake!”
Liam shrugged their shoulders. “Well, I thought that it would be easier that way. But you know, I had to applaud the fact that you woke up and didn’t know that I was halfway conjoined to your body.”
“You’re a phucking bastard, you know that?”
“Aww, but I’m your phucking bastard. And I repeat, your phucking bastard... forever!”
“I guess you are a bastard,” he muttered.
Their eyes became locked onto one another. And without a single word between them, they leaned in forward for a kiss. It was difficult when taking into account how their heads were facing sideways. As in, with their heads both on the same set of shoulders. Nonetheless, they went straight for it.
The kiss started out small, their lips touching one another with light presses. Shortly after, they parted them open. This allowed their tongues to slip into each other’s mouths.
Liam swore he felt the whole world melt away. There was warmth on his—their—chest, and it kept growing. It sparked and ignited something within, and he hungered for more. He pressed his face towards Theodore and had shown surprise when the latter did the same.
They were sweaty and smelled of cum, but the two men could not care any less. They had each other. For Liam, he was stuck to the most beautiful boy in the university, and nothing could tear them apart. Likewise, for Theodore, their misadventure opened up buried feelings for the scruffy man.
Both of them parted for a brief moment to inhale before they resumed their make-out session. Their muffled moans reverberated throughout their body. It was like seven minutes in heaven for them. Not long after did they move their heads away, with a string of saliva to connect the two mouths together.
“Liam,” Theodore began, his voice sweet and hushed, “let’s clean ourselves up, okay? I still need my sleep.”
“All right, you sleepyhead.” The brunet repressed a chuckle. “Can I call you my boyfriend now?”
The raven-head leaned over and rubbed his cheek against the other’s scruffy chinstrap. “Yeah, I guess we’re boyfriends now.”
The conjoined pair got up and went towards the bathroom, ready for a long-awaited shower. It took quite a considerable amount of teamwork from start to finish. From the choice of shampoo to how they would scrub themselves, there were arguments. Discussions. It was clear their wits and ability to cooperate were being tested from a simple task. Especially when each man wanted to shower their way. Their individual way.
As a result, they argued, and words were both thrown in each other’s direction. Their shared body, too, suffered from having to move and jerk around, with each of them vying for control. Too stubborn to back off.
It did not take long before they settled in for a compromise. Theodore would get to pick the soap and shampoo, but leave the choice of clothes to Liam. A bit late, but it dawned on them that what they used to do before was no more; they cannot do anything on their lonesome now. Everything is about agreement and understanding with even the slightest, mundane thing. Of reaching a modus vivendi on every ordinary business.
When they have cleansed themselves from all that grit and cum, they went to their shared closet. As per the agreement, Liam had the opportunity to pick what to wear. Much to Theodore’s dismay, Liam had chosen his stringer shirt. And then paired it up with the brunet’s half-thong underwear.
“Why would you choose that!” Theodore remarked as he watched and stared at Liam, who was dressing themselves. “I get the reason why you’d pick the top... but your thong? We’d be half-exposed wearing that thing!”
“I like to sleep without any underwear, you know that,” Liam stated. “I take them off when I go to sleep. Makes me feel unrestricted and free. But I also know that you like wearing underwear, so this is already our middle ground. You’d get the string half, of course. And this leaves my half of our body virtually exposed. Am I a genius or what?”
“An idiot is more like it,” came Theodore’s straight-laced response. “But I suppose this would be our routine from now on. Filled with arguments and questionable decisions.”
“What can I say? Arguments make for a healthy relationship.” Liam grinned and gave Theodore several smooches on his cheek. “Come on, love, you know you can’t resist me.”
“Whatever.” Theodore rolled his eyes. “And even if I do, it’s not like I can get away from you.”
After they little banter, Theodore and Liam made their way to the former’s bed. A bed far cleaner when compared to the latter. Then, they slept, peacefully in each other’s presence.
He looked to his left, ready to greet his boyfriend—a word he never thought he would get to use—a good morning. But no words sprang out of his mouth. It instead slackened, wordless, and in surprise from what, or who, was there.
Beside him was a man unknown to him. He could make out the stranger’s features, but not by much. Liam could see his somewhat sharp yet rounded jawline. That, and a puffy, dark-coloured hair, with a shock of auburn on the front. His complexion was something familiar... but Liam could not recall anyone with that skin tone.
But regardless if he knew someone or not, the person beside him... the person conjoined to him... was not Theodore.
And Liam reacted badly to it.
He pulled himself into a sitting position right away. But he did it with so much force that he had forgotten he was somewhat merged with somebody else. As a result, his body-mate had, too, woken up, gagging from how fast their body moved.
