dredlifter Posted March 22, 2017 Author Share Posted March 22, 2017 On 3/22/2017 at 1:45 PM, Bear said: Just a note, I often use images of this guy when I think of Chad. Your character is much bigger, but I think the "visual attitude" is similar. I thought I'd share. GentleGiant (BTW: If you want to delete this and leave things more solidly to the reader, I'm OK with that.) Wow, he's a beast, too bad his account is private. No worries to me on posting this! I do like that you posted a link to him instead of an actual pic. That way if people are worried about jeopardizing their visualization of Big Chad they don't have to click on the link 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
billyed1 Posted March 24, 2017 Share Posted March 24, 2017 Amazing writing bro! Astounding descriptions and can't wait for more chapters. On pins an needles awaiting the posing pouch fitting. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted March 27, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 27, 2017 CHAPTER THIRTEEN: HARDCORE PREP We headed back home on the morning of July 4th. It was nice to have the entire day to rest up and relax after the last few exciting days at the beach house. We got home early in the afternoon and took a nice nap to recharge. Early that evening we headed to UrbanFlex for our first workout back at our home gym in a few days. Officially the gym was closed for the holiday but since Dad had become one of the gym's star patrons the owner had given him a key so he could train whenever he needed. Ted met up with us as well to really “kick our asses into competition mode” as he put it. “Play time is over, ladies,” he added. We decided to do a combination chest and shoulders workout. Since we hadn't been in here for a few days we were excited to work the real weights that we were familiar with. While Brody had a great home gym at the lake house, it was nothing compared to UrbanFlex. We began with incline barbell bench press to really build up that pec shelf that every bodybuilder desires. We proceeded to have one of most intense workouts we have ever had, and that is saying something. With the gym closed we had the entire place to ourselves so we cranked up the heavy rock music louder than usual and heaved the iron around like madmen. Ted was literally screaming at us on every rep of every set with an intensity I had never seen from him. He really was going to kick our asses into shape. After just a couple of our working sets we were all sweating profusely and fully pumped. We continued our working sets on the incline bench. Dad used a separate bench from Ted and I due to his far superior strength and height. We would've been switching out the weight and seat setting constantly if we had shared a bench. After Dad's third set of incline benches, he did 15 reps x 315, he stood up and looked way down at Ted and I. “It's time to get serious,” he said. He reached down and pulled off his sleeveless gym shirt and draped it over the back of the bench, revealing those heaving pumped pecs to Ted and I. “No one's here so we're lifting shirtless so we can see the muscle working. Strip off those tops, boys,” my father demanded. Ted and I were in no position to disobey so we followed suit. “Alright, throw on another plate for me, guys.” Ted an I loaded up the bar to 405 lbs and Dad squeezed himself into the bench and began repping out the weight like it was nothing. Cripes, a lot people can't even deadlift this weight! After 15 reps he re-racked the weight. Ted and I completed our own sets and Dad has us add another quarter to each side. Now, with the bar at 455 lbs, the weight was getting to him, but it's what he needed to tear down those already massive muscle fibers so they could grow back even bigger. Since he was shirtless we could all see his giant pecs leap and contort with effort as he pressed. He would let the weight slowly come down and would rest the bar just above his silver dollar sized nipples. Then he would shove the weight suddenly upward, his two pecs bursting upward and together with each intense repetition, creating a cleavage that a female porn star would be jealous of. Ted stood up on the bench assembly spotter's platform and screamed down at my Dad at the top his lungs, his spittle practically raining down on my Dad's face. “C'MON YOU PANSY! PUSH IT UP!! YEAH BIG CHAD, SQUEEZE THAT FUCKIN' CHEST,” Ted would scream, amongst other motivational insults. After 12 grueling reps Dad stood slowly and turned to face Ted. Even though Ted was standing on the elevated spotting platform, he was still a couple of inches shorter than the towering 6 ft 8 in bodybuilder. Ted snarled back at Dad, “Hit that most muscular pose, big guy. DO IT! Squeeze those muscle boobs! Force that blood in.” Dad commenced the pose with a fierce growl. “THERE IT IS, BOOM! HOLD THE POSE BIG MAN...HOLD IT...HOLD IT...GOOD, RELEASE!” Ted shouted and Dad dropped his arms. “Great job, Chad! You're going to have to hold those poses for many seconds so we're going to work