The God father – part 1

[TheEd]

This is something I wrote for fun today in the lines of the SuperCop series (dad becomes superhero), but I took my own spin on it, just stealing some general ideas from it. And also, english is my second language, so please ignore my wonky grammar

Don’t expect much muscle growth on this chapter...










Brian and me saw the room lights dimming, looking at the table I saw my glass of Coke shaking together. “He’s training...” Brian said. Yeah, we always knew when our dad was pumping his superhuman muscles down the off-limit underground floors of the tower.

By the huge panoramic windows we saw the entire city skyline with its streetlights pulsing, my father was arm-wrestling against the state’s electrical grid. We lived at the top floor of my dad’s tower, from where he could watch dozens of millions of lives he vowed to protect; it was by far the tallest building in Prime City, which was the biggest city of this side of the hemisphere.

“Shit he’s becoming even more powerful than last time!” Brian said almost jumping as we saw some city blocks swallowed by the darkness. Sure, Brian was still a kid and dad was not just his hero but also everyone else’s; and all citizens could guess why the lights were dimming or the origin of the subtle earthquakes shaking the buildings: his almighty muscles.

It was times like this that I really regretted of being an angst teenager at the dawn of his transformation. He was a cop and me just another lost teen getting high all the time. I miss the weed... mister hyper muscles hunted all the drug cartels faster than all DEA putted together in decades; he could trace the smell of weed miles away, no one would have a single seed hidden at their homes fearing mister huge powerful muscles bursting thru their doors and walls; and so he gave everyone a last chance to get hid of it; tons over tons of weed got vaporized by his powerful heat beams. and he alone destroyed all plants in existence in a monstrous ball of fire destroying the cannabis forever, not even the smoke survived, which he inhaled and puffed it out in the outer space. No, he didn't got high doing that. Sometimes I thought that he did all that just because of me.

For love or fear, no one would defy him, there was no super-villains, not even villains; and the city had no more robberies, or rapes, lowbrow crimes, and even political bribes were under his watch. Mister super muscles did not sleep, always watchful, hearing and surveilling the entire population as a omnipotent cop, as a jury and as a fast executioner. He didn't killed anyone as far as I know, just crippled some.

Who watch the watchers? The comicbook guy would ask. It is said that the President had a Red Button under his desk, which the military could take back his supreme powers somehow, that they have a backdoor or it would never happen. Again, it is hard to believe that my father would misbehave.

Sometimes walking around our huge top floor gets hard to believe that we had a less than ordinary life before. Officer Derek was an underpaid cop, my mother a housewife fighting aging and I was always with the ‘wrong crowd’ as he said. But suddenly Officer Derek got his big break, he alone released a bunch of kids kidnapped by some junkie inside a bus, it went Live to the entire country and that’s where our lives changed. Officer Derek became a national hero for a day for risking his own life calling the military attention, they needed someone that the public could trust.

Like I said before it was a bad timing to be an angry teenager just before your own father gain godlike powers; but he was an absent father for me, Brian was always his favorite, perhaps because Brian was the only one who still respected him. Oficer Derek was a good honest cop but never got promoted, always on suburban patrol, even my mother had doubts about our future then.

Anyway, my dad somehow survived the entire media scrutiny to this day, he was a success now, they wanted to build an one hundred feet golden statue of him in the middle of the Prime’s Central Park and I wondered if they would really respect every single one detail of his present proportions. I mean... every single one. It would be obscene.

I’d say ‘present’ proportions, because to this day he did not stop growing. Every day I seemed to have to look up even higher at him; his powers that initially obeyed the standard Superman charts were multiplying and accelerating. So obviously that his muscles were growing accordingly, without a doubt, just by comparing muscle to muscle, he was at least five times more powerful than Superman. But if we compare his present beauty with Superman’s perfection we would calculate 10x more; no wonder every puny human would get extremely nervous at his presence, not even an over-idealization could describe him, his body alone was mesmerizing in his tight dark-blue uniform, his smile could freeze your soul. In public appearances that I attend with him I see old bankers acting like groupies, others extremely perturbed to be so allured by him, his presence was a vortex calling our eyes, inviting to watch the valleys of muscles moving, his trunk legs flexing as he walked wearing nothing but his dark blueish spandex and a cape that he used for formal occasions.

Sure, everyone might think that is a dream to have a god as your father, I must say that I had mixed feelings about that. First, I have no privacy. He can see everything I’m doing from anywhere, using x-ray and super vision. He knew always what I was doing, or what I just did: “You should stop wasting the shower like that.” He laughed while watching the news and reading the countless newspapers and documents, his pecs jumped every time he laughed as always, a reflex movement from his arms that bulged big as my head. “It’s okay son, I know that maybe it’s a hard time to have a god as your father.” Was him reading my mind now? He knew that my heartbeats were spiking as he said that. I had no proof of his mental control powers, his powers were multiplying as his muscles grew... would it never stop?

I looked up at his eyes and they were green, which only mom said to see. Yeah, the color of his eyes measures his temper, which was blue for the most of the time, but would change to purple if he becomes annoyed, and a fearful bright red if gets angry, and it is very scary. It was the first lesson we had from Mr.Black, the agency contact and assistant to my dad, to avoid his presence if his eyes to get too red or too bright. Sometimes I saw him like this after experimenting the full range of his power in the immensity of Borge’s Desert. When he was pumped after sucking the city’s energy I could also see them brighter than usual, pulsing with his breath, his whole body seemed more muscular at each breath.

“Yeah, dad, could you look away when I using the bathroom? It’s called privacy.”

