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

[dredlifter]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: SMOOTH

 

The rest of the week continued on as we rolled toward the competition. Ted had adjusted our diet again and carbs were becoming a blessing when we actually got to eat them. I could tell I was experiencing a drop in energy due to this. I wanted to say my father was too, but he was such a freak of nature that I couldn't be sure. The veins, sinews and fibers of our muscles were starting to become more and more evident. I've great had abs since the beginning of summer, but now I had veins running across my six pack! Dad didn't yet have a vascular set of abs, but veins were beginning to erupt everywhere else. We already got a glimpse of his striated glutes on Sunday, the rest of him was beginning to show that same look of ripped dense mature muscle.

 

I had many reasons to be jealous of my father, but right at the moment the biggest reason was because he could still eat whatever portions he wanted. He was in no danger of falling out a weight class like I was. In fact, his weight was laughably higher than the next cut off down for the heavyweight division, even though I didn't know exactly what it was. This meant that he could still eat whatever amount of food he wanted provided it fell within Ted's protein, carb and fat proportions. What was most amazing about this was that it seemed that Dad was still growing! Ted was flabbergasted as everyday, even though he was tightening up and losing fat, my father seemed to be incrementally expanding every day. I on the other hand, had to keep watching my weight to make sure I didn't fall up into the next weight class, so I had to limit my intake and was constantly hungry.

 

We had also began other preparations for our competition. On Monday my father and I started going to the tanning salon at Ted's instruction to further darken our skin. Dad and I already had a light olive complexion just from our shirtless jogging sessions, but Ted told us that the darker we were the more our muscles would show. I didn't particularly think Pops needed any help in that regard but Ted was the boss!

 

You should've seen the looks on the faces of the two young, busty, darkly tanned, expertly made-up college girls working at the desk when my father ducked into to salon. A look of pure lust flowed over their faces, jaws dropped and eyes glazed over. Dad was wearing just a stringer tank top so most of his titanic, rippling muscles were on display. A lot of women don't go for the big muscles, but these two tanned bimbos looked like steriotypical guidettes who went for big men. And men don't come much BIGGER than my father so they were understandably in awe. I would not be surprised if they were rubbing their cooches from behind that desk as my old man smiled way down at them from his lofty height.

 

“Good afternoon ladies.” Dad stated sultrily, purposefully lowering his already basso profundo voice. “My son and I are doing a bodybuilding show in a couple of weeks so we need to do some tanning. Think you can help us out?”

 

“Uh...uh...yes, sir. Of course we can,” the one of the left was able to collect herself and speak first. “A bodybuilding show you say? Well good luck. Although looking at you I don't think you need it.” Dad chuckled softly and I saw left girl bite her lip. She continued, finally settling into some sense of a tanning professional, “Well, it looks like you already got a good base tan. We do get some bodybuilders in here so we have a pretty good idea what you will need. “We get you two set up in a couple of tanning beds.” She looked at the girl next to her. “Jenna, will you go set up two tanning beds for them?”

 

Jenna looked her friend and said sarcastically, “Really, Amber? Don't you think that will be a problem?” Jenna looked at Amber blankly. “Amber, there is no way he will fit in the tanning bed, he'll have to use the standing unit.” Jenna looked at my father, “Sorry, Sir I hope that's a not a problem. We don't get people your size very often. For the tanning beds you are just too big.”

 

My father smiled brightly at the two barbies behind the counter. “You know, I seem to be hearing that phrase A LOT lately.” Dad then raised his left arm and FLEXED his cannonball muscle for the awestruck ladies whose eyes widened in disbelief. “But, I kind of like hearing it. Suits, me well, don't you think?” The two girls could only nod and moan. As they nodded I swore I could see some drool fall out. “But, that's OK. I like being 'TOO BIG'. The standing unit is just fine.” Dad dropped his flexed arm.

 

“Ok great, Sir.” Jenna looked at me, “...And it looks like your son will be able to use the normal beds. It was weird, in that moment 'normal' seemed like the an insult. Like I wasn't man enough to use the standing tanning units. Amber handed us a couple of forms to fill out. Once completed we handed them back to the girls. I'm sure both Amber and Jenna quickly memorized my father's information.

