Jason Grows Up - Chapter I: Charmed and Dangerous

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WARNING: This story contains subject matter (dad/son incest implications) that may be offensive to readers and has been written merely for the purpose of fantasy fiction. The writer would like to make it clear that he does NOT support the behavior depicted within this story. For the record - any situation described herein is only written for the sake of fictitious entertainment. By reading this story and/or posting comments, you agree that this story has absolutely no place in real life. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.


Jason has always been confident kid, due in part to the good-looks and tall athletic build he’d been blessed with, thanks to genes from his extremely beautiful mother. Adding to his already lucky mix of genetics were a square jaw, giving him a robust boyish look; a thick but perfectly shaped nose, which only added to his already obvious masculinity; a full head of dark and wavy hair with locks that always seemed to find a way to fall into his face, hiding his eyes and allowing the rest of his features to carry him, until he would fling his head back – forcing his bangs up and off his face to allow anyone he was looking at, or talking to, the brief glimpse at his piercing bright blue eyes until his bangs fell back down onto his face. It was for just that reason, even since he was a baby that everyone wanted to make Jason happy – if for nothing more than just to see that perfect smile light up his beautifully masculine young face.

Making friends was never a worry for Jason; from first grade onward, most of his classmates wanted to be his friend or at least wanted to be around him. Parents of other children would call his mother out of the blue and ask for play-dates with Jason, leaving his mother worried but not surprised by her boy’s popularity – after finding it difficult to say no to so many requests with her son so fully booked all the time. It wasn’t long before Jason’s mother put a stop to play-dates altogether, after being offered money at an alarming amount and increasing number of offers that she felt would turn the innocent playtime of young children into 'pay-dates.' Eventually the proud and beautiful mother felt she could instead offer an open invitation to all parents - for their children to come over and play with Jason on weekends when they weren’t busy. The result was a far better arrangement and provided Jason’s beautiful mother the opportunity to play hostess, meeting and chatting with many of the parents over coffee. No one noticed when it happened since it was a very slow transition but eventually the parents that would showing up with children became the father’s job, no doubt taking on the responsibility in hopes for the chance to flirt with the popular boy’s gorgeous mother, while allowing their wives a free day to shop or go to the spa or salon and pamper themselves. With her husband hard at work on a new project that took up their weekends, Jason’s mother became the center of attention for a flock of married men – who’s children crowded around her equally magnetic and attractive little boy in the back-yard.

By the time Jason was 13 years old, puberty hit and boy did it hit him like a freight-train. With his mother kept busy in her social life and his dad locked away away in the laboratory he had built in the basement, always consumed with his work, Jason was often left in the hands of one of their many unpaid baby-sitters. Getting one even last minute was a breeze since the boy’s mother only had to make a phone call from her lengthy list of volunteers who were all-too-eager to sit with Jason for free. In fact, while it seemed odd to his dad, it had come with no surprise to his mother – who assumed word had spread after mentioning they were looking for one with a few of the fathers one weekend, years ago – when the phone began ringing off the hook from high-school girls offering to baby sit Jason. It was more than likely that the girls who called were daughters of the fathers who brought their youngest to play with Jason on the weekends but after being offered money by a few of the girls who wanted to baby sit Jason, she wondered if that were true. The idea made Jason’s mother angry and annoyed at the nerve of any girl who would offer such an arrangement, considering them obvious and pushy while having no doubt what they really wanted from her son. The idea – while understandable she thought, considering Jason – was something she preferred not to have to think about – and certainly nothing she could mention to her chemical engineer husband since he would not understand, despite being so intelligent.

The attention Jason got after puberty set in was unmistakable and despite his young age his mother still believed he needed a baby-sitter despite the boy’s continued growth-spurt, which took his voice down a few octaves and caused him to grow noticeably taller every week as his body thicken out, maintaining his perfect proportions. Each and every day brought the boy new-found interest from strangers, some even stopping their cars on the street to talk to him and ask who he was. Having been so used to attention from others all his life, none of it bothered Jason and he would always welcome the opportunity to chat with a friendly face, while his friendly and courteous demeanor gradually became increasingly masculine and sexually attractive to others.

