Popular Post dredlifter Posted April 29, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 29, 2017 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: FIXTURES The next couple of days were more of the same with one small exception. We started waking up early to do a light jog and get in a little bit of extra cardio at the suggestion by Ted. I wasn't the biggest fan of this as I HATE waking up in the mornings. I groaned and resisted as I heard the alarm go off at 6:15am. I hit the snooze a couple of times and had started to drift back asleep when all of a sudden, all of the bedsheets were ripped off my body. I rubbed my eyes awake and there was my big, cleanly shaven, smooth muscledad standing at the foot of the bed, barechested in just some mid-thigh length gym shorts, socks and sneakers. His newly shaven legs exploded out of the gymshorts, revealing the mounds of muscle he had built up from the squats, deadlifts and jogging. He purposely raised his voice authoritatively, “GET UP, SPORT. THIS IS THE TIME OF THE DAY THAT CHAMPIONS ARE MADE!” He was grinning deviously back at me, like some sadistic drill sergeant ready to whip my ass into shape. “UGHHH GO AWAY!” Still laying in bed in just my boxers I made a weak attempt to grab back the bedsheet. It was a feeble attempt and Dad quickly used his cannonball arms to easily yank it back out of my grasp. I really wasn't in the mood. The low carb diet was starting to wear on me mentally and since I was anything but a morning person, I was cranky. I flipped over on my stomach and buried my face in my pillow. I heard Dad chuckling from the foot of my bed. With his oversized larynx and ever deepening voice it had an ominous tone to it. “You dare defy me, boy?” I didn't move, ignoring his warning. All of a sudden I felt a huge warm weight press down on me, mashing me into the bed. It was lumpy, rock-hard and fleshy and had a distinctly masculine smell. Dad had jumped on top of me! I could feel his heaving pectorals pressing down on my back, sinking me halfway into the mattress under his immense human weight. If I hadn't been on a mattress it would've been extremely painful. I groaned as he purposefully bounced up and down a bit to really crush me under his weight. “You sure you don't want to get up??” he spoke quietly into my ear from on top of me. I really didn't but I knew resisting was useless. However, I decided that I was going to at least have some fun with this. “Go away you big moose! You can't make me.” He chuckled deeply once again. This time I could literally feel the vibrations from his chuckle emanating though his granite pecs and into the flesh of my own back. The weight was quickly and mercifully lifted off of me. After a couple of seconds of tension I suddenly felt his two big hands grab my waist, one on each side. They were so big and my waist was so small that his middle fingers were only a couple of inches away from touching each other as they wrapped around my abs. I was suddenly lifted off the bed at what felt like lightning speed, rising high into the air as the bed fell farther and farther away. I thrashed around to escape but it was no use against his superhuman strength. “You know what happens to little boys who disobey their big daddies...?” my father asked, still chuckling. Instantly he flipped me over while I was still held in his outstretch hands. He brought my waist up and flung me over his left shoulder. He shifted his hands and held my legs in front of him while I was draped across his shoulder, my upper body hanging upside down against the smooth meaty flesh of his back. Dad continued, “...well do you, Son? No? Naughty boys get SPANKED!” “NOOOOO! I bust out laughing and started thrashing around, again to no use. I balled my fists and started beating on his back, but the big muscled mounds easily protected him from any pain that I could administer. All of sudden I felt a heavy stinging feeling on my ass. Dad has swung his big right hand across his chest and THWACKED my boxer covered ass with his bare hand. I know he wasn't using his full strength but it still left a stinging seer. I screamed in pain and laughter, “OWWW!! HAHA. PUT ME DOWN!” *THWACK* He spanked me again, this time a little bit harder and again I squealed out, only making him laugh harder as well. “Do you give, little guy?” Dad rumbled. I really didn't to give up so easily. As I hung there upside down against his back I caught my breath. “Well?” he impatiently asked again. At that point a devious thought ran though my mind. Since I was hanging upside down next to his back I realized his big globular ass muscles were just a foot or two below me. So, I wound up my right arm and swung as hard as I could as SMACKED my father's right muscle butt cheek, returning the favor. His butt muscles were so big and firm it felt like spanking an over-inflated basketball. His behemoth body jumped a bit from the shock and he let out yelp. “HEY! WHY YOU LITTLE SHIT. You're gonna pay for that, sonny boy, HAHA!” All of a sudden I felt some cool air on my own butt. Dad ripped down my boxers and started spanking me in quick succession. *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*... I again lashed out, feebly trying to squirm away as he continued. “OK OK! HAHA! OK I GIVE! I GIVE. STOP,” I cried out. Dad grabbed my waist again, lifted me over his meaty deltoid and dropped me on my bed from his lofty height. I bounced on my back and saw Dad standing over me at the edge of the bed, smiling warmly down at me, hands on his hips in his superman, or should I say superdad pose. “That will teach you to mess with your BIG DADDY!” He punctuated the statement by alternately bouncing his pecs cockily. “HAHA! You big showoff!” I grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, watching it harmlessly bounce off him and fall to the floor. “Well I know you're awake now. Put your shorts on, Sport and let's go for a jog.” Dad hunched under my door frame and left me to get dressed. He was right. He had literally just manhandled the sleepiness out of me. I got dressed and proceeded to have a great refreshing morning jog alongside one of the biggest fathers in the world. And, I have to say the morning jog absolutely gave me a nice boost for the rest of day at work. At the hardware store, rather than dragging through the morning I felt awake and refreshed. Another thing I noticed while running that morning was that Dad could now easily match my own pace. I didn't know if I was slowing down or if he was getting faster. I know his freakishly long legs gave him a bit of an advantage, but there was a couple of times when I felt like I was really pushing myself to keep up with him. Glancing next to me as we jogged, watching his huge meaty pecs bounce up and down with each thumping step, he looked to be exerting no effort all. It seemed like Pops was now surpassing my cardio advantage as well! I came home from work that Thursday afternoon and noticed Dad has beaten me home. Another reason I was glad for today's morning run, today it was hot as hell outside. We were in the middle of a heat wave and he temperature was in the high 90's. When I walked in the house I could tell our little window air conditioner was having trouble keeping up. I walked in, stepped into the kitchen and saw Dad preparing some food for the both of us. Only, I mostly saw bronzed, rippling flesh. In an attempt to keep cool, Dad was clad only in one of his black posing straps. His barn door back was facing me, also giving me a view of the huge muscle butt spilling out of the fabric. I also got a show of his ribbed as hell hamstrings and those enormous, cantaloupe sized calf muscles. Dad had heard me come it. “Hey Sport! Hot one today, huh?” He was standing up against the kitchen counter chopping vegetables. I noticed that he was so tall that his protruding bulge hovered over the kitchen counter. “Thought I'd try to keep cool as much as I can. I got so much muscle insulation on me that this heat really gets to me.” “Sure Pops...” I said sarcastically. “You