George looked back at James, who lagged a couple paces behind him. “Dad? Are you alright?” “Heheh, I’m just uh, hoping they’ll accept us,” the tanuki admitted with a sheepish grin. “I mean, just look at this house. We aren’t exactly the type of people Leonard Green rubs shoulders with.” It was true that normally Leonard wouldn’t look twice in their direction, but George faked a confident smile. “Just be yourself,” he said as he walked up to the door. “I’ve met Leo before, he’s pretty down to earth.” Before he could even knock the front door swung open. Emmett Green, sole child of Leonard Green and heir to the fortune, stood in the doorway with a crooked grin. The dingo was the furthest thing from his father in looks, what with pink fur, an oversized shirt and shorts perhaps a little too short for such a distinguished family, but he was all the Greens had. He completed the look with solid green leg and arm warmers, perfectly matched to the green skin that coincidentally matched the family name. “George, James! Come on in you guys, the game’s just started!” “Oh I’m sorry we’re late,” James apologized. “Who got the kickoff?” “Beats me.” Emmett shrugged and ushered them in, closing the door behind them. “I don’t really know how football works.” The foyer opened up into a large living room with marble floors and gold trimmed walls. Statues and paintings decorated the edges, and in the very center were a few couches and loveseats arranged into an almost conversation pit, and an exorbitantly large flat screen playing the game. Two plays into the first quarter, it looked like. On the center couch sat five men - two multi-colored maned wolves to the left, two regular black wolves to the right, and a brown dingo sitting in the center. He knew the two on the left and right, which meant the center must have been… “Leonard!” James put on a smile and offered his hand. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m James Grotesier, I own the-” “-grocer in town, yes, yes I know.” Leonard flashed him a grin and took his hand, giving it a firm shake. “Sit down man, relax! And call me Leo. I’m sure you know the others?” “W-Well, well yes,” James stammered as he took a seat on the loveseat to his right. “That’s Red and Tony,” he said, nodding towards the maned wolves. “I see them all the time at my shop.” Tony Duarte, red-furred with black sock-fur and a dad bod, worked a farm outside town, and was always stopping in for an energy drink. Red, his son, was a jock through and through, but contrary to stereotype spent most his free time volunteering and helping people. He was black with yellow, orange and red markings. “And then there’s Verne and Mordecai. I know them from church.” James gave a friendly smile to the father-son duo seated to the right of Leo. They were both dressed to the nines like they were going to church, and knowing them, they may have just come from there. Mordecai was a straight-laced black furred wolf known for his religiosity, as well as the generosity that came from it. Verne was his son, a little shy and bookish but a good guy regardless. He sported purple markings that matched his skin. “Well I’m glad to see we all know each other!” Leo smiled and stretched. “Emmett’s told me all about you and your kid, and I’m sure we’re all looking forward to… watching football together.” There was a hint of hesitation, the first fault in the dingo’s confidence exterior. “Emmett,” Leo nodded towards his son. “Why don’t you go in the kitchen and get the snacks ready?” The pink dingo flashed his father a smile and nodded, waggling his tail a little. As he headed towards the kitchen, he threw George a meaningful glance. “I, uh… I’ll go help him.” George hurried after Emmett, leaving his slightly confused father alone on the loveseat. “Such a helpful son you got there,” Leo said as George disappeared into the kitchen. “You must have raised him well.” Last thing George saw before slipping into the kitchen was his father’s chest puffing up with pride. — Emmett awaited him with a broad grin. “So. It’s finally the day. You ready?” George’s ears burned. He gulped and nodded. “I uh… well, it’s now or never. I’ve done pretty much everything you told me to and it’s worked more or less.” The dingo’s brow raised. “Pretty much everything? Worked more or less?” Shoot, right. Confidence. George cleared his throat. “No. I’ve done everything and it’s all worked.” “That’s better.” Emmett gave an approving nod before turning to the counter and gathering up snacks. “Half of hypnosis is confidence. Looks like we still need to work on that.” Emmett wasn’t wrong, but George at least had learned to fake it. Confidence was something he’d been searching for his whole life, and this was the closest he’d ever come to it. If he could manage to get through the night without incident, he imagined nothing could make him feel truly nervous again. The two worked in silence for a moment, Emmett grabbing dips and treats from the fridge while George poured bags of chips into comically oversized bowls. They grabbed as much as they could and stood at the threshold. “Are