Now at the age of 14, Jason stands 6’2” in bare-feet and weighs 180lbs. Each day finds the teenager becoming thicker and body-hair has even begun sprouting under his arms and on his legs, spreading further and thicker daily - making him appear much more masculine and grown-up that his tender teen years would admit. While looking the part, Jason remained clueless towards the meaning of all the touching and groping his many baby-sitters seemed to enjoy while keeping him company when his parents were busy. The hunky teenager concluded that girls were just plain strange, being taught by so much experience that they will giggle and squeal if he imitates their actions and puts his hands where theirs go and squeeze and pull like they do. While confused as to why, Jason always played along with his baby-sitters since they were always so authoritative when he didn’t want to. He was actually happy now because his mother had agreed finally, that he needed no more baby-sitting and that was fine with him – since girls were just weird and demanding, although fun and playful they had a way of making him do stuff he didn’t want to do and he was happy he didn’t’ have to put up with that anymore.

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Waking up early one weekday morning completely famished from his continuing growth spurt, the hunky teenager got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen without bothering to put anything on more than the skimpy old underwear that barely contained him. The boy’s chemical engineer dad was sitting at the side of the long kitchen counter only a few feet away from the refrigerator, drinking his morning coffee with the morning paper up in a big paper screen that blocked his view of the kitchen. Since Jason was never usually up that early, he’d never seen his dad in the mornings before and his dad had never expected to see him, completely distracted by his latest project and the article he was reading in the paper. The zombie-like teen reached the kitchen entrance and scratched his balls through his underwear, causing the tight and frailed white briefs to tear, allowing one of his balls to escape. The sound caught his dad’s attention and having not seen his son in anything but his usual baggy clothes for quite some time, Jason's dad was certainly not prepared for what he saw.

The engineer lowered his paper to the sight of the big teen strutting into the kitchen wearing tattered and now torn briefs that were obviously a few sizes too small – a brief memory of giving the boy those particular underwear in his stocking last Christmas flashed across the dad’s mind - as his eyes tried to digest the sight of his huge son in such tiny briefs they appeared to be stretched-to-the-limit. Then his eyes shot open upon the realization the boy had a morning erection – and a huge one at that – that bulged so big it was causing the front opening to gape apart — revealing mere hints of the big kid's thick dark bushel of soft pubes, nested around his thick hard-on.

By the time his dad made sense of what he was looking at, the incredible sight of his hunky teen caused him to swallow his sip of coffee down the wrong pipe and choke, spitting out a mouthful all over the kitchen table. Now in full view, the half naked sight of his fast developing teenage son had unnerved the usually calm and collected engineer, spilling even more coffee onto his clean white shirt. The now flustered dad became red with anger but his growing boy was focused on nothing but food and stood there looking at him with a blank stare.

Jason didn't even hear his dad scolding him and ranting on in disapproval telling him to put clothes on before coming downstairs - the big stud could only think of feeding his growling stomach, and stood transfixed at his dad as the man argued one-sided at his son. The big teen’s rapidly growing body and its ravenous hunger had him so focused on food, his dad appeared to him only as a loud and flailing distraction in front of him.

Getting no reaction from his big strapping son, the frustrated dad shook his head and went back to his coffee, flinging up his paper and snapping it back up into its screen-like state, blocking out his view of the kitchen. He was determined to finish the article about the upcoming bodybuilding show, where his company was sponsoring a contestant that was using their product, before having to change his shirt and head to work. Jason opened the refrigerator door and bent over to look inside, his perfectly round and muscular bubble butt sticking out behind him, only to stop just at his dad’s newspaper, leaving both dad and son oblivious to its close proximity to the dad’s face, right behind the thin newspaper standing between them.

The bodybuilding show was of such particular interest to the chemical engineer that he didn’t realize or notice that his son had not followed his orders to go back to his room and clothe himself. He continued reading the article, unknowing that the muscular ass of his big growing teenage boy was sticking out - barely contained by his strained briefs – directly behind the very article he was reading, the beefy teenage ass while hidden, was now only inches from his face. The company he worked for had recently released what is now the hottest new protein muscle builder formulation – ‘mostly his work, since he was the project lead.’ he thought to himself proudly, as he studied the paper's photos of some of the biggest muscular men he’d ever seen. Word of the protein mix had quickly become widely used among amateur bodybuilders and quickly recommended by professional bodybuilders. If the amateur they were sponsoring took top spot at this competition, he knew he would be well on his way to a very large promotion.

"Figures... nothin' to eat..." Jason grumbled aloud from inside the fridge.