“It’s okay son, I understand... might be hard living along such muscles, they fascinate even myself, and don’t believe they are mine sometimes. Sometimes I wake up feeling like the old mere puny mortal that I was, but then I look down and those two mountains blocking part of my view...” He flexed each striation of his looming pecs like a piano player. “...how can anyone be indifferent to this? So I can understand why so many have fantasies about me.” He gave me a full flex that almost stop my heart, he eclipsed my entire view with his muscles, with such a detailed monstrous biceps that would make Da Vinci cry. “No one can be indifferent to me anymore.” He completed. By the mirror I saw a volume shifting between the vast seas of muscles that were his thighs as he seated there in front of me. I felt a shock in my spine when my eyes settled to measure it. But I looked up at him again and his attention already had shifted from me, he was eyeing something that called for his full attention. I tried to see what it was but he was looking far beyond my vision could reach. What could it be? “Excuse-me, Jake.” He stood up dwarfing me and the entire world; I had full view of his dark-blue spandex trying to not collapse around his crotch. Something indeed called his attention, he opened the windows with his psi powers and said that “later I’ll need to talk to you and your brother both” before flying away.

It became his dirty little secret now: he was banging every hot chick in Prime City. I feared if any of them might become pregnant of a god.

"Fucking show off bastard" I mumbled to myself. My mom entered home as I closed all the huge windows. “Dad left?”

“Yeah... help some cat in a tree, I guess.”

“We cannot be selfish with him, Jake. We have to share him with the entire world, remember that.” She said totally oblivious, talking to me like I was a kid. I really couldn’t understand him, mom transformed as much as him. Sure, she doesn’t have superpowers, but we her body was adapting to receive and bare a child from a god, so she got prettier than ever, and stronger too. She became some super tall amazon with very long legs and wide hips, large breasts, but doesn’t seem to be enough to satisfy a supreme being.

Also no newspaper dared to publish anything about the public hero’s sex life, no one dared to investigate either, I guess. He really had free pass to do whatever he wanted with anyone and everyone says 'thank you' to his muscles and smile. But yet they published images, photos and descriptions of him daily. I took one mag that he was reading and it had numerous images of a photoshoot of him showing his progress in double splash pages. Super hires images of his arms, side muscles, even his butt was covered “Mightier than Superman” the bold letter said. To me it looked like porn, it took the centerfold of numerous mags. I think that since Superman died, humanity got desperate for a new role model and my dad became so much more than him power-wise; but the difference was that Superman never spent time at a studio with people measuring his muscular progress.

But then I guess that without any more crimes there wasn’t much for my dad to do. Nothing besides saving lives is worth of his time; some accidents happen here and then, nothing that he couldn’t solve in a couple of minutes. Now I got how Superman had time to be Clark Kent. Another difference was that my father hadn’t a secret identity, he was the superhero full time, only removing his uniform for meditation and sex, I guess.

“Look at the face of that retard!” Brian said over my shoulders. What a brat. He pointed to a photo of a little trucker on the first page, well every guy is a little man near my dad, hanging for his life on my dad’s huge arms, while he was holding his truck in flames with the other hand.

“Dad said that he wanted to talk to us later.” I said to him.

“The big announcement!” Brian said smiling to our towering mom. They both knew something that I didn’t.

“Announcement?” I asked looking at my mom and she seemed apprehensive. I felt an eerie sensation in my guts.

“He said that it will be a big deal.” Brian said. “Maybe dad might let us look at his gym downstairs, the super magnets that he work with.”

“Brian, can I talk with Jake alone, please.”

“Sure.”

He left and mom seated by my side. “I have good news and bad news for you, Jake... we will have another superhero.”

“Are you pregnant?”

“No, not yet, but Mr.Black analyzed your brother’s DNA and... it is compatible.”

“No, no, no... wait, are you telling me Brian will... become like him? Like dad?”

“If he chooses to...” She said.

“Of course that airhead will accept! And me? Why no one took a sample from my blood?”

“It’s a very expensive process, it costs billions from the taxpayers, Jake.”

“And what made him the better candidate? It was dad, wasn’t him?”

“He took his decision and it was a hard one.” By the tone she used it was a done deal, I had no voice to change the fact that my little brother will become a god like dad. I felt like the world was growing all around me, first my dad, then my mother and now Brian.

“When it will happen?” I asked back to her.



“It wont happen until he reaches puberty so don’t worry for now, Jake.”

Could they be that irresponsible? They were doing anything my dad says, of course. Could he be controlling other people’s minds? It was the only reasonable explanation. I was sure, I wouldn’t survive living along side with a teenager god with unheard hormonal overloads, Brian was no innocent... he had a lot of porn in his computers already, I knew him was better than dad. Brian was an obnoxious kid and will be an obnoxious man. Dad never gave him limits and even helped him to be more aggressive and destructive than he was already, the total opposite of what I was.

I had no exit, I couldn’t leave the tower or the Intelligence or my father would bring me back. I couldn’t tell anyone, I had no help, it was top secret, I was surrounded by secret agents. I was locked inside obligated to watch and awe Brian’s inescapable growth, like a small planet orbiting a star becoming a red giant, just waiting for that big supernova explosion... I was incapable to change the heavenly plans. I had no choice but to accept it, so I chose to help to raise the next superhero into a decent being. It could help, I guess.



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[Jaypat]

You are one of my favorite authors on this site. I just had to say that. Holy crap, I can't wait for part 2!

[arpeejay]

Awesome start. I'm looking forward to more, more, more!

xoxo

Richard

[silvershadow]

Wow...That was really really good. I'm not even really into super hero stories because they are usually made too cheesy. But this has a spin of reality on it and I love it. It was also nice compairing to superman. I hope Jake gets the powers...I really do. You made me worry for the character I mean his brat of a brother with the powers. That just screams bad news. I'm looking forward to more of this one.

[hexdog3f8h]

I can imagine several outcomes to this story. I hope Jake get something positive out of this. The worst thing is living like you were just extra baggage. I'm sure he would want to kill himself but all things considered, his dad and his brother would be able to sense and prevent it before it happens. Torture... sheer torture.

[wolfpunk]

awesome! (somehow i don't care if Jake gets big or not, or his brother... Id just like for the dad to be on top of everyone else... but do whatever you want. ) very inspirational...

[xboy]

great one...there is a possibility on a better description of the hugedad?

[danilupoa]

I Can´t wait the next chapter! The next huge teen bullying hero!!!!!

