Guest Posted April 15, 2017 Share Posted April 15, 2017 Here's hoping Jed will have his own EPIC growth-spurt/JO moment! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted April 16, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 16, 2017 CHAPTER FIFTEEN: SUIT UP That night I had trouble going to sleep after what I had seen. I had literally just watched my own father jack off and cum with a ferocity that surely could be matched by no human man. It was the ultimate display of masculine sexuality and it left me conflicted. On one hand it was one of the most impressive things I have ever seen. On the other hand I couldn't help but feel smaller and smaller in the presence of my father, which was a complete juxtoposition to my actual physical development as I was actually the biggest I've ever been. I had to continually stop and remind myself that I was a man. A big, studly, handsome man. But when you live with one of the most developed men on the planet I was realizing that your mind can play tricks on you. While most men grow up to to surpass their fathers height, that thought never seemed further from possible than it did right now. It would be easy for me to hate my father, to seethe with jealousy. And yet, I couldn't help but feel extremely proud. I know I'm biased, but my Dad was truly one of the greatest men on the planet. He was kind, protective, honest, sincere, hardworking. All the qualities that make a great man. Combine that with the fact that he gave up so much to give me a comfortable life. It dawned on me that I was extremely happy for my father and to my own surprise I realized that I actually WANTED to see him get bigger, even if that meant I would never catch him. Although, I also decided then and there I would give it my all to catch him, not only to grow myself but to push him to his absolute limits. I drifted to sleep with a sense of calm and dreaming of what the upcoming days would entail. The next morning I woke up feeling radiant and well rested. Dad had awoken before me up and was making a hearty plate of eggs for himself in just his WEM underwear, which were looking exceptionally tight once again. He was going to have to order another size up very soon to fit them over his massive ass and legs. I walked in the kitchen and raised my arms up in a big stretch. “AAHHHHHHHhhhh... Mornin' Pops!” I stated cheerfully. At first my Dad gave me a bit of a side eye. I wasn't known for being a morning person. “Well, good morning to you, Champ! You seem to be in a chipper mood today.” He reached over and ruffled my already matted hair affectionately. “I am. I have a good feeling about the next few days leading up to our competition. You and I are going to crush it, big papa bear!” Dad chuckled. “Big Papa Bear? That's a new one. I think it suits me though, don't you? Well, at least until I shave down anyway.” I chuckled back and agreed. Dad sat down at the table with his two plates of eggs and healthy breads and I went over the stove and began making my own plate of eggs. I decided to add three more egg whites than usual as part of a sly plan I had come up with. Once my eggs were cooked I joined my father at the table and began eating. As we sat there I asked him how many egg whits he cooked up. He replied that he had prepared 16 egg whites and three yolks. I smirked back at him and put my plan into action. “Is that all, big guy? I heard Dallas Winters eats 16 egg whites each day, I thought you were bigger than him...” Dad suddenly stopped eating, grinned and stared back at me. He knew what I was doing but also knew he was powerless to resist. Dad's competitive nature would prevail in this situation. Even if he knew I was bullshitting him, he couldn't let me or Dallas win this situation. I grew up knowing that the ultimate way to get Dad to do something is to tell him he can't do it or make it a challenge. “Does he now?” Dad asked. “Well then I guess I'll have to eat 18 eggs, huh. Then we'll see who's the biggest on stage once and for all!” “Well, you're in luck pops, I cooked a few extra eggs. Here I'll give you some.” I held up my plate and scraped another two to three eggs onto his plate which he gobbled up no problem. As he took his last bite he winked and me. This was going to be fun. Early that afternoon Ted pulled up into our driveway and honked his horn, his traditional way of signaling his arrival. We loaded up in the cab, Dad's knees shoved up toward his chest due to his imposing size, and headed downtown to the thread shop. We arrived as Rose was helping another old