probably just wanted to strut around into your tiny bikini.” He snickered at my remark and slow turned around, giving me another view of his over-sized, yet over-stuffed pouch. “Well, Sport, I can't say that I don't feel good wearing these. And look at me, Son. I don't think you can us the word 'tiny' to describe ANY part of me. I'm fuckin' HYUUUGE!!” He punctuated this with a titanic most muscular pose, sneering down at me. He smirked and broke the pose. “And I'll be honest, I love the way these posers hold my junk. If feels like they're cradled in silk. Give us a nice cool feeling in this hot house.” That evening we met up with Ted for another upper body pump session. Once again, much to my and Ted's surprise, my father seemed to be having another small jump in strength. He was either using heavier weights or doing more reps on pretty much every exercise! In fact, when it came to dumbbell benching, the only thing he could do was more reps since he was now using the biggest dumbbells in the gym. We heard him growling and talking to himself as he lifted the weights up and down, blasting his slabs of chest beef, “Grr yeah, fucking tiny ass weights. Gettin' lighter and lighter as my bod gets bigger and bigger, grrrrrr.” After 25 reps chest presses with the biggest dumbbells in the gym, Dad let them fall to the ground with a massive *BOOM*. He stood up, turned sideways and hit a tremendous side chest pose in the mirror. We watched as his shelf bulged upward toward his chin. It was so big I felt like I could sit on it and not fall off. I then glanced downward and noticed Dad's massive dick starting to snake down his already tight shorts! He was getting turned on by his own massiveness and I don't think he even noticed. I then realized it had now been several days since his last, well, release, so he was probably once again hornier than ever. Ted and I watched the tube grow toward his knee while Dad just stared at himself in the mirror, looking proud as ever. I don't think he even realized he was boning up. Since Dad's redwood legs and basketball sized glutes were so big, his shorts only went about 2/3 of the way down to his knee. A second later Ted and I both gasped as we saw his apple sized dickhead start to poke out of the bottom of his shorts, right there in the gym! And there was still a bend to the obviously tube in his shorts, he wasn't even fully hard! “FUCK CHAD!” Ted hissed trying to break my father out his self-obsessed flexing trance. Immediately I stepped over in front of my father to obstruct the view of his tumescence from any of the other gym goers. I glanced around and don't think anybody noticed. This being a serious gym for serious lifters, thankfully most people were highly focused on their own workouts. Ted stepped up and slugged my father on his left deltoid. I could hear his punch make contact and knew Ted put much effort into the swing. Of course, to my father it probably felt like a mosquito. However, it had the desired effect and Dad broke the pose, turned and looked down at Ted. “What was that for, man?” Dad raised his eyebrow and asked. “DUDE! You're fucking throwing wood right here in the middle of the gym!” Ted stressed under his breath. Dad's eyes widened at the revelation. He leaned forward to look over the mounds of his pecs, down in front of me and noticed his cockhead poking out past the left leg of his gym shorts. He broke into a huge smile and laughed at his own wardrobe malfunction. “Damn, I guess I need to get laid again! Is Vanessa available tonight, Teddy boy?” Ted sneered at Dad and again slugged him in the shoulder. “Haha, you big fuckin' asshole...” he said. “Shit man, I don't know if she would be able to handle that huge thing anymore. You must be, uh, growing down there too, huh big man?” Ted asked in honest curiosity. Dad looked around to make sure nobody was watching. He smugly grinned down at little Ted. “Oh yeah, little buddy. EVERYTHING on me is growing and growing, and I hope it continues. I love watching you little guys get smaller and smaller while I get bigger and BIGGER.” Dang, Dad was starting to sound really cocky. He reached down one of his big hands into his shorts and adjusted himself as best he could, again covering up his semi-hard super cock. The bulge was still plainly obvious, but at least he was now R-rated rather than X-rated. Dad had me stand in front of him for a couple more minutes while we shot the shit and let his erection calm down. Then we finished our workout for the evening. Friday went much the same as before. Again Dad and I decided to wake early for a morning jog. Since we were in the middle of a heat wave it was also much better to run during the relatively cool morning rather than in the afternoon when the head index was well above 100 degrees. When we got back from our morning jog and were eating breakfast I made an observation to Dad. “Pops, is that stubble I see on your chest? And abs?” “Yeah, Sport. My hair is trying its best to grow back already. I'm might need you to help me out with another shave session tonight or tomorrow. There's just too much testosterone flowing through my veins, Bud!” Dad brought his right arm up into a short lived flex, giving me a quick glimpse at his armpit which also had a darker hue from the stubble that was already growing back. I came home from work that Friday afternoon ready for the weekend to begin. Before we went to the gym to lift we once again headed to the tanning salon since we had jogged that morning and missed the afternoon sun. The two bimbos were not working today but none-the-less, my father sent the new woman behind the salon desk into a lustful tizzy as well. After our tanning session we were back in our toasty house enjoying our preworkout meal. We had booth stripped down to our underwear, well I did at least. Dad had once again stuffed himself into his crotch-and-ass hugging black posing thong. As we were chowing down he started chuckling. I asked him what was up and he excitedly told me about his day at work. “It was so funny today at work. I was sitting at my desk this afternoon typing an email when all of sudden I hear this loud snap. Well a second later I was lying on flat on my back on the floor! HAHA! Once I came to, I realized I had broken by office chair! These big 'ole muscles of mine were too big and heavy for my office chair!” “Haha! Seriously, Pops? That is pretty funny. So do you not have a chair now?” “Yeah it was. You should've seen the look on the that little guy who sits across from me when I was getting up off the floor. He was looking at me wide-eyed in shock. I'm pretty sure he was trying to cover up a boner with his hands too. I think the little guy must be gay and have the hots for me, haha.” “Well, Pops. If he is gay he probably does. You're a gay man's dream, big man.” “Hell, Son...” Dad brought up both arms this time, flexed and unflexed them titanically, smirked at me and continued, “...I'm practically ANYBODY'S dream!” Cripes, Dad's arrogance was seemingly in overdrive lately. He dropped the pose and added to his story. “So I called up a buddy in the warehouse and had him put together a quick, reinforced bench made of 2x10” boards. It will do until we can order a heavy duty chair. The funniest part, once I hung up the phone my little coworker jumped up and practically begged me to let him go get the bench for me! And I let him, of course. He gets a thrill out of making me happy so who am I to deny him the pleasure.” Dad finished his story, we finished our food and an hour later we were back at the gym for an end of the week arm smashing session. Now that we were only one week away, it was amazing to see how both Dad and I looked in the mirror. We were both covered in veins and our body fat had to be in the mid-to-low single digits. Our skin had a dark bronze tint which brought out our cuts even more. We truly looked like competition bodybuilders. Of course, my father was freaking enormous. It would be interesting to see how he looked standing on stage next to men who had similar