 

“Ok, Chad and Jed Graves. Fantastic,” Jenna said. Alright, Amber you take Jed to unit 12 and Chad, if you'll follow me to booth 18. Amber shot Jenna a quick dirty look and Jenna returned the look with a knowing smirk. Amber knew that her friend had purposefully took it upon herself to help my father over me. Again, I felt emasculated, like I was the booby prize of some hunkiest man competition.

 

Amber led me down the hall to my room and showed me how to work the tanning bed. A few rooms down I could hear squeals of laughter and delight emanating from Jenna. My father was no doubt flirting and charming the young woman helping him out. As Amber finished I took off my baggy t-shirt to start getting ready. “Wow.” Amber said giving me a quick once over. “I see good genes run in the family. Lookin' good stud!” Amber gave me a wink and walked out of the room. As she entered the hallway Jenna appeared right by her side, looking excited as ever.

 

I gave the door a light push to close it. As the door closed I could hear Jenna talking to Amber excitedly. “Omigosh, Amber, you should've seen the size of his...*SLAM*” The door closed and cut off the last part of her sentence, leaving me wondering just how much of my father she had seen. I was happy though that at least Amber had acknowledged my own development. She had to be two to three year older than me, so it was nice to be complimented by a hot, but shallow older college girl.

 

Fifteen minutes later my tanning bed shut off. I got dressed and walked out toward the lobby where my father was conversing with the young women while waiting for me. As I entered the lobby I saw my father bent over with his massive left biceps flexed with both of the young ladies tiny hands on his arm. The two girls were both less than five and half feet tall so he had to bend over so they could reach. They giggled excited as they attempted to squeeze the muscle, but to no avail. “Oh hey, Champ. The ladies here wanted to feel my guns. They say they have never seen such big arms before! You ladies want to see another trick?” They both screamed “YES!” in unison. “Ok, both of you wrap each hand around my bicep, one on each side. Good just like that. Ok, hang on tight!” My herculean father than stood up straight to his full colossal height, raising his left arm to shoulder level and maintaining the one arm pose. The feet of the TWO young women rose a few of inches off the ground as they BOTH hung from Dad's granite arms! The two girls both squealed in delight. My father then extended this fist outward, unflexing his arms. It looked like he was exerting no effort at all. As he unflexed I watched the two girls feet lower slightly toward the ground. Dad then suddenly raise the balled first back toward his shoulders, re-FLEXING the massive ball of meat. As his arm grew again the two women again rose upwards further from the floor. After a few seconds of their giggling, Dad lowered his arm and the two girls let go, hysterical with laughter and lust.

 

“Omigod, Chad. That was amazing. You are so, so BIG and STONG. You have to be, like, totally the strongest man in the world!” Amber spit out between giggles.

 

Dad laughed with them and replied, “Well I don't know about that. Maybe some day though!” I wasn't so sure I didn't agree with Amber.

 

Well, my boy and I got to head home. We'll see you next time! The girls just then realized I was standing there. They were so caught up in the built sexy man that I hadn't even fazed them. It's like my father sucked in all masculinity from the room and kept it for himself.

 

“Come again soon!” Jenna squealed pleadingly as we left.

 

“Nice girls,” my father said as we headed toward his pickup.

 

“I'm surprised you were able to contain yourself in there.”

 

Dad rolled his eyes at me. “What do you think I am, so horned up pervert with no self control?” I rolled my eyes back. He added, “But, haha, I will say it was VERY difficult! Jenna was all over me as I stripped down in there. I'm actually surprised I was able to keep this huge baseball bat soft!, he he. Gotta stay strong though, Son, at least until the competition is over. Need to fuel as much growth as I can before I hit the stage!”

 

“Well, maybe I'll have to escort you around to keep all the rapid women off you!” Dad guffawed at my proposal.

 

“I may need that, Son. I do feel like I'm about to get jumped by some horny chick pretty much all the time nowadays!”

 

“Oh, poor you,” I said, dripping with sarcasm. Dad just chuckled and then reached over and ruffled my hair as we drove home.

