height Dad's Lost Glory Years (Updated MAY 26: CH 20)

[Kymuscleboy]

20 hours ago, Muscleboy81 said:

I still wonder if with treatments. Jed takes a Little more after his old man.

I hope so, I really hope so. But I will enjoy whatever dredlifter comes up with.

[dredlifter]

Hey guys, really sorry I haven't had a chance to post the next chapter yet.  I had a big project due on Monday for which I had to put in a bunch of extra hours last week.  Then, on top of that with very little notice I had to up and fly for work yesterday and just got back home tonight.  The next chapter is about 75% done, so hopefully will get it finished in the next couple of days. 

[MrAlice]

Take whatever time you need! We can wait for a good thing

[dredlifter]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SUPERHERO MOVIE

All day long at work I kept thinking about my dad. This morning we had measured him at almost 6 ft 11 inches tall! My own father was almost seven full feet of bulging bodybuilder beef. Unlike most super tall people who look stretched out and skinny, my father was amazingly well proportioned. If you saw him from a distance you would've thought he looked like a normal, heavily muscled 6 ft tall man. But when you got up close and realized that your eyes were below the tops of his shoulders, it becomes apparent just how enormous this man was. And what was most amazing of all, he was likely still growing! I remembered back to a few months ago once when found out Dad's height was increasing. Doc discovered that my Dad's bones never fused because he never quite finished puberty due to a freak spinal injury in high school. The typical bodybuilding hormones treatments given by Dr. J had seemingly restarted his puberty. Back then the Doc predicted a couple of inches of growth. My father had already blown that estimate away and had grown nearly 10 full inches in height! I couldn't imagine what it must be like to be a full foot taller than the average person. And not only was he tall, he was thick and wide with muscle too!

 

Finally the work day ended and I headed home. I was the first one home so I began to heat up our pre-workout rice and chicken meals. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and Dad stomp inside. As I was setting the timer on the microwave I heard my father from behind. “Hey Son! Have a good day at work?”

 

“It was alright, Pops. Glad it's Friday though. How was your day?” I said as I turned around and saw Dad. Well, most of him anyway. He was standing behind the kitchen doorway with his hands on his hips. I could see his legs and most of his torso. But the doorway was too small to reveal the entirety of his hulking form and he knew it. By now his shoulders were much wider than a standard doorframe and he was getting big enough that even his chest now nearly reached from one side of the door to the other. As I looked up I could see his chiseled jaw and that permanent manly stubble that covered his cheeks and surrounded his mouth. I could see his nose and then...no more. Just the wood trim at the top of the door. With the extra little bit of height afforded by wearing his shoes, my fathers eyes and the rest of his head were hidden behind the wall above the door!. Dad's handsome mouth was crooked sideways in a wry smirk as he played with his new height and size.

 

“Oh, Son it was pretty good. Some of the people at work are starting to get freaked out by my new size. I love it.” Dad continued to talk to me from behind the wall, all I could see was his mouth.

I huffed, “Will you come in here and stop being weird?” My father's mouth opened as he cackled with delight. He then stood back, tilted his head down, hunched over, turned sideways and stepped into the kitchen into full view. The simple process of walking through a doorway for us normal people had become a complicated symphony of flexing muscle maneuverability for my gigantic father as he continued to outgrow the normal, small word.

He stood up to his full height and smiled handsomely down at me. Wow, the effect was no less impressive than when I first saw his new stature this morning. My eyesight was right at his massive chest that filled the taught green polo he had found this morning. I noticed that the unbuttoned v-slit of his polo shirt looked like it had indeed torn open another half inch or so, obviously unable to handle a full day of the wear and tear that came with trying to contain his overabundant chest meat. The arms of his shirt too looked like they were on their last legs as well. I spied some frayed threads on the ring at the bottom of his sleeve, a sleeve that looked to be cutting into this arms. His forearms were looking more vascular than ever. I wasn't completely sure if it was because the sleeves were so tight that they were constricting his blood flow or it were due to our dietary reduction in fat and carbs and the extra cardio.