proportions as him, but would likely be a foot or more shorter. After our session Ted had us run through our posing a routines a few times in the studio room. In there, posing in just our tiny posers, never was it more evident how much progress we both had made. I couldn't believe that big, ripped guy in the mirror was me when I was posing. With Ted's help I had figured out how to really make each muscle pop when I wanted and how to hide any of my slight deficiencies while posing. Even Dad, was more of a raw power guy, had figured out how to perform the graceful movements smoothly and aesthetically. Of course, in my eyes, Dad didn't have to work to hide his deficiencies, because I don't believe he had any. After we had run through our routine for the third time Ted stood there staring at us with his hand on his chin. He dropped his hand an shook his head side to side with a stoic expression. Dad noticed and spoke up, “What's wrong, Coach Ted? Did we mess up a pose? What do we need to fix?” Ted chuckled a little bit and replied, “You guys don't need to fix anything. It just hit me how...FREAKIN...amazing you two look. Jed, you have one of the most aesthetically buff bodies I have ever seen on a teenager. Your muscles are full and rounded, the cuts are deep. You honestly look like you could compete in the men's open division.” Ted's praise had me beaming with pride. “And you, Big Chad!...” Ted paused to collect his thoughts. “...fuck man, what can I say. Even if you weren't as ridiculously tall as you are, the amount of muscle you have packed on is INSANE! You're proportions are amazing. From what I see when I look at you, you are not far off from having the build of a professional bodybuilder! And the fact that you are over a foot taller than most of pro's is un-freaking-believable. You are true freak of nature and I'm so glad that you let me train you. And you too, Jed.” After a few second of silence Dad spoke up. “Awww. Thanks, Ted. You are the best, buddy. You know, neither Jed or I would look anything like this if it weren't for you. You are the best trainer and coach in the world. Jed and I are going to make you so proud at the competition next week, I know it. C'mere you little sap!” Dad lunged toward Ted and wrapped him up in big sweaty man hug. Ted had no chance at escape as Pops constricted him in his sinewy arms. Dad swung Ted around like he liked to do me when he gave me a one his power-hugs. “OK OK! PUT ME DOWN YA' BIG MOOK! HAHA!” Dad hunched over and set Ted back on the ground. “Alright that's enough of this sappy shit,” Ted joked. “We sound like a bunch of women in here.” We all laughed, grabbed our stuff and headed home. On Saturday morning we went to see the Doctor Jock for our treatments. Dad was topped in a stinger tank top. Doc was very impressed with how myself and my Dad were looking. I had weighed in just a couple of pounds under my weight cutoff, so I seemed to be in good shape. Once again, Dad hid his weight from Ted and I, leaving us in agonizing suspense. When he stepped up on the scale the Doc's eyes went wide with surprise. “Holy moly...” I heard the Doc say under his breath as he wrote down the result. We got our treatment and then we went home to relax for the afternoon. When we got home I noticed there was a big cardboard box sitting in front of the door. Apparently we had gotten a delivery. Dad was excited when he saw the box. He grabbed it off the stoop and carried inside to the kitchen table. “It finally came!” He said excitedly. “What came, big man?” “A few days ago I ordered some clothes. I'm quickly running out of clothes that fit me...” “Yeah, Dad, I've noticed. You are almost always naked here.” “Haha Well Son, that's partially why I walked around bare... Though the biggest reason I do that is because I love it. I love seeing how massively huge and ripped I'm getting. Keeps my mind off of the temptations as the competition draws closer.” Dad pulled out some t-shirts, workout shirts, and even a couple of polos and button downs. As the clothes pilled up on the table I picked up a red t-shirt and glanced a the tag. It was a size 5XL! I picked up another one, this one royal blue, size 6XL! Good lord I didn't even know shirts went up to those sizes! No wonder he had to special order these. He had obviously now outgrown stores that only carried “normal” sizes of clothing. Dad notice me holding up the blue 6XL t-shirt and marveling at the amount of fabric I was holding. I heard my father chuckle. He reached down and grabbed the red 5XL shirt I was previously examining and started to put it on. My concentration broke from the blue shirt as Dad struggled shove his arms through the sleeves of the red shirt. Once that had finally occurred, with difficulty, he then tried to roll it down over his hulking pectorals and column of ab muscles. He shimmied and growled in annoyance before finally getting the shirt all the way on. Holy shit! Dad examined the shirt that was plastered to his competition ready, powerful physique. The shirt that was a colossal 5XL look like something you would buy at baby gap! Dad smirked and brought his arms up into a double-biceps pose and sneered at the peaks that rose toward the ceiling. It was a good thing the shirt was made of a light, stretchy, breathable material or else the shirt would no longer be in existence. Dad lowered his arms and grinned smugly down at me. “Dang little guy. I guess I should've bought more 6XLs. This little 5XL shirt is almost too tight!” He looked down toward his waist. “Look at that champ! This shirt is so tight you can count my abs through it! One, two, three...” He continued playfully counting out out the eight bricks that made up his muscled midsection with his hotdog sized fingers. I also noticed the baseball bat in Dad's shorts starting to rise as again was getting aroused by his size revelations. Dad dug more into the box and pulled out a couple of basketball gym shorts as well, also sized 5XL and 6XL. And finally, he pulled out the biggest pair sneakers I had ever seen. “I measured my feet last week when I ordered these so hopefully they fit. Of course, this shirt is almost too small so hopefully I haven't grown TOO much lately, haha.” The shoes were dark grey with dark blue trim. Very masculine looking without being showy. I picked one up off the table and couldn't believe how heavy it was! It felt like it was two or three times as heavy as one of my own shoes! “They're BIG, aren't they champ. Like the rest of me,” I heard Dad say from his towering height. I looked inside the shoe at the tag on the toungue and gasped when I read the number. Size 22! His shoe size was now TWICE my own! Dad snatched the shoe out of my hand and slid them it on, along with its twin. He then literally STOMPED around the kitchen, testing them out. The walls were rumbling from each step. “Easy big guy!” I yelled at Dad. “Oh yeah. I gotta be careful I guess, huh.” He stepped more gingerly around the kitchen, but he was so big and heavy I could still feel his footsteps. “Well, Son. I think these will work for how. They're a little snug, but hopefully my big feet will stretch them out. Thank god they fit, Squirt. Special order big man shoes are really expensive!” I couldn't image how much those gunboats cost. Dad slipped off the new shoes and set them on the ground under the kitchen table. While Dad wasn't looking I moved my own shoe clad foot over next to his shoes. The size disparity was outrageous! My own shoes looked like a toddler's next to his. When I lined up the heels, the tip of my shoe barely went past the halfway length of his giant sneaker! This enormous sneaker that he himself had described as “a little snug.” That afternoon, since we were already melting in the house, Dad suggested we lay outside in the backyard to enhance our tans. “Good idea Pops. Will be way better than the tanning booths.” “Yeah, plus I can actually FIT outside!” Pops chortled as his cheesy joke. We headed to the backyard and set up two loungers and draped towels over them. Dad yanked