[TheEd]

Thank you guys


This story is about the King, and about the life inside the palace, Jake is just observing and showing how is like to be there. He might leave the shadows or not, we’ll find out, I hope.





God Father – Part 1: ADDENDUM - a little help from my friends

I received some friends the day I discovered that Brian would become a supreme being like dad. I had to be careful because were being monitored by the Intelligence, and everything on that luxurious post-modern Dark Night decoration was bugged. Every single line of conversation, every word spoken, had record transcript for my dad to read in the morning in some seconds.

For more that he had absolute powers over mankind, a flawless beauty and a body to impose respect over Buddha... the almighty Derek Armstrong was somewhat sloppy. While the entire tower kept everything under his control, he let top secret data all over the apartment, over his bed, some disks I even found in the garbage untouched.

“Hey, a memory stick.” Kevin handled to me while taking a seat in front of the uber-expensive TV set.

“Ha, I was searching for that. My photos.” I took it from his hands right away, it was the newest NSA report for my dad. Kevin and Hadley were the only two friends that dad allowed into the apartment. We mostly played games all day, but I could bet that they were here just to get closer of my dad, the large 200pol auto-3D OLED display TV was just an excuse for them coming here to relief their new obsession over him. They used to hate him when he was just a cop busting out our dealer friends, now, well, Kevin and Hadley secretly worshipped him.

My dad talked about it: “I never realized that Kevin and Hadley were gay. I mean, really son, it is almost rude. Those two couldn’t stop ogling at my butt for God’s sake. Correction... My sake.” He was being sarcastic because no one, not even me, could stop glancing at those two massive cannonballs hugging his uniform so tightly; but he wanted me to hear he saying that the ‘tough guys from our street’ were all gay over him, like they were different from anyone else; man, half of the male population went gay because of him, even some lesbians turned to other side, I was sure, he was the ultimate alpha, his insane muscularity was poisonous to every other male ego around. I’m not defending my friends to not be gays, but I was sure he catches that same stunned reaction from most people he met personally, gays or not. I was sure that might be one of his powers, a superpower for attraction: he could be an ass to people and yet they reacted like they met Bill Clinton. I guessed that it was a power that emanated from his muscles and every flex was a dart into your senses. I noticed it first hand when he was just a little over six feet tall at the first months of his amazing transformation. I never cared of how he looked before, he was just dad, but then I saw him flexing his arms during a dinner to show how much he was changing. All my senses got focused on that single image, on the mass of his bicep pulsing and arising as he pumped them, and then I started to care a lot about how about his looks. It was hard for me to realize that I couldn’t escape of glancing at his developing pecs under his old shirts and clothes, which he destroyed one by one, just to show off bigger muscles than yesterday. I realized that his bare muscles had a profound impact on people, and bigger they became, more fall into the trap of obsession over him, even my ‘tough friends’ and sometime I wondered if he was aware of this sultry power emanating from him, if not I should tell him sooner or later.

Presently his height was of 7’4 or 2.26 meters tall, in another words, I saw day-by-day Derek Armstrong growing two feet in height, from average joe to god in less than two years. By now I have to crane my head up to see over his pecs, even seated he got taller than me standing up. During the last months he talked a lot about religion, God and the bible telling me the horseshit it all was, that it was all a big scam –we were your typical protestant agnostic family, btw- and he was reasoning his atheism to me a lot, talking about the immensity of cosmos and the infinite possibilities of quantum matter, and that there is no God... until now. Recently he has been joking a lot that humanity had finally found a God: Him. I tried to convince him to buy a car and he would always reply: “Why would God need a car?” In the end he bought a black Ferrari that he didn’t fit after a month, he destroyed its seats and doorframe the last time he drove it. Well, I was starting to think that he might be taking this joke too seriously by calling himself a God all the time between the family.

I was lost in my thoughts when Hadley asked me “I heard that your dad’s biceps surpassed 33 inches last week, is that true?” Hadley asked me... and yes, I knew the answer: “Those photos were from a month ago. It’s bigger now. Soon his arms will be bigger than my waist.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, but Jake is super thin.” Kevin said. “And one inch more into his giant arms is nothing, undetectable.” I agreed with him, I do hit the gym and my arms never grew much more than an inch, it made a hell of difference, on my dad it was one more drop on the ocean.

“Is he coming here? Today?” Hadley asked me again handing me over the joystick.

“I don’t know.” I ignored him going to the kitchen. It was a bad time for them to visit me, my mom just told about Brian to become supreme and he never got along with any of my friends, he always took my dad’s side since ever, calling them nerds or pussies on my back. Obviously dad and him talked a lot about them. Luckily the apartment was big enough for Brian and me to be apart, or he would be taunting Hadley or Kevin about their bad habits or their awkward sociability. But they were cool, not the coolest, but they were cool, friendly, and they got the free pass from dad. Even him knew that I needed some friends.

“Do you have tickets for his next Carnage? I heard that will be nearby.” Carnage was a weekly charity event that my dad was doing to show off his superpowers, just destroying things old locomotives or destroying some big abandoned structures to dust. Some people found it to be so terrifying and exhilarating that the last Carnage Special Edition Box ($199 each) with eight hours of my dad pulverizing stuff with his ungodly muscles and powers (in high definition) got four billion dollars in sales, no one dared to pirate a God. The cover had a shot of his immense pecs receiving a rain of bullets as usual. It needed fresh ideas; anyway the point is that my dad, Derek Armstrong was not just a superhero, but was also becoming a superpopstar of some kind, that instead of concerts, he did those Carnages every week in a different location or new countries to conquer hearts and minds. The floors 42nd to 54th of the tower handled exclusively with those mega events, dealing with billionaire contracts and licenses, and creating huge events for my dad to handle himself (literally) tons of money to hospitals and orphanages. How noble.

I answered Hadley: “The next Carnage will be at an airplane cemetery field some hundred miles from here. Yeah, I have tickets.”