woman pick out some fabrics. Once she had checked out her client she led us all to the backroom where there were two, shiny black posing trunks on the large wooden table. “Ok fella's here they are.” She handed me the smaller one and instructed me to head into the nearby cubicle and put it on. “Right here, right now!?” I said and Rose laughed. “Of course, young man. Did you forget I saw your tallywhacker yesterday? No need to be shy. We need to make sure it fits.” I headed into the cubicle, closed the curtain and undressed. It took me a second to untangle the posing strap and figure out which side was the front. It looked so small, I was starting to get some anxiety thinking about standing up on a stage in front of so many people clad in such a small garment. I held the posing suit low the floor and stepped into the straps. I slid it up until the fabric could go no further against my taint. I reached down and inside the suit to cup and adjust my junk to make it fit comfortably. It felt like wearing one my football jockstraps from high school, only with the ass filled in. After a couple of minutes Rose grew impatient. “Are you playing with yourself in there? C'mon out young man so we can take a look.” I was still feeling very timid, even though I knew it was just Rose, Ted and my father out there in the back room. I took a breath and slid back the curtain, exposing myself. The three of them looked at me. Ted and my father's face were both blank as they stared. Rose had a finger on her mouth in a look of contemplation. After a few awkard moments Ted broke the silence with some clapping. “Wow, Jed. You look...fantastic! Rose, you still got it. The trunks fit the kid perfectly.” I looked at Dad, he still was blank. “Is it alright Dad?” He looked me in the eyes and it almost looked like he was tearing up. He composed himself and gave me a bright smile and stepped over and clapped his huge hand on my shoulder. “Wow, Son. You look amazing. You look so, powerful and strong. I've never felt so proud, of you buddy. I've never seen a 19 year-old look at buff as you do. I wished I looked like that at your age!” The comment struck me as entertainingly ironic, considering that I wished I could look like him at his current age! Rose directed me over to a bank of three angled mirrors. When I saw myself I could see why everyone was silent. I could see it. Since I was young and relatively hairless, I looked like a true bodybuilder! I could hardly believe that the studly, muscled young guy in the mirror was me. Due to our posing practices I was used to posing in gym shorts or my underwear, but the posing strap really seemed to bring it all together, exposing my ripped legs. And the pouched cupped my cock and balls perfectly and was comfortable. In fact, it felt like they were being cradled in soft satin. And, if anything, Rose's sewing talents made the suit so it amplified my manhood just a bit. I turned to the side to check out my ass. Rose was by my side the whole time. She reached down and stretched the fabric over my ass, giving me a shock as her cold fingers brushed my ass. Rose chuckled at my reaction. “Sorry young man. I promise I'm not trying to cop a feel. Although I certainly wouldn't mind...” Ted guffawed. “Rose, stop! You'll scare the poor young guy.” Rose stretched out the fabric and stood back, appraising her work. “Well, I don't think we need to make any alterations. Does it feel all right, Jed?” “Yes ma'am. In fact it feels really good, I didn't expect that,” I replied. “Good to year. Ok. I'll make a two more so you have a one for your different shows and for practice. Feel free to take that one. Ok Mr. Graves, your turn.” Rose handed my father the bigger thong. When she picked it up and I saw it dangling, it looked MUCH bigger. “We'll see how this goes. This was the biggest man bikini I've ever made, so you've even got me curious as to how this will fit,” she cackled. Ted joked, “I'm sure it's perfect, Rose. You've seen a lot of male genitalia so I have no doubt in your abilities!” Rose raised her eyebrows and shot daggers at Ted as Dad and I suppressed snickers. She struck back, “Well that may be true young man. I certainly did NOT have sew in nearly as much *FILLER* fabric into Jed's and Chad's posers and I had to YOURS! They fill theirs out just fine.” BURN!! Both Dad and I reared our head back in laughter. Even Ted had to laugh and just shrugged his own meaty shoulders as he acknowledged the slick comeback. “You got me, Rose. You got me.” Rose grinned, “That will make you think twice about challenging