Jason Grows Up - Chapter III: Hustle & Swig

[kenstaff]

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.

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By the time he’d finished putting all the weights back in place, wiped down the equipment, broken apart and bagged then thrown out numerous boxes and plastic wrapping the delivery hunks had left piled at the back of the basement, it was almost 4:30 in the afternoon. Knowing he’d likely not finish before his son got home, the exhausted scientist started moving blue plastic coated full length mirrors from their leaning stacks along the gym walls to the back of the basement. He was thinking how pleased he was, as he climbed the stairs towards the kitchen, at how he’d been able to prevent the unwrapped mirrors from any possible damage his big boy might cause upon ingesting his experimental formula – when he realized he had to pee like a racehorse.

Knowing his big teenager would be home soon, the scientist quickly made a detour into the hallway bathroom and found fast relief that ran screaming from him like a little girl when panic and disappointment chased it away from the dreadful sight staring back at him in the mirror above the toilet.

The sight suddenly gripped the drawn and tired engineer, shattering his preoccupied psyche and forced him to become aware of his physical limitations. He suddenly felt like his reflection looked - severely tired, frayed and filthy. With a heavy exhale, he tapped out the last drips of an empty bladder then noticed something outside through the blistered bathroom window beside the toilet. He figured a person was walking along the sidewalk in front of the house and then it quickly became clear to him that the unusual size of the distortion was none other that his big teenage son, Jason - home from school.

Panic easily strong-armed any disappointment he felt about the situation prompting a mad dash to the kitchen. The scientist felt his heart racing as he yanked open a drawer from counter and pulled out a pen and paper to write Jason a note. He simply couldn’t let his big hunky teenager see him in his current state and would have to miss his reaction and the subsequent pleasing visuals of his pumped-up teenage muscles. How ironic it seemed, having just moved the mirrors – that Jason would also be denied the pleasure.

He was half-way down the basement stairs when he heard a key in the front door and by the time he closed and locked his laboratory door, the scientist decided his need for a shower brought about an aroma that seemed to be more arousing than offensive. Since it now might be hours before he was able to leave the lab without being seen, the scientist entered the deeper recesses of his workroom and plucked a beaker from the end of a shelf populated with previous failed attempts at the serum. He then backed away from the counter along the wall that held a labyrinth of tubes, funnels, pumps and filtration drums and held the beaker up to the light of a single hanging bulb with his left hand, while steadying its pendulum-like swing caused by impact with the back of his head. The long cord of the hanging light found stillness in his grip as he let it go and gazed into the beaker to get a closer look at its contents. The thickly delicate liquid was clear and seemed such an unlikely conduit to his secret muscle fantasy.

The scientist rocked the beaker back and forth and watched the clear thick liquid inside react to the changes in gravity as if it were in slow motion. Then a sudden thud from the kitchen above made it clear that Jason had found the note he’d left on the refrigerator door.

He smirked in pleasure at the vibrations he felt as his hunky big teenager thundered down the stairs towards his new basement gym and suddenly the scientist saw it had brought about an erection. The scientist’s heartbeat began to pump even faster and the feeling made him recall events earlier that day. He decided right then he would pass the time in his lab by infusing Jason’s serum with the same inhibitors and adrenaline that had proved to be such an erotic addition to his muscle-growth formula.

It now seemed that the time he was supposed to spend hanging Jason’s mirrors was not wasted after-all, since the additional chemicals were sure to add a new level of excitement to his muscle fantasy. Unable to avoid recalling the incredible visuals after giving the delivery men their altered serum infused protein powder he enjoyed the memory and how it had proved such a fun and horny distraction. The scientist’s hard-on now throbbed in his pants as he placed the beaker gently down on the center counter and then moved over and sat at his stool, grabbing his notes. The new exciting development prompted the scientist to flick through the pages in search of those exact quantities he had used for the additional chemicals to be successful in turning the pair of studs into horny fags from the sight and feeling of their growing muscles after ingesting his muscle-growth formula.

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Eager to see the ‘entire home gym’ his dad’s note had claimed to be waiting for him in the basement, Jason skipped the last four steps and landed on the cement floor with a thud so heavy, it shook the house. His eyes shot open and his cheeks bunched up from the widening smile that took over his face.