 

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Our workouts continued on just as it had on Sunday. I was much more ferocious and vocal not only in my treatment of my father but in my treatment of my own body. I certainly needed it too. As the carbs were being ripped away from my energy level was dropping and it was taking more and more mental fortitude to get in the right zone for training. I know it pleased my father as well. He would smile happily whenever I fell into my drill sergeant mode and yelled at him. Once I called him on it, “WHAT ARE YOU GRINNING, YOU NANCY BOY!” I shouted. Dad stifled a chuckle, as did I, honestly. He then saluted me and got back to attacking the weights.

 

And of course, again the weights Dad were using were ticking up! How could this be? Was I that good of a motivator? Dad was inhuman. His quest for size and strength seemingly couldn't be sated. How many 1.5 week out bodybuilders have you heard of that curl the 120 lb dumbbells for reps with perfect form?!?

 

Clothing was becoming more and more of a challenge for him as well, as expected. Now, even regular trips to the big and tall store were becoming more and more fruitless. If Dad did find something that fit he had to have it tailored in some way. I swear he wore the same five work shirts each week because he only had five that could contain his bulging masses at an appropriate level. And even then if you looked closely enough you could see holes and tears beginning at many of the seams of his button downs. His polos were faring slightly better since there were fewer points of distress on them, but they were all skin tight as well.

 

When he wore his polo shirts it was truly an intimidating site. He looked like a super tall, handsome, overdeveloped, hyperactive young football coach. Dad liked to wear baseball caps too and kept a few in his truck. Sometimes after work he would throw on his baseball cap for the drive home. When he would come home wearing a baseball cap with his muscles bursting out of his polo shirt, it really drove home the football coach look.

 

After work on Tuesday I stopped by the sewing shop and picked our posers. I drove home and saw that Dad hadn't made it back yet. I went into my room and threw bag with the posers on my bed and changed into my workout clothes. I picked up the bag and fished out my posers and tossed them on my desk. I held the bag in my hand and thought about how Dad looked in his posing thong. I got curious again and reached in grabbed one on my father's posers and set the bag with the others on the bed. I held it up with both hands like a young teenage boy does the first time he holds his first bra.

 

It was astonishing how much fabric there was in between my hands for what was supposed to be a tiny garment. The fabric of the ass part looked like it could cover my computer's oversized monitor. And...HO LEE CRAP. The POUCH! It was huge! And deep! I'm not even joking, that pouch looked like it could cup a basketball! In fact, at the moment I got curious. I looked around my room. I didn't have a basketball but I noticed a soccer ball in my closet. I walked over and grabbed the soccer ball and set it in the pouch...AND IT FIT! I could easily hold my father's oversized posers by the butt fabric and swing around the pouch and the soccer ball would not fall out! My father had so much manhood that he had a half soccer ball sized bulge! Pops was reaching a level of masculinity that very few men in history could have ever achieved. As I lightly swung around the soccer ball in pouch of Dad's posers I couldn't help but think of the story of Goliath, one of the biggest men in history. The posers reminded me of an oversized sling and my father was a modern day Goliath himself.

 

I rolled the soccer ball into the closet and threw the posing strap on the bed where it landed on my own. I tried to resist, but another wave of morbid curiosity swept over me. I picked Dad's posers back up, and my own as well. I grabbed the waist band of both, one in each hand and held them both up. My gawd. My posers looked to be less than HALF of the size of my Dad's. Once again immense emasculation swept over me. I couldn't image how tiny I would feel if I were one of those even smaller guys myself. I was decently hung and well built, but comparing the two garments felt like comparing my own underwear to that of a toddler. I was living with a huge, virile, muscle monster who embodied everything that is male. And I was the fruit of that man's loins. His gargantuan loins that were literally twice the size of my own. Again I felt like a little boy who dreams of growing up to match his hero father, but deep down know that would probably never happen.

 

I heard the front door slam. “I'm home, Sport,” I heard Dad's deep manly voice rumble from the front room. With his growth his voice seemed to be getting slightly deeper and more masculine itself, just like the rest of him. I instantly panicked and threw the two garments on my bed right as Dad walked by my room. He poked his head in. “Hey Jed, good day at work?” I nodded my head yes and he noticed the articles on my bed. “Oh, great you got our posing straps.”