‘Who are you?!” Liam lashed out. He stood up, which also forced the stranger beside him to stand, and began shoving the other away. “Who are you, and what have you done to me? Where’s Theodore?”
“Ugh, calm down, Lee!” The stranger groaned in a familiar voice, though it came with a sluggish tone. “And what do you mean, ‘Where’s Theodore?’ when I’m right here! Geez, and you thought I reacted badly...”
Liam blinked once, then again. He lowered their arms back to their side and kept his stare at the man, now rubbing his eyes from the grit.
“Theodore, is... is that you?”
“Um, yeah? Who else would it be except...” The stranger who claimed to be Theodore swerved his head and looked at Liam, but his words died soon after. His eyes widened in surprise and shock as he stared at the other. “Wait, Liam? Wow, that’s... well, this is weird. You, um, you look...”
“I, what? And Theo, you should have a look at yourself.”
“Me? How about you? I couldn’t recognize your face with that getup! Are you—”
Right before the man could finish his sentence, Liam pulled him along to the bathroom. A sense of urgency had filled his heart. He had been quite proud having a contingency plan, but not for this. Everything else, but not this one. He led them towards the full-length mirror from last night as stood there agape. Dumbfounded, even. The man on his left also caught their reflection and also became lost for words.
Liam and Theodore had, in fact, undergone another change.
It was a different sort of change this time around. Not that their previous change was subtle or anything, but this one took their breaths away. Their faces have been... replaced. It was unlike anything they have seen, but both men surmised that their features have merged as well.
It was somewhere between Liam’s sharp features and Theodore’s rounded ones. Their turned-up noses were somewhat slim and had a short tip. They also had downturned eyes and a thick set of eyebrows that gave them a stern, no-nonsense kind of look. What remained the same was their hairstyles. Liam still had his bedhead-styled hair and his scruffy chinstrap. Theodore, likewise, kept his bro-flow à la Sam Winchester, and had no facial hair at all.
Other than that, they were identical in every which way, as if they had become twins on a biological level.
“Well,” Theodore was the first to break the silence, “it’s not like things could get any stranger than this. Unless there is. Liam?”
Liam groaned. “Oh, don’t point fingers now! I honestly don’t know how we ended up like this. Look, we can contact the company for this, well, unintended after-effect. Besides, we can blend in much easier if we looked like twins from the start. I mean, who has ever heard of conjoined non-twins? Or conjoined boyfriends?”
“I know I said that we’re boyfriends, but don’t use the B-word as an excuse.”
“We’ll think through this,” Liam reassured Theodore. “I’ve done my homework about the what-ifs, so we should not be that concerned.”
“Ooh, yeah, leave the planning to you.” Theodore huffed. “Let me set the record straight... your so-called ‘best plan ever made’ was very much riddled with flaws and openings. And then this happens, and you expect me to be in safe hands. Did I get that right?”
Liam chuckled. “It’s not like you had any other choice at this point, right?”
“As if.” Theodore rolled his eyes. “Well, ‘bro,’ what are we going to do today?”
“Well, we can... pick our clothes for the day?”
Theodore suppressed a groan. “Unbelievable. Anything else?”
“We can try calling your dad and my father?”
“Clothes it is, let’s go,” Theodore said, as he made them walk towards their closet. Liam snickered, but allowed the former to do the work for him.
They were digging through their clothes when there came a loud knocking on the door. An all-too-familiar voice made them freeze in place. One from fear, and the other, from surprise.
“Theo, are you there?” There was hesitation in that person’s tone. Almost timid, quavering and almost close to a mumble. “Um, we need to talk.”
“Open the door, Liam,” said a second voice. This time, it was more assertive. Dominating and commandeering, his presence even through the other side of the door. He continued, “It’s already morning, and I do not believe for one that you’re still in bed. Get up, young man!”
The rapping on the door continued, but neither Theodore nor Liam made a move to react. It took them a couple of seconds before the situation finally kicked in.
“Dad?” Theodore questioned.
“Father!” Liam shouted, almost right after Theodore. He then looked at his body-mate and asked, “Hey, what do we do? I mean, I did say we should go tell our fathers, but not now! And not explain it at the same time with each other!”
“I, uh, don’t think we have a choice, now, do we?” Theodore replied. “We’ll just have to...”
The conjoined pair went through their morning routine as fast as they could. They washed their faces and gargled, almost gagging along the process. After which, they dressed up in the most appropriate clothes they could find. One that fits their now-wide torso. Both the young men could feel their legs wobble as they move. And their heart, too, was thumping against their chest, as wild as it could be. However, they each put on a brave face. If not for their own, for the other.