Jason spent over two-hours working out in his new home gym before retreating back upstairs to find food. He was more than willing to overlook the fact that his dinner hadn’t been prepared for him tonight, since he’d been given such a wonderful bunch of equipment that was sure to help him grow but being tired from his second workout, Jason settled for anything in the fridge and cupboards that was edible without cooking. After another hour consuming almost everything he managed to find, the big pumped teenager made his way up to his bedroom for the night.

The scientist felt the stomping of Jason’s footsteps while he put the finishing touches on the newly altered serum intended for the boy. The added time spent on his teen hunk's muscle-growth serum had produced an entirely new discovery and he was now running computer model simulations. The positive results he saw on his screen made the scientist confident he’d created a new synthetic hormone matrix that would bind to his company’s muscle-growth protein and easily absorb into the body – especially one that had not yet reached full maturity, such as a young teenager. A new chain of supercharged amino-acids would accelerate overall muscular development with improved enhancement of overall masculinity and maturity, while re-focusing sexual desire to bring about excitement at the sight of the male physique.

The new development brought a sudden decision by the scientist to abandon his weekend muscle-fantasy plans since they now seemed so obsolete. The scientist and scheming engineer’s mind now whirled with ideas at a new plan that would take advantage of the new possibilities from his discovery. Possible new scenarios only multiplied, each one better than the next as the tired man showered, shaved and fell asleep atop his unmade bed before even being able to unwrap himself from his towel.

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As the weeks passed, Jason’s arrival home from school each Friday afternoon was met with a new note that directed him like a treasure map to find some new gift, left for him by his dad – who he hadn’t seen since the arrival of the new equipment.

Full length mirrors appeared first, covering the entire long wall of his gym, the wall that stood between the big hunk muscle teen’s weight room and his dad's laboratory. The sight brought such excitement to the big studly boy he became eager to examine his progress towards muscular development and flung off his baggy shirt to flex his now impressive muscled torso. His appearance in the wall of mirrors brought a bright smile to Jason’s face as he looked at his reflection and nodded in agreement with what he saw. The big muscle-swollen kid was unaware he was also flexing, smiling and nodding at his dad, who watched with incredible excitement from his lab, behind the two-way mirrors he had installed.

With the mirrors allowing the big teen to keep an eye on his form and posture as he lifted, Jason turned to begin his workout and noticed a glass of brown liquid tied with a bow around it atop the horizontally stacked plates on a weight rack along the back wall of the gym. As he approached it, he saw another note as well. He lifted the protein shake off the paper and read the capitalized words written on it.


DRINK WITH A HUSTLE


Jason smirked, lifted the glass and drank the thick brown shake. He returned the empty glass to the flat plate and turned around to decide which exercise he wanted to do. Deciding to stick with chest since that’s what he’d worked earlier, he suddenly felt a new level of excitement as he slid warm-up plates on either side of the barbell. The big teen laid down and lifted the bar off the bench, finding it surprisingly light. He lowered the barbell to his chest and then pushed it upwards with such force, the bar flung up and out of his hands and smashed into the ceiling before falling back into his grip. His eyes were bulging open at the sight of the large dents in the wood of the unfinished basement ceiling he had just caused. Shocked by his own strength, the hunky teen returned the feather-like barbell to the bench press and jumped up to check the weights on either side. Satisfied they were not fake, Jason removed the 25 lb plates and replaced them with four 45lb plates on either side and returned to the bench.

Surprised at being able to lift such heavy weight, Jason continued pumping the barbell up and down, while maintaining proper form taught to him by the senior football jocks at school. By the time he returned the barbell to the bench and got up the 14 year-old teen hunk felt a muscle pump in his chest he’d never felt before. The feeling left Jason distracted as he looked down at his chest, flexing and when he finally looked up into the mirrors, the sight of his bigger and now slightly protruding pecs brought such excitement he felt an erection coming on.

Turning back towards the bench press, Jason was pondering on adding more weight as he enjoyed his exciting new muscle-pump but then stopped suddenly upon noticing another glass of protein shake tied with a different color bow on top of the weight rack at the other end of the back wall. Not realizing the first drink had made him more susceptible to notice the new color of the bow which hugged the second glass, Jason lifted it and again read the words printed in capitalized letters.