“Coool.” Both of them said to each other. “He’ll do the Meteor stunt?!” Obviously they were aroused by the idea of him crushing several B-22 WW2 airplanes in every way imaginable, or inimaginable. He had a new stunt every show, on the last one he made part of the audience to levitate, many hoping to be under his spectacular powers again, there was an entire black market for the Carnage tickets.

“I think your dad should run the country.” Hadley said.

“By brute force he could run the planet. China included.” Kevin agreed.

“He would end corruption like this.” Hadley said snapping his fingers. “No one would ever lie to him, he’s perfect for the job.” Now they were fantasizing him to be a superpresident. It would be impossible; the powers-that-be has a red button somewhere to cancel his powers. They would never let dad to boss them, I was sure of that, it was the deal.

After some hours playing the same game, we heard a sonic boom shaking every glass windows of the tower, it was his new way to say ‘dad’s home’. My friends stood up to see better his heroic form flying over the sunset sky circling the tower, their mouths were full opened and watering I could tell. My dad waved to them and they almost couldn’t react of being so close of such ultimate being. Or ogling at his arms or his crotch, I wasn’t sure.

Obeying his mental command all the front windows opened for him and a strong flow of wind almost knocked us out. Without his cape the wind had no effect on him. Slowly with his arms crossed he entered home without walking only levitating his immense mass and volume, making us to look even higher at his towering height; he was godlike all the time at home and I got used to it, but Kevin and Hadley didn’t. Were they shaking and trembling? So soon?

“Hey Kids, want to see something cool?” Dad asked above us, Kevin and Hadley nodded mindlessly to his powerful voice. I noticed immediately that his dark blue full body uniform was different, that it had more specular reflections than usual, like some strange leather effect making his huge muscles to look even more stupidly evident than it already was.

Mentally he commanded the windows and the curtains to close and dimmed down the lights. We could see only a light penumbra around his muscles and his jutting groins, but his monolithic hypertrophied shoulders was in complete darkness, but even then I could see the shape of his massive pecs bouncing slowly. Then, a faint light started emerge around his pecs, pulsing together with his chest. He was smiling at our freaked faces, it was a new trick. “What the hell, dad? Radiation?” I asked as his uniform was shining some blue glow highlighting all his muscles.

He explained: “This new uniform just came from the labs, kids, now people will be able to see me flying at night. Wait there... I just need some more concentration on this...” He pumped more slowly this time. “This is very new to me, kids, I need to do it carefully...” Dad kept moving those two enormous masses of muscle up and down almost hypnotically, seeking some kind of right frequency; I saw Kevin and Hadley moving their eyes in synch without blinking. He continued: “It feeds from the power that I hold in my pectorals. They have so much power that it might burn this uniform instantly.” Dad started to pump his pecs alternatively this time and the blue glow spread all over the new strange muscle fitting uniform, then he gave some final pumps and it all got brighter and brighter. “Just a little more...” he said fine-tuning his superhuman pecs, not too fast and not too slow, it moved like a clock. “There.” His uniform illuminated the entire hall and was become too bright to look at. His muscular body floated a little higher above us and crossing he crossed his bulging arms again. “It’s fun, isn’t it? And useful. Now car and planes will see me at night, it’s great isn’t it?”

I felt the heat emanating from him, he looked like a Sun above us. “For how long it will last?” I asked using my palm to block its brightness.

“Now that is charged it will last for some hours at this brightness. I did not really test it. I don’t want to explode the light emission cells, I don’t want to end naked.” He said. “I can change other things, look.” His uniform started to flash a blinding red light together. “Now people will know that I’m on patrol.”

“Turn it off! It’s damn too strong for our eyes.” I pleaded. As soon as he complied I perceived his muscular outline marking my eye’s retina for some ten seconds.

He turned on the lights and he had descended between us tree, his second-skin uniform changed some dark red car painting. “I can choose any color, many textures, cool, isn’t?” He chucked down at the speechless Kevin marveling those 34 inches of hard muscles clad in a deep red. At his other side he hardly saw Hadley under his pecs; but I saw Hardley’s eyes centered at the middle of my dad’s thighs, the unreal package sticking out of such monstrous quads.

Dad sensed that Hadley was in trance, so he asked the other one? “What’s your favorite color, Kevin?”

Kevin took a time because it was God that was asking him a direct question.

“Is it green?” God, I mean, dad asked. His uniform shifted to a dark green skin and he epically spread his muscular wings over us: “how about the Hulk...” dad took a step back and shot his most muscular at us, his traps where monstrous engulfing his head. –a note; big as the Hulk indeed, he looked proportionally bigger, a bigshoulder-to-smallwaist ratio balance, remembering that even his abs had more muscles than my entire body. The more I looked up and down at his unreal body, new details sparkled to me, it seemed that I would never stop charting his body, the territory was immense, so easy to be lost. He relaxed his freaky olympian muscles to think about the next color:

“Is it yellow, like Wolverine?” He flexed his arms like adamantium claws would emerge from his hands. His massive muscles were putting the new uniform to test,. and a wild test it was, each muscle fought each other for space, I found amazing his flexibility with such mass in his body, it was a symphony.

Clearly my father wasn’t expecting any answer from those two dweebs, he was just messing with them and testing his new toy. Both were blown away by his super muscularity like they saw Jesus. I saw people to react even worse than them, which I wont tell here, it was just too degrading. “There are not many colors left... Kevin” dad said exploring the various hues and the colors sometimes superimpose themselves adding a colorful aura on each of his muscles. “There is a color left? Oh, yes” he said to Kevin: “Pink.”

His uniform shifted to a complete pink color. “Is that your favorite color, Kevin?” I just rolled my eyes at his stupidity and Kevin didn’t know what to say, he was unable to react. “I think it doesn’t make me less masculine, right kids?” He double flexed his ungodly arms at us hitting his expensive post-modern chandelier. “Oops, sometimes I forget that I got just too big for this furniture. I need to change it again.”

My kid brother Brian heard the noise and saw dad using a pink uniform over his massive muscles. “What the hell dad? What the hell is this?”

“My new uniform, don’t you like it?”

“Err... no! It’s too... faggy!” Brian said.

