My Dad the Muscle Giant

[erinbbby]

Ok new story. This is just a one part tale. I hope you like and comments and feedback is always appreciated. here are some pictures i gathered to help you understand what the character looked like through his growth before he was 9 feet tall.
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As I stuck my key in the lock, I dropped the bag of groceries I had wrapped in my arm. Two big packs of meat slid out on the hall floor of my Manhattan apartment complex. I stuck the packs bag in the back and opened the door. The smell of testosterone and musk had been their for weeks but I had yet to get used to it. As I opened the door into my dark apartment my fathers deep, booming voice called out.

?Charlie? Is that you? God damn boy your father is hungry!?

I had to feed the beast.

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Maybe I should begin at the beginning. I have been living with just my father in our small two bedroom apartment for several years now. I was 16 at the time before my fathers transformation took place and life was good. My dad had a decent job, I was doing well in school, and I had many friends. But I had to give up all this to take care of my father.

He was always a larger man, which was surprising since I was so small. He was about 6?0 and 235. He had played football in college but had gained some weight now at the age of 47. His hair had dusting of gray in it and he started to talk about going to some experimental clinic to try a new HGH (Human growth hormone) therapy trial. It was some mysterious all white building in midtown called Life+. I thought he was hitting a mid life crisis but he seemed committed to getting in better shape. He was a handsome man with green eyes and always had a smile. At first the growth was amazing. He went to the clinic and as he told me, received shot and did some exercise that was specific for muscle growth. By week 2 dad was now at 6?1 250. He was very muscular at this point. His back had widened and became rippled with muscle. His furry chest was an astounding 51 inches and always pumped up. His biceps measured 19 inches around and he looked much younger with all the muscle. He was real proud of his new muscles. I caught him once or twice flexing in front of his mirror in his bedroom, gushing with joy over his new body.

By week 3 dad was a full fledged meat head. He now weighed 278 and his confidence was through the roof. Every day when he got home he immediately peeled off his shirt and went for the mirror. He had become very prideful and was bouncing his meaty pecs constantly. His hairy chest now measured 55 inches and was solid as a house. Dad still kept his big gut but it too was solid and rock hard. I was sitting in the living room one day and he came in with no shirt on.

?Charlie, punch my stomach.?

?What?? I was caught off guard and mesmerized. My dads big 278 pound body was a huge turn on for me and I couldn?t get my eyes off his big chest.

?Come on I want you to see how tough your old man is?

I did as he told me. I stood up, reeled back and punched as hard as I could but he did not budge. I stared more closely and under his belly hair, his giant ball gut was really 6 brick like slabs.

?Damn dad. Your solid!?

He stared down at me, pleased that his son was amazed by his body.

At the end of week 4, dad was becoming concerned now. He had grown not only a massive amount of muscle but also he became taller. Dad was now 6?4 and 315 pounds. He had to go out and get new clothes because his old pants and shirts no longer fit. He said people at work thought he was on illegal steroids and he frightened them. Dads growth was now out of control and he was getting bigger by the day. His arms were now 23 inches around and veins shot down the pillars of muscle.

I came home one day to find my giant father in just his briefs. It was about 4 days after the 315 pound mark but he had not stopped growing. I nearly came when I saw the man. His bulge was huge! It looked like he stuffed a grapefruit down there and pubes shot out from the sides. He was frantic. He had just measured himself; he was now 350 pounds. His muscle was now less defined and now just bulky and beefy. Dad sent me out to get clothes for him. This was the start of his dependence on me. I took some cash and went out and grabbed him the biggest t shirts, 3xl, and several pairs of big sweatpants. I came home with them and my big muscle father stuffed into them. His legs were so thick with muscle that the paints were skin tight on his legs. His huge bulge was clear as day through the gray pants. He pulled the huge shirt over his body but I could tell he would out grow it soon. I looked up at him and he towered over me. His chest was thicker than anything I had ever seen.

By week 5 dad was a Goliath. He now stood at 7?0 tall! He weighed in at 430 pounds too and was still hairy as hell. The new clothes I had bought him had kept ripping off from the rapid growth in size. His big briefs were the only thing he could wear and I could not get my eyes off of them. His arms measured 25 inches around and his huge forearms were at least 22 inches, far larger than a normal man?s biceps. His big gut grew with the rest of him and he had a habit of knocking things over as he walked through the apartment. It was still rock solid and harder than stone. I now had to rub his body with lotion from his skin stretching so much. One afternoon I was rubbing his 65 inch chest as he sat on the sofa. It was so meaty and firm in my tiny hands. I was raging hard and was near salivating. As I rubbed my near naked father he looked at me with his soft green eyes. He slid his massive hand up my back.

?Charlie? that feels real good son. I hope you don?t mind taking care of your daddy.?

?No sir. It?s ok.?