you ready, Georgie?” Emmett eyed him. In response, George stepped out into the living room. “Hope we didn’t miss too much. Here’s the snacks!” The dingo gave an approving nod and followed his lead. — The first quarter went about what could be described as ‘normal’. Though James visibly felt out of place, the casual banter between the rest of the group combined with the natural excitement of the game helped him relax, and it wasn’t long until he was cheering and bantering back and forth with the rest of them. Even Verne and his dad loosened up, though they didn’t join in shouting the tv when their team fumbled or the other team threw an interception. It was obvious Verne didn’t know much about the game. Emmett didn’t either, but he seemed to be having a good time just leaning close to his dad. It was just after the quarter ended that Emmett decided it was time to take it up a notch. “Say, can I get you boys anything?” At the sound of his words his father tensed up, along with Tony and Mordecai. George glanced at his own dad, and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched James’ posture stiffen and his eyes unfocus. “Everyone here drinks beer, right? I’ll go grab a case, be right back.” It was like a spell fell over the older men. Their pupils dilated and each of them tented their pants. Mordecai slid his hand to Verne’s inner thigh. Tony grinned as Red slid ‘his’ hand to his father’s lower back. Even Leo gave himself a little rub. To them it didn’t feel like they were triggered - it felt like they just ‘knew’ it was time to let loose. All eyes swiveled to James and George. The fathers were simply apprehensive if their potential new member would be as open to their perversion as they’d hoped. The sons knew better: they knew this was a make or break moment. If James’ conditioning broke under exposure, there could be much worse consequences for everyone present. George waited with bated breath as his father sat there, eyes dilated and glazed. He searched for any sign, however small, that the conditioning had took hold, that all those suggestions held up in the presence of others. The trigger had always taken a long time to take effect, so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him still to be processing. But every second that passed doubled the anxiety in James’ chest. Was this it? Was this the limit? Was his father going to snap out of it and… and- Slowly, James smiled. A wide, broad grin, the kind he gave to George’s older brothers as they regaled him with tales of their successes. He hooked his hand around George’s hips and pulled him close. His son sighed in relief and buried his face in his father’s soft, pillowy chest. The tanuki’s trademark sour musk burned his nose pleasantly. “Well what’s all the silence for?” James laughed as he spoke. “Just a bunch of fathers appreciating their sons. The game’s back on. Red, unmute the TV.” Red hopped to it as the room let out a collective sigh of relief. The sound of sports announcers and cheering fans pulled the fathers (and Red) right back into the game. Casual chatter about the players brought the mood back to normal, albeit with a strong sexual tinge. Red and Tony split their time between yelling at the screen and sneaking each other kisses, while Mordecai’s hands began to wander all over Verne’s body. Soon enough he pulled his kid into his lap, where he could slide his hands down the purple and black wolf’s shirt and unbutton it bit by bit. “You two need a room?” James teased Tony and Red as their kissing began to involve a lot more tongue. “What, hide all of this?” Tony grinned and groped Red’s swelling bulge. “Takes after his old man in a lotta ways, but he’s got me beat between the legs.” “Yeah?” challenged Leo. “Why don’t you prove it, farm boy?” Red didn’t hesitate to unzip his pants and whip out his sizable black cock, practically shooting pre across the room and into the snack bowl. No one seemed to mind the contamination. It was about as thick as his forearm and rivaled it in size, too, with a Jacob’s Ladder decorating the underside of his shaft. Tony followed suit, tugging down his own bottoms to display a smaller, but still impressive eight inch cock, plain with no adornments. Leo whistled, brows raised. “You were right, your boy’s a monster.” Emmett chose that moment to return with two cases of beer, swaying his hips as he dropped them off on the coffee table. “C’mon daddy, you’ve seen their cocks enough. You know exactly what they look like.” The older dingo shrugged with a grin. “Well, yeah, but our new friends haven’t seen, now have they?” Emmett rolled his eyes and sat on his father’s lap. “As long as you’re not going bottom on me.” “What, with your ass available?” Leo slid his son’s short-shorts and panties down, exposing his humanoid pink cock and pulsing hole. “You know that’s not going to happen.” Emmett grinned and pulled his father’s pants off, biting his lip as his hefty dick thwapped against his taint. “Hell, your hole looks so nice it almost makes me wanna top,” Tony admitted. The pink dingo took the compliment with a