“Well Brian, some people could like pink... so respect that.” He said looking at Kevin and Hadley. Dad stuffed his chest shamelessly as the superhero he was, both authoritative and magnanimous, even in a ridiculous pink uniform.

“Stop that, dad.” I asked and he shifted his uniform color to white. He have me another wink pointing up Kevin and Hadley still motionless. I guess that he thought that was doing some kind of cool ‘favor’ to my ‘newly gay’ friends... but thinking again he could be right.

“Holy shit, dad, so your uniform can change color now?” Brian said touching its fiber.

“Sure thing, son. Come with me, let’s show it to the city.” With Brian on his neck, dad jumped and flew away lighting up his luminous uniform. Brian loved those rides as... well as me, but I was too old for that. If I had to hold on his several muscles I wouldn’t pay much attention to the ride itself. It was better for me to avoid it.

Kevin and Hadley had the sudden urge to go back to their homes. I could see that both were a bit uncomfortable of being so charged up; they will spend the rest of the night jacking off in honor of their new god, searching for him over the sky, over the news channels, but really there was no escape from him, he was everywhere, from billboards to the internet; and without crime, very few things were newsworthy: just the weather and some bad excuse to display his mind-blowing muscles in some new angle. Even the respected PrimeTimes had a multiple section dedicated to Derek Armstrong in new heroic bold images; sure he redacted every word at light speed before they turned the presses. He had absolute control of the press and don’t ask me how or why, it couldn’t be his muscles alone.

Heck, I needed a fast shower before he comes back.

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[hexdog3f8h]

This is a great story! Please continue it soon.

This makes me wonder what Brian and his Dad say when Jake is not around. Will Jake's friends completely abandon him or use him just to get to his dad or Brian for that matter? It also seems as if Brian and his Dad are beginning to look down on people. Will that ultimately happen to Jake will he be deemed unworthy of respect from them?

I have so many questions on this story now...

I hope Jake gets SOMETHING out of the deal and not just the opportunity to grow "as a person" or just the benefit of getting to be in the presence of super sized muscle more often than the general public.

I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

[Jaypat]

Whatever you come up with I'm sure it will be wonderful and dark. Personally I can't wait for Brian to start growing, but then that's me. I'm kind of hung up on the whole growth thing.

[TheEd]

thanks Jaypat, It’s a little dark for the thrills, but I’ll try to make it a bit more wonderful than dark, if I can






God Father – Part 1: A SECOND ADDENDUM – Shhh! Dad is meditating



Once a day dad took a time to seek ‘awareness’ and now that he became a superhero he did it religiously. My uncle was an old-time practitioner and insisted on teaching it to us. Did you ever saw a bodybuilder doing a full lotus position? Like I said, Derek Armstrong and his bull sized super muscles had great flexibility, a half lotus position was pretty hard even for me, but dad did a full lotus even with legs wider than my chest.

So everyday he stayed there in his briefs taking the center of our spacious living room, he would stay there steadily floating for an hour and nothing could break his concentration. Brian repeatedly tried to break it doing noises, faking farts, crying wolf and even tickling his iron muscles, but dad kept his eyes shut, motionless, stationary, in complete self-control. One time Brian pressed a big block of ice against his back and none of his muscles reacted. When Brian took a lighter I stopped him, he was going to far and we started a fight right there in front of him, he remained quiet, like we wasn’t there, in full super concentration. Nothing could break it unless some real emergency call; dad could distinguish perfectly Brian’s fake calls from the real ones, and was promptly ready for any crisis and to fight as the competent superhero he was.

Lately he hasn’t received many calls. They wouldn’t call him for a traffic accident or mundane burglary, only special operations; dad imposed a limit of what was his job and what were the police duties. The huge Prime Police Corps, once essential for keeping the law, became quite useless after dad ended with all criminal organizations last year. Now, if someone committed some stupidity like robbing a drugstore ten police cars would appear. Really, 90% of the police force became redundant after dad grew enough to be supreme. Dad was talking about Reforms, and that meant that he was thinking in the elimination of 20.000 jobs, it was half of the Prime Police Corps. They wont be happy about the news.

Anyway, with a pacified country, he could spend time on his meditation and reading exabytes of information –when he’s not fucking. I would say 50-50, I calculated that half of his free time he spent inside countless hot women, orgies perhaps, he was a Nordic giant god of sex after all, and obviously inside the family we knew zero to nothing about his secret affairs.

Dad could read a 600-page report in less than an hour and memorized it effortlessly. It did not make him wiser or more intelligent, I guess, he just looked hell smarter giving out answers on every subject, as his muscles grew, faster his brain could read. I think that dad memorized the entire wikipedia already; Brian and me tested him exhaustively asking the most absurd questions like “Where is the Temple of Eshmun?” and he answered word by word: “an ancient place of worship dedicated to Eshmun, the Phoenician god of healing. It is located near the Awali river, 2 kilometres northeast of Sidon in southwestern Lebanon... etc... etc.” Obviously it didn’t make him to understand Quantum Mechanics, but knowing every Quantum experiment outcome was a good start. That was the superpower that I wanted for myself. That’s why he was meditating so much: to assimilate all this information, to make connections, to find answers, perhaps his place in the universe.

For some time his sessions were becoming more supernatural, he was starting to lift objects around him. It remembered Luke in Dagobah piling stones... or more like the movie Poltergeist. I was not sure if dad was aware that his telekinetic powers were active when meditating; lucky for us that soon before his meditating ended everything went back to their original positions like were never moved.

The fact of doing this in his briefs was another story; nothing would wake him up so I took the time to appreciate the view. This time Brian and Mom left the apartment to buy some groceries, Kevin and Hadley had gone and I was all-alone with dad (almost) naked in lotus position floating in front of me. I passed my hand over his face for any reaction and as always there was none. Only then I could be so close of his muscles, his delts were the size of a big helmet and hard as one, even with him seated like that I had to look up at it and I touched that wall of pure raw muscles lightly, muscles that could move the Moon, as he did some months to avoid a catastrophe. He was even stronger now and I was touching it, my hands and fingers lost in the bulk of his triceps, I had to control myself.

