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Spice Part 5 by Mad Dog and Mr. X Dan's father, Peter Stockwell, had come home from his business trip flabbergasted to see the huge muscle man his son had transformed into in just a few short days, but Dan just made something up about puberty and growth spurts and his father had no choice but to just accept it. He was a single father and worked hard to provide for his son. Equally surprising was Tom, Dan's friend, who had also grown from a boy to a towering hulk of a man in a few short days. Oddly enough, that helped Dan's father accept the whole thing. After all, if it could happen to more than one boy, it must be normal, in its way. Still, Dan's dad worried a bit. But after a doctor's visit found his son to be "in perfect, if not beyond perfect health" he relented. And he was too busy to worry, if the doctor said it was okay. Then one night, he came home, to find his big, muscular son cooking something. "What're you making there, Danny?" Dan had to wear stretchy shorts and muscle tees lately, leaving much of his body exposed and obvious. "Lasagna!" he chirped. "You work so hard I thought I'd make you dinner for a change! It's pretty much done, too, so sit down and I'll serve you some!" The boy reached up into the spice rack and peppered some of the unlabeled spice onto Peter's helping and served it to him with a smile. Peter dug in with gusto, hungry after a long day at work. "Thanks kiddo. It's greatly appreciated." He ate several bites. It was good, but somehow odd too... "This is good, Danny. But tastes a bit different too. Like a funny spice or something..." He kept eating though, too hungry to worry about it. "It's tasty. But the spicing may be a bit much..." Yet he cleaned his plate, and even took seconds. Dan didn't want his dad to get too big too soon and discover the secret, so he just left him with your one dose. Peter thought he just hit a strange pocket of seasoning in his first helping and enjoyed the rest of the meal. Peter finished it off, and smiled at his son. "That was great kiddo. And much appreciated. I think I must have hit a strong spot of seasoning in the first portion. The rest tasted perfect!" He stood up, and stretched. "Man I'm beat! It was a tough week, but suddenly I can barely stand!" Peter turned, and staggered toward the staircase. "I think I'm heading to bed, Dan. Thanks again for dinner." He pulled himself half way up the staircase before he sat down, and then started to snore, right in the middle of the stairs. Dan easily lifted him up and tucked him into bed, excited for what was to come. Peter worked hard to make sure Dan had everything he needed and Peter was a scrawny little guy like Dan used to be, 5'7" and skinny... no one anyone ever paid attention to him. Well, Dan would be fixing that! Peter slept soundly through the night, and woke up only when his alarm went off at 6. He stood up slowly, shakily, and wondered why he felt so odd this morning. He stretched, and stumbled into the bathroom, to splash water on his face. When he looked up into the mirror, he grunted in surprise, thinking he must still be dreaming. Peter's 5'10" now, and has the body of a muscular underwear model and the cock of a porn star. He rubbed his eyes, wondering what was wrong with him, but then opened them again, and saw his reflection, clearer than ever. "What the...." Peter asked, his voice trailing off. He turned, confused, and put on his usual bathrobe, and padded down the stairs, to make breakfast, confused by what just happened. |
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Niiiiiiiiiiice! Cheers __________________ There's no such thing as TOO BIG! |
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I'm liking the way this is "Growing"..... __________________ ..... Lover of all things musclegrowth |
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Thanks. Reason this was so short was that the first bit was in past tense, so that's how I started editing it, but then the tense changed partway through and it was getting to be too big a hassle to change EVERYTHING, so I stopped it at a natural stopping point and the next one's gonna be in present tense again. :s Editing roleplays is hard! |
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