giggle and started rubbing his dad’s cock against his entrance. ‘Good job’, he mouthed to George, before letting out a long, needy moan as Leo sank deep into his pre-prepped hole. With that all restraint had disappeared. Red bent his father over the side of the couch and slammed into his hole, kissing all the while, while Verne mounted the couch and made great use of his dad’s throat. The wet sounds of slapping balls and needy moans filled the air, though still punctuated with a curse or two at a bad play. All the while George and James observed from the sideline. James wasn’t uncomfortable with the lewd display of incest - at this point, he viewed it as nothing more than fatherly bonding with their special sons. In fact he was eager to join! His balls churned needily between his legs, and the only thing keeping him from getting in on the action was the hesitation of his son. “George, how you doin?” James slid his hand down George’s side and was rewarded with a shudder and a moan. “You’re the one who brought me here, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.” “Well it’s just that… I-I haven’t, I’ve never really done anything with anyone before,” George admitted. “Well I mean there’s you, but I haven’t… y’know. Done it. Otherwise.” The irony of George’s sudden shyness around the orgy raging around them wasn’t lost on James. It wasn’t very surprising though. He’d never asked - and at one point wouldn’t have wanted to know - but he had pretty much figured out that George had never had sex with anything but his hand before James. The fact that George rarely ever wanted to initiate the fucking, much more content to jack off to porn with his dad instead, didn’t exactly scream hypersexual Cassanova. It was a curious search through George’s web history that finally gave James a name for what George was. He wasn’t really a top, a bottom, or a switch. He wasn’t even a side, really, which was a term which still somewhat confused the older tanuki. James had held off on saying it in the hopes that George would bring it up himself one day, but it seemed his hand was forced. “Well now. We can’t be having a Grotesier saying things like that, can we?” James’ heart ached at the guilty look that flashed across George’s face, but he pressed forward. “Now George, you know I like you figuring your own stuff out, but I figure it can’t hurt to, uh… make you more comfortable. And I know exactly how to do it.” The look of guilt morphed into one of confusion and curiosity. Even Emmett pulled off his father’s fat cock to see what was going to happen. (Leo didn’t care - he just switched to his son’s pliant hole and kept on pounding.) George stared as James slid off the couch and towered in front of his son. He crossed his arms and smirked down at his son. His father’s face was barely visible over the mound of his heavy belly and plush pecs, but George squirmed under the force of James’ gaze regardless. His heart raced as he took in every soft, gorgeous inch of his father’s chub. His thick, pillowy thighs. His greasy fur. That big, steaming bulge between his legs. “Strip.” George squeaked a bit and complied, fingers bumbling to undo his zipper before tugging his pants down. James had never taken charge like this before. Not in their sex life, not in their regular life. He was always the sort of dad to support from a distance, let his sons sink or swim. It was… strange to see. But in a good way. In moments George was completely nude on the leather loveseat. A substantial, if skinny, 8 inch cock throbbed and spurted into the air, supplied by a pair of hefty, baseball sized tanuki balls. A faint haze of funky musk steamed up from them: he took after his father. James leaned down and inspected the goods, running his finger down James’ cock before cupping his balls, weighing their heft. Somehow George felt even more naked than he did before. “You know, I try to let you do your own thing. Do that for all my kids and it's worked out pretty good. But not for you. You know why?” The question hung in the air for a moment. George’s mouth gaped as he reached for an answer and found nothing. This wasn't how this was supposed to go down. He looked to Emmett for help, only for him to shake his head with a shit-eating grin. ‘You’re on your own’, it meant. The pink dingo wasn't the only one taking interest in him and his dad - though the fucking continued, every single one of them were staring at them. It seemed like they were amused rather than annoyed, which was nice, but it didn't help the young tanuki from feeling out of his depth. James grabbed George’s jaw and gently yet firmly turned his head back towards him. His face was hard, but his eyes were gentle. “I didn't think so. It's because you know what you are, but you don't really accept it.” “D-Dad, I know I'm gay-” George started, but was cut off with a sharp look from his dad. “Do you think that's what I'm talking about?” He chuckled. “Lord you need some help. You fellas know what I'm talking about?” He glanced towards his audience and could tell most of them had no clue and were just waiting to see