on them in between sets. You too, Jed.” “FUCK I'M PUMPED!” my father shouted. Indeed he was. I hadn't seen him shirtless with a chest pump too often but he looked insane! Even through the light fur you could the see the sinews crisscrossing his heaving plates of armor, which was a new sight to me. Undoubtedly his body-fat was still dropping and his definition was now coming in all over. “One more set, switch out that quarter for another plate, boys.” We had seen Dad bench this weight before, but only for four reps. Ted protested, “Now Chad, buddy, remember bodybuilding is more about repetition and squeezing the muscle, not the weight. We're not going to for low reps and strength anymore. We don't want to risk injury so...” Pops suddenly cut Ted off with an aggravated glare, “Who says I'm doing low reps for strength? Shut up and get ready to spot me.” Ted obeyed and got ready to help Dad un-rack the bar. The bar left the brackets and Dad began his set. One, two, three, four...holy shit. He was repping it easy. He blew past his previous best rep count at 495 lb and continued. He was yelling at full blast, Ted was doing the same. Five, six, seven, he started to slow down. He arms were trembling but the beast never lost form. Eight, nine. Geezus! Ten...annnnnnddd eleven! He racked the weight and jumped up off the bench. “FUCK YEAHHHHHH!!!! Ted jumped off the spotting platform and ran over to stand right in front of Dad, looking eight inches up into Dad's eyes. “POSE, NOW,” Ted demanded. My hulking father crabbed forward so his head was just above Ted's and bared his teeth. He was drenched in sweat. As Dad held the pose Ted proceeded to PUNCH Dad's pecs. “Fuck yeah, big man! Those pecs feel like rocks as I punch 'em! HOLD THE POSE!” Ted kept punching. Small droplets of sweat would spray off my father's flesh as Ted's fist repeatedly made contact. “I SAID HOLD THE POSE! A FEW MORE SECONDS... …good and release.” Dad exhaled and stood up. His pecs were red, not only from the gallons of blood forced into them but from the pounding Ted gave him. We rotated off sets between Dad, Ted and myself. I was stoked myself to be benching more than I ever had as well. I felt pumped to max just like my Dad. Doc's treatments must've been kicking in! Like Dad, Ted had me hold a flex after every set to completely exhaust the muscles. Thankfully, Ted elected not to punch my chest. After incline we moved onto flat dumbbell bench. Dad worked his way up the 200 pounders, the heaviest dumbbells in the gym, for sets of 15-20! He was now so tall that his ass and his head hung off each end of the bench that was designed for a human within the standard height range. Again, as he heaved the dumbbells up and down his pecs exploded upward in size. If you were to place your fingers in between the granite cleavage they would've been instantly crushed as he raised the weight. I myself was ecstatic that I could now rep out the 100 lb dumbbells. Of course, as happy as I was in was insane to think that my father was benching DOUBLE what I was! The workout continued as we blasted chest from a few different angles and then moved on to delts. Once again my father's strength seemed inhuman. He could military press four plates! FOUR! My father was now strong enough that he could hold over four hundred pounds above his head, a weight that was almost two of me! After three more shoulder movements our delts were just as pumped as our chests. Every inch of us was soaked in sweat. It was a good thing there was a pile of towels at the towels station even though the gym was closed because we left every bench and every seat that we used saturated with man sweat after use. After our last set my father clapped his big mit on my shoulder and eyed me proudly. “Damn, Champ! You're looking mighty huge. Look at that chest, all red and pumped. And those shoulder caps! Wow, I've never seen you looking so studly.” “Thanks, Pops! Although If you think I look big you should look in the mirror. Gosh, I have never seen you look so WIDE!” I reached up and poked his right deltoid. “GEEZ! I can't even put a dent in your shoulder muscle it's so pumped. Looking up at you, you look more like a superhero every day,” I gushed. “Ah, thanks, little guy!” My Dad suddenly reached down toward me. I saw him coming, laughed and attempted to get away, but my big athletic Dad was just quick enough to snag me in his long herculean arms. He ensnared me, lifted me on my feet and playfully smushed my head into his sweaty, heaving pecs. Our sweat mixed with each others as he squished every part of me he could into the front side of his torso, him chuckling with amusement. “OOF! DAD! GROSS!” Dad and Ted continued to laugh as he easily manhandled me against his sweaty torso. Even with my own increasing strength I was no match for his physical superiority. Dad set me back down on the ground and I sneered up into his piercing eyes. “There ya go little buddy! Now you don't need a shower!” I huffed in annoyance as I grabbed a towel and tried to dry as much of