He smiled. I looked down and my dad had a massive erection. An 11 cock was riding down his leg, no longer contained by the briefs. As he realized I noticed his huge cock he pulled me down and laid my head on his huge pecs. It was like my head was on two huge pillows of muscle and hair. He rubbed my hair lightly. He then flipped me to his side with his massive arm wrapped around me. The stench of his armpit was intoxicating. He put my small hand on his thick shaft. My palm was like an infants on his 7 inch thick dick.

?Son?I am going to blow the biggest load you will ever see.? and sure enough he did. When he came a giant stream of cum blew out and knocked a glass over on the coffee table. My entire arm was covered in my father?s semen. It was warm and thick. He smiled at me over his giant pecs. In his eyes I could tell he was afraid about what he was becoming. From there on out I was always rushing out to the store to feed his insatiable hunger. All he ate was red meat, hardly cooked, and milk. I had stopped going to school and he quit his job. We began to live off his savings and my college fund. At this point dad finally admitted he was unwise in going to the clinic. He gave me the address of the place so I could go get some answers. When I got to the building where Life+ was, the doors and windows were boarded up. I could not get a hold of anyone with the numbers provided. When I went home to tell my father he became enraged. This was going to be hell for both of us.

*****

So here I am now. The apartment was real dark. Dad made me close all the blinds so no one would see him. The lights had either burned out or my dad had bumped into them and crushed the bulbs. I meant to get more but I was too busy taking care of dad. As I walked in, there he was in the small living room where he now spent all of his time. He was too big to fit down the hall to his bedroom.

Dad was now 9?10 and just plain massive. He weighed well over 800 pounds. Our scale had broken under his weight and 800 was as high as it could go. His chest now measured 88 inches around. The massive slabs of hairy meat glistened with sweat. The apartment was hot- that much manliness in such a small space would heat things up. His big gut was now 80 inches around and harder than concrete. Honestly I could take a sledge hammer to it and he would hardly feel it. His arms could have been 48 inches around now. He flexed them yesterday for me and I nearly shit my pants. He let me feel the basketballs of muscle. His legs weighed more than me and were thick like columns. His head grew with his body so it did not look ill proportioned but his neck was no longer there. Over course dad?s penis had grown too. Erect it measured to 22 inches and thicker than a can of soda when erect. His testicles were the size of grapefruits and my dad pumped cum like a fire hose. He now only wore briefs that were intended for an obese man but the heavy bulge dragged the waistband so low, his cock was almost always flopping out.

I Had become the man?s slave. When I was not running to the store for more meat, I was feeding him. When I had to bathe him, I grabbed a 2 gallon bucket and gave my dad a sponge bath. His massive muscle kept him form being as mobile as he once was. And now that he was too big to reach our bathroom, I had to take care of that too. He would piss in another 2 gallon bucket we had and he often reached the 1 gallon mark inside of it. I lugged my father?s piss down the hall 4 times a day and dumped it down a utility sink in the supply closet.

?Damn boy what took you? Your daddy is starving!? he growled. His voice was so deep now, he didn?t even sound like my once pleasant father.

?Sorry sir. There was a long line?

?Just cook the food.?

I grabbed a pan that I managed to clean before I left the house. It was very large and I threw 2 big steaks onto the hot surface. As they sizzled I approached my father. I studied his massive 750 pound body. His chest that weighed more than I did rose and fell with his heavy breathing. The hair was matted down form sweat. I needed to bath him. His big hairy gut was so large and his big bulged laid heavily on his legs.

?Sir. I think we are running low on money. I went to withdraw more yesterday and your checking account is almost empty and I??

?Get my food.?

?yes sir.?

I went to the stove and put the still red meat on a dish normally used for serving large parties. I brought it to dad and he began to paw at the meat and devour it. I grabbed the clean bucket and ran to the bathroom. I filled it with warm water and grabbed the soap, sponge and 3 towels. I came back and he was finished with the food.

?Dad I have to wash you now.?

He stood up but had to bend over to fit in the room. He slipped off his briefs and his 16 inch soft cock smacked his left thigh with a wet sound from the sweat. His huge balls hung like fruit from a tree. I was terrified by his size. My father was not only muscled to the max but he was always horny. I had to masturbate him 4 times a day on average to keep the semen levels manageable. I had only done in once yesterday and feared how much he would cum when I rubbed his massive cock next.

He sat back down and laid back. I started with his huge chest, my favorite part. He sighed as I washed him with warm water. The drops rolled down his huge slabs of pecs. I let my hands do some of the work just so I could rub them. They felt like solid meat and were hairy like a carpet. I then got both his arms and his pits which needed lots of attention form the stench. He looked at me with sinful eyes. He was still a handsome man who had a stubbly beard. The gut was next on the list. I placed pressure on the sponge but it felt like I was just washing a big boulder. It was hairy and beautiful. I then washed both legs, dried him off and he flipped over so I could get his back. His muscular back was so dense and rippled that it had more muscle in it than most mens bodies. I then washed his massive butt which was so thick and meaty, it rivaled his gut and pecs in glory. He flipped back over after I dried him. He was still staring at me but I pretended not to notice. I was scarred.