where this went - but Emmett seemed to know exactly what James was on about. “Guess I'll have to demonstrate.” James began to strip as he spoke, slowly pulling his shirt up over his head. George couldn't do anything but stare as the fabric hugged his dad’s belly, lifting it up before letting it flop down against his thighs with a smack. Most men would have felt at least a little self conscious having a big body like James, but he quite liked it. His wife was a fan, he thought it made him look substantial… and now he knew it drove his youngest son wild. “You like this, don't you, pervert?” James leaned over George with a grin. George nodded silently as he drank up the sight of his dad’s belly hanging over him, those huge pecs swinging, those big nipples… “Yeah, I know what you like, son. Now, what do you want to do?” George hesitated a moment, then reached towards his father’s belly. James glowered and smacked his hands away. “Wrong, and you know it.” “What do-?” His defensive retort was silenced with a glare. James began to tug down his bottoms, taking his sweet time doing it. His hips waggled as his jeans hooked on his soft, massive ass, before revealing a pair of dingy, torn white briefs beneath. George shivered as those briefs came down too, finally exposing his father’s massive, stinking balls. Being a tanuki, all the males of his species were gifted with hefty balls, but James’ was something else. They rivaled softballs for size. Sweat dribbled down them, gathering between the balls before splattering like a small rivulet off and onto the floor. “Now…” James looked down at his son with a satisfied look. “You have your own father completely naked in front of you. What do you do?” His son’s eyes searched over his father’s body as he tried to come up with the right answer. Those pecs, those thighs… those balls? Was that what he was getting at?” “I'll… I'll bottom for you if that's what you-” “No!” James smacked George’s wandering hands away just before they cupped his sack. “Try again.” He gave his kid a bit of a show as he spun around, then arched his back out to accentuate his massive ass. He spread his cheeks, exposing his dark, steaming hole. “You… you want me to top?” “No, dumbass!” This time the rejection wasn't from James, but rather Tony, who had a little experience online and had finally caught on to what James was getting at. James shot him an appreciative grin. “Let the kid come to it on his own.” This continued for a little while longer. James would tease his son and show off some part of his body - pits, his cock, his paws - and every time George tried to touch him, James smacked his paws away. Finally, George’s paws didn't wander towards his father’s body, but rather his own. One pawed at his cock while the other explored his belly and taint, rubbing himself gently. James sighed with relief. “Theeere we go, you're starting to get it. Now you can get close.” Cheeks blazing red, George got on his knees and leaned forward, glancing at the amused audience paying partial attention as they sucked and fucked each other. “Go on.” James smacked his cheek. “Huff, you pervert.” George groaned and began to noisily snort the scent of his father's musky, sticky hole. It was heady and rancid with a rotten tinge, perfect for addling the brains of anyone lucky enough to get a noseful of it. The younger tanuki may have started out hesitant, but with every sniff, his eyes began to glaze over and his masturbation became looser and more enthusiastic. “Thaaat's right boy.” James began to jack himself off as his son began to moan and drool. “You think I don't look through your browser history? You're not a top or a bottom.” Whatever was left in George made him whimper. “Say it,” he whined. “Tell me what I am.” James turned to face his son and give him a direct huff of his heavy, steaming balls. “You're a gooner, dummy.” “Nhhnnghhh!” George’s eyes rolled back and a shiver wracked his body as he accepted his role in this orgy. He slid off the couch and half-crouched in front of his dad. He drooled and huffed half an inch from his cockhead, grunting and moaning like a maniac. “N-mnmngh, more, want moreeeee!” James grinned at his son’s mind finally shattered. It took long enough, but it was inevitable: George had spent far too many hours doped up and jerking in his room to ignore the phrases he came to over and over again. He didn’t think his dad knew, but James was well aware of George’s weed habit, even before George started hypnotizing him. At one point it was something he ignored - live and let live, perfect for his hands off parenting style - but now it was something to use, a tool. “That’s right,” James murmured to his son. “Be a good muskslut. Huff your daddy’s nasty balls like you’re taking a hit.” George’s eyes widened at that and he huffed even more desperately. “Keep tugging your greasy goonstick to your daddy’s stink, you perverted fucking piggy.” Hearing those fucked-up phrases out loud, from his own father no less, was like feeding crack directly to George’s porn-melted brain. Anyone not in the know might have assumed