me on sass, young man.” Dad turned and stepped into the cubicle and began undressing. He was so tall that we could see the top half of his head above the curtain. Unlike me he didn't spend a lot of time in the small room. He quickly whipped off the tentlike sleeveless shirt he was wearing. Dad had long ago given up the visage of humility when it came to his body. He had no fear of who saw him and in what state of dress, or undress. And who could blame him? I don't think there is a man on earth who wouldn't trade all they had to have his ruggedly handsome face, his chiseled jawline, his ever present 5 o'clock shadow, his naturally olive complexion, his ultra superior height and, oh yeah, who could forget his titanic, powerful frame overstuffed with rock hard muscle. After a quick strip down he bent over and hid from view briefly, presumably as he pulled up with own posing thong. He quickly slid back the curtain and ducked under the bar and stood in front of the three of us, looking down at us, proud as a fucking peacock. We all remained silent as we took ALL of him in. He had his feet situated a bit wider than shoulders. No doubt not just to support his uberweight frame, but because his thighs and crotch meat was so large he physically needed the extra space to remain comfortable. As I looked up from his feet, his enormous calves were evident even from the front. As you approach his knees his legs suddenly widen from all the built up mass of his quadriceps and hamstrings. His kneecap nearly being engulfed by the overdeveloped vastus medialus, the 'tear drop' muscle, as Ted referred to it. His legs were still covered in a thin layer of fine dark hair. Ted had mentioned he would need to start shaving very soon to get used to the inevitable itchiness that would strike him post shave. Finally my eyes reached the coup-de-grace of his masculinity. An almost comically huge mound of dark shiny fabric protruded from his crotch, the sides of the fabric encroaching on and even hiding a bit of the enormous high muscles. And yet, it wasn't obscene at all! Rose truly was a master with the needle and thread. He was perfectly presentable, you couldn't make out a definite indication of the rolled up tube of flesh or the outline of his plum sized dickhead through the fabric. Most people at first glance would probably think he was wearing an oversized cup for a jockstrap. But when you look again it would dawn on you that this man is just so MASSIVE in nearly every way and that the suit Rose had some up with was the only possible way to keep things PG-13. Traveling upward my eyes passed my Dads huge balled fists resting on his waist. I passed row by row of bricklike ab muscles, also covered in a consistent layer of fine dark fuzzy hair. Continuing upward even from a few feet away you felt like you had to step back to get up and over the heaving shelf of his pectorals, which were large enough that his nipples nearly pointed strait down. Of course, since my father was almost a foot taller than us, we could still see them from our shorter positions. I passed his bull like neck and reached his face. He was staring at me straight in the eyes with a smug grin. Finally Ted broke the silence. “Holy crap, big guy! I knew you were looking better and better but this is crazy!” I opted not to tell Ted about Dad's possible growth spurt during his jack off session last night. “When did you get so damn ripped! Even if you were my height you look like you could be a national-level competitor, man!” Dad continued to smile taking in the praise. He thumped past us to the mirrors and we followed along. He stood in the mirror and twisted his body back and forth to get a good look. I still couldn't get over that posing suit. How it bulged so far outward and downward and still accentuated his assets without looking he was obnoxious flaunting it. He turned and performed a chest pose in the mirror. Holy cow! On him it the pose could be renamed a “side chest and cock pose”. Even with his enormous legs shoved up against each other the black pouch pushed well out past the edge of his legs in the mirror. He turned and we could see his ass. His giant glute muscles were swallowing up the backside of the posers, revealing much of his lightly feathered glutes. “Geez, big guy. You are even getting striated glutes! That is some pro-level achievement right there,” Ted gushed. Finally Rose was able to speak up. “So how does it feel Mr. Graves. Are you comfortable? Is everything...um...supported?” Dad turned to face Rose who was at eye level with his