Dad joked as he stepped in front of me. “I can't believe how small these doorways are. I might have to do some remodeling soon, haha. I'm getting worried that I might forget how big I am and knock out half the wall when entering a room! I've already had some issues at work running into things and other people. Some of my work buddies, the ones who aren't terrified of me, has started calling me 'destructo', HAHA!”

I laughed with him. “Yeah, that certainly sounds like a unique problem, big guy. You're just going to have to be careful I guess.”

“Man, Son. I can't tell you how much happy I was today. Sure there are the little inconveniences with being so big. But even those give me a little thrill. Plus if I was too big to do something, I could easily make some small guy do it for me and they would because they were be too intimidated to say 'no', haha!”

I frowned slightly, “You're not bullying your coworkers are you, Dad?”

He protested immediately, “NO! Absolutely not. I would never do that, even though I could and it would be easy... It just seems that the more I grow the more people are eager to appease me. For instance today I dropped my phone on the floor and it bounced way under my cubicle that even my long arms couldn't reach. There's this squirrelly little younger guy who sits across the aisle from me, he's only about 5 ft 8 in or so. I nicely asked him him if we would crawl under my desk to get my phone. He practically jumped out of his chair and came over, got down on his hands and knees and crawled under my desk and got my phone. He came back out stood up and handed me my phone with a bright happy smile. He said, 'Here ya' go Mr. Graves! Let me know if you need anything else, Sir!' HAHA! He seemed so happy to help me, it felt amazing!” It seemed my father's increasing size was affording him with a subliminal dominance of those around him.

“So I thanked the little guy by patting him on the shoulder. He practically beamed with satisfaction up to me. Gosh, Son. It made me feel so powerful. This guy is one of the smaller guys in our office and the top of his head didn't even reach my shoulders! I realized I was over FOURTEEN inches taller than this little man! And probably almost three times as heavy! Ya know, I'm used to hanging out with you and Ted and you two are actually pretty big guys. When I go out in public and to work and am out with the normal people it even shocks me how truly fucking HUGE I am getting! When you factor in women, the average human could actually stand UNDER my pecs!” He emphasized this point by bouncing his pecs under the polo, further testing the V-notch of the shirt.

As Dad continued to explain his day an unmistakable tube began to creep down the left side of his jeans. My father was again getting off on his own size and power. I was wondering how much longer he could control his urges. Dad too noticed he was again getting excited, chuckled lightly and exited the kitchen to put on his gym clothes. When he returned it seemed he had calmed himself down enough that he was no longer completely obscene. After we ate I put on my gym clothes and we headed to the gym to blast our arms.

 

Ted was aghast when he saw my father once again have to duck down further than he remember to enter the gym. “Are you serious, Chad?!? Another growth spurt!? Holy crap you are becoming a true giant. You look like you are seven feet tall, I can just barely reach the the top of you head with my hands!” Ted gestured upward to try to ruffle my Dad's short hair. My father just chuckled an leaned slightly back so that Ted really couldn't reach.

 

“Not quite seven feet, shrimpy!” Dad successfully returned the favor and mussed up Ted's hair with his dinner plate sized hand. “Maybe soon, though,” Dad winked at Ted as we walked past to drop our bags in our lockers. Dad's recent growth spurt had seemingly given him another boost of energy. He was heaving up weights that I had never seen him do on pretty much all movements. He started off by curling the 100 lb dumbbells! Weights that I could just barely bench press! By his final set he was curling the 140 lb weights! His arms were looking bloated, veiny and huge! The fat was continuing to melt off and his veins were starting to look like worms crawling around under his thinning skin.

 

We moved on to some tricep exercises which further engorged his arms. He was getting to a point that you could start to see the feathers and striations of his muscles under his skin, looking like a true contest ready bodybuilder. I was getting worried that my status as the most ripped Graves family member might be in jeopardy. We measured his pumped arms at almost 26 inches a few days ago. With his proportionally increased size due to his latest growth spurt he had no doubt passed that number. His arms truly were larger than my legs and could soon eclipse my waist measurement!