The statement prompted his dad to collapse his newspaper and suddenly find himself staring directly at his teenage son's big round muscular bubble butt that bulged only inches from his face with only the skimpy stretched fabric of old white underwear between his face and his son's beefy naked teenage ass. The sight struck fear into the dad, being as close as he was, he could unwillingly make out each thread of the frayed material as they unfurled one by one, loosening the teen’s briefs towards an impending outcome he had been ill prepared for. Threatened by its bursting the boys briefs kept the engineer glued in his seat transfixed by the hypnotic thread twangs, like the flickering lit wick of a bomb. Left dumbfounded and in shock, the perfection of his son’s ass soon gained favor in the visual that took up his dad’s sight. At any moment, the unraveling material that stood between him and the hunky naked teenage boy’s bum could burst apart and unleash the meaty young ass, likely bouncing slightly in its firm muscular weight before taking the oh so naturally perfect shape in front of him.

‘Could it be?’ The man thought to himself as he sat transfixed… ‘I find this hot?’

Taken-aback with his eyes wide open and his mouth hanging with forming drool, Jason’s straight dad remained motionless – almost as if not wanting his son to notice him since being unable to take his eyes off the lewd sight.

'Such a perfect ass,' he continued with his thoughts, becoming instantly disgusted by his own reaction to the awkwardly enticing situation.

Not knowing if he should scream at his son or inspect the boy's posterior further - since this would likely never happen again - the confused and coffee-stained dad hesitantly allowed his eyes to wander all over the fringed underwear, almost wanting it to fall apart – allowing such a perfect beefy butt to burst outwards at his face, naked. Determining by thread-count he had some time before that could happen, he allowed his head to peer down to the apparently now big beefy solid... and .. 'whoa ... when did my son get such muscular legs??'


The pace of the man’s breathing increased as he continued his analysis... such hefty quads on the boy... and looking further down, he discovered calves that flared out into thickly ridged diamonds, shadowed by a dusting of dark brown leg hairs that grew even thicker towards his lower legs. Continuing down his eyes bulged at the discovery his son’s feet were huge – at least a size 14. The number caused his cheek to curl up as he realized his son’s feet were the same as his age.

Each new perspective of his teenager that his eyes discovered urged the engineer to continue gawking but unknowing he had sprung a full on erection.... and for his own son! Soon his head tilted up and within seconds he was instinctively adjusting himself as he gazed around the teen's big round butt and up into the boy's dark hairy armpit, then around to the other, while the oblivious kid continued rummaging for food. The temptation to tear open the forbidden package presented in front of him was too much to handle for the grown man as he grabbed at the now moistening tent at his crotch.

Then suddenly, Jason heard the piercing sound of a counter stool jerk across the kitchen tile - followed by its loud crash onto the floor. The half naked stud jolted up from the fridge, scratching his left butt-cheek — itchy from his dad's heavy breathing – then turned around to see what had just happened. The boy was only able to catch a glimpse of his dad running into the bathroom at the end of the hall with his hands over his crotch. The big teen shouted out to his dad "Hey Dad!!...” just as the bathroom door slammed shut. Jason stood scratching behind the open door of the refrigerator staring down the hall, hearing the clanging of bathroom objects being knocked over and then the smash of something break, followed by a muffled moaning sound. The big teen shrugged and bent over again as his attentions turned back towards a possible source of food, figuring his dad must have really had to pee. Then Jason suddenly spotted the carton of eggs and the side of shrunk wrapped ham directly in front of him – and his stomach erupts in a series of loud howls and growls, making him reach out and grab them. Within minutes he was feasting on a heaping plate of fried eggs, toast and ham before making his way back upstairs to get dressed for school.

Jason let out a long loud belch as he searched his closet and chest of drawers to find some clothes that were still baggy enough on him to look cool. He discovered some clothes he had never worm before at the back of his closet - they had always been way too big but now.... perfect! Jason grabbed his nap-sack and headed off to school.

Reaching the end of the hall by the bathroom door, Jason stopped with his big fist on the front doorknob.

"Bye dad!“ he shouted as he left the house.

The big teen's exit was accompanied by further clanging and crashing sounds, as bathroom objects were knocked to the floor in the small room off the hall by the front door. The sounds continued as grunts could be heard, followed by heavy panting and then a long unhindered moan that echoed throughout the house, unheard by his wife who had headphones on and was busy in whispered conversation on her cell with one of the married men who used to visit her on weekends.