brick-like abs, and spoke “Uh, yeah in general it's ok. Actually, if anything, it's a bit...small.” I huffed in surprise. SMALL!?!? He was wearing possibly the biggest thong on the planet and he was complaining that it was too small!? Rose walked around him examining the suit. “Yes, I see. Especially in the rear. I didn't account for you having such a large booty, young man.” Dad laughed and gave it a quick shake, “Yeah I have some junk in the trunk.” Gawd, what a ham. “Also, the pouch feels a bit, tight and constraining.” “Well, young man that's sort of the point,” Rose began as she turned to face him. It was an odd site, to see an old woman who's face was just above eye level to one of the largest crotches in the world giving it a visual examination. She spied the suit and even reached out and felt the straps at the side. “Hmm, I see what you mean though. I think I will have to beef up the waist band to be to, well, hold you up better. And I will make the pouch a bit roomier too. That should help.” “Thanks, Rose! He Jed, my boy, come over here.” I hesitated before stepping over beside my father, both of us still clad in our posing suits. He threw one arm behind my neck and over my shoulder and faced us both to look in the mirror. Side by side it was astonishing how much bigger Dad was than I. My left shoulder was jammed into his right armpit and my face was level with his shoulder. We shared the same body type and facial structure. With his incredibly youthful visage he really could pass for my older brother. My much bigger, stronger holder brother. Dad look like someone aimed a growth ray at me and enlarged me nearly a foot in height. Then on top of that proportionally increased the musculature greatly too. Same could be said when comparing the bulge at our crotches as well. It looked like you could fit three of my pouches in his. “Damn, look at us, Son. Two of the studliest guys in the world. There may not be a bigger or better father-son duo out there, champ!” I knew he was likely right, but I also knew that he was carrying most of the weight of our duo. That is was true because of his size, not mine. The only other difference was Dad's lightly fur-covered body compared to my mostly hairless one. Another sign of his ultimate masculinity and pure unabashed pulchritude. “Let's see that big 'ole bicep of your son,” he requested as we continue to stare at ourselves in the mirror. I somewhat reluctantly flexed my right arm. A large, defined bulge grew from my arm. Ignoring the man next to me it was impressive site. My friends had been constantly complimenting me on my newly muscular build whenever I hung out with them over the summer. Even though I was a fairly modest guy and never wore clothes that were purposely tight, my build had reached a point where it was evident even when wearing baggy clothes. “Dude, you're looking jacked!” “Damn man, what are those lumps under that shirt?” “Have you been living in the weight room this summer?” These were some of the things I had heard. Each time I would redirect their attention instead of basking in it, but it was nice to know I was being noticed. I snapped back to the reality of looking at my own nicely bulging arm. I heard by voice deep voice rumble beside me, “Real nice, Sport. Look at that peak. Can't say there are many guys you age with arms like that. Makes me real proud, Jed.” Dad reached his giant hand over and patted the top of my biceps. His big mit could cover the entire top half of my flexed arm. Dad then added, “...and of course, no man has arms like THIS!” Dad took his arm off my shoulder and flexed his own godly biceps right behind my own. Once again the comparison was almost laughable. Even though my arms were top notch his were so far beyond mine it was becoming hard to think up adjectives. His planetary arm muscles completely overshadowed my own. He probably had more mass in his arms than one of my legs! I was curious to how huge his arms were now. I resolved that we should measure when we go home. We broke from our mirror inspection and Rose made some more notes on Dad's file. She let him know that she would makes some adjustments and that we could pick up the new trunks tomorrow evening. Dad and I retreated to the cubicle and changed back into our clothes. Ted took us home where we ate and then rested before our Sunday afternoon leg workout. A couple of hours later we met up Ted at Urbanflex and blasted our lower halves. We were no longer squatting for power. Our workouts were now about pumping the most weight for the most reps to