the salty moisture off me that I could. We stretched and then gathered our bags to head back home. Ted was going to follow us, he wanted to go over some more preparation. A few minutes later we arrived home. I followed Pops inside as he ducked under the front door frame. Ted pulled up and followed us in a couple of minutes later. In the kitchen Dad threw a stack of pre-cooked chicken the microwave while I cut up some asparagus. Ted walked in and told my father and I to sit at the table. We sat down and watched Ted pulled over the trashcan from the corner of the kitchen. “Alright boys. You two sit right there no matter you see.” “Gee, that doesn't sound ominous at all,” I joked. Ted smiled back and looked at my old man. “You got that, He-man? Can you sit there no matter what I do?” “I'll try my best, little man.” Ted proceeded to raid our cupboards, fridge and pantry. Ted was right, this was painful. It seemed like he was throwing away every good tasting consumable we had. “Uh oh, sport. He just tossed your potato chips.” My heart leapt as Ted smashed the crinkly bag down into the garbage bin. “Bastard!” I comically yelled at Ted. Ted was even throwing away things that I thought were healthy. I mean, honestly, since Dad had really bought in to the bodybuilding a few months ago, in general we didn't have a lot of what I would consider “unhealthy” food. Dad and I curiously questioned Ted as he tossed some questionable items.” “Too much sugar”. “To many carbs”. “It's all empty calories.” These were a few of the phrases uttered by Ted. Once Ted had removed the unqualified foodstuffs, he grabbed a chair and pulled it over near the cupboards. I realized what he was doing. If you recall we had very tall cabinets in our kitchen. Ted and I were short enough that we could not see the highest shelf. Dad instantly jumped up and stood next to Ted who was standing on top of the chair. For once Ted got to look down at my father, although I'm sure view wasn't any less intimidating. “What're you doing, Ted,” my father crossed his arms in front of that mighty chest. His forearms bulged intimidatingly. The action made his upper pecs bunch upward even more. Ted smirked down at Dad. “I thought I told you to stay seated, big guy.” “I don't like my privacy being invaded,” Dad growled. “I bet you don't, Chad.” Now that he was a height that allowed, Ted looked into the upper cupboard shelf. “Ah, I see why. What's this shoved the toward the back, here? Something that only a big 6 ft 8 in tall man could only see or reach with those big buff arms?” Ted reached in and pulled out a half eaten carton of double stuff Oreo cookies. I laughed as I saw them. If Dad had one sweet-tooth weakness, it was Oreos. I saw my Dad's face fall. He joked, “No! Not my Oreos, you bastard!” “Sorry, big man. It's for you're own good! HEY!” Dad grabbed Ted's shoulders, one in each hand, and easily hauled him off the chair and held Ted above his head. An hour earlier I had seen Dad military press 405 lbs, so Ted's 220-some lbs had to feel like nothing to him. He held Ted up against the ceiling. “Are you sure you want to defy me, little guy,” Dad sneered as he stared up at Ted pressed against the ceiling. He was kidding but for a brief moment I experienced some fear at his power. I never thought he would hurt Ted, but this huge man had so much power you couldn't help but let that linger in the back of your brain. Ted saw the same thing I did. For just a split second I thought I saw a look of terror blanch across his face. I guess that had to be expected when you are staring down at the floor from a height of about nine feet! Ted relaxed and smirked again down at Dad. “Oh big guy. Are those hunger pangs kicking in already? It's only gonna get worse. Hey, you aint foolin' no one superChad. You only use your powers for good, you ain't gonna hurt me, haha.” My father grinned that handsome face back up at Ted. He allowed his arms to bend set Ted down back down on the kitchen linoleum. “You're right, little buddy. I've pledged to use my power only for good, not evil.” Ted proceeded to dump the cookies in the trash. Dad and I both silently wept as Ted took the tasty trash out the dumpster. I sympathetically wrapped one arm around Dad's waist for a half hug. “We're in this together, herc. He took my chips and took your Oreos. Misery loves company, AMIRITE?” After Ted had crushed our souls he headed home. Since it was the night of 4th Dad and I sat out on our driveway that evening and watched the fireworks being set off from various households of our neighborhood. It was a hot, humid summer evening so both and Dad sat out shirtless. We enjoyed the rest of the evening as various bursts of colorful light shown down and illuminated my father massively muscled frame. And so the next day we settled back into our normal summertime routine. Wake up, work, workout, sleep. It sounds boring but honestly we found out the consistent routine helped us stay on track with our preparation. After a couple of days without any sweet sugary