 

“Yeah Dad.” I reached over and separated his thongs from mine and handed his to him.

 

“Awesome. Hopefully they fit this time. They were really tight on Sunday. I got a lot of beef and other things to contain,” he humble-bragged and then winked at me as he walked out of my room, posers in hand. I just shook my head as I remembered that Rose actually had to make his posing strap BIGGER than it originally was. BIG. BIG. BIG. I felt like that word was going to get worn out living with this hulk.

 

The next evening, Wednesday, was only cardio day. Dad and I headed to track after we got home from work and began running laps. We stripped down to our shorts to enhance our tan the natural way. My father was looking stunning as he ran laps. More and more veins were beginning to criss-cross his body. Also, surprisingly he was a very graceful runner for such a big man. In fact, he was now able to easily keep up with me and his cardiovascular endurance improved each session, even as the carbs were being stripped away.

 

It's like my father's body only had one purpose: To improve. And no matter what he did that's what would happen. I felt like he could start eating a diet consisting of Skittles and Snickers bars and he would still be growing and getting more ripped!

 

We jogged for 40 minutes, after which we were both covered with sweat, which again, only enhanced Dad's sexual appeal. As we walked back to the parking lot I saw a gaggle of young mom's who were also at the track to jog, swoon heavily. I had seen them here the last few sessions and I was beginning to suspect that they had been planning their jogs in sync with ours. Their little group seemed to growing and I suspected they were sharing that news of Dad's eye candy with their friends. As they stretched out on the bleachers we walked past on our way to the parking lot. I could tell my father had purposely slowed his walk and he sauntered by them confidently. “Have a good evening, ladies.” As he spoke this he purposely lowered his voice even more to enhance it's sultriness. Even I couldn't deny his deep voice's lusty power. If the ladies were not wet from jogging, they sure were now.

 

We got home and ate a quick meal consisting of nothing but meat and vegetables, again. As we neared the competition I was gaining more and more respect for competition bodybuilders and what they have to go through. At that moment I could've killed somebody for a nice juicy hamburger and some fat potato fries with Heinz ketchup.

 

After we ate, Dad announced it was time for him to shave. I joked, “I hope you have enough cans of shaving cream.” Dad chuckled at my lame joke. “Have fun shaving down, you big fuzzball. I'll watch TB while you do that.” I sat down and flipped through some channels and took is some sports. A few minutes later Pops hollered from the bathroom.

 

“Will you come help me out, Son?!”

 

“What!? I don't want to shave you, do it yourself.”

 

“C'mon, Son, I can't reach everywhere. I wouldn't even if I weren't as big as I am. Plus, I'm so damn big if you don't help me out I'll be in here all night! Now get in here and help me and then I'll help you out as well. Get in here, Squirt!”

 

I stepped into the bathroom. Dad had shaved the hair off his arms and shoulders leaving them smooth. He had stripped down nude letting that bratwurst hang between his legs and stepped into the tub/shower combo. I couldn't help but notice that the shower head was below his shoulders. “Geez, Dad. How do you even take showers in there anymore?”

 

“Ha! Well's it's getting harder, that's for sure. My shoulders are always brushing up against the tiles and curtain. My big body seems to outgrowing our little house. It's a good thing I got this new showerhead with the detachable handle otherwise I'd have a real tough time in here.” Dad turned on the shower and brought the temperature up to a warm, almost hot temperature. He closed the curtain and took a quick hot shower, washing away the salty layer of sweat that covered him after our jog. A couple of minutes later he shut off the water and opened the curtain.

“Ok, Son. Grab the can of shaving cream and a couple of disposable razors. I'll do my front and you shave my back.” I squirted a huge dollop of the blue gel into his hands and he started foaming up his big heaving chest. He turned sideways in the shower and I squirted a big line of gel across his upper back and it was probably almost four feet long due his back's immensity. His back just had a very light dusting of hair, so luckily the back shouldn't take so long. Well, it shouldn't except that the square footage of his back flesh was so large that it probably would take awhile.