So I sat at the couch, he was some seven feet away in front of me, levitating some three feet from his meditation cushion on the floor. From there I still could feel the cold airflow going thru his nostrils and returning denser hotter at me. It was quiet there, the only his heavenly titanic bare chest along with his peaceful deep slow breathing were moving.

I noticed that he was letting his hair to grow longer and he looked even younger, which probably was a suggestion from his PR. His zero-fat body looked pumped as a hotdog even in this relaxed state.

Calvin Klein was paying some hundreds of millions just for my dad to wear their briefs with exclusivity; the money went to charity, why a god would need money? And so dad never repeated a underwear on their courtesy. I must say that they were doing a superb job on his customized boxers, briefs and thongs. Well, it had to be customized because no other man on the planet shared his phenomenal measurements, especially That measurement.

He was wearing a casual white brief now, nothing too transparent unfortunately, just hella tight, his package stretched it to the max... it startled me. “look at the size of that thing” I heard from strangers about its girth, thicker than my arm, its preposterous indecent volume, it was too much for a superhero, but then he wasn’t your vanilla superhero. Maybe mom didn’t frown down on his affairs because no one alone could handle that thing, it was the supreme cock, people should bow to it.

For a fraction of a second I thought I saw it moving, getting larger maybe, I wasn’t sure. It was better to leave.

I walked towards the corridor and the door was close “Weird, I don’t remember...” I tried to open and it was locked... no, it was unlocked, it was the door itself that seemed glued on the doorframe. Looking around I noticed that all doors around him were closed with me inside; Brian told me that it happened with him once and only when dad woke up from his meditation the doors opened again. “Shit, he just started...” I thought to myself, I was locked there for at least an hour.

So I sat on the couch again facing him. So I meditated on his form with my eyes on level with his crotch jutting from his wide-opened legs. He was floating higher than before, some five feet. Weird. I noticed that his hair was releasing itself from the gravity, floating like the rest. Something different was happening there... was he attaining Enlightenment? I noticed his supreme cock to twitch again. Something was indeed happening.

The decoration around him shook a little, and the decorative stones, glasses, vases were like his cushion floating under his power like a bubble soup. I knew that dad would never harm me, he would wake up first, I had nothing to fear being by his side, I guess, but something was out of place. I glanced again at his crotch and it was not so rested anymore, it was inflating in like balloon being slowly filled with drops water, very slowly and steady; he maintained his serene face. Maybe a woody, a little unconscious boner, maybe it was just normal.

Heavier furniture started to float together with the vases and flowers, the bulky of my couch left the carpet. Before I could react I was some six or seven feet over the ground, and the couch started to circle his body, orbiting his muscles with me and everything else; a carrousel with my dad on the center. I tightly held on the couch.

I was finally start to fearing him as a God, that even unconsciously he had power over everything around him, but I feared the most that ungodly thing growing between his extreme quads. Each time the flying couch circled his wide back, I saw his package bloating in his briefs, just fueling it. His briefs getting transparent all over his enlarging balls and that thick head more evident, his briefs wouldn’t last much longer. Should I try to wake him up? I was also mesmerized by the size of that tool; it was still soft and my two open hands wouldn’t circle the size of that package. His balls were indeed filling up too, was that possible?

A loud rip from his white briefs woke me up but it didn’t collapsed yet; like the Titanic, its collapse was a mathematical certainty, it will sink. With all furniture seamlessly floating and orbiting him, a chair or a table would block my vision as I avoided any collision mid-air, but it seemed that everything was perfect harmony but his briefs. Facing the muscle sea of his back I watched the spheres of his muscular mass to tear away marks of a tiger on his briefs, its end was near.

Then, for a moment, the floating furniture slowed down, the smaller things first and the big couch last, and my face slowly positioned at direct view of his hardening cock, it was a mast pointing at me, his balls pulsing bigger. His elastic briefs completely transparent by now, trying to containing a full foot of more cock, that was still enlarging itself, slowly pointing its apple head at me. None of his huge muscles moved or jerked, only his huge cock and his extreme pecs slowly waving over me, his deep breath winding my hair in synchrony with the wall of abs facing me. His breath was calm but powerful, it felt like I was footing the edge of an active volcano that might explode any moment. Beyond his pecs I could see his eyes shut in complete wholeness, his hair still floating sensing every vibration of the universe. But he wasn’t he aware of what was happening to his briefs down there? Awareness my ass.

I heard his briefs to rip again, his cock got more inches larger, I was panicking as I saw it going wider, heavier, imperious, growing to a foot and a half over his giant quads. Maybe higher than that, hard to say because his entire body was so monumental, but that monstrous thing suddenly looked proportional to me.

Until it started to grow again... “Oh shit.” I said to myself seeking cover... I was in the line of fire; each band of his briefs ripped alerting me to run, the sound of huge tree groaning before falling. The strong fabric of his briefs was nothing to his superhuman body, his cock know was like the prow of the Titanic sinking now, and I truly felt like those poor souls watching it going higher into the sky. His briefs got tight as drums, pushing his bigger balls out and they dropped to each side of the white tent, building more super sperm. I asked myself how he found so many women willing to fuck such a thing, did they knew the size of that thing? Didn’t he drown women with it? His balls grew to the sized of grapefruits and his polished pole was reach almost two feet, bigger than my forearm, anyone’s forearm. “Impossible” I mumbled to myself.

Suddenly I heard his briefs giving out its last cries before being propelled by the unstoppable organ. It hit me square in the face like a punch, launching me backwards down the floor. But I didn’t fall. My dad’s psi powers held me floating like the rest of the furniture around. I couldn’t see nothing but the hot, humid and salty jockstrap on my face. It was so stretched out that covered my entire face like a mask. I felt a scent like any other, I remembered that even his piss became aromatic, that he didn’t use any deodorant. I took a deep breath on those hot briefs before tearing it from my face. The ruined briefs, the stress it suffered, marveled me. No one could have sex with this... no one. It was inhuman.