 

It was starting to become comical to see Ted spotting my Dad. Not because he couldn't do it, but because the size difference was becoming so extreme. For instance, Ted would stand behind my Dad to spot him on standing alternating dumbbell curls. My Dad was now so large that if you were facing hs front, you would have no clue that there was a 2^nd place bodybuilder standing behind him. Also, Ted was having to adapt his spotting procedure. My father was now so much wider that Ted could not just stand there behind him to put his hands on my father forearms to spot him on the curls. Ted actually had to take a step left, then right, then left in sequence with my father to be able to spot my Dad as he alternated curls between his own left and right arms. It was crazy to think that this studly, far larger than normal man could look so small next to the behemoth that was my old man... Then, I realized that I was about the same size as Ted! That's how small *I* look standing next to my father! It almost felt like I was aging in reverse, becoming smaller and smaller to my Dad as time went by.

 

Dad finished his set and Ted had him bring his arms up in to a herculean double-biceps pose. His arms were so engorged that he was visibly aching holding the movement. As he held the pose Ted reached up wide and clapped both his arms on my Dad's peaked biceps! “GOOD. HOLD THAT POSE! SQUEEZE THOSE PEAKS. DON'T RELAX YET BIG GUY! C'MON! REMEBER, SUCK IN THAT WAIST, FLARE THOSE LATS, CHEST UP!” After a few more seconds he mercifully let my Dad relax. Big Chad exhaled loudly, bent over and shook out his arms. Holy crap. I remember a few weeks ago and when Did this thigh shake and leg pose in our kitchen. Now, that's what his ARMS looked like! As he shook his arms the huge loose mass of triceps and biceps swayed back and forth. After swaying them for a few second more, since he was already leaning over, he brought his fists forward and quickly performed a short lived most muscular pose with a low growl. The swaying muscles instantly tightened and threatened to bust out of his taught skin.

The following morning we headed to meet up with doc for our treatments. As Dad ducked into his office Doc was just as surprised as the rest of us. “My, my, my, Mr. Graves, you certainly are one amazing specimen. You're growth has far surpassed even my wildest estimates. You truly are one of a kind.”

 

“Thanks, Doc. I owe a lot of this to you so I can't say thank you enough. I LOVE being a big man!” Doc gave us our treatments and we started to weigh in to get our stats, first Ted then me. Ted weighed in at 230 lbs and I was right behind at 226 lbs and 6.5% bodyfat! By far the biggest and most ripped I had ever been. “Excellent work, young man! You keep this up and you may just take the teen juniors overall.” Doc praised my physique and I couldn't help but stand up a bit straighter with pride.

 

Before Dad stepped on the scale he stated. “Wait Doc. Don't tell Ted or Jed my weight. I want it to be a surprise when I weigh in for the competition.”

“Will do Mr. Graves. It's not like you need to watch your weight anyway since you are far above the limit for the super-heavyweight division. Heck, you are almost TWICE that limit,” Doc chuckled. I, on the other hand, would need to pay closer attention to my weight. Apparently the cutoff between the heavyweight and super-heavyweight division was 226 lbs. Ted and the doc both agreed that I would be best suited for the light-heavyweights which means I would have to come in under 226 lbs. Ted told me he would help adjust my diet and cardio to maintain that goal.

Dad stepped on the scale and both Ted and I saw the doc raise his eyebrow in surprise as he recorded Pops' weight, which only fueled our curiosity. “Oh, c'mon Dad, just tell us what you weigh.”

My father looked over his shoulder at me and smirked, “Nope. You and Ted will just have to wait for the BIG reveal a the contest.” I rolled my eyes and groaned. A few seconds later the scale had calculated his bodyfat. Dad didn't hide that from us. “Dang, Son! I'm almost as skinny as you! I'm down to 7.5% bodyfat, no wonder I've been looking so shredded!” Dad reached down and pinched his skin. He pulled a a thin fold from his waist to demonstrate his new leanness. It certainly was impressive, especially on his massive frame. The combination of the new diet, the additional cardio and his self imposed sexual repressions had led him to shed at over two percentage points of bodyfat in the last week or so. Dad then reached over to me and pinched an even thinner fold of my own skin. “Damn, Son. You are ripped, stud!”