 

As I spread the gel out over his upper back I was amazed at just how big and developed his back was. With the gel my hands glided smoothly over the various mounds and bumps, into the arroyos and glens between each individual muscle as I spread out the gel. His back expanded and bunched up in various ways from his own movements and he lathered up and shaved his chest. I had covered a the upper quarter of his back when realized that the gel was starting to be spread to thin. That huge line of shaving cream could only cover the very top portion of his expansive back! I took the razor and shaved off the upper quarter of his back. I then repeated the process three more times, removing every bit of the small of light hair that was on his back. I finished just as Dad finished his chest. His front was taking a bit longer because he had a lot more hair there.

 

When I was done my father turned to face me while still shaving his left pectoral. He asked if I would go ahead and start on his abs. I lathered the gel onto his taught stomach, which was now almost as ripped as my own. Like his chest and unlike his back, his stomach was much furrier. As my hands ran up and down his abs spreading the shaving gel, my fingers worked their way into the deep crevices between each solid block of muscle. While I was lathering the upper part of his stomach the back of my hand briefly brushed across his pert silver dollar sized nipple. This was because his pecs were so huge his nipples were nearly pointing straight down towards his abs. He jumped and made a light “whoop!” sound as this occurred. “Sorry, Son. My big man nips have been more sensitive lately, you caught me off guard there, little guy! Haha.” I noticed his thimble sized nubs had engorged themselves from the sudden stimulation.

 

I apologized and began shaving his abs. It did take much longer in the front due to the density of the fine light hair that only enhanced his manliness. It was almost a shame it all had to come off for the competition. Little by little I sheared strips of fur off his abs. I was about three quarters done when Dad finally finished his pecs. He then raised his right arm and held onto the shower curtain rod and lathered up his hairy right armpit. Since we jogged earlier I was met with a blast of manly sweat odor that was even overpowering the scent of the shaving gel. He shaved down his right pit while I shaved away the last bit of hair off this abs. He then repeated process and removed the hair from the deep cave of his left armpit.

 

When I was done Dad handed me his razor, shut the shower curtain, turned on on the shower and soaped and rinsed his upper body. Once done I handed him a towel from around the curtain. He whipped the curtain back and dried of his front giving me my first glace as his hairless torso.

 

Wow. He looked like a serious, giant bodybuilder. The big kind you would see on TV. With the hair removed I could make out the striations and sinews of his chest as it bunched and mounded from the motion of drying himself off. The absence of hair made his abs look even deeper and more pronounced. Without the hair he looked even younger, like an ultra tall, stacked 25 year old. People would really think he was by big brother now. As I stared I breathed out a faint “wow” and Dad had apparently heard.

 

He grinned back at me smugly from the shower, naked as jaybird. He hung the towel on the curtain rod and looked down toward me. “Do I really look that good, Champ? GRRRR!” He grabbed his wrist in front of him and performed the definition of a most muscular pose, with his huge pecker flaccidly hanging 2/3 of the way to his knees. With the hair gone the fibers of his chest all individually tensed with the flex. I could make out far more veins and blood vessels being pressed upward into his thin skin by the granite masses underneath.

 

“Wow, Pops! Ted was right. I didn't think you would look so much different without your fur but shaved down you look AMAZING! I can see cuts and veins on you that I've never seen before.”

 

“Well that's good, Sport. I was a little worried about shaving my hair. I felt like I was losing a piece of my masculinity.”

 

“Haha, Dad, you could lose a big piece of your masculinity and you would still be more of a man than any guy I know.” Dad grinned and chuckled at my praise.

 

“Ok, sport come over and help me shave my legs.” I hesitated for a split second as I knew I would now be VERY close to that thick rubbery tube hanging from his crotch. I instinctively moved toward his left leg since I knew his cock had a slight bend toward his right leg. I grabbed the can of shaving gel and squirted a dollop onto his left leg and handed the can to him so he could begin on his right. I lathered up the outer sweep of the massive tree trunks in front of me, giving them a slippery massage in the process. Like his back I couldn't get over just how solid and heavy the mass felt under my hands. When Dad would slightly shift his stance the mass under my hands would instantly tighten into what felt like solid rock.