force as much blood into the muscles as possible. However, Dad was now squatting for many reps what he was doing a few weeks ago when maxing out. Ted had warned us that our strength might level out or even taper off, but my father's strength still seemed to be slowly climbing, even though we were eating less carbs and doing more cardio. It's like his body had become a sleek machine and it's only function was to grow muscle and bone. Now that I had come to terms with my growing father I was happy to get in his face and mentally push him along like Ted was. Instead of Ted just screaming at him I was joining in the fun thinking of things to say to spur him on. Even though Dad's intensity was astonishing, I had been noticing lately that he had been letting off just slightly. The normal person, or even Ted, would likely not have thought this, but I knew my father and I could tell. It was perfectly reasonable, being as huge and powerful as he was, to feel sated and content with what he had achieved, but I resolved to not let him get away with that attitude. He was Chad Graves, the man I had never known to back down from any challenge, so I wasn't going to let him coast along to our show. “C'MON POPS, PICK UP THAT WEIGHT. DALLAS WINTERS TRAINS WITH TWICE AS MUCH INTENSITY. YOU GONNA LET HIM BEAT YOU?,” I screamed as Dad worked on some straight leg deadlifts. Before he began his last set Dad turned his head to me and gave me a wicked grin. I knew with my extra push he wouldn't let me down. He then proceeded to blast out a set, doing nearly twice as many reps as he had planned. He screamed in furious excruciation as he hefted the weight up and down. He set the weight down and took a minute to collect his breath, streams of sweating beading down his face. “Where'd all this extra energy come from, Son? You're usually such a intensely quite dude, even here in the gym?” I stared UP at my giant flesh-and-blood and glared at him intensely. “I've just noticed that you seem to be slacking off lately. I know you, Dad. I know you can do more. I know you can lift more, and I think lately you've settled a bit in your effort. I think that big musclebound frame of yours has gone to your head. You hide it well, but I know you too well, you big lug. You've always taught me to never do anything half-assed, and I'm going to make sure you don't.” Dad cocked his eyebrow and stared back down at me straight in the eyes. His mouth slowly curled into a grin and he acknowledged, “You're right, Champ. You caught me. I think I can do more too. I don't even think I realized that was coming complacent. I'll do whatever I can to push myself for you, little buddy. I wouldn't want to let my drill sargent Son down.” I growled in response, “Damn, right big man. You're ass is mine!” We both laughed as Dad saluted me and gave me booming “YES SIR” that echoed throughout the gym, and possibly the block. And so we continued what became a pre-contest leg workout from hell. I made sure Dad put every bit of effort he could into every single rep. Conversely, he had picked up his intensity in spurring me on as well. There was so much screaming between Ted, Dad, and myself that I was worried we would be horse the next day. The second to last exercise we did was the leg extensions. Dad sat in the apparatus, adjusting to its largest size. Even then he seemed squeezed into the machine. If he gained anymore height it was possible he would no longer be able to use the device. We had the entire stack loaded up, along with another 45 lb pinned to the stack. Dad proceeded to perform rep after rep. From the other exercises his legs had completed filled the XXXL basketball shorts he was wearing with a muscle expanding pump. We could see the fibrous muscle of his upper legs flex into bold relief as he extended his feet straight out. After 30 reps he was going strong. Afraid that he again wasn't giving his all, I suddenly reached and pushed on this feet as well. Dad noticed and glared at me as he felt the extra resistance. I saw a smug grin creep on his face and resumed the exercise, more slowly, but he began to grit his teeth and I knew the resistance was now where it should be. “WHAT'S THE MATTER POPS? IS MY EXTRA WEIGHT TOO MUCH FOR YOU? I BET DALLAS WINTERS LEGS ARE GONNA DWARF THOSE LITTLE CHICKEN LEGS OF YOURS IF YOU DON'T START WORKING THEM LIKE A MAN!” I egged him on. He picked up the pace. I leaned further down on his shins putting more of my body weight into the exercise. Dad continued. It looked like his shorts were now creeping upward as the muscles