The studly teenager wouldn't know that his dad was to be considerably late for work that day, after having taken such close inspection of the growth spurt his son had apparently undergone without his notice. The close-up sights of Jason’s backside had been so (squirt!...clang, crash!) developed.... and hairy... (thwangggg!) the boy had filled out so much!! (squirt!). The scientist and now formerly-straight dad found himself quite preoccupied (squirt, squirt!) and realized he would be spending most of the morning distracting his wife, when she eventually got out of bed - in order to sweep up the broken bathroom accessories, fix the broken toilet paper dispenser, re-attach the broken towel rack he had knocked off the wall and clean clean clean, oh boy oh boy would he have to clean-up the surprising amounts of sticky mess he managed to get all over the bathroom ceiling, door, floor, shower curtain and well... everywhere.

-

At school that day, Jason noticed not only other students stealing looks at him but now even teachers, who couldn't help but notice his youthful but striking good looks and tall but unusually thick muscular build. Jason suddenly took notice at the attention he was getting - having been so used to a certain level of it from others all his life it had gone unnoticed before today - being well into his second year of puberty now had allowed his hormones to develop his body further and today established for the first time, such an increased number of strangers turning to look at him - Jason couldn't help but become conscious to the attention he'd always taken for granted. The big teenager liked the feeling and by the time he reached homeroom had discovered all the attention was exhilarating and it left him only wanting even more. The big studly teen soon realized it was his bigger appearance that drew more eyes towards him and it left him to wonder if he could get even more attention by becoming even bigger and more muscular.

The thought excited him. The idea of causing a stir and grabbing more and more attention from everyone who saw him soon became irresistible and by the end of first period, Jason could think of nothing else other that being noticed and stared at. That's it, he decided. He'd start to start lift weights in order to get bigger and stronger.

Jason entered his high school weight room after school that day, and found himself there after school every day after that. The new activity kept the growing teen from the only chance he had each day to see his dad, which was right after school – since lately the engineer/scientist became completely preoccupied with the project he’d been working on in his basement. He had explained to his family – although Jason and his mom didn’t completely understand – that he transferred his lead responsibilities towards development on their new product, in his home lab and that would take up most of his time. Jason was ignorant to the fact that his dad’s new-found intensity towards his work, especially on their company’s latest product - had begun the same strange day that he witnessed his dad running down the hallway of the house towards the bathroom, then knocking things over.

The high school gym was usually full that day as the senior football jocks trained for the upcoming season, hoping to gain muscle size an strength. At first Jason was a bit embarrassed at his inexperience and lack of knowledge about the many free weights and what to do with them, having no experience. He knew nothing about what might be considered appropriate exercises but some of the older boys were happy to offer advice and even show him what to do, no doubt recognizing the school's future football quarterback in the works while also impressed that a high school freshmen could be so unusually large.

Jason appreciated the help and attention he received from the senior jocks and before long the big young teenager was working out like he'd been lifting for years. Each day upon his arrival home from school, he was met by his beautiful mother, all dressed up on her way out. She would welcome him home with a bright smile and hug him, petting his muscles in admiration as she went on about how proud she was that he was getting so handsome and big. Each day he would have to stop her by the time she got to her repeated boasting about how he would be breaking hearts by the dozen soon and that the girls at school had better watch out. Newly over-filled to spilling with confidence, his mother would blow him a kiss as she closed the front door, leaving Jason to guess at where she would go each night. It was around that point the big teen would find a large meal premade and wrapped for him inside the refrigerator after his mom left. Naturally assuming his mother made it for him, Jason famishly consumed the meal and proceeded to spend his extra energy by doing push-ups and situps in the living room until he was tired. He then retired to his room and fell asleep, giving his body a long night of rest to allow his body to recuperate for the next day and allow his muscles to grow.

Two weeks had gone by before the now even bigger teen – swole with early signs of how big he could potentially become - crossed paths with his dad. The time since he’d first been struck by the shocking sight of his huge teenager’s ass and unexpected development of the boy’s physique had given the man time to process the situation. The timing of his current project seemed perfect at the realization he was now eager to watch his son’s continued development – unwilling to let any more time go that might suddenly create a situation where he would again be surprised by his son’s appearance. He wanted to experience every bit of the teenager’s growth. In fact, he was eager to assist in that area, by giving his son the very product he had been working on – in hopes it would push Jason’s development into an entirely new level of growth.