it was George that was hypnotized, not his domineering, foul-mouthed father. The thought briefly crossed Emmett’s mind, but he pushed it away. George really was just that nasty. A perfect addition to the group, really. The orgy raged around them, but George and James behaved like it were them and them alone. “F-Fuck, fuck daddy, please I need more!” George begged and James was happy to provide: the older tanuki turned around and exposed his filthy hole again. He’d expected the nasty gooner to huff it, whimper, maybe even press his nose directly against it, but to his surprise, George groped his dad’s wide hips and plunged his face directly between those cheeks. He let out little mewlings and moans as he locked lips with his father’s hole and lapped off all the built-up gunk and nasty slime that had built up there. George plunged his tongue deep inside James’ hole, causing the older man to let out a yawlp of surprise. He’d never had something up there before, but it wasn’t a bad feeling… in fact, he really enjoyed it. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “Good pup, get your tongue waaaay up there. Bet you can taste your next meal.” That line should have been a warning for Emmett, but he was much too engrossed in bouncing on his dad’s cock (while sucking off Tony) to notice until the first crackling noises filled the air. He yanked his head from between Tony’s legs just in time for the earthy, heady stench to slam him. James was bent over slightly, pushing out a fat log of rank tanuki shit right into George’s maw, and judging by the gooner’s wide eyes, he wasn’t expecting it, but he certainly wasn’t turning it down. ‘Shit,’ Emmett murmured to himself. Did George fuck up the hypnosis levels, or was James really that much of a freak at heart? It didn’t matter. All that was left to do was pull out all the stops. “Looks like it’s that kinda party, eh?” All the fathers in the room froze a bit as the trigger took effect, but they quickly snapped back into action. “Ayy, hell yeah James! Fuckin’ nasty!” Tony hollered as Red slammed him from behind. “Exactly what we like to see in this house,” Leo added after. Even Mordecai gave an approving thumbs up, though he was too busy deepthroating Verne’s cock to say anything. As George’s cheeks filled, the rest of the room began to join in on the nasty fun. Verne began to flood his father’s throat with piss, while Red started to push out fat, greasy logs in his hand, only to smear it on Tony’s face. Even Leo joined in - his tanks being empty, he instead reached out with his foot and spilled the chips and dip all over the floor. It wasn’t the same, but mess was mess! Plus, it felt quite good under his paws as he ground the chips into the white shag carpet. At this point George’s cheeks were stretched to their limit, and he let out wet little hrrks and gags as the taste of his father’s shit marinated on his tongue. He leaned forward to spit it out but a withering glare from James stopped that. “Oh, no boy. You’re eatin’ what your daddy made you. But I’m not quite finished. You’ll swallow when I tell you to swallow, got it?” James turned back to face his son and leisurely massaged his cock. It was impressive in its own right, a solid seven inches, but absolutely dwarfed by the churning, musk-dripping balls bouncing beneath them with every stroke. He closed his eyes as he rubbed himself, filling his mind with thoughts of his son. George’s gorgeous cock, his cute little ass. The little grunts, moans and brays he heard when he was blazed off his ass and rotting his brain on goonfuel. The look on his face as he submitted to his true nature, right here in front of his friends and their fathers. Fuck! Fuck that did it. James let out a low groan as his balls jumped, his cock throbbed, and after a moment of build-up he finally climaxed, spraying rope after rope over James’ face, up his nose, on his lip, but mainly, all over that perfectly formed mound of shit just steaming in his son’s maw. George tried to swallow again, but yet another glare from his father shut that down. “I taught you better than that, goontard. Be polite and let everyone else finish first! Then you’re allowed to swallow.” His son’s eyes widened in horror, but he didn’t even consider the possibility of disobeying his dad. The taste in his mouth was torture, but he wanted to be a good son and do as he was told. Instead he shot pleading, needy glances towards the rest of the men, begging with his eyes for them to finish so he could swallow. Red and Tony were first, mere minutes after the order came down. Taken from behind and balls deep in Emmett’s throat, there was no earthly way Tony could last for too much longer, and while Red had the stamina his father was lacking, he was far too polite to torture his new friend for ‘too’ long. He let out a long sigh as he finally finished in Tony’s muscled ass, and slumped on top of him for some cuddles. Mordecai and Verne were next, not out of special consideration for George, but because they were far too engrossed in each other to realize what was going on. They’d switched to