down his basketball shorts leaving him nude. “DAD!” “What!?” He responded. “Don't want to get any tan lines. Now strip off your skivvies, it's nothing I haven't seen before, buddy.” Dad thumped down on his lounger face up. The huge soft tube of cockmeat was draped over his rippling left quadriceps, looking longer than ever in it's flaccid state. He chuckled and added as he saw me staring, “I'll have to remember remember to move this big schlong around every few minutes or so or else Ill have a big thick tan line across my thigh, hehe.” I shook my head at his playful arrogance, stripped down and joined him for some nude tanning under the hot sun. We both drifted off into a light nap as we baked. About 30 minutes later Dad's phone alarm went off and we stirred awake. “Time to flip over, champ.” We both got up and laid back down on our stomachs to tan our backsides. Again, we drifted off to sleep. However, minutes later I was stirred awake by a low growling sound. I opened my eyes and turned toward the source of the noise, the man laying down a few feet away from me. He seemed to still be asleep but was making purring noises, though less like a housecat and more like a lion. His body began to just slowly undulate. His rumbles grew slightly louder and louder until they were more like moans. As I eyed him I saw a deep, striated bowl form in the side of the enormous exposed glute muscle that was facing to me. His nether region rose just slightly up of the lounger as the pure balled muscle mass of his glute lifted it up. He started to make more defined noises now and I could even make out some words. “mmmm. MMMM...sooo.... big. Grrrr...mmm...yeah, baby.” Omigod. Dad was having a sex dream! Right there in front of me, naked as a jaybird. Since he was on his belly I couldn't see his cock. It had to be hardening up though based on what I was hearing. I guessed that it must have been pointing the other way, because if were pointing in my direction I don't think I could've missed it. Dad started to raise his pelvis a bit more and more now. He was humping the lounger! He started moaning and growling more, humping a little bit harder too, raising his body up higher with each trust. Now when he raised up I could get a quick glance of the what had to be one of the biggest dicks in the country, maybe the world! It surged up towards his pecs as he fucked his own cock between the lounger and his own rippling ab muscles. He would raise up and I could also soo his orange sized testicles bouncing on the lounger. “OH yeah slut...big...hung stud...muscle god...take it, bitch..” he mumbled as he continued to stimulate himself. He started humping faster and faster and faster and FASTER and finally...the phone alarm went off. Dad's body went limp and he rested back down on the lounger as he stirred awake. “Huh?? Wha!?” He was in a daze as he came too. I saw his own eyes look downward and I'm sure he quickly realized he was at full mast. He glanced over at me sheepishly and saw me grinning smugly back. For ONCE I seem to have caught him in a rare embarrassed state. “Have a good dream, Pops?” I asked. Of course, since he literally had NOTHING to be embarrassed about, he quickly settled back into his normal, uber-confident self. “Well, Champ. It was alright, I guess. It didn't quite have the payoff I wanted though. It did get my heart rate up though, maybe got in some cardio from it! I swear, I feel pumped as hell.” “You look pumped as hell, Dad.” It was true. Once Dad's, ahem, situation had calmed down he stood up and wrapped the towel around his waist. Since we had now been outside for about an hour and the temperature was in the 90's, my father had a sheen of sweat covering his titanic body, making each bulging muscle glisten in the mid-day sunlight. He was a shiny, shimmering bodybuilding goliath. And I swear, he was looking even bigger. It had now again been several days since his last release, although he had just come dangerously close. Was it possible that all the testosterone that was aching to escape his bull sized testicles could be giving him another growth rush? After what I'd seen in the last few weeks I certainly wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. We headed inside and then I helped give Dad another shave down. It didn't take near as long this time since it was all stubble. Also, when I shaved his groin, I learned from my previous experience to shave his inner thighs from behind this time. The next day, Sunday, we had our last leg workout before the competition. We would be packing up our stuff and heading out on Thursday evening for the big show. Again, now that we were getting awfully close, we really brought down the weights and really focused on high reps and squeezing the leg muscles. Of course, even though we brought down the weights, Dad was still using a heavier amount than I ever could at full strength, go figure. After the workout we headed into the studio to work on our posing again. Posing practice was starting to get old to me but Ted said it was a must. “Jed, buddy. When you are up on stage you are going to be squeezing your muscles so hard you feel like you are cramping up. The more you practice that the easier it will feel when you it for real next weekend,” he explained. After posing practice Dad I headed home for our meal and to relax for the fleeting hours of the weekend. I know I sound like a broken record, but my father was looking huge and magnificent. His legs were now so huge that he had developed that bodybuilder waddle you see on guys with over-developed legs. Guys whose thighs are so big they have to swing their legs out and around each other to avoid chafing and endangerment of their on dicks and nut-sacks from being crushed in between their sequoia sized legs. That evening my old man reached a new milestone, another one that took us by surprise. Our old house had two, old-timey hanging light fixture next to a built in bookcase that was along the west wall of our living room. We always talked about changing them out but never got around to doing it. On the bookcase we had a stack of our favorite movies, along with our collection of books. One of our Sunday evening traditions was a father-son moving night. Last week, Dad walked over the book case and picked out the Raiders of the Lost Ark DVD, a true classic and one of my favorites. Tonight, as I sat on the couch he asked me what we should watch this week. I suggested we go ahead and watch the next Indiana Jones movie, the Temple of Doom. “Great choice, Son. You've got great taste in movies, like your old man, haha.” Dad thumped over to the bookcase and leaned down to find and fish out the chosen DVD. “Ah, here it is!” He stood back to his full height and suddenly I heard a metalic 'clink' sound. I looked over and up at Dad's head and saw the light fixture swinging around. My father had been at this bookcase to get movies and books probably hundreds of times in his life. Now, his towering stature had reached a point, that for the first time ever, he had collided with the light fixture! Dad rubbed his temple and then turned slightly to look to see the glass and metal light fixture wobbling just above his eye level. “Well that's new...” Dad said calmly. Just to make sure what I was seeing was true, I quickly glanced down over the couch at Dad's size 22 feet. Yep, they were bare! He wasn't getting any boost from his new NBA post player-sized shoes or anything. Neither Dad nor I knew exactly how high the light fixtures hung off the ground, we just both knew that NOBODY had ever bumped their head into them. Dad took his eyes of the light fixture and its pendulous motion diminished back to a resting state. He look straight at me with a half smile on his face. “Guess what, Son?” I gulped and asked timidly, “Time to measure?” His half smile turn up into full, arrogant sneer. “You got it, Squirt. Let's head to the kitchen and find out where I am now.” My breath started to quicken as I anticipated the results that were about to be revealed. It was obvious from