After we left the doc's office Ted had us follow him downtown. He parked on one the side streets in front of a row of small shops in old brick buildings. We parked behind and climbed out of my Dad's pickup. Since it was Saturday there were plenty of people out shopping and and running errands so many people got a glimpse of the new giant man that inhabited our small city. I saw several shocked and awed faces from men and women alike as they gazed upon this towering, handsome pillar of raw male power.

 

We followed Ted into a fabric shop named “The Stitch Witch.” We entered the store and small bell jingled above our heads. Well, above Ted and I's heads, anyway. A moment later a small grandmotherly woman with gray curly hair sauntered out from the back room.

Ted spread his arms wide as he saw her and excitedly proclaimed, “Rose! It's so good to see you!” He reached down and gave he a quick hug and peck on her cheek.

The older woman smiled brightly back. “Teddy, young man! I haven't seen you in ages. It's been what, almost a year since you last were here. You haven't been cheating on me with another seamstress have you?”

Ted laughed, “No, Rose. You know I wouldn't dare cheat on you. You would never let me live it down if I did.”

“You're damn, right I wouldn't, Sonny. Well I'm sure you didn't come here to stare at my chest so what can I do for you?” Dad and I laughed at the old woman's sudden crudeness.

“Rose, I've a couple new clients for you. I've been training these two guys for a competition in two weeks and they need some posing suits.” Ted introduced us to Rose. When Ted was growing up Rose was his next door neighbor. Rose shook my hand then my Dad's. Rose was a small woman, only about 5 ft 2 in, and the top of her head was at my Dad's abs.

“My goodness you are a big fella!” Rose exclaimed as she greeted my father.

“Pleasure to meet you ma'am,” my father greeted.

“Yes, he is Rose. I have a feeling he's going to present a new challenge for you,” Ted said. Rose led us to the back room and whipped out a measuring tape. She had us strip to our underwear and began measuring our waist, hips and our legs. My waist was down to 28.5 inches and my leg were up to 26 inches! Damn, my own legs were nearly as big as my waist! Dad's waist had crept down to 34 inches and his redwood trunks legs were up to 38 inches! Holy shit, my Dad's thighs were huge, bigger than his waist! With his enormous thighs and chest, his 34 inches waist looked amazingly tiny proportionally.

 

“Ok young men,” Rose began. “Now comes the awkward part. I need to you slip down your jockeys so I can see what I'm working with. I promise its nothing I haven't seen before so don't get all weird on me.”

 

Ted chuckled, “Oh I don't know about that, Rose.”

 

I went first and slipped down my underwear so Rose could see my junk. She didn't make any sort of reaction and professionally jotted down some notes on a sketchpad that also had my measurements. “Thank you Jed. Ok Mr. Graves, your turn.”

 

My Dad turned to the old woman and also slipped down his shorts. This time she couldn't contain her surprise. “Oh my goodness gracious! You certainly are a big man everywhere aren't you!” She laughed as she began scribbling down some notes on my Dad's designated sketchpad. “My, my, my. I haven't seen one that big since the early 1980's...” We all laughed at this. “I met a man from Toledo during one summer and he was just...oh my, I'm sorry boys, I'm sure you don't want to hear about it...”

 

Ted jumped in and joked, “Now, Rose, we don't need to hear about your many escapes from decades past...”

Rose quickly cut him off and shot him back down, “Teddy, I don't need to hear you implying that I was some sort of whore. I had my fun, yes. But I don't need your sass, especially after the MANY young girls you snuck into you house through our backyard when you were in high school. I don't know how your parents never did catch you with one of them floozies...” Dad and I burst out laughing. We liked Rose. “It's true, Teddy was basically his high school's bicycle, every girl took a ride.”