He was without his briefs now. Naked and hovering behind the couch, and slowly I saw his hair, moving my body over the air I saw his face immutable, absolute, not caring that he was completely naked in the living room. Moving my head more I saw his broad neck flaring to even wider muscles, his traps always grabbed my full attention first, then his shoulders wide as a door, the two enormous bowling balls called deltoids holding 34 inches of power down beneath. In moments of doubt just take a peek of his pecs, they will remember that he’s a god; not just pure muscle but also nuclear bombs, sometime I swear I saw a halo emanating from each of those two slabs of muscle. Then I saw it rising over them:

“No, it couldn’t be...” I said to my self three times. It was much more than two feet, perhaps three. “No way.” I was unable to tear my eyes away, my eyes followed inch by inch, it was now a scientific expedition, I was witnessing something unknown to mankind, obviously he couldn’t fuck anyone with that, something else happened when he fucked, had to be. Perhaps mom would get big enough one day to have what I was seeing.

Slowly thick veins pulsed more blood to other smaller veins; his cock was so perfect that was maddening. Maybe the insane painters were after the image I was seeing. From its huge purple helmet white blobs started to form and float, he was inducing himself towards an orgasm without even thinking about it. I was facing the monumental cock aimed at me when I thought “should I move my face away?” too late.

I just saw his huge balls twitching before a ball of cum hit my face, like someone threw a filled balloon with white hot cum, it spun me around the apartment by sheer force; it covered my hair, my eyes, my mouth, everywhere, even my ears. My spinning stopped and I could finally breath, to take off the puddles of cum from my face, which was dense and yellowish, but nothing supernatural, it was just lots of salty cum. Nevertheless, it was an amount produce by a thousand men, I was fascinated as aroused as it wetness flooded my shirt, shame on me, I couldn’t stop anymore, I was getting hard, and mr.hyde was emerging.

Like a 2001 astronaut, I traveled towards his body, I was completely wet and the doors were locked. So how could it be worse? It was my chance to find out if nothing really can break his concentration; I approached his cock carefully like Apollo 11, it was still hard, still pointing towards the sky, his balls had shrink but were pulsing again, limitless factories, filling again and even faster. I looked up his pecs were eclipsing his face, but I didn’t care anymore. Nothing on earth would stop me from touching it, not even if he wakes up and breaks my neck. My mouth was salivating at the forbidden act of touching the cock of a god, of a superhero, I didn’t care from whom that cock was from, it was once in a lifetime.

It didn’t react to the touch of my fingers, so I kept on. I expected to feel iron, it was hot, rubber-like and tough. I put my two hands over the immensity of his phallus and I noticed his balls to twitch again, pulsing in bigger steps than before, so I started to stimulate a little more. I kept attention to his breath, which was the same, then I started to move my hands faster around his three feet pole like a maniac.

I felt his ball filling up, getting heavier, I stroke more, started to kiss and lick, I wanted to see it flood the apartment with it, to shoot like a machine gun. I removed my shirt and enveloped his third leg with my arms, a sex with a single organ, I was molesting the superhero, I didn’t care, his balls were reacting to me and for once he was under my control. He abused my privacy first, so I’m just returning the favor.

For ages I wanted to explore his pecs, his biceps were easy, he would flex now and then, but to feel his pecs was a privilege of a few. His hairless chest was broader than my body, maybe thick as my chest, in full range of my hands; I tried to hold my own load as I touched those mega orbs traveling down his brick abs. I positioned myself between his cock and his chest, his nipples pointing down to me, parallel to my mouth. I was drunk driven, I had to leak it, each nipple the size of my thumb, his cock pressing me against the wall of his abs and my lips towards his pec. It was too hard for me to not blow but I held it, I wanted him to cum first.

His balls got the size of softballs and his cock stiff as a rooted tree. Nothing could stand on its path, it was the cock of a god, holy and terrifying. It consumed my soul as rubbed my face on it like a bitch in heat, anyone in my situation would be his bitch. With my hand over his left nipple and my bare feet around his balls, I felt it getting rounder and bigger, I could feel him near to explode again.

It was the last movement, with just a leak on that massive head I felt mountains of cum start to pulse inside his shaft. “It’ll going to be epic” I said as I hug his penis.

It was a shotgun. It hit the couch like a fly, tossing it violently to the panoramic windows splattering it in a huge blast. “Shit...” I looked down at his balls and they were enlarging again in an alarming rate, building more supreme cum, his cock aimed higher at the high ceiling now, it was self-sustained, a chain reaction. A second shot from his unbelievable cock fired another wave of destruction, nothing in its direction was safe, not even the concrete ceiling above us. I saw the mass of white shattering the lights like a grenade, I covered myself under his pecs as the debris fallen over us. His cock was ready to explode again, starting to press me harder against his abs, harder and bigger than ever, I was in total awe of such weapon of mass destruction, heating up, charging again, his balls big as vibrating grapefruits, pulsing and producing one more exceptional dense sea of white semen. I didn’t know if I closed my eyes or not. His might cock crushed me against his body, his cock and his abs compressed my lungs with his deep breath.

It wasn’t a shotgun anymore, it became a canon; it deafened my ears as it shot an obliterating load towards the concrete ceiling creating an explosion and a cloud of dust. Trapped between his cock and muscles I tried to look up and saw the night sky above us, he just had punched a big hole with his superhuman load; his balls filled again even faster than before and shot again in a ear splitting bang destroying half of the apartment. “What I have done?” I asked myself as his cock pulverized the furniture, the decoration, the glass windows and walls. Anyone in the path of those jet streams would be crushed beyond recognition. It was really, really dangerous. My dad’s cock fired five more blasts before stopping suddenly.

I lived. His cock started to deflate slowly, releasing me from the muscle prison that was his body. The cloud of dust and debris stopped falling from the ceiling. I watched several Carnages but nothing prepared to see our home destroyed by his cock. “What I’ll tell mom?”