Since the engineer had provided the main formulation of the muscle-stimulating protein mixture being used by his company’s sponsored amateur bodybuilder in the muscle show this weekend, he was also able to convince his superiors that he could push the product even further, if given the chance to continue his research and development at home. Granted with as much time as he needed to develop a stronger formulation that would push muscle growth to new-found limits, Jason’s dad retreated to his basement laboratory and remained there behind it’s locked doors most evenings. Unknown to his son, the chemical engineer’s sole motivation was to develop a serum that could provide his teenager with the means to rapidly grow muscle tissue that would see the young 14 year-old teenager grow huge and manly right in front of his very eyes.

The concept, only weeks ago would have seemed unthinkable and disgusting. However having been in such close proximity to the magnetic youth’s big beefy round muscle butt and then having seen the rest of his new surprisingly large and still developing body, the man had become hopelessly drawn to the big teenager’s development and growth and had become focused intensely on pushing the possibilities of how his teen could ultimately end up looking. Hopefully, if the scientist had any say – bigger and more muscular than anyone else. He wanted everyone who saw him to experience the excitement he felt that fateful morning only weeks go.

The past weeks had been a whirlwind of exciting discoveries and enticing possibilities that further drove the engineer to work throughout the night as his wife came home later and later, knowing her husband would be working in his lab. It was a Friday night when Jason’s dad realized he was finally ready to give the first batch of formula to his big teenage son and he shifted the gears in h is head towards finding a way to do it without his wife finding out. It was then he heard something being dragged across the ceiling of the lab – the floor of the hall above. Curios, the scientist exited the lab and made his way upstairs to discover his wife pulling luggage out onto the front porch.

“What are you doing?” He asked, noticing a man standing awkwardly at a yellow sports car in front of his house.

His beautiful wife pulled the last of three suitcases out onto the front porch of their house and kicked it back upwards to sit beside the others and then turned to face her husband.

The engineer caught the familiar waft of her perfume, bringing back a flood of memories from their marriage and it’s subsequent decline.

“I’m leaving you George.” She said confidently, standing there like a beauty queen in front of him. She then grinned at him and reached down to pull the first suitcase in the line of luggage towards the stairs. “It’s not like you didn’t know this was bound to happen.”

“I…. uh… but….” The man was left speechless as he watched his wife descent the front stairs, the suitcase bouncing at each step until they had reached the bottom and abruptly resumed moving forward in her beauty-pageant style walk.

The engineer looked down at the remaining two suitcases. “Shit… what I am supposed to do now, she has to come back two more times to get these.”

-

Later that afternoon, Jason arrived home from school to find whistling coming from the kitchen. The big teenager dropped his things at the stairs that led up to his bedroom and strutted down the hall with his head tilted, curious as to what was going on. Finding his dad whipping up dinner, Jason’s handsome face lit up in a big smile.

“Dad!” he shouted, sliding onto the first kitchen stool and hunching over the kitchen counter to watch the flurry of activity. “How are ya? What’s going on?”

Jason found his dad in a state he’d never seen before – happy, joyous even. The sight made him smile and glad at whatever it was that was making his dad so happy.

The dad immediately took notice of his big teen's pumped and swollen muscles and stuttered as he complimented the boy's progress as he continued stirring, frying and stirring pots on the stove.

Jason smiled at his dad and began telling him all about his workouts as his dad continued cooking, until Jason realized he hadn’t seen his mom leave for her nightly outing.

“Where’s mom?” Jason asked, breaking the spell that had both of the men so happy.

Both males stopped and stared at each other in silence while pot lids rattled on the stove and chicken sizzled in the frying pan. The awkward silence slowly weakened Jason’s otherwise happy smile until it had faded away completely. The big teenager’s dad couldn’t help but look away, darting his eyes between the bowl of mashed potatoes and the boiling pot on the stove, then to the chicken and then back to the potatoes until his eyes finally looked back up at Jason, only to find accusation staring back at him.

“I don’t know….” the man said, “Out? As usual?” He hoped that had been enough of an answer.

“oh… “ Jason responded. “She just usually makes my dinner, it’s always left for me in the fridge and I get to see her before she goes, that’s all.”

“What!!?” his dad shoots back. “I make your dinner!” he continues as if hurt by his boy’s lack of gratitude, giving false credit to the woman who’d just left them. “I cook you dinner every day before I go downstairs to continue working, since I know you’ll be hungry when you get home.”

Shaking his head as if unappreciated, the scientist the turns back and tends to the chicken with the fork in his hand, while lifting the lid off the boiling pot and plucks the chopped beets from the cutting board and dumps them into the violently churning water.