snacks both Dad and I were starting to get cravings. Our workouts were still going great. Even though a big amount of energy-packed carbs had been cut from our diets we were still going strong. Both Dad and I so far were continuing to put up personal records. On Friday, I thought Dads arms were going to explode. After our arm workout I had never seen them look so pumped full of blood. Of course, Dad had just finished curling 225 lbs for multiple sets of 12! I know for a lot of men, including myself, finally being able to bench 225 lb feels like a huge milestone. And here was this towering muscular man, easily curling that same weight. I couldn't help it when we got home, I had to measure his arms. I grabbed the tape measure as Dad ducked into the kitchen. Dad smirked down at me bemusedly at my childlike curiosity. “Ok, big guy, let's see how big those monsters are fully pumped.” Dad looked from my eyes to his arms. First his left and then his right. “These little things here? I think they're pretty big...” Well that was the understatement of the year. “...isn't that good enough?” “Please, Dad? Surely, have to be curious, yourself.” “Well I am a little curious, but don't call me Shirley!” We both laughed at one of our favorite jokes, both us being huge fans of the movie 'Airplane'. “Ok little buddy I suppose. Here let me flex...oh man, ouch!” Dad was having trouble bringing his left arm up into a flex. That huge basketball sized arm was still so pumped full of blood from our workout that he was having trouble bending his arm. “Haha, look at that, Son. I can't even reach up and touch my head I'm so damn pumped up!” I mimicked his movement and to my own surprise found I couldn't touch my head either as my own pump was still in full force. “Damn, you're right, Dad. I can't either. We just growing too big, I guess.” Dad chuckled, “Haha, little guy. There no such thing at TOO BIG! Here I'll just flex my arm at my side.” I proceed to wrap the tape around his arms. The flesh was hot and humid due to the skin stretching pump and sheen of sweat that lingered from our workout. Damn, Dads arm fully pumped was GIGANTIC! Due to my own arm pump and the basketball sized limb I was trying to measure I was struggling to take the measurement. “Hurry, up Jed, my arm is going to cramp up!” Finally I was able to hold the tape down on his peak and worked the tape around his arm. “Holy crap Dad! You're arm is just a hair under 26 inches around!!” “GRRRRR, FUCK YEAH LITTLE GUY! Pretty soon these arms of mine are going to be bigger than your WAIST!” “Cripes, Dad, you're arms are already bigger than my thighs!” “Is that so, Son?” Dad leaned down and put his enormous left arm next to my right thigh. “Let's see if that's true. Hike up your shorts, Champ.” I pulled up the basketball shorts to expose my right leg. OH MY GOD! It was true. You could clearly see it. Dad bent his arm next to my leg. It was evident his mighty arm was just as wide, if not wider than my own thighs! And, not to brag, but I actually have very well developed legs, especially for my age, according to Ted. “Looks like it's true, Squirt! These pythons of mine do look bigger than your quads. I guess you'll just to have to start doing more squats, haha!” Dad stood back up with a smug grin on his face as he looked down at me from seven inches above. “This is amazing, Son. I'm going to blow everyone away at that competition.” The next day was Saturday so we met up with Ted and went to get our treatments and check in with the Doc. After words we drove the gym, even though it was an off day. Ted instructed that we were going to start posing practice. UrbanFlex had a few smaller studio rooms with large mirrors. For today Ted was going to show us how to perform the upper body poses. He explained, “Posing is a huge part of the competition. No matter how big or ripped you are, if you don't know how to properly pose you won't win.” Ted took off his shirt and instructed us to do the same. “Ok, Big Chad, let's see your double biceps pose.” Dad brought his arms into what I thought was pinnacle of a double biceps pose. “TERRIBLE!” Ted shouted. Dad laughed and lightly socked Ted in the shoulder. Ted explained, “Haha. Ok, truthfully it's not a bad start, but here is where we get into the details.” Dad resumed the pose. Ted started by explaining the arms position. Ted coached that Dad needed to raise his arms up slightly so that his lats would flare out as he flexed. Also, he brought his fists inward a bit too far when he flexed his canons. Apparently he need to keep his forearms closer to a 90 degree angle. Ted would perform the pose and explain to us the proper position of everything. Ted had me perform the pose as well next to my Dad. Standing next to my Dad, at a full seven inches shorter was a little intimidating, but once I took my eyes of him I was surprised how good I was looking myself! As I mentioned, Ted had his shirt off and here I was, not looking much smaller than him! We continued listening as Ted instructed. “Ok, guys, now