Dad’s meditation kept on, his cock slowly went back to his ‘normal’ soft size. The apartment seemed to be on the blink of collapse, dark, some more debris still falling. The holes over the three-feet thick concrete had the size of a car tire, but nothing that my dad’s billions wouldn’t fix.

Slowly my feet hit the ground, I put back soaked shirt in shock, I had dust all over me. The chairs and the decoration went back to its place as it happened before, but then I wouldn’t believe that the destroyed walls and windows would also obey his superhuman mindfulness. I was wrong again. Like a reverse shot, the debris and the glass piece by piece restored the ceiling and the windows. “He’s truly a god” I remembered myself. The couch, mom’s favorite, floated back to the apartment, rebuilt as new, like its falling from the hundredth floor hadn’t happened. In less than a minute he had undone all destruction.

I looked at dad naked above me and his serene stance was the same, like nothing happened at all. I looked again and he was wearing his briefs again, brand as new.

Only my hair and clothes were still soaked.

I heard mom and Brian to enter the corridor. “Why the doors were locked?”

I already had run for my bathroom before anyone could see me covered with that white thick goo. It took me an hour to remove his cum from my body, the hair was the hardest.

Later that night I found dad using his robe and drinking a cup of green tea. His robe couldn’t cover his pecs entiretly, which made me pause a little before entering the living room. “How was meditation, dad?” I asked.

“Insightful.” He said down at me and went back to his readings.

...

[Reeza]

Wow! Best erection ever. This is great stuff.

[JohnNewEngland]

Oh man, this is the hottest story I've read on here in a long time. LOVE IT. You've put an entirely new spin on supernatural growth and powers. Please continue. This is an epic tale. Well done!!

[iluvbigmen]

I LOVE this story ... I love that the new Superman does both men and women Can't wait for more! Thank you for your great work

[hexdog3f8h]

You have done it now... this story is addictive. I keep reading it over and over. Best story yet!

I find it odd and maybe it's just me over-reading. But I could have sworn that it was said that it was too expensive for the taxpayers to pay for Jake to be tested... and yet any damage could be covered by "Dad's billions." Makes me want to focus on why Jake really didn't get tested.

Please continue as soon as possible.

[TheEd]

Yeah, it was a bullshit excuse. But his billions are the taxpayer's money, he is a state sponsored god, I mean, superhero.

[Mad Dog]

Awesome, awesome story. I was rock hard the whole way through. :3

[hexdog3f8h]

Originally Posted by TheEd

Yeah, it was a bullshit excuse. But his billions are the taxpayer's money, he is a state sponsored god, I mean, superhero.

As I said, this story has me completely captured into it. I can't help but be slightly annoyed that Jake may end up some unworthy slave/muscle groupie to his godlike dad and brother... But then again, being surrounded by all of that godly muscle may want anyone to submit willingly. That is why this story is so good. It has welled up emotions like this for me so significantly. You tell a very good tale!

Keep up the excellent work.






Okay... I'll be quiet now. :P

[bob2000]

I hope this story isn't forgotten...more to come?

[JohnNewEngland]

I second that. I hate to bug authors about continuing their stories, because I know how much work it is to crank them out, but this one is so good and has so much potential. I hope we get to read more. :-)

[Jaypat]

Please add my name to the list of those who are anxiously waiting for another chapter.

[msclundylvr]

I am not sure how I missed this until now. Keep up the FANTASTIC writing! The meditation scene was beyond words!

[iceman75]

Yeah, this story has been insanely hot so far, and I can't wait to read more.

[mtext]

Oh WOW... best meditation-session EVER! The whole concept is great, and some awesome storytelling only makes it even better... Count yet another fan waiting and hoping for more!

[blak9221]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Continue! So good.

[TheEd]

Hey guys,sorry about not replying earlier to so many compliments on this story

Thanks!
I wrote some 1/3 of a second part, I hope to bring it here soon.

[danilupoa]

Please Ed! Can´t wait!

[alex.rif]

Amazing story! Hope reading the next chapter soon...

[JohnNewEngland]

I hate to bug an author about adding a chapter because it's a lot to ask, but please know that I'm a huge fan of this story and can't wait to see what you come up with next. :-)

[Jaypat]

Originally Posted by JohnNewEngland

I hate to bug an author about adding a chapter because it's a lot to ask, but please know that I'm a huge fan of this story and can't wait to see what you come up with next. :-)

Let me second that!

[hexdog3f8h]

Originally Posted by Jaypat

Let me second that!

Digging this one up.

I third it.

I've been on pins and needles for months!

[blak9221]

I have to dig this one up again. I WANT TO SEE IT CONTINUED!

[portamivia]

I can't add to this thread, because I'm still waiting for Ed to continue the ONE BEFORE THIS... ;-)

[TheEd]

I was writing it, but my hd went kaput

As soon as I restore the time machine backup, I'll continue... I'm also curious about it

[silvershadow]

Originally Posted by TheEd

I was writing it, but my hd went kaput

As soon as I restore the time machine backup, I'll continue... I'm also curious about it

Wow really!? I'm sorry to hear that. Thank you for staying dedicated.

[Bradykins]

This was an awesome story when it was posted. I love it. I'm glad someone posted and revived it!

The only thing that annoyed me was the character's younger brother being selected to become a superhero. Honestly if it was me I'd be mad as hell and be plotting someway to worm my way into his spot.

I'm actually hoping he will somehow be able to become a superhero himself, or at least become the villain thanks his father overlooking him.

Hope your HD get's recovered soon and you can start writing soon!

[LovesEmHandsome]

This story popped into my head the other day and I ended up searching for it to give it another read-through. Really hoping that another part comes out eventually. With the father packing so much intense power and the brother potentially going through it too, I can't help but be curious what the son is going to go through trying to keep up with these super-human muscle titans.

[skumbum]

Found it again thanks to being bumped by LovesEmHandsome. Can't wait to hear what happens between Jake and Brian...

[JohnNewEngland]

Dear Ed,

Your anxious fans need a Christmas present. :-) Any hopes of seeing another installment of this titanically good story?