“You make it? Oh shit, I’m sorry dad… it’s really good..?” Jason tried to redeem himself and regain the unexpected and surprising attention his dad had apparently been showing him lately.


While his dad continued cooking, his back turned and unresponsive to Jason’s attempts at conversation. The big teen didn’t let up and continued talking, accepting the fact it was like talking out loud to himself\.

The 14 year-old strikingly good-looking muscular hunk-boy described in detail, events of the past weeks and how he was now gaining more and more attention at school. With the man’s back still turned and busy cooking at the stove, his dad continued listening intently at Jason’s stories that found him unable to turn around from the huge erection in his pants. Jason went on to describe how he was met with welcoming assistance from the senior football players in the gym weight room and how his daily workout progress was increasing his strength, enabling him to lift heavier weights every day. It wasn’t long before Jason’s dad knew dinner was past ready but unsure about what to do since now he’d developed an obviously wet stain at his crotch from his leaking pre-cum.

By the time Jason started explaining how he was beginning to feel proud going into the boys locker room and taking off his shirt among the senior jocks, his dad had become so fearful of cumming right there in the kitchen without even his pants off or his hands touching himself that he managed to gather enough courage to turn around quickly, chancing at his son seeing his crotch and immediately grab the towel on the counter in front of Jason, and wipe his hands at his crotch to hide the sight. He nodded as he smiled approvingly at the big teen as he backed out of the kitchen until he was able to interject into the one-sided conversation.

“I’ll be right back… can you serve us up some food? It’s all ready and the plates are right there” the man said to his son, who looked back at him wide-eyed and child-like, nodding and getting up to obey his dad as if seeking approval.

His dad rushed to his bedroom, to see the closet doors left wide-open and mostly empty but for a few shirts and hanging slacks that made up his side of the closet, along with two old suits he hadn’t worn in years clinging to the far side. He jostled with his wet crotch across the bedroom to the bathroom, noticing a number of dresses he’d bought for his wife over the years strewn about the room and on the floor, left behind as if to say “Good bye and fuck you.”

Surprised by a lack of emotion he felt towards his wife’s exit, he quickly changed his trousers and smirked at the excitement he felt at hearing more about his big muscle boy’s story and how his young 14 year-old son is impressing the older boys. He wanted to hear more about how Jason was becoming a gym workout buddy to senior football players – boys that were years older than him but treated him like one of them. Realizing he might soon find himself in the same wet-crotch situation, he stopped, turned, dropped his trousers and proceeded to put 6 more pairs of underwear on, then stuffed his crotch with a wad of toilet paper before putting his pants back on and exiting the bedroom.

The remainder of the afternoon found the engineer glued to his kitchen stool, next to his big developing teenager excitedly hanging on the boys every word as the teen described how big he felt and how excited he was at getting bigger. The man watched every movement his big boy made, his eyes darting all over each muscle group whenever Jason looked away, giving the dad eye-candy as Jason’s body would tense up or flex with each of the boy’s gestures or body movements as he tried to act something out or accentuate a point he was trying to make. It was now apparent and clear that his big beefy muscular teenager was ready for his experimental muscle-growth formula.

After deciding that he would proceed with his experiment in giving Jason the serum, the engineer then allowed himself to relax and enjoy the remaining conversation with his son. He continued enjoying the show, watching every muscle-fiber flex that came with each movement as he listened to Jason’s deep and masculine voice and stared at his handsome symmetrical face. His boy was such a hunk and he was in disbelief that the big brawny kid was his own son, until the big teen jock continued up until he had told his dad everything, even up until the moment they were at now – enjoying dinner together.

By the time their plates were empty and all the food had been eaten, Jason realized it was dark out and shot a look up at the kitchen clock. “Wow!” he shouted, causing his dad’s drooping eyes to shoot back open. “I can’t believe it’s 1:30 in the morning!”

Jason pulled himself away from the kitchen counter and his dad couldn’t help but notice enormous erection tenting out in the 14 year-old hunk’s jeans. The sight made him gasp unexpected and accidentally swallow a gulp of air, making him cough and choke as he suddenly pushed himself off the kitchen stool and stand up grasping at the counter.

“Dad!! You OK?” Jason approached and grasped his big arm around his now smaller dad.

Clearing his throat enough the breath, the man’s eyes darted up and down Jason’s body admiring the boy’s impressively athletic body, while nodding up and down and softly pushing his hunky son away in fear the boy would notice his tissue stuffed bulge.

