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Son's First Day

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“How was your first day” Steve called to his son Luke

He’d heard the front door open and slam loudly closed. He’d heard some muttering and the sound of Dan kicking off his new work shoes. The thudding from the smart black leather shoes was a lot louder then they should have been. It sounded like Luke hadn’t had a good first day.

Steve had been proud of his son when Luke announced he’d finally found a proper job. He was 21, and has been bouncing between terrible low paid jobs from burger flipper to cashier in a gas station. But he’d gotten a nice secure office job for some big biotech firm. He’d just be doing filing and stuff from a desk, so it didn’t matter that Luke hadn’t been to college, or barely got out of high school.

“It was fine” Luke called back as he passed the doorway to the living room

His voice sounded hoarse, deeper even. Maybe the office was a loud environment, and Luke’s mousy squeaky voice had had to bellow to just be heard.

Steve pulled his chunky form from the sofa, Luke had inherited Steve’s short stocky form. Steve himself had just finished a long day at the office, being a low level accountant for some big bank. He’d tried to get Luke a job there, but the boy just didn’t have the qualifications.

Steve walked into the corridor, seeing the front door shut and Luke’s shoe on the floor. They were brand new, only brought a few days ago before Luke started work. Now they were ruined, the seams looking stretched out and torn apart. One of them having had the entire sole of the shoe hanging from the leader body by a few threads.

“Luke, what the hell happened to your shoes” Steve shouted to his son, confusion and anger in his voice

There was a few moments silence.

Luke’s reply was muffed by a mouth full of food. But it sounded like he was claiming his feet were too big. Steve wanted to call out Luke’s bullshit, the boy was cursed with small slender girl feet.

Instead he huffed and moved towards the kitchen, pushing the door open and gasping loudly at the sight of his son.

Standing at the open fridge his hand buried in a bowl of cold potatoes from last night’s dinner stood Luke, just it wasn’t the short chubby boy Steve had waved off to work this morning.

This was a man, a very tall, muscle bound man. The seat of his pants were skin tight over two overdeveloped glute muscles. The seams of the pants legs struggling over two thick quads and down to meaty calve muscles. The hem of the pant legs didn’t make it to Luke’s ankles, he must be half a foot taller at least, maybe even a foot.

Like his shoes the socks on Luke’s feet were losing their battle with Luke’s flipper like feet, the toes forcing themselves out of the fabric.

Luke was shirtless, this crisp white work shirt lay across the island in the centre of the kitchen. It looked torn in places, the sleeve arms looked like they had burst. It was missing a few buttons, mostly around the collar and the upper chest area.

Steve saw why when Luke turned to face him, his widely build back fading from view to reveal Luke’s chest.

Two immense slab like pecs, hairless with fat perky nipple hung from his torso. The strain of carrying these rock hard sandbags explained the rounded perfection of Luke’s cannon ball shoulders and meaty traps. Must be a workout from keeping them so high and perky.

“Hey Dad” Luke said between mouthfuls of potatoes, his voice was deeper

“What.. What” Steve started to splutter, his eyes tracing the ridges of Luke’s abs

“Accident at work… first day too” Luke sighed, putting nearly empty bowl into the fridge

He slammed it closed, his bowling ball bicep flexing with power. He obviously didn’t know his own strength.

Steve just stood slack jawed as his new and improved son explained what happened. Luke’s face had changed a bit, mostly gained some muscle with his jaw squaring off and skin gaining a healthy tanned sheen to it.

“So I got in fine, met my manager and stuff… you know got the login for the emails and that” he explained waving a large veined hand around “They took me on a tour of the campus, not just my building, but the labs and stuff too… was super cool.

He then flexed an arm and bounced his heavy pecs. A sly smirk on his lips.

“Then the accident happened” He chuckled “Some lab guy wasn’t following protocols and left some stuff out they shouldn’t”

He laughed “And you know I’m clumsy”

He stretched out his arms, his hand now able to palm the ceiling when fully stretched up. His lats flared outwards, Luke was so broad now.

“I might of knocked a flask over and breathed in too much of the fumes” Luke muttered

Luke finally noticed his fathers face, he raised his hands to calm his dad. Which only caused his big solid pecs to bunch up.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t fired… I mean I am in trouble” he laughed “I wasn’t fired though, I just grew… which they said wasn’t what they were aiming for, so they are gonna have to study me”

“Stud…Study” Steve was able to blurt out before quickly saving himself

“Yea study” Luke said “They are gonna pay me more, plus I don’t have to work at all, just come in everyday for tests and stuff”

He clicked two of his thick fingers together “Speaking of which”

Luke turned away again, giving his dad a good view of his thick ass again. Luke went to a cupboard and got out a large water bottle, it was Steve’s from when he used to go cycle to work.

“They need a sample” Luke chuckled as he turned back

Steve blinked a few times before seeing that Luke was cupping his bulging crotch with his free hand. The zipper of his pants near to bursting, the teeth of the zip barely keeping themselves together.

Luke left the kitchen, laughing about being paid to jerk off. Last thing Steve heard from his son that night before his boy’s bed started to slam back and forth was Luke’s musing that he’d need a bigger sample cup.

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Me encantan tus historias es bueno volver a leerte sigue asi, soy tu admirador

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