After we settled down Rose continued to take some notes. “I see what you mean by a new challenge, Teddy. It's going to take some creative fitting to keep Mr. Graves here presentable. Hmm. Mr. Graves, this is going to be extra awkward but would you mind measuring your length and reading me the number. Dad took the tape and ran it along his soft hanging appendage. The result was 8-3/4 inches! My father's SOFT cock was bigger than most porn stars! “Rose shook her head as she recorded the number. My goodness, if I were 30 years younger I would have loved to meet you...”

“HAHA, ROSE!” Ted shouted, breaking her from her trance.

“Sorry, young man.” Ok well I've got what I need. I should be able to put together a couple of suits by tomorrow afternoon. Stop back in and we we'll try them on. Oh, what color were you gentlemen thinking?”

Dad and I looked at each other. I shrugged. “How about black, for the both of us.”

Rose shook her head and took note. “Ah, the classic look. Very good, you two will look stunning in black. We'll see you tomorrow, young men.”

As we walked back to car we chuckled at our encounter. “Well, guys that's Rose. I love that 'ole bitty. She looks like a typical grandma but she has the dirty mind of sailor. One of the many reasons I love her. Plus, she is the best seamstress I know. I have no doubt she'll even be able to come up with a suit that will hold your, ahem, assets, Chad.”

 

“For Dad, she'll probably have to start with a bedsheet, “ I joked. Dad just smirked and shrugged his massive shoulders.

 

“I can't help it that I'm blessed,” he said.

 

-

 

Dad and I enjoyed a nice relaxing night in that Saturday. We watched the new superhero team movie that came out. I couldn't help but notice that Dad was FAR more handsome and muscular than the any of the male superheroes on screen. Whenever one of the female superheroes came on screen Dad again couldn't resist the urge to fondle himself. Once again I was treated to the site of him subconsciously rubbing and caressing what looked like half of a baseball bat through his baggy 4XL basketball shorts.

 

At one point I called him on it. “Dad, you are seriously going to have to take care of that! I don't need to see you groping yourself all the time.”

 

He laughed and looked over at me from the movie, “Sorry, Squirt. I think you're right, too. This big thing here is becoming a bit of a nuisance, it's getting hard to think straight. Even today in the sewing shop it took all I had to keep this thing down even with that funny old lady right in front of me. I've even been having some wet dreams the last couple of nights.”

 

“Gross! Yeah, blue balls can be the worst. Or in your case, blue softballs...”

 

“HAHA! Yeah, that's true. EVERYTHING on me is big, isn't it. I'm curious to see how I'm going to fit all this into a poser. We'll see what Rose comes up with.” We continued to watch the movie and my father continued to fondle himself. About halfway though the movie there was one of those gratuitous scenes where two of the hot female superheroes had swam to a remote island where the main villain was hanging out. As they stripped off to their swimming suits on screen I heard a deep, low groan and looked over to the other end of the couch see Dad sweating and double palming himself. As he watched the supple women on screen his breathing increased and his skin was fully flushed. Never taking notice of me he was now visibly reaching into his shorts to jack his monster cock.

 

As I watched the shocking display I saw his entire body go into a drawn out shudder. I could see him trembling all over with sexual energy and frustration. He let his head fall backward, closed his eyes and groaned again, not caring that I was only feet away. Again his entire body trembled like he just come inside from a blizzard. As he trembled, I couldn't be sure, but it looked like he was...expanding?!? I wasn't positive, but it looked like with each tremble that he got almost imperceptibly wider and thicker. Perhaps it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but his already pumped bod was looking even bigger, like he had just finished a grueling full body workout!