our recent workouts and, well, everything, that Dad was still growing, but how much? I remembered back to about a month or two ago when I realized that as my father got bigger, any actual small amount of growth would become less and less obvious. Dad stood against the wall nice and straight, which puffed up his chest even further. I noticed that now, to make a clear straight mark along the wall at the top of his head, I head to stand on my tip-toes. I mad the mark and Dad stepped away from the wall and I grabbed the tape measure. The vertical length I was measuring was now long enough that it was becoming an unwieldy process to do on my own. I directed Dad to hold the tape against the wall at about the four foot height as I ran the tape up to the fresh graphite line. I gripped the plastic tape between my thump and forefinger next to the mark and brought it down in front of my face. Due to my surprise I was unable to spit out the number I was reading. “Well, what's it say, Son? My father stepped up to me, grabbed my hand and read the mark silently. He was clearly excited with what he saw. “WOW BUDDY! No wonder you and Ted have been looking so SHORT to me lately. I'm now a fuckin' SEVEN FOOT, THREE INCH TALL BODYBUILDING MUSCLEBEAST!” --------- Next chapter, the competition finally arrives! 5 31 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggzeleven Posted April 29, 2017 Share Posted April 29, 2017 Oh my God! Just read through the whole story to date. This is SO good!! Love the pace, the stats, the scenarios and the descriptions! It's awesome to see DadGod break 7ft! Can't wait to see how much he weighs, plus his latest measurements! im in the camp waiting for Jed to go the whole hog and do absolutely everything to help his Dad grow thanks for the story (Hi, I'm new) 8 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted April 29, 2017 Share Posted April 29, 2017 Holy fuck, dude! The wake up call scent was SO HOT!! I was just dying to see it go further! And the description of Chad's chair collapsing from his weight! And him stomping around the kitchen! And his wet dream in front of his son! And him surpassing SEVEN FEET TALL!!! this is one of the hottest stories I've ever read on this site 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted May 1, 2017 Share Posted May 1, 2017 Yet another incredible chapter in this tale! Chad's height revelation at the end was just the coupe de grace, but the whole chapter was a great description of his ever growing size. I can't wait for him, and hopefully Jed too, to dominate at the competition! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bear Posted May 2, 2017 Share Posted May 2, 2017 Great chapter! Always excited when I see an update, and this one was great! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Omiganda Posted May 8, 2017 Share Posted May 8, 2017 This story is just my everything right now! If Chad keeps growing like this, he wont fit into his posers by the competition! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bear Posted May 11, 2017 Share Posted May 11, 2017 I hope you haven't lost interest in writing this, I keep checking back holding for a new chapter! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted May 12, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 12, 2017 No worries Bear Just a little behind: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE ROAD TO THE SHOW I was still silent as Dad's eyes were wide with excitement from the number he had read off the measuring tape. He looked back and forth from the measuring tape and down into my own eyes. I noticed his massive pecs were heaving up and down just a bit faster than normal. Apparently the revelation of his new height had made his heart race with excitement. All I could do was look up, WAY UP at the face of one of the most handsome, masculine men in the world. How had we not realized that he had grown so much?!? I mean, I figured he had brushed past the 7 foot mark. But he hadn't just passed the that ultimate indication of the super-tall, he had BLOWN past it with gusto! My Dad was now seven foot, fucking three inches of hulking, vascular, bulging, dense muscle, I just couldn't seem to wrap my mind around it! It then hit me that he was now OVER a foot taller than me! I felt like I was shrinking in his presence. I unconsciously slouched down in front of him while he seemed to be standing up straighter than ever. I'm mean, seven foot three? He now had to be one of the tallest people in the state! I think I read a while back how the current tallest man in the US is something like 7 ft 8 in tall, and my muscledad was now in striking distance of that number! The questions swirled in my head. How long would this growth spurt last? He had been growing for a few months now, surely his growth plates would fuse soon and he would stop, right!? How had Ted and I not noticed how massive he had become? We last measured his height about two weeks ago at just under 6 ft 11 in. Since that time he hadn't had any of his 'sudden' growth spurts where he shot up 2-3 inches in one night. He must been slowly inching up a rate of ¼” to 1/2” per day since we last measured. Just small enough to be imperceptible to the human eye. Plus, I realized that now since the average human which now over a foot lower than his own eyes, it became more and more difficult for us normal little people to judge the top of his head. Dads continued to breath quickly and excitedly. I could see his eyes glazing over as he relished his proven size. He dropped the tape and slowly stepped right up to me, chest to chest. Or, should I say, chest to face. I don't think he meant to do it in an intimidating fashion, but when 7 ft 3 in tall bodybuilder steps up to you, you can't help but tremble just a little bit inside. I tilted my head slowly upward, tracing the deep cleavage of his pecs up to his thick, fire-hydrant size neck, meeting his chin and then his mouth, which was cocked in a sideways smirk, past his nose and way up into this piercing brown eyes which were boring down into my own. He had to tilt his head way forward to look down at me, so much so that his chin was nearly resting on his upper pec shelf. At this proximity his tilted forehead was directly above my own head. As I looked up at him from an awkwardly close position he began to speak, softly but firmly. “This is amazing Son. I love you to death and I'm promise I'm not trying to sound mean, but you and Ted look so...small and short to me. I mean, look at this, the top of your head doesn't even reach my shoulders. You're eyes are just barely above my nipples.” I was taking in what he was saying. He was basically sharing his inner thoughts. And while they sounded belittling and arrogant, the truth was he was just merely pointing out the obvious. Dad continued his monologue. “And what's crazy, buddy, is that I know you are this big, jacked young college dude and Ted is my big jacked best friend, besides you, that is, hehe...” He smiled down at me warmly and then added, “...and I know you two are both big muscle guys. I see it when we are out in public or at the gym and and when I see you and Ted talking to other people. But then, like right now, I realize that I...I...TOWER over YOU! So imagine how much bigger I feel when I'm not hanging around you two studs, when I'm out with the normal people. The little people. All the shrimps and runts in the world that are getting smaller and smaller to me. Gawd, it makes me feel so...so powerful. So strong. So big. So... …SUPERIOR!” He tilted his head back up as he said this and looked at the ceiling. I could tell he was very pleased with how close the ceiling was to his head. Even though he was looking up, from down below I could see the creases of his cheeks deepen as he smiled widely. He swung out his arms and began to reach them straight up. I watched as it seemed like tree limbs were rising directly over my head. He brought his arms over his own head and placed his huge hands flat against the ceiling. As he did so both