DRINK WITH A SWIG


With his heart racing at the thought of becoming even stronger and getting an even bigger pump in his chest Jason threw the glass back and swallowed the entire shake in one gulp.

By the time he returned to the bench, he couldn’t help but notice he had a full erection tenting his pants. The sight brought a thrill to the man watching him from behind his gym mirrors as Jason loaded another two plates on either side of the barbell, wondering if he could lift such weight.

It was as easy as he had anticipated but by the 10th repetition, he found himself struggling to get the barbell back up onto the bench and his dad watched with horny anticipation with both fear for his son and arousal at the display of masculine strength.

A heavy clang met the weighted barbell as Jason finished his set and adjusted his tented pants while he got up and approached the mirrors. The even bigger chest on the hunky pumped 14 year-old flexed with veiny solid thickness directly in front of the scientist, through the two-way mirrors and he squeezed his rock hard cock in an attempt to prevent its impending explosion.

Wondering if there might be a third serving of the magic potion, Jason suddenly thrust himself around and scanned the gym. Just as he had expected, he saw yet another glass tied with another differently colored bow. He scratched his head in wonderment as to how he could have missed them as he strutted his way along the wall to the end of the mirrors as his dad enjoyed the view of the bubble butt in his tight jeans.

Jason chuckled at the words on the 3rd note as he read them aloud.


DRINK TO MAKE MY MUSCLES BIG


After chugging back the shake and sliding on another plate to each side of the bench, Jason finished his last set of bench press with such a chest pump, it made him instantly turned on by the sight of his own chest. It appeared to the big muscular young teen to be a chest pump so big that it almost seemed unreal, while the arousing feeling it caused brought about a wet spot in his jeans that quickly expanded to encompass the entire front of his pants as his erection throbbed and twitched in his now uncomfortable crotch. The feeling had him so horny, he peeled off his jeans to stand in front of the mirrors naked.

The scientist came instantly on the other side of the mirrors. The sight of his huge teenager with such huge erotic pecs and pants down around his ankles sporting an enormous rock hard erection that he was something he had been clearly unprepared for. The dad’s orgasm seemed to last forever as the muscle teen continued flexing, only to become distracted back and forth by each of his enormously pumped muscles atop his torso and below his waist, while standing and flexing in the mirrors.

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The following week, Jason discovered bodybuilding DVDs and a big screen TV in his basement gym. The big teenager watched each DVD with focused interest each day while he worked out after becoming disappointed by the lack of protein shake filled cups with colored bows. The visuals and valuable advice he got from the videos provided Jason great motivation, helping the newly big and well muscled teen get even more out of his workouts and giving him an added boost to his already speedy muscle development.

Jason was fast growing into a huge thick young muscle-stud and happily had both students and teachers stealing looks at him wherever he went. In class, the now huge kid often caught his teachers gawking at him, prompting the teenager to provide further fuel to their heated stares by giving them a confident wink, followed by a flash of his handsome but sly smile. With his teacher in a full-on stare, Jason would scan the classroom and gauge which of the other students had turned to admire his muscular body – to determine the best angle at which to provide his audience the best view. He’d then pull up his arm into a bicep flex to show off his new huge 21" peaks, often ripping his shirt sleeve and cause a cascade of gasps that would sound throughout the room.

The excitement and distraction he was increasingly causing at school only made Jason want more and it made him wonder when he’d find more of the protein shake drink. He wanted to ask his dad for more of the drink but having not seen him for weeks now, the beefy 14 year-old muscle stud was left to wonder why his dad hadn’t been around to at least see how happy he was with his gift and how big it had helped him become.

[iceman75]

Hehe, I liked the pacing of this story compared to the original, I think if I remember correctly, the originals were much faster to the point, more haphazardly written, but I think these rewritten stories are much better paced and that allows us to enjoy the muscle and strength growth more. I'm really looking forward to chapter 4!

[Kit Werecat]

I haven't posted any comments on this story so far. That's because I was away for a day or two, and I wanted to see how Chapter 3 would present itself, now that I was aware of the fact that Kenstaff was rewriting the piece as he re-posted it.