mutual head, having slid off the couch and laid down on the messy shag carpet, and had been expertly pleasuring each other for ages at this point. Every throb of Mordecai’s cock, every curl of Verne’s toes told them both exactly how far along they both were, and with care and practice, they’d managed to work each other to the brink at the exact same time. All it took was Mordecai to start shooting for Verne to follow suit, and in a series of moans, gags and whimpers they sucked each other to completion, swallowing every drop. Emmett, however, was not going to be so kind as the others. Leo had cum in his son’s ass twice over already, but the pink dingo was happy to take his sweet time, gently tugging his cock as he watched George’s bloodshot eyes water. What would happen if George spit it up before he came, or couldn’t take it and spit it out? This dominant side of James was something Emmett didn’t expect, and it would be fun to see just how far it- “FUCK!” Leo came from behind and delivered a quick smack to Emmett’s ass, right where the bratty pink dingo loved it. Emmett tried to clench and hold back, but it was no good: he let out a long, soft moan as jet after jet of pearly white cum splattered all over George’s face. As soon as the orgasm subsided he shot his father what he hoped was a withering glare, but Leo was all smiles, joking with Tony about his boy’s hair trigger. “I’m not going to let you be impolite to guests in our house,” he told Emmett with a semi-stern tone. “George? Everyone’s cum - you’re allowed to eat your meal.” To the surprise of everyone in the room, even George, the young tanuki was happy to let it fester in his mouth a little longer before swallowing. It took a few tries and more than a few retches, but he finally forced the cum-soaked filth down and practically collapsed on the ground, finding himself right next to Verne and Mordecai as they enjoyed some post-fucking cuddles. Verne grinned a little and gave George’s cheek a little pet. “Welcome to the club, George.” The room settled into a hazy post-coital afterglow that seemed to go on forever. Verne and Mordecai continued cuddling in the chips and dip on the floor, and James popped a squat on the loveseat, using his son’s face as a footstool. Red and Tony sat next to each other and chatted about work to be done on the farm, while Leo sprawled on the couch. Emmett sat on the arm of the couch, lazily scrolling porn and rubbing his half-hard cock. It was a relaxing vibe, and though the minutes dragged on, no one seemed eager to break it. A rising cheer from the tv set grabbed everyone’s attention. Red’s eyes flew wide as he realized what was going on. “Go, gogogogogo go go-!” he shouted, then leapt from the couch. “TOUCHDOWN!” — The sun filtered through oak leaves onto the front steps as the watch party left Leo’s mansion. Verne and Mordecai got in the family SUV and waved goodbye as the suburban tank’s tires crunched down the rock driveway. Red and Tony likewise hopped in their rusty old Ford and honked as they tore out onto the rode, yelling something about ‘going all the way’ this year. James lingered behind to talk business with Leo, but while George was tempted to start the walk home - they’d been the only ones close enough to do so - it felt wrong to leave his dad after they shared something so intimate together. “Missed a spot.” Emmett teased as he sat down next to George. The dingo grinned as he watched George try to suck his front teeth clean for the tenth time that hour. “Your fault for not bringing a toothbrush.” “Didn’t exactly expect to be doing, uh… that,” George said with a blush. “Doing what?” Emmett tipped his head and raised his brows. “Eating your father’s shit?” George’s cheeks burned even brighter. “Quiet,” he hissed with a paranoid glance around. “Oh relax, we’re still in town but I promise no one’s going to be close enough to hear that.” Emmett gave George’s back a friendly rub. “So, how did you like our little club?” The tanuki sighed and smiled. “It was… Christ, I don’t have words. If you’d have told me six months ago I’d lose my virginity I wouldn’t have believed you, let alone this…” Emmett nodded. “It’s a big change for someone like you. Gooners don’t usually take their perversion offline.” “It’s a good thing you accidentally sent me that link,” George said. “If you’d sent that goonsite to Verne like you’d meant, I’d never have fallen into it.” “Just good luck, I guess.” Emmett shrugged. Yeah… it was good luck. Nothing else. “Anyway… am I gonna see you back next week? I’d love to hear what you did to your father, he was much more enthusiastic than anyone else was their first time.” “O-Oh uh, sure!” George grinned. The man who taught him hypnosis wanted to learn from ‘him’? Maybe he had a future in that sorta thing… “Same time then?” “Same time,” Emmett confirmed. He glanced towards Lee and James, who were in the middle of a firm handshake. “Looks like your dad’s ready to head out. See you around?” George gave his father a smile as he approached. He hadn’t seen his old man so happy in… well, ages. “Yeah. See you around.”