Liam put their right hand by the doorknob and exhaled sharply.
“We’re coming,” he announced out loud before he swings the door open.
The door opened wide, but then there was a heavy silence that followed.
There were a thousand responses within Liam’s mind, but they all fell silent as soon as he saw his strict, uncaring father...
... together with Theodore’s loving dad.
The two university students stood in awe as they looked at their fathers, who tower over them. Not only did they gain height, but also mass. Liam was certain that neither of the older men works out, yet here they were, burly and rugged. The muscles were even more so defined by how tight their clothes were. In fact, the buttons on their suit look as if it was struggling to stay in place. Their necks were as thick as their bulging arms, with thick hands to match. And, of course, with tight pants hugging their legs... and the massive bulge around the crotch.
But, perhaps, the most defining change of all was the fact that they, too, were also conjoined. They were two heads atop one massive, hulking body.
Both sons and fathers stared at each other. Nobody made the first move. Theodore and Liam had their mouths wide open. Likewise, their fathers were also giving them ludicrous looks.
“What happened to you?” Theodore’s father was the first to speak up. He looked to his right and asked his new body-partner. “Philip, are you seeing this too? Our sons are—”
“I know what I’m seeing, Caleb,” came the icy response. “Liam, Theodore, would you mind letting us in, first?”
“Oh, of course, Mr Edevane.” Right this way,” said Theodore, yet he remained rooted there.
Liam shook his head in disbelief. He took control of their body and led their conjoined fathers inside. “Here, come with me—er, I mean, us.”
The scruffy young man went ahead and began cleaning up their room. At least, their beds. He took the bedsheets that have been hitherto defiled from last night’s endeavour. After which, he crumpled them up and put them in the hamper.
“Please, sit here, father, Mr Agustin,” Liam said, pointing at his bed, which the older men accepted. Likewise, he led him and Theodore to the latter’s bed and sat down.
“So where do we begin?” Theodore’s father, Caleb, asked, looking at all the three men in the room with him. On his face was a wry smile, as if still unable to process that his son was also conjoined to his roommate.
“We can start by the fact that you’re both able to waltz inside the dorms,” Liam replied. “Isn’t that, like, against the rules or something?”
“It’s allowed,” Philip growled. “I won’t go into too much detail, but we were given permission to enter.”
He then pointed at Liam and continued. “Liam, I thought you’ve read the rulebook of the university dormitories? How come you don’t know? If you’ve read it, you wouldn’t be too surprised to see me, us, here.”
“Come now, Philip, please be more considerate towards your son,” Caleb scolded. However, there was no bit of barb in his tone. It remained cordial and friendly. He turned his attention towards Liam and smiled. “I’m sorry, Liam. Your father seems to be... overwhelmed at the moment.”
“I suppose that’s the given,” Theodore chimed in, finally out of his stupor.
“Glad you’re out of your daze.” Liam laughed.
He ignored his conjoined friend and gave the two older men his full attention instead.
“Anyway, would one of you care to give an explanation now? How did you—” he pointed his finger at his dad, then at Liam’s father—”and Mister Edevane ended up conjoined?”
Caleb blushed a vivid shade of red, which reminded Liam of his conjoined boyfriend. He opened his mouth to respond, but his words stumbled, and it became incoherent.
“Ah, you see, it was...”
“We woke up like this. Your father and I woke up, conjoined to each other,” Philip replied casually. He crossed their arms together. “Of course, we were... surprised. Even more so when, well, shall we?”
He turned his head towards Caleb, whose face became even redder.
“I can’t—we can’t undress ourselves in front of the kids!”
“They are adults now, Caleb, not kids. Don’t baby them.” Philip rose from the bed, bringing the latter along with him. He then began unbuttoning their black business suit.
“Please, Philip!” Caleb exclaimed as he wriggled in place. He seemed to have taken control of their arms when it paused mid-way, removing the button. But the other man proved himself much stronger than he was and was able to continue with ease. Rather than continue fighting, he closed his eyes and turned his head away, unable to face his son and his friend.
“Sorry about my dad bullying yours,” Liam whispered to Theodore.
“Oh, don’t be. He’s as sensitive as I am, but twice as forgiving. Besides, they’re both on a first-name basis, so they must be close.”
“I see... hey, wait,” Liam quirked a brow and asked, “What did you mean, ‘twice as forgiving’? Are you saying that—”
“If given the opportunity, I will punch you in the gut, yes.”
Liam kept his mouth shut and went back to looking at their conjoined fathers.