So I am going to go back and post comments on Chapters 1 & 2, now that I have finally seen the new Chapter 3.

I will make the brief comment here that I like very much the new level that you are taking Jason to physically, Kenstaff. If this is only part 3 of a 5-part story, things could really get great for the newly amped-up boy.



But at this point, I'm going to break my usual traditions of commenting on the story, and get serious here for a moment, and talk about.. opportunities.
In reading this story, I found I was struck by it in several unusual ways, and some old memories flooded into my head.


When I was a kid, I really wasn?t blessed with great genetics, like the main character of this story. As a matter of fact, all I really had going for me was a pretty high SAT score, meaning I could think well on my feet.
I was the classic wimp.

My parents never supported me, and I pretty much hung out at other kid?s houses to try to have even a pretense of family life - family by proxy. My dad, an aerospace engineer, virtually ignored me. My mother had her own problems, and left often for three week-long junkets. I was pretty much ignored and neglected. I didn?t know how to get along with people, make friends, or even dress sporty. I was a joke at school and a target for every bully there. It didn?t matter whether it was Grammar School, Junior High, or High School. The bullies would target me like sharks to tuna.

As the "Jason" story points out, we all know that there is a point in a boy?s life, that completely changes him from what he is currently, to what he can potentially be. Puberty is a magical metamorphosis that can completely restructure a human physiology. It is truly? magical.

If a kid is aware of that, and starts working out, or swimming, diving, performing gymnastics, their body structure is completely re-written, and all things are possible, from that glorious moment on. It's like nature giving us all a chance to do a last-minute "Do-Over".

That?s where family support comes in ? especially from the dads. If they point you in the right direction at this magic age of time, anything is possible.


I had nothing. I came home day after day crying over the abuse I got at school, but I got only disgusted orders from my father, to MAN UP! All that did was add one more bully to the list in my life.

Had I been supported like Jason?s father does, and was even pushed a bit into working out, doing more athletics when my puberty hit, I assure you, I would have been a very different and much happier kid.

Instead, I ended up doing it the hard, frustrating way. My ?magic? puberty years were virtually wasted, as I desperately looked at the Charles Atlas ads in the backs of comic books for my solutions. I lost that magic time, without ever knowing it, to get a chance to take advantage of the miracle of that window of opportunity. It would have been SO EASY! During that period, kids will build muscle on their bodies by just waking up in the morning and stretching! Not only meat and vegetables, but cokes, pizzas, candy bars, EVERYTHING is processed, and turned into muscle, and overall growth.

Years later, when I was on my own, and still a wimp, and the time had passed, I was so, so, sorry no one had simply shown me the way, and given me even just a little bit of encouragement. To this day, I have always deeply regretted those lost moments.

Eventually, I figured it out on my own, pumped iron, swam, and built myself up to a reasonably imposing figure. It was enough to prompt one of the organizers of my high school reunion to utter, ?oh.. my.. god..? at the sight of my approaching form. And I found suddenly, even the bullies of the old days smiled at me warmly and respectfully, and gathered around me to find out what I was currently doing, and what the hell I had done to myself.

It came ?way late, and as a much harder-earned prize than if had I had been given guidance back then. I think about it often, and sigh wistfully. So much wasted life.


This is why I think this story is wonderful. I wish I had had a father who would push me to be better, stronger, bigger. And even though it's pure fantasy, to have him concoct a mixture to give you a muscle boost over the others - well, it?s like getting the chance to be offered the Food of the Gods.

I know what a lot of people think about this story ? the father is excessive in his son?s improvements, and eyebrows raise slightly about imagined encounters.

As Kenstaff has already clearly put in his prologues, those encounters simply do not happen. Besides, had it even been a possibility? Does anyone here honestly think the kid couldn?t fend off his old man? As the story has progressed even to this point, the kid could break his father in two, if he had tried anything that Jason didn?t want to happen. There?s just no possibilities for imagined problems to occur here. Period. I have wondered if Kenstaff put that moment of the dad looking in the bathroom mirror, just to make the point of how impossible it was, how clearly so far apart the two were from each other physically.