suck in that waist and flex those abs at the same time...good.” After just a few minutes both Dad and I were starting to sweat. Dad wiped his forehead, “Whew, this is a lot harder than it looks. There is a lot more to each pose than I would ever have guessed.” Ted chuckled. “Yup. We will work on posing a few times a week. It will be a good compliment to the extra cardio I'm going to add.” Dad groaned at the thought of more cardio. “Ok, now let's work on the side chest pose. This one is a big more complicated. Watch me.” Ted performed the pose and explained to us how we wanted to use the arm at our side to shove our pecs upward to really exaggerate the shelf. Looking at Dad, I wasn't sure his chest size could be any more exaggerated. “Wow, great job Chad, this is going to be one your stronger poses. You are a natural at this one.” I had to agree. It looked like you could set a bucket of popcorn on my Dad's chest shelf as he held the pose. Ted then taught us the most muscular. Apparently there were a couple of variations of this pose. You could press your hands together or keep your fists a few inches apart, a la the famous pose of the 'Hulk' comic book character. You could hunch forward or stand up straight. Ted informed Dad that he looked best crouched over with his fists apart. “Because you are so tall, the slight lean forward will give the judges not only the best angle to look up at you but will also make you look even more intimidating. Jed, because you are such a ripped dude, I think you should stand up mostly straight and press your hand together right above your waist. Yeah, just like that, looking good young man! Really squeeze that chest...” I watched ourselves as we posed. Ted was absolutely correct. With Dad's bloated muscular size the “Hulk” version of the most-muscular pose was perfect for him. And my version made all my cuts and sinews jump out. Next we learned the lat spread pose. This too was tricky, mostly because we couldn't actually see our backs while executing the pose. Ted had to teach us this one by feel. After demonstrating I watched Ted as he grabbed my father's slabs of lats and psychically tried to pull them outward to get my Dad to understand the pose. “There ya go big man, really flare those elbows,” he coached. “Jed, make sure you are watching this.” Dad was struggling a little bit with pose and Ted let him know he would have to practice this one a bit more. Next I tried and Ted sounded impressed. “Nice, job Jed. This may be your natural pose. Chad, see how Jed here as opened up his back muscles, this is what you need to work on.” Finally we finished off our first posing session with the back double biceps. This one was relatively easy, it just had a couple of adjustments from the front double biceps pose. By the end of the session we were toweling off the sweat. “Ok, that was a good first lesson, boys. Next time we'll learn the legs poses. Now, think about how much you are sweating now. For every upper body pose you have to be flexing your legs in some way as well, so you can see how taxing true posing really is. Attack that cardio because you will need it as you are flexing your whole body up on stage. Good practice boys, we'll see you tomorrow!” Later that night Dad and I were actually sore just from from posing! The next day, Sunday, Ted instituted some extra cardio, much to my father's chagrin. After our squat workout we headed to the local high school track and Ted had us jog laps. It was difficult, not only because we weren't yet used to running a lot, but because our legs were still pumped from squatting. It was hot, being a July Sunday and all, so we stripped off our shirts and started running. It had to be quite a site to see this giant muscle man running around the track. There were a few other joggers as well, true runners who were mostly rail thin. The comparison was quite a site when my father would pass one of the runners. His massive arms alone looked to be the size of the their torsos! He very likely weighed nearly three times as much as these toothpick people. You could see the look of intimidation on the runners faces as he passed them. Dad looked to take up TWO lanes of the track because he was just so wide. Somewhat surprisingly, Dad was able to keep up with me. Being quite young, I hadn't really lost any endurance so I was good at running. I don't think my father was still actually as fast as me, but he was mostly able to keep pace since his legs and his strides were so much longer. Ted had us run four laps two different times, for a total of two miles. As we finished the last lap both Dad and I crashed into the cool grass on the inside of the track. Ted stood over us, “Good job boys! Not bad for your first running session. Now get up and walk around or else you'll start to cramp up.” The next morning our regular work week began and we settled into our extended contest prep routine that included a 25 minute cardio session after every workout. With the added cardio and decreased carbs, we were absolutely exhausted