he and I noticed that even in doing this, his elbows were very much bent. Shoot,he could probably touch the rim of a basketball hoop now! As he held his palms up against the ceiling his exposed his chest meat rose up and also uncovered his huge pits. A strong, masculine smell engulfed my senses. His lats flared out wider and wider. He was still right in front of me since I was too frozen to move, and at this distance I couldn't see anything behind and to the side of him. As I looked side to side all I could see was a vertical horizon of tanned muscles mass. He started chuckling happily again, out of shear excitement. He dropped his arms and again looked downward at my frozen, awed face. All of sudden it dawned on him that he was scaring me, which in truth, he was. He stepped back to give me some space and gave me a soft smile. He then reached his right arm and scratched the back of his neck and gave me a sheepish smile. I watched as his huge right biceps exploded in size as he did this, threatening to prevent him from reaching the back of his his own neck. “Errr...” he began. “Heh...sorry about that Son. What I just said must've sounded kind of...what do you kids call it? Douchey?” It was an amazing reversal in the intensity of the situation. In a flash he had gone from a power and size-lusting hulk back to my adorable, yet over-sized, friendly father. “Jed? Buddy?” As he relaxed I did to and regained the power of language. “Yeah it kind of was...” He looked down at the floor embarrassed. It was an odd juxtaposition to see such a titanic, muscular creature slink down in slight shame. I continued, “But only just a little big guy. And honestly, Pops. It's not like you weren't saying anything that was untrue.” I I stepped toward him again to show him I wasn't afraid. I reached my hands out WIDE and placed them on both of his delts, which felt like the size of pumpkins, my hand seemingly over four feet apart. “Look at me, big guy!” I demanded. Lifted his head up and look me in the eyes. He saw me smirking up at him which brought a smile to his face as well. “Here's the thing, Pops. What's happening to you is amazing. Truly amazing! You are stretching the limits of science. Hell, you might be the next link in human evolution. You ARE superior to those people! You are bigger. You are taller. You are stronger. You are handsome a hell. Seriously, Dad, my girlfriends never shut up about you when I hang out with them, even the ones you haven't screwed...” Dad shrugged those giant shoulders and chuckled a bit at that. He was so big his shrug momentarily brought my hands upwards another six inches or so. I chuckled too, that was water under the bridge, and added, “...which brings me to my next point, you are fucking hung like a rhinoceros!” This time threw his head back and guffawed out loud. “Seriously, Dad that thing is scary. Do you think it's bigger proportionally...?” I asked with morbid curiosity. Dad calmed down and smirked back down at me. “Oh yeah, Champ. I've never been small down there, something I know you've inherited too, lucky us. But yeah, it's definitely bigger proportionally. Shit, I think if I was still 6 ft 1 in I would guess it would be about 10 in hard...” “DAMN...” Was all I could say. Even if Dad were still my own height he would still outclass me in muscle and manhood. As if I wasn't feeling small enough right at the moment. Dad raised his eyebrows, “Yeah, I know. Even to me this schlong is huge.” Dad reached down and traced the huge soft dick that ran down the left leg of his basketball shorts and I stared in awe as it began to grow. “Oh crap, there I go getting hard again. Sorry, Champ” “No, Dad's it's ok really, Fuck, I've seen your cock way so much recently it doesn't really surprise me anymore. I mean, well, it does! But I'm learning to get comfortable it. I mean, pretty much everybody sees it, you can't really hide it.” “HAHA. Very true, Son. I've started wearing my jockstrap and my underwear to hide it as much as I can in my work pants. It's a new problem but I LOVE IT. I love how I'm not only just tall, I've got the muscles and DICK to back it up!” Dad proudly raised his arms into the world's most impressive double biceps pose. Damn, it was an impressive site. Not just the muscles but the insanely huge cock meat that was still fluffing up giving his shorts a ridiculous tent. “Dad you are going to have to take care of that soon, ya know...” I pointed to his crotch as he dropped the pose. Dad looked down at his tent and sighed. “Yeah I know, I was thinking I would the night before the competition. That way I shouldn't to worry about any...um...wardrobe malfunctions while I'm up on stage.” I laughed at the thought for a second. “Do you think you can wait til Thursday, Dad? That's like four days away. You look like you could explode at any minute. Why don't you just go into the bathroom and relieve some pressure.” Dad furrowed his brow just lightly and gave me a serious look. “I can do it, Jed. I KNOW I can do this.” I was instantly sorry that I had questioned his mental fortitude. His look softened. “I know I can do it ,little guy. I really, really want to wait. I want to milk every little of growth out of my grapefruit sized blue balls that I can before the competition.” “I gotcha, Pops. Hey, maybe I can help you out. I could print off a bunch of pictures of Roseanne Barr or Jabba the Hutt and post them around the house?” Dad once again guffawed. I love that I could still crack up my monstrously muscled Daddy. He agreed that would probably help keep himself in check over the last few days before the competition. On Monday we were only three days away from leaving for the competition. After our workout Ted has us suit up once again for posing practice. He also filled us in on the final posedown. “You are both shoo-ins to be in the finals of your division so I need to teach you how the posedown works.” First he brought up couple of youtube videos to show us a couple of examples. One of them was of last year's Mr. Olympia. Holy shit. I still didn't pay too much attention to bodybuilding, I just went by what Dad and Ted told me. These big men on the screen were not much bigger in muscular proportion than Pops! And of course, he would TOWER over all of them. “Ok, so most of the time the results are decided before the posedown and it is mostly supposed to be for fun to get the crowd hyped up,” Ted explained. “However, if the results are close the posedown can be used to determine the winner. As you can see here, this is where you really work the crowd. You wanna jockey yourself into the best position against the other guys. You want to really compare your best muscle groups against the other guys weaknesses.” Ted turned and look way up into Dad's eyes and laid out the rules. “Technically, you are not allowed to push and shove...CHAD.” Dad looked down at Ted and shrugged his hulking shoulders. “What!? I wouldn't push anybody...” Ted grinned and continued. “Well, big guy, I believe you wouldn't do it on purpose, but you are going to be so much bigger and stronger that you'll have to be careful. You're like tank. You could accidentally shift and nudge the guy next to you and he would go flying...” Dad laughed at the thought, no doubt it amused him that this scenario was very possible. Dad sighed and responded jokingly, “Gosh, now I have to walked on eggshalls around all you short, wimpy dudes...” “If you knock someone down you will be disqualified, so just watch yourself. Got that dudes?” Dad and expressed our understanding to coach Ted. To really drive the point home, Ted showed us another couple of videos where a competitor did get disqualified. We were surprised as the guy's action really didn't seem malicious, but when politics and judging are involved it best not to allow any doubt. Ted closed the youtube videos and looked back up at Dad. He had a pondering look on his face. “Geezus big Chad I can't believe how HUGE you are. You have to be over 7 ft tall now, right?” Dad stepped right up to Ted like he did to me a couple