of his legs pumped bigger and bigger. His face was in a painful grit as he continued, now at well over 50 reps. “FUCK NO SON. WON'T LET WINTERS WIN. GONNA MAKE THESE WHEELS SO FUCKIN' BIG LITTLE DALLAS COULD HIDE BEHIND THEM...” Dad was continuing, in fact it almost seemed like the weight was getting easier for him! Did this otherworldly man have any limits?!? Finally, I adjusted myself upward and put my own feet on the pad of machine. I was curled up into a ball on top of my Dad's shins. My ENTIRE weight was now off the ground and on his lower legs. “DO IT DAD! SHOW ME YOUR POWER!” Dad now screamed bloody murder and continued the exercise, although much slower. He raised my entire body weight, plus the machine's weight stack, plus an additional 25 lbs. I was almost worried we were going to break the machine. I slowly felt myself being raised and lowered, my father bellowing a deep blood curdling roar with each rep. I yelled back to keep him going. Finally after 12 reps at this weight he let me drop. He rolled off the seat and fell to the floor in agony. He covered his hands to his face and rolled onto his back, straightening and extending his LONG legs to relieve the pain of the pump. As he did this motion Ted and I heard another familiar tear. Dad's hyper-pumped quadriceps had torn a slit in his shorts. Another pair of clothing destroyed by my father's muscles. As Dad came to after groaning for what seemed like two minutes he removed his hands from his eyes. His eyes were red from the tears of pain. I stood proudly over him and glared down. “Nice work, Pops! That's how I want you to feel after EVERY exercise, big man.” Dad smiled back up at me proudly. He rolled onto his knees and gingerly rose to his full height. He had to grab onto the nearby machines to help himself us, his legs still wobbly. Ted instructed him to walk around to keep the engorged muscles loose. Dad waddled around the gym and came to back to return the mental favor as I completed my set, with a still impressive, but MUCH less amount of weight. I too fell to the floor in agony. As I came too Dad reached down his titanic arm, took my hand and easily pulled me to my feet. My legs also just about gave out and I reached out my hands to grab him, one on his forearm and the other against his solid abdominals, to steady myself until the feeling returned to my legs. It was probably the most intense workout that my Dad and I had shared, which floored Ted since we were so close to the competition, now just under two weeks away. After our workout we rode exercise bikes for 15 minutes to keep our legs muscles from cramping up. Two hours later, if you could believe, we were back at the high school tracking getting in our cardio. It was a long, but very satisfying day. Now that I had come out of my shell a bit at the gym I felt that my Dad and I shared an even stronger bond. We relaxed on the couch that night and watched some TV in just our basketball shorts. Dad was wearing the largest pair he had and they were fashionably tight. He would have to make another clothes investment soon. At one point my father got up to get some water. Well, he tried to anyway. As he started to raise from the couch he growled in sudden pain and dropped to his knees. I was instantly worried so I tried to get up to check him out too. Only I experience the same thing! My legs gave out and I dropped to the ground, catching myself. Our legs had been so blasted today that they were not cooperating. Dad and I grimaced and caught each others eyes. We started laughing at the amusing situation. Dad shook out his legs and painfully rose to his mighty height. He then reached down and grabbed my should and easily rose me up and set me on my feet as if I weighed no more than 50 lbs. “Damn, we really killed our legs, today, huh.” “Yeah Dad. We'll just have to keep walking around and stretching them out.” We hobbled to the kitchen to chug down some water. We also decided to eat and extra banana to help keep from cramping. As Dad stood in the kitchen and swung his legs around I couldn't help but comment on them. “Geez, Pops. You tree trunks legs still look as pumped as they were at the gym. Those shorts aren't going to last long.” “You may be right, Son. They are really tight. Wanna see how big they are?” “Yeah, Pops, I've been wondering all day who big those wheels are since I saw you in your poser earlier today.” “Well Son, it has been a while since you and I took stats. Grab the tape measure and book and let's see where we are.” I grabbed the tape measure as I heard my Dad