in the evenings. The good thing about being so tired is that we would go right to bed by 10:30pm, which gave us a nice eight hour recharging sleep before we woke up at 6:30am in the mornings. With the treatments, the extra cardio and the reduced carbs we were starting to see some impressive progress. The fat seemed to be melting off my Dad. Not that he had a lot to start with, but his cuts were starting to rival my own. I was slowly getting more shredded too, but since I was already quite lean my progress was a bit slower, understandably. Wednesday evening was a cardio only day. Dad and I again decided to jog at the track early in the evening so we could relax the rest of the night. I think my Dad secretly loved jogging at the track so he could show off his titanic frame to the public. After our run we headed home and were both making food in the kitchen. As we were milling around preparing our meals around I saw my father's shorts begin to tent. I could clearly make out the gigantic tube of meat as it expanded into probably one of the biggest half-chubs in existence. “Uh Dad, you see something you like? Is there pretty girl outside the window or something,” I jokingly accused. He didn't notice what I was talking about at first. “Huh? What?” He glanced down at his unmissable bulge and chuckled. “Oh, haha. Sorry Son. I haven't, uh, taken care of business since I plowed Emily at the lake house. Trying to really take Ted's advice to heart on the contest prep. I'm so horny it feels like any little breeze gets me going. I've started to wear my compression shorts to work to help keep this baseball bat under wraps.” “Wow, Dad are you serious? It's been a week since you got off?” I too was taking Ted's advice and had greatly cut back on my masturbatory sessions, but I had already given in a couple of times since last week. “Yikes, no wonder you are still setting records in the gym.” “Yeah, I think it's helping me keep up with your speedy ass on the track too. But, shit, I don't know how much longer I can keep it up. I feel like I could ram this thing through a tree!” I winced at the thought, “Too much information, big guy. Too much information...” For the rest of the night we watched TV together in the living room. Whenever a hot actress came on the screen Dad couldn't help but fondle himself through his basketball shorts. A couple of time it looked like he reached full mast, which at nearly a full foot was unmistakable underneath his baggy basketball shorts. At about 10:00pm we went through our nightly routine and went to bed. Later, I was awoken in the middle of night by loud noises. As I came out of my fog of sleep I could hear loud and what sounded like pained moaning. The voice was very deep and gravelly and was obviously coming from my Dad. I thought about getting up to check on him but then the moaning continued, but it sounded more pleasurable. I deduced that my father could not contain himself any longer and was finally relieving his sexual pressure. A few minutes later I heard him clomp into the bathroom to take care of whatever he needed to do. I was certainly impressed that he had been able to control his urges for a full week, that is impressive even for a man who isn't an enormous walking ball of testosterone. Once Pop was finished in the bathroom he headed back to his room. The floor creaked with every step, unable to remain silent as his nearly 400 lbs of beef gingerly returned to his room. As the silence returned I fell back asleep. The next morning I woke up a few minutes earlier than my father. I made myself a plate of eggs with some Ezekiel bread toast. I was still in my morning stupor as I sat at the table chowing down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dad duck exaggeratedly under the doorway into the kitchen as I scooped up eggs with my fork. “Morning, Pops.” I mumbled. I decided to confront him on his activities last night. “It sounded like you couldn't take it any more last night big guy. Did you enjoy a nice jackoff session?” I heard his deep, rumbling laugh from behind me. “Oh no, Son. I'm still the master of my domain (Dad and I were big Seinfeld fans). I'm still holding it in.” I know he still had morning voice, but his voice seemed even deeper than usual. Maybe he was catching a cold? Still in my morning haze it took me a few minutes to process what he had said. “What are you talking about? You didn't whack off last night? Then what were all those moaning and groaning noises I heard?” I sputtered out between bites of eggs. “I don't know, squirt. Why don't you tell me?” I put my fork down and turned around in my chair to look him in the eyes. Something seemed off. I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep out of them to let my vision clear. As he came into focus it became evident what I was seeing. Dad was noticeably...bigger. BIGGER. THICKER. WIDER. And dare it be true... … TALLER! I jumped out of my chair and walked up to him. He smirked down at me. WAY down at me, it felt like. Whereas I had gotten use to