He groaned again and decided he was past the point of no return. He yanked down his shorts and freed the massive cut schlong that looked more suited for a donkey than a human. He finally acknowledged my presence, “I'm sorry Son, I can't take it any longer...” He grabbed the remote control and paused the movie with the two swim suited, busty ladies frozen on the screen. Dad leaned back on the couch and I watched as he slowly massaged the enormous tube of flesh connected to this groin. He used his huge left hand to slide up and down the shaft. Even with his huge hand he couldn't fully close his fingers around it! While that occurred he used his right hand to massage the head. With his right hand he was making a twisting a motion almost like he was trying to unscrew the worlds biggest soda bottle cap. If I weren't watching a live pornographic display right in front of me I wouldv'e been impressed with his ability to do two different motions with his hands at once.

My father was now sweating bullets as he beat himself off. He would run his fingers up the and down the purple veins snaking up and down the shaft. He continued to shudder, groan and tremble and I swear his muscles were pumping up and growing as he continued. Finally after a few minutes he could take now more. He stood up and started double-fisting his throbbing tube steak, which had to be well over a foot long now in its fully engorged state. As he neared completion my father realized this was going to a messy situation. He reached up and TORE off his massive 5XL baggy t-shirt, exposing his newly pumped, sweaty, hairy, herculean upper body. I could smell the manly sweat and pheromones saturating the air of our living room.

As he stood he arched his back, tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, which which was now only a couple of feet away due his towering human height. All his pumped muscles clenched and I swear his bodyfat suddenly dropped by a couple of percentage points. Dad bellowed “RRRAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH!!” I saw his basketball sized ass muscles clench and he thrust forward unleashing the first firehose volley of superhuman cum. It launched forward and splattered right onto the middle of the TV screen, covering the frozen face of the sexy blond woman on the screen. As he finished the first volley it left a trail from TV across the carpet and back to where he stood. He yelled again and the second stream, just as heavy as the first, erupted forth. Dad was howling so loud I was worried someone would call the cops on us.

After the second volley Dad grabbed the ripped shirt and used it catch as much of the third, fourth, fifth sixth,... HOLY SHIT! I know he had been holding back but how much semen can one man produce! Dad continued to clench and thrust repeatedly, contorting his face in abject pleasure. Finally, after a what seemed like many minutes, my father's orgasm to end all orgasms was complete.

 

I stared at him wide-eyed at what I had just witnessed. As Dad's breathing slowed down he started to smile and deeply chuckle. I swear I could FEEL his chuckles in my own chest due to the extremely low frequency. He looked at me and smirked as I saw his pecs heaving slowly up and down as his breathing came back to normal. “Damn, boy. That's sure was something...” He looked down at the completely ruined, sopping balled up shirt in his right hand. It looked like a towel that had been dropped in a swimming pool, only it was white with semen instead of dark from water. “I'm gonna go drop this in the shower and grab a towel to clean this up. Sorry you had to see that, Sport. I guess I had reached my limit, haha.” Dad brushed past me, slicking my left arm with his sweat. I watched as his semi-hard bull cock bobbed in front of him, still looking to be at least 10 inches long. It was still dripping as well. In fact as he brushed past me, I felt some wetness on my bare feet. He had unknowingly dripped some of his essence on my left foot.

 

Dad came back with one towel around his waist and one in hand. I then took a good look at him, he was clearly just slightly bigger and more muscular than before his little escapade. It looked like he had packed on maybe another 7 to 10 pounds of muscle. Or maybe he somehow suddenly burned off some bodyfat. Whatever it was, he looked just a little more muscular than he was before the movie started. I couldn't tell if he was taller, but I suspected it was very likely.

My father began wiping up the TV screen and the carpet in front of him. I went to the kitchen and brought over some wetted paper towels. I still hadn't said anything and seemed to be in shock. Dad noticed my silence. “Hey buddy, I'm sorry you had to see that. It must've felt pretty awkward to see you're old man beat off like that. I'm really am sorry. Apparently my body had decided it had had enough and needed release.”

 

“No Dad, it's Ok. I could tell that you seemed to be somewhere else while it was going on. Plus, you are so damn huge and manly that I can help but watch. The whole show was pretty impressive...”