“That was scary… gotta be careful, you could choke man” Jason stated as he backed away.

“I’m find thanks Jason. You should hit the sack you have school tomorrow” his dad said as he cleared his throat and began cleaning up the kitchen.

“OK dad, thanks for dinner that was great, really great.” Said the big teen as he turned around and strutted his big jock-like body down the hall while his dad admired his bubble butt bouncing up and down as he walked away.

That night, the big teen's muscles continued to steadily grow and each day that followed, his dad anticipated his big muscular kid's arrival home from high school so he could feed him a giant meal of protein rich food to help his boy grow muscle.

By Thursday night Jason realized things were different and that his dad used to be preoccupied with his work in the basement laboratory but now he was available to him and even cook him dinner every night.

“Hey… what’s up with that thing you were working on?” Jason asked. “I thought you had a big project going on.” His question asked, Jason waited for the answer while diving into the huge dinner his had prepared just for him without even wanting to join him as he stayed behind the kitchen counter preparing even more food than usual in hopes of fattening up his son in order to provide fuel for his upcoming does of serum.

“I still am but I'm getting close now - I actually think I'm going to be finished soon.” the engineer said with a confident sly smile.

“Cool” Jason mumbled between mouthfuls of food. "What is it? What are you working on?”

“You'll see…” replied his dad, “Don't worry.”

Jason continued eating as his dad raised up on his toes behind the counter, still with food to serve from the stove. His big teen had come home from school right from the weight room and he was wearing shorts. The sight caught his dad’s immediate attention and the man strained to steal a glimpse of his boy’s well muscled calves that only tempted him even further by the developing body hair he’d grown since last seeing him without the coverings provided from his usual baggy denim attire . The engineer loved it when Jason came home wearing shorts, being that the boy's legs were apparently becoming more developed and muscular each and every time he was lucky enough to see them. Jason had come home that Thursday afternoon having worked legs, his big pump made his legs incredibly enticing to his dad and he hadn’t noticed the man, stretching up and over the counter to peek at them as they were propped up on the kitchen stool foot rests. Far too busy eating the food that his dad had enriched with his company’s muscle-enhancing protein formula, to prepare the growing teenager for the new muscle-matrix serum he had planned to give the big boy very soon.

The next day, Jason felt such an extra-big pump from his workout that he had rushed home from school to show off too his dad, with hopes for the chance to talk to the smart engineer and get his opinion as to how it happens. Although not really caring how, he simply wanted to spend time with his dad and get the chance to maybe take his shirt off and flex for someone – to really show off - but instead the big pumped teen found an empty kitchen.

Disappointed, Jason hadn't wanted his huge pump to go unseen by his dad — who had finally become interested in his life and would miss his first actual gains towards big muscle development. Instead Jason found a note, which invited him to use the brand new weight set, bench press and squat rack his dad purchased for him and had setup in the basement. While unwritten on the note and unknown to Jason, since the layout and structure of a house was well beyond the youth’s perceptional comprehension – the newly arrived but strategically arranged bench press, weight-racks and overall gym layout had been carefully planned by the chemical engineer. The big teenager’s bright new shiny basement gym weight-room had been positioned right beside the engineer's laboratory.

Jason dropped his nap-sack full with books and sweaty workout gear, with such immediate excitement it caused a loud thud as it’s heavy weight hit the kitchen floor, creating a vibration in the floorboards that alerted his dad who was hidden away inside his basement lab working on Jason’s muscle-growth serum. Note grasped into his fist, Jason darted towards the basement stairwell in the hallway and threw himself down the stairs into the basement...

[Reeza]

This is a hot set-up.

First some constructive criticism: Your warning at the beginning about offensive material should be more specific. If the story has father/son incest as a theme, that should be mentioned up front. This will turn some people away, and will make others want to jump right in. It helps that you're not endorsing incest so far. (And yes I understand the difference between fantasy and reality, before anyone decides to flame me for that comment.

Also, you could do more editing. There were quite a few typos, misspelled words, similar words used in place of the correct words, stuff like that. Not enough to make it hard to read, but it was distracting.

Now the good stuff: I liked your descriptions of Jason's body, the way he felt, the way his clothes fit, the way people looked at him and reacted to him, etc. Those details add a lot to the sexiness of the story. Also, his naivete is appealing to me. You captured the essence of adolescent development, which is the basis of many good muscle growth stories.

I look forward to the rest of the story.