Sadly, my magical growing time is over. But for many others, possibly even some on this forum, it has only just begun. Members on this forum who have yet to finish puberty, I sincerely hope this forum is an inspiration to you, and you don?t let the moment pass. There is nothing more awe-inspiring and jaw-dropping than to see a 16 year-old bodybuilder, after a year of serious and earnest workouts. Especially when that 16 year-old turns out to be a reflection in the mirror of you. I mean that more sincerely than you can possibly imagine.

For the rest of us, I sincerely hope that parents take a little extra time to know their kids a bit better, and listen to their problems closely. And when that magic time in their young development occurs, make sure that he or she is aware of the possible options they have in changing their lives forever, if they simply take advantage of that one, crystalline moment.

[kenstaff]

Thanks Kit W. for opening up like you did here - I'm sure many of us in this forum completely understand what you've written and can empathize and relate in some way or another.

You're right in that this story is complete fantasy and nothing is based on anyone I know or situations I've encountered or heard of. It is entirely a product of my (bent) imagination and continues on those evenings or weekends when words flow from bored frustrations. I like to add a twist of deviance to add some out-of-the ordinary flavor, enough at least to allow me to reach a level of escapism that takes me far enough away from reality, in order for me to feel like I've had enough of a break from it by the time I'm done.

We all have our own tastes at what turns us on - and/or - what we find interesting enough to continue reading. There are stories on this forum I've read, many of which end in a way I find disturbing - and well, I like to think there's a large group of members (such as yourself) who are like me - and thus would appreciate the effort I put into crafting the words and story in a way that makes you think beyond the immediate physical pleasure of the story's flesh.

You seem to have done that, so i really do appreciate your comments.

Let me just say though Kit, our childhoods growing up made us the people we are today - and I know, I know very well... some of us may say "Yeah, so? Maybe I would have been a better person if...." but I simply do no think that's the case. We all have lessons to learn and experiences to go through - and each of us has a different path. By the sounds of it your childhood provided you what you needed to turn into the great sounding man you are now - and one who ultimately came full-circle by finding some satisfaction at your high-school reunion.

I can't claim to know anything more about your life but the fact that you'd put it out there here tells me you have an open mind and a willingness to share - meaning you have a big heart. Sound to me like you turned out just right.

Cheers buddy

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by kenstaff

We all have lessons to learn and experiences to go through - and each of us has a different path. By the sounds of it your childhood provided you what you needed to turn into the great sounding man you are now - and one who ultimately came full-circle by finding some satisfaction at your high-school reunion.

I can't claim to know anything more about your life but the fact that you'd put it out there here tells me you have an open mind and a willingness to share - meaning you have a big heart. Sound to me like you turned out just right.

Cheers buddy

I'm just going to make a quick response, because I can't receive such a kind compliment without saying something. But I know this isn't "Dear Abbey", or Sigmond Freud's office, so after this, we'll move on to the fantasy of this story.

Firstly, thank you for your so very kind words. Secondly, I want everyone to know that you are 100% correct. That horrible childhood made me seek changing my personal appearance, which in turn consequently affected my confidence and mannerisms, and everything escalated from there. And I am no longer the shy introvert I once was (can you tell?). I also left and restarted my life, and I have been living a life of dreams since I was 19 years old.

So I'm cool, and find myself caring about everyone, which is really the main point to my earlier post - to give everyone a chance I never had, and hope they live happy, carefree lives.

It IS possible to live happily ever after.


Warmest Regards To All,

- Kit -

[lsosuke]

*?* i hope that the jason 's dad grow with jason and have sex a grow bigger 2 titans of muscle and sex >.<

[sexiscriptor]

isosuke totally beat me to my own comment! hah!

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by lsosuke

*?* i hope that the jason 's dad grow with jason and have sex a grow bigger 2 titans of muscle and sex >.<

Didn't the story establish this stuff only works on teenagers?

[lsosuke]

nope i rembemember that in teenagers work more and better but is good for all, i belive it... >.<

[daybird2]

Never have I heard anyone express their feelings on this subject in a more beautiful manner. Your genuine concern, imparted to both parents and teens, was deeply felt. This is a "once only" part of a teens life that needs to be nurtured and relished. Too bad more families don't realize this. Once again, thank you for your incite and for sharing your personal experiences on this matter.