 

I had to grab a new razor for the each of us, the two ones we had used on his upper body where already ruined from the overuse endured shaving his upper body. I began taking care of his left leg while he took care of the right. A couple of minutes later his outer legs were shiny and hairless. “Ok, Bud. You're going to have to do my hamstrings.” Dad turned around so I could shave the backs of his legs. I couldn't believe someone's hamstrings could be so pronounced. The ribbed bumps left no doubt this man could deadlift unreal amounts of weights.

 

Next it was time to tackle his huge, striated ass. A few days ago I would've referred to it as the ultimate bubble butt. While his ass was still HUGE, however, I don't know any bubbles that have jagged edges from the sinews of muscle so that term could no longer apply. Without his prompting I gelled my fingers and brought them up to lather up his big daddy muscle butt. For some reason I started hear his crack. When my fingers touch his flesh it gave him another minor startle. He instinctively “whooped” again and involuntarily flexed his ass. The tips of my finger were instantly compressed in a vice like grip between the two rock hard mounds! Lucky the action was so quick that he instantly released them, but I could see the tips of two of my fingers were red from the quick but ridiculously forceful pinch. I swear if you were to put a lump of coal in between his butt cheeks and had him flex you would get a diamond!

 

Dad relayed his apology at the jump-flex and I shaved off the light brown fuzzy hair from his ass. “Ok, Son. Just need your help in one more area. You gotta do my inner thighs.”

 

I knew this moment was coming and I had been mentally preparing myself. For the next few minutes I would have to hang out in between his monstrous legs, in the lair of his monstrous cock and his tennis ball size testicles. “Ok, Dad, spread 'em” I said as I gelled more of him. It was then that I noticed the can of shaving gel was nearly empty! We really did have to use multiple cans just to cover the spectacular amount of surface of man flesh because Dad was so, so BIG!

 

Dad spread his legs with one foot at each end of the bathtub giving me access to his groinal region. “Ok, Pops, um, can you hold your...uh...stuff out of the way.”

 

He smugly grinned down at me. “I'll my best, there's a lot down there to hold, 'ya know.” He reached down held his junk in both hands off to the side of his left leg. I sat on the edge of the tub and lathered up the inner thighs and groin of his right leg and began shaving away. The hair down there was much more wily. It often became entangled in the razor and required a lot more rinsing of the blade. When I was finished I tilted my head up to let him know.

 

From my position down below and with him towering above me, as I looked up all I could see was his meaty arms, abs, and the underside of the beefy protuberance of his pecs. His head nor face could not be seen. Once again I was overcome with awe at his huge presence. From sitting down he looked like a true goliath, a titan among men. After staring up at him for a bit too long his head came into view as he leaned lightly forward and looked straight down at me from way up above.

 

He grinned as he looked straight into my eyes. I'm pretty sure he knew that I had been caught in another moment of awe. He spoke softly, but his powerful voice still resonated throughout the bathroom, “Hey little guy. Let's finish the other side shall, we?” Look straight up at his movie star handsome face, the term he used to describe me, 'little guy', never felt more apt.

 

Dad shift his stance and moved his junk over to his opposite leg. I twisted on the edge of the tub to take care of his other inner leg. As I was in process of shaving I reached up to grab the can of shaving cream and accidentally knocked over a bottle of talc powder than was on the counter, sending up small white cloud into the air. “Oops!” I said, thinking little of the incident and continuing to shave his groin. A few seconds later I heard my Dad make a sharp gasp and looked up to see his chest expand rapidly as he inhaled. The small white cloud of talcom had apparently reached his nose and tickled his sinuses as he prepared to sneeze.

 

He then instinctively brought both hands up to his face to cover his mouth releasing this monstrous Dad dick and balls. As he sneezed his body lurched forward, swinging his massive schlong pendulum. It suddenly swung forward and struck my right hand, knocking the razor from my grip. The cheap plastic utensil clinked on the floor. I sat there wide-eyed in shock. I had touch Dad's cock! Or rather, it had touched me! And with such force that it knocked the razor from my hand. I couldn't believe how heavy it felt even in the fraction of second that I had made contact with it!