of days ago. “You're probably right, I'm probably over 7 feet tall now because you look SHORTER than ever,” Dad winked at me, purposely leaving out that we had confirmed his new height yesterday. “Or, maybe you are just shrinking, little man, haha!” I saw a slight look of trepidation and fear on Ted's face as he pondered the thought, it made me laugh a little on the inside. Two days later it was Wednesday night and we were just two days away from the start of the competition. After our final workout we headed into the gym's studio room to pose for Ted. As we stripped down I noticed Dad's full body stubble was AGAIN starting to come back in so later that night we would give him hopefully his last shave before he steps on stage. Our posers had started to get a bit rank so I threw them both in with a load of laundry after I got home from work before the gym. I dropped them in my gym back right after the dryer finished and we left for the gym. I heard my fathers deep masculine voice as we stripped down for posing practice. “Hey, bud, fish my poser out of your bag and toss it over here.” I absent-mindedly reached in my gym bag and tossed him his posers and pulled out my own. In my own typical, modesty way I turned to face away from Dad and Ted as I quickly slipped off my stretchy gym underwear to slip on my posing thong. Pops may have been a proud and overly qualified exhibitionist, but I still my languished in my introverted nature. As I bent over and began sliding up the black posing thong I noticed something was very wrong. My posing thong felt loose and stretched out as it passed my knees. Finally it began to dawn on me what had happened, but still far to late before I had pulled the posers completely up. While the top waistband on the posers were nice and snug, that was the ONLY part that was so. The front pouch hung loosely in front of me, billowing out and almost down to my knees. The same with the ass. I began to realize the humiliating situation I was in when I heard my Dad's speak up as well, “What the hell? Did these things shrink in the wash?” I turned and saw one of the most emasculating sites I had ever seen. My Dad was standing there with a posing strap up on his waist. Only his huge salami sized soft cock and his orange size balls were hanging out the side of the pouch. The poor posing strap he was wearing was only big enough to cover one of his bull sized testicles. He then saw me, wearing what must've looked like a black plastic trash bag. It dawned on him too that I must've accidentally switched our posers when I pulled them out of the gym back. I was wearing my Dad's oversized posing thong, not able to fill it in any way, shape, or form. And there was my muscle beast Dad. His junk literally spilling out the side of the pouch that I though looked nice and full when I wore it. Dad chuckled at the realization. I think he realized how humiliated I was and tried to mitigate my embarrassment. “Whoops! Hey buddy, looks like we switched posers. Here, I better take these off before I accidentally tear them,” Dad said sheepishly as he yanked down the taught material over his ripped, tree-trunk thighs and flicked it to me with his feet. I quickly did the same and stepped out of his posers and handed them to him. He pulled up his actual own posers with a sigh, “Theeeere we go. Much better. I don't think you are quite ready to fill your big daddy's trunks yet, Squirt!” He said this cheerfully with a wink but I was dying inside of emasculation. I pulled up on my own trunks noticing how they now felt much looser. Him just quickly stuffing one giant testicle nearly stretched the crotch pouch of my posers to their limits. Somehow I was able to get through posing practice with my sanity. I decided right then and there if Dad I ever compete together again that I would get a different color posing strap. That night after we had packed up our stuff I helped Dad shave down one final time. Dad covered his junk as I lathered up the shaving cream and spread it over his huge and vascular muscles. As I did so I notice that he began to adjust his stance and was having more trouble covering up his assets, even with his dinner plate sized hands. I remembered that it had been about a 1.5 weeks since Dad has last ejaculated. Any touch to him was stimulating right now and my own shaving to getting his motor running. I figured it made since. As horny as he constantly is, here I am lightly massage his bulging muscles, he couldn't possibility help himself due to how saturated his body is with ubermale testosterone. He let out a deep moan as I swiped the last strip of hair off his back. “Sorry, Son. Man...I just really need to beat off. I feel like I could ram my fuck pole through this wall I am so jazzed up.” I winced again at his language. When he got really horny he also became a bit of a dirty talker. I tried to sooth the heaving, gasping beast, “I know, Dad. Just let me finish up here and then you can take care of...THAT...” From his behind I could see his fist-sized, pink dickhead levitating way out in front of and above his pelvis. Geezus. It had obviously passed the foot long mark a while ago. It looked like he was quickly approaching TWICE my own erect size, and I was no small man in the cock department. Since I was still shaving his back and ass I would only see the head and the few inches of the shaft that were just below the tip. Even from what I could see, it was purple and ANGRY. Pulsing veins encased the shaft and it looked solid as granite. I finished up shaving his back and Dad continued to stand in the shower. He kept his back to me in a modest effort to shield his cock from me. But let's be honest, NASA could spy that thing from a satellite. Dad thanked me softly and turned on the shower, letting the water cascade down his towering beef. As I left the room I heard him say, “I'm going to be a few minutes, Champ. Ignore any weird sounds you might hear in here...” I could only chuckle at the painfully awkward situation as I exited the bathroom, right after I told him to “have fun!” I went into my room and put on my headphones to listen to music. Even through the thumping base of my headphones I could hear deep moans and grunts of pleasure. The worst was during those few quiet seconds in between songs when I could fully hear my Dad's masturbation growls. While I was listening to my tunes I swear that I even saw and felt the house shake. I was hoping that the bathroom would remain intact. We only had one bathroom in our small house so we couldn't afford to lose it. Finally after 20 minutes or so the rumbling in the house seemed to subside. I let my song finish out before I took of my phones and headed to the kitchen for a snack. A couple of minutes later I turned to see my freshly showered father hunch over and squeeze into the kitchen in just a pair of his new basketball shorts. He seemed to be hunching over even further than I remembered. Once he cleared the short dorway he slowly stood back up to his full height, his head rising over me like a slow moving elevator. He had content smirk on his face as he looked down at the top of my head. I remembered how it seemed he had a small, sudden growth spurt during his last jacking session and it looked like that may have happened again. I swear he seemed even taller than just a couple of days ago, but it could've just been the pump he got from his self pleasuring sessions. Dad swung his big arms back and forth, stretching his upper body. His wingspan was so wide he had to be careful to avoid hitting the kitchen appliances with his wrecking ball sized fists. “Ah, little buddy. That felt soooo good. I tell ya what, I'm about ready for the competition to be over. My hand is nice and all but I'm ACHING to get myself some real action.” “You think you can find any women who would be willing to take on...that?” I pointed at his still bulging crotch. “Hehe. Well I guess it's true that I may have outgrown some petite women. But hell, there are plenty of women out there who are begging to give this big