[kenstaff]

Thank you for your observations - I have added the appropriate warning, however I will point out here, since it was brought up *****SPOILER ALERT**** [ at no point in this story does Jason have sex with his dad ] but you likely don't know that yet.

I'd also like to reply to your suggestion at more editing. I understand your comment, however I'd like you to understand the amount of effort and time I put into this, including it's editing afterwards, followed by another read-through afterwards after posting it - where I constantly hit the edit button and correct mistakes where I find them - until reaching the point where I discover I can only do so much.

I don't claim to be a professional writer, its simply a hobby and if anyone is expecting clear, concise writing that has undergone extensive editing by well paid editors - may I suggest purchasing a book?

EDIT - "Shit… what I am supposed to do now? She has to come back two more times to get these.”

[vga518]

It is great to read this story again and I must say its written better than its original incarnation. I can see your still as a writer improve and I must say I am slightly jealous. As it was mentioned the way in which you described every detail is just phenomenal. As a person who struggles with description and detail with his own writings I can truly appreciate and learn from this tale you are crafting for the second time. I look forward to the rest of this story and to hear more about Jason growing and becoming a Hairy Muscle Freak. Personally I wouldn't have minded if there was some Father/ Son action but that is me hahaha since I know it is just pure fantasy.
Anyway please continue and keep up the amazing writing!

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by kenstaff

I don't claim to be a professional writer, its simply a hobby and if anyone is expecting clear, concise writing that has undergone extensive editing by well paid editors - may I suggest purchasing a book?

I'm sorry if I offended you. I'm sure you're tired after all the work you put into this. I know what it's like to read over the same lines again and again until it drives you crazy. Your writing is pretty clear and concise, by the way, and I don't expect professional-level writing.

Many of the errors I noticed could have been picked up by the spelling/grammar check feature of a word processing program. When I'm writing, I use the OpenOffice program that can be downloaded for free, and it has that feature. It would save you a lot of tedious editing.

Also, your new warning is much clearer. It will save you some grief.

Again, I liked your story, and I look forward to the rest of it.

[kenstaff]

Thanks Reeza

I actually wrote it in Word with spell-check on. Then also found spelling errors upon posting it within the forum's editor and corrected them all. It was after posting it that I read through the posting like a reader and again, corrected what I could hitting the edit button time and time again.

I believe - judging from the time you posted, which was the time I as editing the actual post - you were reading it during that time.

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by kenstaff

Thanks Reeza

I actually wrote it in Word with spell-check on. Then also found spelling errors upon posting it within the forum's editor and corrected them all. It was after posting it that I read through the posting like a reader and again, corrected what I could hitting the edit button time and time again.

I believe - judging from the time you posted, which was the time I as editing the actual post - you were reading it during that time.

It doesn't matter how many times you proof something. There is always a mistake which will make it past and into publication. This has always been true. (There's a wonderful old essay by Mark Evanier, which unfortunately is not on his website so I can't link you to it, where he talks about "The Mistake", with capitals.) Just be glad you're on a medium where you aren't spending thousands of dollars for each publication run and can't edit it afterwards, like with print.

[iceman75]

Hey, I love the rewrite, first of all, I loved the new beginning, I love how magnetic Jason was to other children and their mother's right from the beginning, I love seeing superior genetic super boys who are just so beautiful and hunky, without really even doing anything to get that way that not only do little girls fantasize about them, but full grown women will pay to be around them to get looks up close at them! I also love the extended butt worship scene, that was a favorite part of mine from the original story, and I like that you expanded on it a little bit. This was an awesome read, as usual.

[Kit Werecat]

I didn't get to read the original "Jason" story. I hear it's been re-written as it is re-posted, and that makes me feel doubly fortunate to be seeing these new chapters. Thank you, Kenstaff!

I have to chuckle at the descriptions of the reactions that result, when confronted by that strong, firm, barely-contained ass. I have had that same reaction myself, when I was a kid his age, and was taking lifeguard training with a bunch of fit swimmer boys wearing Speedos. Ironically, I suppose they were all doing the same thing with my firm butt, as well. I have to say, with a 14 year-old's libido, it really tested your willpower.

Damn! Why couldn't I have had a bio-research scientist as a father, who just happened to be developing an accelerant booster to muscle growth formulas? Hell, why couldn't I have even had a father that helped me to look towards the idea of working out? He never even blinked twice when I took up swimming classes, as a move of my own.

Great story so far, Kenstaff. Looking forward to part 2!