 

I should've moved in that moment but I was frozen in shock. I didn't even process that Dad was again inhaling sharply. He sneezed again, this time with even MORE force. His hips thrust forward slightly, and since I was still sitting just in front of and underneath his crotch, this time his cock and balls swung forward and smacked me in the side of my head! Omigod! I had never felt so embarrassed and awkward in my life! If felt like one of those wet pool noodles had struck me, it was that powerful!

 

Luckily I don't think Dad noticed what had happened. When he came too I had leaned forward just enough to stay out the path of his still swaying genitals. Dad glanced back down at me, “Sorry, Son. Should've given you more warning. Thanks for not slicing up my crotch while I sneezed.”

 

“Uhhhh...no problem Dad.” He reached down those huge hands of his, again scooping up the fleshy tube and orbs so I could finish with his inner thighs.

 

“Thanks, Champ!” Pops said cheerfully. Now, you shave off what you can at the sink and I'll take care of these hairy calves of mine. At the sink I shaved my own arms, shoulders, chest and even abs by the time he was done with his two calves. Since I was still young I just had a light dusting of light brown hair on my arms and practically none anywhere else. I was fairly certain Dad had more hair on his calves then my entire upper body. I noticed he had also lathered up his crotch to give it a quick shave as well. While not completely smooth down there, he apparently kept it nicely trimmed up. He quickly sheared off his upper pubes leaving everything below his stubbled face smooth and hairless. He grabbed the shower hose and rinsed off his nether region and concrete legs. He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, mercifully shielding me from continuing to have to see his weapon of unintentional emasculation.

 

“Ok, Sport hop in the shower and I'll do your legs and back.” I stripped down, grabbed my junk to hide it, partly due to modesty and partly because I felt awkard and small, and stepped in the tub. Dad lathered up my back after I turned away from him. At the same I was shaving the my upper legs. I could feel the rough callouses of his palms slightly scraping along my skin as he did he foamed up by back. Once again it didn't take him long to shave my back as I had very little hair there.

 

“Ok, Son I'm going to do your ass now.” I hard him chuckle deeply and then he gave me real quick spank. *Thwack*. His hand stuck my ass leaving me with a light sting.

 

“HEY!” I shouted. “What was that for?”

 

“He he. I was just thinking about how I used to see your little butt all the time when I was changing your diapers. Now here we are 17 years later and I'm staring at my little man's bare butt all over again!” He gave me another quick, light spank.

 

“Ouch! Stop that!” I directed.

 

“Oh relax, my little baby boy.” I know he used it as a term endearment, but the double meaning gave me another wave of inadequacy as I felt his his hulking presence standing behind me. He lathered up and shaved my butt and I finished my legs. He then squatted down and sat on the edge of the tub like I had. I spread my legs and he shaved my hard to reach underloins and hamstrings from behind while I cupped myself in front with my hands. Finally I bent over and shaved off the light hair from my calves, leaving me hairless from the head down, like him. I shut the shower curtain and quickly soaped up and rinsed off the remaining gel and loose hair. I dried myself and wrapped a towel around my waist as well and stepped out of the shower next to my old man.

 

Looking at ourselves in the large bathroom mirror Dad got his first look at my own hairless torso. “Wow, Son. You were right. You didn't have much hair to begin with but getting rid of that light peach fuzz of your makes you looked even more shredded. Look at that tiny waist!” Dad reached out and pinched a very thin fold of skin covering my abs. “You may have the best abs in town, Sport. I certainly have one studly son.”

 

I basked in his praise as we checked ourselves out. I looked at him in the mirror and returned the favor. “I may have the best abs in town, but you definitely got the biggest muscles!”

 

“Haha you may be right, there!” Dad brought up his arms into a quick double biceps flex, his newly shaved arms looking massively pumped, shredded and vascular. “Ok, one more thing. Ted said we need to heavily moisturize to keep down the itchiness and keep our skin clear.” He grabbed the big bottle of lotion, squirted a bunch into my hand and his. I lotioned up my front while he rubbed down my back. His hand were so big that they could completely cover my own meaty shoulders as he worked in the white goo.