Philip had just finished removing the last button of the coat, which he then removed. Beneath was a white dress shirt that looked like it would rip in a matter of seconds. It also looked too tight for them to even wear. The fact it was somewhat drenched in sweat did not help the younger men at all. They could see their fathers’ nipples through the shirt, and they looked fully erect.
The older brunet continued on and, before he let go of the last button, he looked up to his son and his roommate. “I must warn you not to be or show alarm. Are we clear?”
The younger men nodded, which satisfied Philip.
He opened up the button-down shirt. There, he revealed to them his and Caleb’s hairy and chiselled chest and abs. Liam could not help but stare at his father’s delectable body. The sweat glistened against the light, which further gave their abs definition.
But that was not enough to distract them of the fact that there were two sets of pectorals rather than one. Two chests, with the second below the original. How they missed it through the sweaty, almost translucent dress shirt was beyond them.
Liam was about to ask his father about it when Philip raised his arms. The action exposed another set of arms beneath.
“Four arms!” Theodore pointed out. “You and dad got four arms! How did we miss that? We should have not missed that.”
“Yes, Theodore, we—your father and I—had two sets of arms. As for the latter point...”
Philip took control of the second pair of arms and have it wrapped against their waist. “I put them like this and kept it still. The first thing one would end up focusing on would be our chest. Not exactly camouflage, but it works.”
“Oh, Theo, I hope you wouldn’t find your Papa strange!” Caleb whimpered.
“No, I wouldn’t. I mean, I’m conjoined to my best friend since last night. And then we woke up looking like twins this morning, unlike you two,” he replied.
True to his word, Philip and Caleb remained distinct. Different from one another. Their entire right body was that of Philip, while the left belonged to Caleb. Unlike their sons, their bodies were evenly split among themselves. Their hands, chest, abs, and body hair were different from the opposite half. It was like their bodies were cut in the middle and sewn together. Except, the middle area looked clean and unblemished. At least, besides the chest hair and the happy trail. Even then, the right half had dark-brown hair, while the left half had black hair.
Liam was silent throughout his father’s show and tell. He did not count on the fact that he and his boyfriend’s dad would also end up conjoined, as they were. It was more than a minor hiccup, but a disaster!
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Philip sat down again, “I would like to point out something... Liam?”
The scruffy male snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his father. “Yes?”
“Theodore mentioned that you had been conjoined—”
“—since last night?” Caleb finished. “H-how did that happen? Were you two okay?”
The older raven-haired man got up and tried to walk towards their sons when Philip made them sit down again. They looked at each other, both of them with a frown.
“Caleb, I’m sure you’re worried, but don’t try to coddle our sons every second,” he reprimanded.
“But being too distant and aloof isn’t as good.”
Philip sighed. “I know we have our differences in parenting, but—”
“But nothing, Philip. We’ve become conjoined like our sons were. If we’re going to parent them, we will do so together.” Caleb leaned in close and gave Philip a soft kiss on the lips. “We have our differences, but we’re going to set them aside, okay? If you don’t want to do it for yourself, do it for me.”
Philip exhaled sharply, but nodded. “Just as long as I see fit.”
Caleb smiled and gave him another kiss, which was now reciprocated much, much more. He used their left arm to push Philip’s head closer to him. At the same time, Philip used their right arm and did the same to Caleb. It started with a deep, long kiss, but soon they began to use their tongues. They moaned as their lower set of arms started massaging their body. One was on their body, going through their abs. The other, however, was fondling the mammoth bulge on their paints.
Theodore and Liam stared in horror as their fathers continued making out in front of them.
“Ahem, we’re still here!” Liam exclaimed.
The two grown men stopped what they were doing and pulled their heads away. At least, as much as they were able to. This resulted in yelping at the sharp pain between their necks. A short, if irritating reminder, that made them remember their merged state.
“Right, right. Moving on,” Caleb said, blushing like he had been since he came.
“Theodore, Liam,” Philip coughed on his scrunched-up hand, “you mentioned that last night you were...?”
“We became conjoined last night,” answered Liam. “And that this morning, we woke up looking like this. I do think that us being twins is temporary, though.”
“Oh, care to elaborate on that, son?” Philip leaned his and Caleb’s body forward, all four arms crossed, and eyes fixated on him.
The young man stammered. “Ah, well, see... I mean, it started with—um, I guess...”
Theodore brought their left hand onto their right and gave it a firm hold.
Liam looked to his left and met with his body-mate’s smile.
“It’ll be fine,” he said, smiling at him. “Take it easy. No matter what, I’ll be right here.”
His words calmed Liam down. He took a deep breath and looked at their fathers straight into their eyes.
“Okay, let me start over: it all began with an e-mail...”