looking straight ahead at this neck, I was now staring into the middle of his awe-inspiring pectorals. As I continued to stare straight ahead at Dad playfully bounced them to break me out of my spell. I looked way up again to see him with a piercing smug grin plastered on his face. “Ted sure wasn't lying, little buddy. Haha, pretty soon I'll have to start calling you 'TINY BUDDY'!” Dad condescendingly patted the top of my head. “Holding my load, keeping all that testosterone that my huge bull nuts are brewing inside my body. It gave me another mini-growth spurt last night. I wasn't jacking off, Son. I was FUCKING GROWING!” Dad raised his arms into a colossal double bicep pose, holding his arms up high, sucking in his waist and expanding his chest like Ted had taught us. At his new height my eyes were at the same level as the hanging mass of his striated triceps. “We have to measure, Son. I have to know my height.” I grabbed the tape measure and pencil out of the drawer. Dad stood up against the wall and I made a new mark. We hadn't officially measured him since he was 6 ft 6 in. We knew he had crossed the 6 ft 8 in barrier when his head started brushing door frames. Dad turned around and we looked at the new mark, a mark that was several inches above the last one. Dad looked away as I grabbed the tape measure and ran it up to the new mark. “Read it, Son. I want to hear you say it.” I sighed and collected my breath as I mentally recorded the number. I dropped the tape and walked over and stood in front of my father. I tilted my head back to again look up at his handsome smiling face. “Dad. You are now a hulking 6 ft 10.5 in GIANT of a man!” “OOOOH FUCK YEAH SON!!” Dad against launched into a double-biceps pose. This must've been his favorite pose and I certainly couldn't blame him, he looked godly. “I'm SOOOO fucking... HYOOOOGE! I'm like, NBA basketball player height but with so much more MUSCLE and STRENGTH than any of those little basketball pussies could imagine. HAHA. I'm going to be the BIGGEST BODYBUILDER anybody has ever seen at that competition, mark my words.” Dad seemed to be getting lost in his own arrogance. As he held his pose I felt something brushing against my own leg. I looked down and saw Dad again had an enormous erection. The rock hard rod had lifted up the leg of his shorts as was brushing against me! THAT clearly had kept up with his growth spurt as well. Dad felt it too because he quickly broke his pose, looked down and stepped back with a raucous laugh. “Oh sorry Son! HAHA. Damn, look at that thing. It's gotta be over a foot long now! I'm gonna have to find some Amazon women because I don't know if any normal woman will be able to handle this massive bull cock!” Somehow I was able to finished my breakfast and the rest of my normal morning routine. Somehow he had found a bright green polo shirt that was just able to contain his now even greater bulk. Even so, the shirt looked painted on. Now that he was leaner you could even begin to make out his abs through the tightly stretched fabric. Of course, none of the polo's buttons could be connected. In fact, it looked like the “V” of the chest was starting to tear as a I saw him exit the house and climb into his truck. He climbed in the cab and I saw him adjust the seat back another couple of notches to fit his new height. Through the window he winked and waved to me and headed off to his construction management job. I couldn't believe what was happening. Dad was growing and an incredible rate. The competition was two weeks away, he couldn't possibly keep growing into the competition, could he? One thing I did learn from this morning's crazy encounter, I definitely needed to work on my own, ahem, self control. Maybe I could reap some of the same benefits as Dad. We will certainly see. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Back to the basics in this one. Just some good 'ole lifting and growing. Hope you like! 3 32 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Domorice Posted March 27, 2017 Share Posted March 27, 2017 Holy Jesus that was hot. I'm still hoping he decides to get with his son if not Ted. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted March 27, 2017 Share Posted March 27, 2017 I live for Chad's growth sessions. Seeing that beast get taller and taller is always a huge thrill!! 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted March 27, 2017 Share Posted March 27, 2017 I kind of hope the height tales of soon, personally not a fan of the height but your writing is incredible and I'm invested in the story wondering what will happen next Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bear Posted March 27, 2017 Share Posted March 27, 2017 Excellent! Keep it going! And I love the height, for what it's worth. Great storytelling and writing. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted March 28, 2017 Share Posted March 28, 2017 As i said many times before I love tehe asy banter between Ted, Chand and Jed. They are bros for life lol 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted March 28, 2017 Share Posted March 28, 2017 So great! I love the "mini" growth spurt from Chad. He just keeps getting huger and huger. The way he's going, I'm sure he'll make his goal of 400 pounds by the contest, if not blow way past it. And maybe he'll do it at 7 feet or more. I hope Jed holding off on relieving himself spurs a "mini" spurt in him too or maybe even a bout of the "flu" like what Chad had a few chapters ago. Poor Ted just seems like he's being left behind, but I kind of think that's cool if he sees Chad, and then maybe Jed too, just become massive to him. It would make sense, since they share genes and Ted does not. Of course, if you decide to make Ted's treatments more effective now that he's done with his contest, that would be A-Okay too! BTW, I also love the Airplane! and Seinfeld references. One of my favorite movies and TV shows. As always, I'm looking forward to the next awesome chapter! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fillups Posted March 28, 2017 Share Posted March 28, 2017 What you've done here is impressive on so many levels. Clearly the feedback you're getting here confirms that. What I think makes this work is how well you ground the fantasy in reality. You get things like contest prep, heavy duty training, Ezekiel bread, the excitement at the expo right. They all feel real and part of these characters' world. This attention to detail makes me excited to see this incredible fantasy character, Chad deal with the realities of a modern bodybuilding competition in at least two possible scenarios you've cleverly alluded to that feel realistic---although he's a man mountain, maybe Chad could get beaten by a guy with a smaller more pleasing or ripped physique in the same way that Ted judged the competition for a light heavy over a super-heavy during Dallas' show (lots of bodybuilding examples--I keep thinking of guys like Markus Ruhl or Eli Hanna in this situation) or, like in that same show, Dallas could use politics to unfairly sway the judges. The way you use Ted to provide information and expertise in so many chapters without overloading the story with expository detail is just brilliant. Ted is way more than a device though, I really get a sense of this decent, honest guy who is trying to maximize his average ability. He is the everyman who gives his gifts (knowledge, expertise, science connections, his wife!!!) to forge our superhuman hero, Chad. While I love the interaction between these characters, it's sometimes hard to see Ted so completely (albeit goodnaturedly) emasculated by the narrative although his nornalness enhances the fantasy of Chad. I was hoping for a victory for Ted in the competition but you took a more realistic approach and also allowed our villain Dallas to take the overall. I think these are both stronger choices than I would have made because I like Ted so much and want him to get a big moment. Your balancing act between likability and mega alpha male superiority in Chad is also a piece of brilliance. Being this alpha guy that can command the room like a god is the fantasy you are taking on and yet keeping Chad from devolving into a complete jerk is a nice tightwire act and so far you've pulled it off. This is especially true where you get away with Chad having sex with Ted's wife and still keeping their ongoing friendship believable. As Chad becomes less realistic and more superhuman, this seems like it might become trickier although you've laid excellent groundwork here. So far you've kept Chad's strength within recognizably human achievement but pretty soon with his size, it seems like he will be shattering world records and will this garner him celebrity? You have opened the door with Chad's exploits at the expo and his upcoming contest. In many ways Jed is the most problematic character. As a narrator he exists to provide info on Chad's development. You've touched on his own emasculation at the exploits of his father and an almost reverse Oedipal situation where the dad not only sleeps with Jed's former girlfriend but her friend at the same time and easily pleasures them BOTH simultaneously better than Jed. This is incredibly hot as a scenario but it seems like Jed would have some more anger at his father than he does. However, the good natured camraderie between uber alpha dad and normal alpha son is also a pleasure to read. I'm very glad you did explore Jed's alpha qualities in the expo chapter and look forward to seeing Jed develop further in this direction. Jed's exploits also realistically relieves the narrative of possible Jed resentment against Chad. What is ultimately stunning about your achevement here is that Jed should feel like a device and yet you've touched enough issues for him to be his own presence in the story. Thanks for the tremendous work you've done here. I'm looking forward to what you have in store for us. 1 9 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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