Manning Up Part 3 (Kratos Project)

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I'd like to consider this the last moment before we lose the old Joe and bring in a whole new Joe. I worked to get this done quickly, making it short enough to where I could make a slightly longer part 4 for you guys. Comments/feedback welcome.

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=69783
Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=69786

Manning Up part 3

Joe was up at 5 o’clock with a maddened stomach. Joe had to sit up as he felt sore all over his body. His new muscles would relax as they were straining unnecessarily. Joe kicked his legs out of the bed not noticing the extra size he’d put on in his sleep. Joe grabbed his stomach as he felt he hadn’t eaten for a week. His stomach was growling as it was reaching empty and was practically starting to eat itself. Joe’s eyes were foggy with the morning, the sun not yet out. Birds chirped outside the windows. Every other sense in Joe’s body was heightened as he felt the sleep spell fading. He could almost hear something like cars in the distance. His eyes were still foggy but, if he concentrated, he would have been able to see the tensed muscle fibers. He also might have seen the torn set of clothes he’d been sleeping on top of. His sense of smell had heightened to the point where he could practically smell the food in the kitchen down the hall way. Like a jungle cat, Joe stood on the wooden floor, his larger feet hitting the floors quietly.

Joe slipped out of his room, into the hallway, and out to the living room. He crouched more closely to the floor as he sensed snoring coming from behind the couch that sided the way to the kitchen. Joe couldn’t help himself as he looked over to find his father, his big body spilled over a couch in nothing but his underwear, his big chest going up and down as he tried to sleep on the small space of the couches seat. It was laughable the couch was holding him as his broad shoulders looked almost wide enough to reach out and over the edge of the couch seats. Joe only stopped to stare for a moment before he slipped past, the smell of food coming from the kitchen even stronger.

Joe quickly slipped into the room, the walls lined with cupboards and the tiled floors scrubbed clean after the maid had been to their house. Joe closed the kitchen door behind him quickly, holding his breath as it shut. Joe took a deep breath and smiled as his stomach grumbled. “Hold on, buddy, I’ll feed you” he said as he turned away from the door to see the kitchen. Joe was so excited for food that he hadn’t noticed how much more easily he could open things, reach objects, and move objects. By the end of 5 minutes, Joe had the kitchen island in the center of the room covered with piles of wrapped, canned, or contained articles of food. Bread, cheese slices, ham, leftover spaghetti, leftover turkey, cheesecake, salad, carots, baked potatoes, chicken breasts, fish breasts, and more were piled up almost high enough for them to reach Joe’s height. Looking over the food, Joe groaned as he felt his stomach roar again. He was a beast out for nourishment.

Joe’s dad woke up with a start as he thought he heard a pot hit the ground. He squinted as sunlight came in from the living room windows. He looked around the room but didn’t see anyone or anything, just the sound of things being shifted around in the nearby kitchen. Chris, Joe’s dad, jumped up from his place at the couch and landed with a thud, putting a lot of weight into jumping from his sleeping place. He thudded at top speed towards the kitchen and flew through the door, slipping on a plastic wrapper, a sizeable shaking of hanging kitchen utensils ringing through the room.

Chris grabbed the back of his head after landing, his head sore. The room was a little shaky in his eyes but he could see something shocking in the room.

“Holy fuck” he said.

Across the floor, containment units were splayed over the room; plastic wrappers, tubberware, aluminum foil, plastic bags, even bags made for chips and others. Cans where vegetables and fruits and other unperishable goods were on the tables, some fallen onto the floor as well. There were no traces of food or drink left besides the last upside down jug of milk that a much larger Joe was juggling.

“J-Joseph, is that you??” Chris said as he looked to see his son still guzzling like a champion beer chugger. When he was done, Joe lowered the jug from his mouth, wiped it with his big forearm, and releasing an impressive BURP from his suddenly bearded face. It wasn’t a thick beard but it seemed as if only several weeks ago did Joe have a 5 o’clock shadow.

“Hey, dad, sorry about the mess” he said as he set the milk jug on the counter and scratched his bare hairy chest before walking around the table. Chris was speechless as he saw his nearly naked son in full view.

He’d grown much bigger than when Chris had left him last. Joe was towering by at least 3 more inches than before and was wide enough to start competiting in size with his dad. Joe’s body was laced with new, big muscles that bulged every time he used them. His arms were big and were actually pushed outward by the size of his lat muscles. His traps bulged on each side of his larger neck and made the combination of them and his deltoids look like their own mountain rage. Joe’s chest seemed to push out like a new shelf that capped with two big, erect nipples. Chris worked hard in their home gym for a chest like that and his son had gotten one almost as big as his in only a night. When Joe came around the island, his father was stunned by what he’d be endowed with.

Joe’s feet had grown massive for his new height, potentially breaking the foot long barrier and on his way to size 16s. The men in Joe’s family were familiar with the big footed trait but Chris, Joe’s own father, had assumed it had skipped a generation. Not anymore!

Joe leaned down and grabbed his dad by the arm, pulling him up faster than Chris had seen coming. He was pulled up like he weighed nothing before Joe set him back down quickly. Joe smiled up to his dad. “You ok there, dad? I didn’t give you a heart attack, did I?” he joked as he performed a surprise pec bounce. Chris was shocked at the fact his son was almost looking at him eye to eye. Never had he seen someone grow so much bigger so quickly. Suddenly, the alarm clock in another room rang, signaling Joe needed to get ready for school. “ Shit!” he said, ignoring his dad’s presence as he cursed in front of him. “Got to go dad!” he said as he ran around his father and vanished into one of their many bathrooms, closing the door behind him. Chris didn’t hear the water turn on as he heard his son shower. His son’s body was unusually vivid in his mind. He was advocate for the opposite sex but, for some reason, he couldn’t get his son’s new form out of his mind. He wasn’t as big as his old man but, if he grew the way he just did, it would only be a matter of time before Chris was eclipsed by a giant version of his once pathetic, meek son. At first, he was proud but now, he was worried and, even more so, anxious. Could his son really outgrow him overnight and then some? Will he still be the man of the house by the end of the day?

To Be Continued…