?Ok all done dad?

He stuck out a massive hand and grabbed me. His hand went halfway around my waist.

?Your forgetting something son. Your big poppa?s has to cum. You forgot to do it yesterday.?

?Can?t you do it yourself?? I said. Wrong answer. He tightened his grip. He could easily kill me in his hands.

?What did you say?!?

?Sorry dad!? I gasped. He let go and sat up and looked down at me. Though he was sitting he still towered over me like a statue. He flexed his massive biceps and smiled.

?That?s right kid. Fear this power. Look at my arms!?

I did. They could have been close to 50 inches and pumped with veins. His forearms were colossal 45 inch monsters. He put his arms down and his huge cock was rock hard. I dumped two big globs of lotion in my hands and went to work. He leaned back and moaned. I had become skilled at pleasing him. It was hard work, rubbing a a nearly two foot cock that was 10 inches around. His balls were the size of cantaloupes and were just as hairy as his big gut and chest. I kept pumping. Dad?s cock head was the size like a small cooked chicken and pink. Big thick veins went up and down his massive shaft and his was very warm as I rubbed it. He pulled me forward and as he did my head was right over his dick head. He then exploded with semen and blew it all over my face. It was in my hair, my mouth, nose and flowed down my neck and chest. He must of unleashed 12 ounces of cum all over me. It was warm and extremely sticky. I wiped it from my eyes and realized he had also gotten some on his big belly.

?Clean me up.? He demanded.

I went to grab a rag but he held me tight.

?No. With your tongue.?

I did as I was told with no hesitation and proceeded to lick his big muscle gut. It was so solid and strong and I really got into it. He laughed as I licked his fur clean of his own semen.

?Good boy.?

I cleaned his cum off of me and then came back to him. I climbed up on top of him and he curled me up into his huge chest and arms and we dozed off together. I awoke to find him spread eagle on the floor and me on top of him. As he breathed in my body rose and fell with his. It was like sleeping on a mattress made of rock hard muscle, with a big meaty pec as a pillow. His dense fur kept me warm and his body heat made me comfortable. I went back to sleep and his arm rested on my back.

*****

The next day I went out to the store early and grabbed my father some food. Are bills were becoming expensive and we would run out of money soon. I got pounds of meat and milk, plus a little food for me. I had not eaten for a few days and was starving.

As I came back to my apartment there was a huge truck outside and a bunch of men in all white suits with gas masks. All my neighbors were outside, trying to see what was in the back of the truck. I looked at the side of it and it read Life+ Corporation. I feared the worse.

I ran to the side of the building, dropping the food and climbed the fire escape up to avoid detection. I got to the 6th floor where we lived and climbed through a hall window. I looked down at my place and saw about 10 more men in jump suits and masks. Everyone was wearing yellow gloves. The door frame had been taken out and some of the wall was missing. They had come for my father.

One of the men saw men and pointed and before I had a chance to escape, I was grabbed. They asked me who I was and told them I lived in the apartment them men were tearing apart. They dragged me inside and I realized how dirty the place was. Dishes scattered everywhere, the carpet had turned from white to a nasty brown color from my dads sweat. The place still lingered heavily with my dad?s musk and testosterone. They began to ask me questions about my dad.

I asked them where they were taking him and no one gave me an answer. I looked out the window as the big truck pulled away with other cars escorting it and knew I would never see my dad again. He was in that truck and I was stuck in here. Eventually the people all cleared out and they boarded up the entire wall that lead into my place. The dry walled over it and painted the hallway as if our apartment was no longer there. They took almost everything out minus my own possessions and threw all the stuff away.

And here I now stand on the corner of ?what the hell just happened? and ?where do I go from here?. My dad was gone and I was alone. Life+ had taken my life away and I would have to fight to live on.

[Ryne]

i smell a sequel perheps? I'd love for the son to grow some, maybe try to find his father. That'd be fun! Amazing story though! A wonderful read!

[HugeGunz]

As much as I enjoyed the story, the father son thing was just kinda a little bit over the top for me.

[cellardoor]

Loved it! Can't wait for the sequel!!!

[cloud19]

this is a good story. thanks for sharing it.

[growingbigger]

Originally Posted by Ryne

i smell a sequel perheps? I'd love for the son to grow some, maybe try to find his father. That'd be fun! Amazing story though! A wonderful read!

Yes, great story, and perhaps his dad's cum will make him grow, too.