 

“Ok, now you do me.” We both tuned 180 degrees and repeated the process. Of course I had to use a lot more lotion for him. I took my time really feeling the bulging lumps and spreading the lotion on his back. Dad apparently worked much faster as he dropped his arms and waited for me to finish. He was facing the mirror and as he grew impatient with me he put his fists on his waist and performed a lat spread as I continued to work his back. The huge wall of flesh right in front of me began to expand outward wider...then wider...then WIDER! I swear his back was now five feet wide at full flex! I worked the lotion into the beefy slabs of porterhouse steak that made up his lats.

 

He dropped the pose I moved lower and applied the lotion to his lower back, marveling at the two thick rows of muscle that had been overdeveloped from his deadlift work. Dad continued to stare at himself in the mirror. He could only just barely see the top of my head behind his shoulders and traps, as his massiveness completely hid my own muscular body from view.

 

As I was just about done Dad took it upon himself to peform another muscle-steeped double biceps pose. Since I was behind him to me it was more of a back-double biceps. I finished his lower back but my hands were still a bit gooped up from the lotion. So I reached up and rubbed both of my hands on the top and back of his soccer ball sized biceps, rubbing the last little bit of lotion onto his arms while copping a feel. My father did not move as I felt up his arms admiringly. “Man, Pops. You sure got some AWESOME arms!”

 

I heard him chuckle and from behind and could see the side of his mouth curl into a smile. “Thanks, Sport. So do you. Come 'ere.” Dad lower his arms and twisted his torso toward me. He grabbed my shoulders and stood me next to him and had us admire our two uber manly bodies. My own muscular frame that would put most college guys to shame and his herculean, towering build that would do the same to ANY man. “Look at us, Son. Two of the best looking, buffest dudes on the planet!”

 

I smiled appreciatively as I took us in, filling up the bathroom with masculine power. At that moment I felt so proud to be his Son. We looked fantastic and I could help but nod in agreement.

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We're creeping up on the competition!

[nightbird112]

Amazingly written as always. Is there a growth spurt in the works for Jed?

[kramberry]

This chapter was SO good dude, 16 chapters strong and the story just keeps getting better and better with each installment!

[xboy]

Another great work!

[Kymuscleboy]

VERY HOT! This is the closest we've gotten to any action between Chad and Jed, and yet is hasn't gotten too pervy. I too (don't want to sound like a broken record) keep hoping for Jed to have a growth spurt, as I'm starting to feel really bad for him.  He's been so cool about his dad becoming a freaking superman, but he keeps being emasculated before him, even as he himself grows. Maybe after the contest, when he can eat again, he'll get some reward for being such a good guy.  Not that I want Chad to stop growing or anything.  I hope he goes into that contest as the largest bodybuilder ever to step on a stage!

The scene where Jed puts the soccer ball in Chad's posing trunks was beyond incredible!  It really have a great visualization of just how big Chad is becoming. 

[flamedelft]

Great chapter, love the mix of humiliation and pride that Jed's experiencing. Chad's a force of nature by now. I'm very much looking forward to seeing what the competition will bring out of the father & son duo. And the, by now inevitable, fall of that jerk whose name I'm currently blanking on.

[rolling24]

Personally I love the aspects of emasculation and humiliation. Truly wonderful work which is even more impressive as it's your first go. Thank you. 

[dredlifter]

Thanks for the comments!  Love all the ideas you all throw out.  Obviously I can't use all of them, but I do give them all at least some thought!  I'm glad you all haven't got bored with it yet, especially now that's become such a LOOOOOOONG story.  Brevity apparently is not my strong suit 

[flamedelft]

2 minutes ago, dredlifter said:

 Obviously I can't use all of them, but I do give them all at least some thought!

Well, maybe you can't in this story, but there's always the next

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 I'm glad you all haven't got bored with it yet, especially now that's become such a LOOOOOOONG story.  Brevity apparently is not my strong suit 

While it is definitely long, you keep it interesting. Good work man!

[Domorice]

Holy Jesus that was hot. I'm still hoping he decides to get with his son if not Ted.  Feels like a giant tease with this border line son/father scandal. 

Please keep going, I honestly get super excited waiting to see the next chapter. Hoping giant dado finally let's some lucky guy have it.