slip down his basketball shorts. I turned to see him standing there in some ratty WEM underwear. The underwear almost looked more like a pair of briefs or a Speedo with rough threads hanging asunder. “What happened to your underwear, Dad?” “Oh, yeah they look pretty bad, huh. I had to take some scissors and make some alterations. The legs were way to small so I mostly cut them away. They were starting to dig into my groin.” “Cripes Dad. You are outgrowing underwear that is meant to fit overgrown men like yourself.” He grinned and chuckled. “Yeah I know. I may just have to forego underwear soon I if I keep getting bigger. Give me the tape measure, Sport, let's see how big 'a boy you are.” I handed him the tape and stripped off my shorts to normal, human sized XL boxer briefs. As extra practice, he had me run through my mandatory poses as he took my measurements and recorded them in our progress notebook: Sunday, July 16: Jed Graves Chest: 49.5 inches Arms: 19 inches Waist: 28.5 inches Thighs: 26.5 inches Calves, 19 inches “Wow, Son. You put an entire inch-and-a-half your legs big guy! And your arms and your calves match. Just perfect proportions. Just studly as hell, my little man!” I beamed with pride. I knew my legs were always strong and they seemed to be growing more and more than the rest of me. No wonder my jeans all felt so tight. Good thing it was summer and so I could get away with wearing baggy shorts most of the time. “Thanks Dad! Alright Dad, your turn. Geez, I hope this tape is long enough for you, haha!” Like me I had him perform his mandatory poses as I took his measurements. I purposefully didn't tell him the results as he posed and I measured, instead writing the numbers in his notebook. Once completed, again I decided to embrace my new drill sergeant routine, I ordered him to run through his poses again and told him I would reveal the results as he posed. “Front double biceps!” I ordered and Dad complied. From his lofty height I looked up at his peaked biceps. He was so big his armpit caves could be opened for some recreational spelunking. “That's it, Dad! Show off those huge TWENTY-SEVEN INCH MONSTER BICEPS!” Dad's gritted mouth curled into a cocky smile as I announced the measurement, his arms now just 1.5 inches shy of my own waist measurement. “Now, let's see that side chest, big Poppa! Good! Damn, I could set a Big Gulp on the shelf of that SIXTY-SIX INCH AMOUR PLATED CHEST!” Dad growled in effort as well as excitement. From this side pose I could see the bulge of his already tattered underwear growing. “Lat spread, Dad!” Dad turned around, put his balled up fists on his hips and spread his back muscles wider, then wider. THEN WIDER! “Shit, Dad. We could project a movie on the barn door back! And it looks even bigger tapering down to that relatively tiny THIRTY-FOUR INCH waist. How can you have such huge, brick shaped abs and such a tiny waist?” “HAHA, Son.” Dad turned to look at me from over his shoulder. “Like I said this afternoon. I guess I'm just blessed.” Understatement of the year, that was. “OK, turn back around. Hit your abs-and-thighs, pose. Dad raised his arms and crossed his hands behind his neck, again revealing those musky deep pits of his. His lasts flared out as did his triceps. He crunched down that eight-pack of his. I looked down and tensed the granite pillars of his extraordinary legs. I swear his two legs side by side were wider than my shoulders! I gasped as I saw them both posed at the same time, the lines and sinews of his muscles running up and down the upper half of his legs. Again, he was continuing to bone up as I read the unheard of stats he now possessed. I continued working my emcee skills. “There they are. Those legs that stomp so hard you can here this big man walking from around from a block away. Those legs that give the phrase thunder thighs it's origin. Those muscle pillars that shred jeans with a simple flex. But that's understandable when you sport legs that measure THIRTY-EIGHT AND A HALF inches around!” “GGRRRRRR! FUCK YEARH SON!” Dad continued to bone up and finally the already ruined underwear could take no more. We both heard and rip and very quickly his even more tattered WEM underwear was dangling off of his full erection. That same erection that rival a typical three tennis ball container. Dad dropped the pose and looked down laughing. “Oh, sorry, Son. Haha. I guess I get excited when I think about how BIG I am.” I sighed and replied. “It's OK Dad. It's understandable. I get excited at how big I'm getting. I can't image being as huge as you. Plus, it's not like I haven't seen it after last night.” “Oh yeah. I forgot about that, haha.” Dad slipped on his basketball shorts, his erection creating a tent big enough for a three ring circus. Thanks for measuring Son. And for the extra motivation at the gym. I like this new 'Drill-Seargant Jed'. You've always been such a introspective person. It makes me happy to see my little man come out of his shell.” I reached over and gave my father a quick side-hug in appreciation. Dad added, “Plus, I feel even BIGGER things coming if you keep pushing me like you did today. Thanks, Champ!” This was going to be fun. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Hope you like! Leave comments! 4 1 29 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted April 16, 2017 Share Posted April 16, 2017 13 minutes ago, dredlifter said: Dad added, “Plus, I feel even BIGGER things coming if you keep pushing me like you did today. Thanks, Champ!” I wonder what would happen if Dad decided to help push Jed in turn... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kramberry Posted April 16, 2017 Share Posted April 16, 2017 Another good chapter man, I'm really loving the current direction you're taking; the size difference between Jed and Chad is awesome as well as the little moments of intimacy between them. And you've got a wonderful attention to ass and musk, something not many stories tend to include. Chad is truly testosterone incarnate. Not too much else I can think of adding, the story's as great as it's always been! Perhaps Jed will help his old man out in shaving for the big contest? :-) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TonitruiLupus1 Posted April 17, 2017 Share Posted April 17, 2017 Your story is definitely getting my attention, Chad Graves is making immense progress lately, soon he will be getting first place hands down with just one showing of his hairless gigantic physique at the Bodybuilding Competition, Dallas Winters is going to get a rude awaking that he is no longer the biggest and won't be acting such a cocky guy when he sees this walking full size house of muscle coming towards him in all Chad's 7 foot something height and possibly weighing way over 400 pounds of shredded steel muscle and male package to match, Testosterone Incarnate in Chad's case is one of a kind at the moment ;-), Keep up the wonderful work, hopefully Jed will soon catch up to his father size soon or very soon or at least be 2nd closest to his father's gifted physique. Can't wait to see the next Chapter and hopefully many more ;-) :-) :-D. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kauri Posted April 17, 2017 Share Posted April 17, 2017 would be neat to have Jed start to notice similar growth on himself, but just only notice it when something doesn't quite fit right 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted April 18, 2017 Share Posted April 18, 2017 Another awesome chapter! I loved the scene with Rose again. It's funny that Chad's poser didn't fit right. Could that be because he actually was bigger than when he was measured for it??? I was glad to see Jed's measurements and realize that he actually has gotten quite big. Like he himself feels, it's just harder to notice when his giant father is so massive and getting bigger all the time. Again, I like the idea of Jed having some growth spurts, although not necessarily catching up to Chad. But so far his growth has still been super impressive and hot, and the size difference between them makes for some great story telling. To me it did seem like Chad was pushing Jed back when Jed started pushing Chad to workout harder (hence, them both collapsing in leg pain later in the evening). So I'm hoping that will lead to ever greater things for them both! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted April 19, 2017 Author Share Posted April 19, 2017 Thanks again for all the nice words! I've been in more of a writing mood lately now that work has slowed down just a bit so I don't feel so rushed. I can't wait to see what will happen at the contest 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
billyed1 Posted April 20, 2017 Share Posted April 20, 2017 AMAZING! as always. The shave and the help Chad will require to do so is going to be hot. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xboy Posted April 20, 2017 Share Posted April 20, 2017 Another awesome chapter! Love the huge Dad! his perfect! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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