Dad smiled handsomely. He always loved to impress me, even it were in the most awkward way possible. “Thanks, Son. To tell you the truth, I shot WAY more than I expected. That poor shirt in the bathtub is completely ruined. Haha, there's probably ½ gallon of my juice soaked up in that shirt!”

I added, “Yeah, maybe, plus another ½ gallon out here. You better not have ruined the TV screen, Dad.”

“Yeah, Son, I hope I didn't either.” Dad and I continued to clean up his mess. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed it around the room in an effort to get rid of the musky sex smell. Dad put the towel in the washing machine. As he walked back toward the bathroom he stepped and looked down at his feet. Apparently he had missed small puddle of his juice on the floor. He whipped off the towel that was around his waist and soaked it up exposing himself once again to me.

He caught me staring again and gave me a smug grin. He then put one fist on his side and flexed the other arm to give me a classic one-arm pose in the nude. “Damn, I feel pumped as hell!”

“You are pumped as hell, Dad. I swear you look bigger than just a few minutes ago...”

“HAHA! I wish, Son. We both know that's impossible, though right?” as he finished this thought he gave me a sly wink. He switched arms and flexed the other arm this time, watching the ball of muscle erupt upwards. I still swear the peak reached even further up toward his balled fist than before.

 

Dad added, “I guess I'm going to have to reset my growth spurt clock now. I may not get any of those growth spurts in the next few days, so that sucks. Oh well.” Dad dropped his arm and looked down at his cock. “The good thing about this, though, “ he started, “Is that now I should be able to keep my huge cock and balls under control tomorrow when we try on our new posing suits. I would probably give Rose a heart attack if I got a stiffy in front of her!” With that Dad stomped off to the bathroom to clean up.

 

While tonight certainly helped, tomorrow we would see if Dad's junk could actually be contained.

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There ya go!  Again, sorry for the delay.  This chapter wasn't my favorite so hopefully I make up for it in the next one. 

 

[kramberry]

The last part of this chapter was ridiculous hot, bravo! I'm excited to see what you have in store for us next.

[xboy]

Another awesome chapter! love the huge Dad attitude and how he simply look a great Alpha man!

[Esshar]

Me thinks that Chad's cum has special growth properties, The line about some of it landing on Jed's foot leads me to that conclusion.  Hope it's the case. Also the fact Chad is growing just from orgasming alone is pretty hot.

p.s.

Please, Chad (and Jed) need to expand the Graves family with some sons and grandsons. it is such a shame that two perfect alpha men have not an added more of their genes to the pool.

[Kymuscleboy]

That was one of the best, hottest JO scenes ever written! It made it even hotter that Jed was there to witness his ultimate Alpha dad get his rocks off. The fact that Chad apparently grew again during the orgasm, I'll agree with the other commenters, was just fantastic. We definitely need to see some more measurements from him. I guess we'll be kept in suspense, along with Ted and Jed, about Chad's actual weight until the contest weigh in, but I'd like to see if he grew more in height and maybe see just how big those massive guns are. It sounds like they are getting into world record category (maybe already are). Also, maybe Chad's super-powered cum will affect Jed, or maybe it will be his own holding out, but I am in the camp who hopes he gets his own growth spurt. Not to equal his dad's of course, but something to fundamentally change who he is, like propelling him well into the next weight class or something.

In contrast to the hotness of the evening scene, the scene in Rose's shop literally had me laughing out loud! Although it was pretty hot when Chad had to give her his measurements. I love the character of Rose.  I've known some of those saucy, older women, and they are some of the funniest, best people to talk to in the world.

Waiting two whole weeks for a new chapter was almost murder, but it was well worth it! As always, I'm looking forward to more!

[Ro20316]

Jed is intimitated by his dad but at teh same time he is so proud of  him. 

That JO session was intense and im sure Jed went to ebat off himself after that.

Im gonna admit that im patienly waiting for Jed, Chad, Ted to hook up if it will ever happen lol

[Muscleboy81]

Jed is gona blow his dad to try and get bigger