log a ride. Whom am I do deny their desires!” Dad chuckled, sounding again like a cocky jock from a college frat. After we ate our meal we finished packing and got ready to hit the road. Ted came over to our house once he was off work and we loaded up into my Dad's pickup and headed to the show. It was an easy three hour drive and we got to the hotel around 7:45 pm. Unlike the last show we were actually staying at the hotel that was across the street from the hotel and convention center where the competition was being held. Consequently, there weren't nearly as many huge, buff and in shape people walking around as there probably would be at the other hotel. Of course, my father couldn't help but suck all attention from any room he entered. He had elected to wear one of his 8XL t-shirts that was actually baggy on him, covering up most of his huge and ripped frame. Even then, people couldn't help but stand and stare at the over 7 ft tall man with the thick build. My father, of course, loved it. He loved being in public based on the permanent grin and constant winks he gave other people as he went about his own normal life. Plus I remembered how he professed to me the other day how being around the 'runts' and 'shrimps' of the world made him feel even bigger and more powerful. The three of us checked in to our two adjoining rooms, Ted had elected to get his own room. The small hotel room made my imposing father look even bigger! Unlike our house, the room's ceiling height was a standard 8 feet. With his sneakers on I couldn't believe how close his head looked to the ceiling. I myself took a moment to look straight up a the ceiling, which seemed so far away from my own eyes. We settled in and a few minutes later Ted came in carrying a small jar, a small paint roller and some gloves. “All right Graves', time to get really dark. Strip down to your practice posers and head into the bathroom.” The three of us squeezed into the bathroom and I stepped into the shower. “Strip 'em off Jed!” Ted handed my father a couple of the gloves and donned a pair himself. “Ok, Jed, just stand here, I'm going to have to grope you little bit, hope you don't mind the minor assault,” Ted chuckled. He dipped his fingers in the jar and then began blotting my arm with this dark, ink-like liquid. Once he had covered my arms he then used both hands to spread out the oil. He ran his hand up and down my muscled arm, evenly coating it. “Chad, use that paint roller to make sure the color is even, we don't want to see any runs.” As Ted blotted other parts of my body and Dad paint rolled me, I watched the transformation that was taking place in the bathroom mirror. I thought I was already very dark from tanning, but this was a whole new level. The contrast from my newly darkened arms to my comparatively pale torso was stunning. Ted continued to work the oil onto the rest of my upper body. I felt his hand lift up my pecs and as he spread the tanner on my front. He complimented, “Damn, Jed. You're muscle bellies are insane. So deep and bulging for a young guy like you. You definitely got the genetics of your old man...” I joked, “Yeah, except the height.” Ted laughed back, “Well, that may be, but no one has your father's height. But, believe me kid, you've got the potential to be a real mass monster someday if you keep it up!” I thanked Ted for the compliment as he continued to give me an oily rubdown. Eventually, after the awkward dick shifting part, my entire body was coated with the tanning oil. Dad continued to run the small paint roller over areas where it needed to be spread out. The trickiest part was my face. Ted then grabbed the hotel hair dryer and used it to dry off the wet parts. When I was dry enough I stepped out of the shower and slipped my practice posers back on. Now it was Dad's turn. I wasn't sure there was enough tanning oil left for him. I ended up being correct, as my father squeezed into the shower Ted went and got another jar of the substance. Dad turned to face Ted with both arms out wide, unlike me, no modesty whatsoever. “All right Ted, get to painting you master, little man!” Ted rolled his eyes and laughed, “You better watch it. I could paint a big dick on your back and you would never know it!” “Oh Ted, I got a big dick you can paint, RIGHT HERE!” Dad playfully swung his hips forward, letting his pendulous and enormous soft cock sway back and forth. It was big enough that it almost was able to swing out and smack Ted who I noticed shuffled just slightly back to avoid it. “You are such a douchebag, big guy, haha. And trust me, you don't want this stuff on your dick, it burns like a mother.” And with that Ted began my father's full body blot and rubdown. Ted instructed me to get the roller to make sure the tanner was applied evenly. The first jar quickly ran out as we covered his sprawling back. Thankfully the second jar allowed us to finish the job. Once again Ted used the hair dryer to finish. Ted handed Dad his posing trunks and he slipped them on. Dad and I stepped out of bathroom and stood side by side looking at the wide mirror on the hotel dividing wall. I almost couldn't believe these two guys were us. It looked like we had changed ethnicity because we were so dark. Dad started flexing, doing various poses in the mirror. I was in awe as I watched him pose, looking so enormous, bigger than any competitive bodybuilder in existence. Ted was right, the darker skin made all the little fibers and sinews pop out in bold relief. I joined in the posing and began examining my own frame in the mirror. I couldn't believe how ripped my chest looked with this tanning oil. My father and I engaged in playful posedown with each other, him easily outclassing me but me giving it my all. I tried to shove him out of the way and he just stood there solid as a rock. “Son, do you feel that? I felt a breeze on my arm.” I guffawed and punched him in the shoulder as he mocked my futile shoving strength. Dad maneuvered himself right behind me and I did a double biceps and he mimicked the pose. Even from behind his entire body eclipsed my own. His own massive peaked biceps rose dramatically behind my own, his huge meaty triceps extended below my own. His lat spread made him nearly twice as wide as I was. He was so tall that when I flexed my legs he was able to swing his own corresponding forward to outflank my own, not only in position but in superhuman size. “Looking good boys!” Ted announced as he came back into the room, having cleaned up the bathroom. “Alright, here's the agenda. Sometime tomorrow between 1:00pm and 5:00pm you two need to weigh in. You can go early to register, but weigh-ins are during that period. The actual competition and your posing routines will be on Saturday. Jed, the teens will go in the afternoon and the men will go early in the evening. You two are going to do great, I can tell. You guys look amazing.” “Ah thanks little buddy!” Dad reached over and ruffled Ted hair and Ted shot back an annoyed look. “All right you two, get some good rest, you've got a BIG couple of days ahead of you!” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Also, just so you are all prepared, the story will start to wrap up after the competition. It's time to start focusing on some new stories. Thanks! 3 33 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flamedelft Posted May 12, 2017 Share Posted May 12, 2017 Good chapter! Sad to hear this story will be ending, but I'm very much looking forward to what else you can come up with! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggzeleven Posted May 12, 2017 Share Posted May 12, 2017 Awesome! Can't wait to see Chad compete! Really looking forward to learning his new stats! Cant help but doubt that even the biggest Amazonian will be able to handle him now if so, I wonder what he will find as a replacement haha great work! edit: would love to see the sexual tension increase as the story nears its end 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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