Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2016 16:32:20 -0800
From: Alex Irons <geektofreek@gmail.com>
Subject: Dwarfed by Dad

Authors Note: Purely a work of fiction. All comments are appreciated, and
can be sent to geektofreek@gmail.com

DWARFED BY DAD
PART 1
BY: GEEKTOFREEK


It was shortly after my dad's second divorce that he would start joining me
at the gym. I was a hobbiest bodybuilder, at best, standing at
five-foot-eleven and weighing in at around 235-pounds. He was definitely
eager to get in shape, "impress the ladies", to quote him correctly. Things
started at a little slow, especially those first couples months. I wasn't
really holding my breath though, given the fact that he was pushing
sixty-years old. But one week as we rinsed off in the locker room showers,
after a nearly three-hour workout, I noticed the remarkable faint rippling
of muscle beneath his usual beefy silver haired abdomen. Then as he raised
his hands to wash his hair, there was slight bulge beneath his upper arms,
a simple curvature, a bicep.

"Looks like you're finally showing some results, dad!"

I proudly complimented

"About time!" Dad said giving his arms a couple quick pumps, holding back
his excited smirk. "Just the beginning I hope..."

The unexpected scenario made me wonder, not by any means worryingly, just
how big the old man was planning to get. I was excited to see his
motivation. Seeing actual visual results had my dad pushing harder then
ever after that day, so hard in fact, it felt like having an actual workout
buddy, rather than just my father tagging along.

"You ready to see these gains, dad?"

It was towards the end of this one week, about seven weeks later, I felt so
mammothly pumped from this totally insane new workout plan I was on, I
honestly couldn't wait to see the results. A couple weeks back, we had
agreed to only start weighing ourselves once a week, just for kicks. So
with my dad standing next to me, showing the slightest signs of muscle
bulging beneath his old man skin, I might add, we both stood on the gyms
identical digital scales. At the time, he weighed about fifty-pounds less
than I did, or so I thought.

"How did I LOSE weight?"

I blurted the words out loud, feeling my smirk, my pride, fall out my gut
and onto the gym floor. All the work I had put in these last couple weeks,
all that time, just seeing the loss of eight-pounds, on the scales digital
readout, had me absolutely nauseous. It had to be an error, I thought. But
I stepped back on, seeing the same readout, "239-pounds". I was so close to
finally reaching my goal of 250-pounds last week, it didn't make any sense!

"Looks like the opposite over here, champ."

My dad delightfully remarked, making me turn piercingly, cringe my teeth
even. The old man really did mean the opposite, standing there proudly next
to me, pumping on his old arms, creating this ridiculously meaty bulge
against his arm, this defined bicep, with the scale blinking a readout of
194-pounds, a gain of exactly eight-pounds. I'll be honest with you, seeing
the slightly smaller gap between us, had me slightly anxious.

"W-Wow..." I still tried to play it cool, with an embarrassing stutter. "I
never thought that you would actually start gaining muscle, dad."

I'm pretty sure that statement just added fuel to the fire, as my old man,
with those piercing blue grey eyes, turned to me looking like some arrogant
teenager, the glamour of a new challenge, twinkling behind his once bored
now lustful eyes. The next day, he showed up strapped into proper gym
clothes, bulging even bigger than yesterday, or so it looked. I figured it
was just a different clothing size, but then, and I know this sounds crazy,
it was almost becoming impossible, as the days went on, to even keep up.

"Look at this, champ!" Dad raised his bulging silver muscle arm in front of
my face. "Sleeves are getting tight..."

He had gained ANOTHER eight-pounds since last week. The small curving mound
of muscle had developed into a full blown peak, this enormous baseball,
stuffed beneath his silver haired old man arms. Dad couldn't help but love
showing off his incredible developments, at the gym, at home, even at the
grocery store. I'll admit though, they were incredible to look at, even
though I was still bigger, it was just crazy to see that kind of muscle on
a man old enough to be most people's grandpa.

"Now my shorts are getting tight..."

Another week past, and this time he gained TEN-POUNDS of muscle. I couldn't
believe it. In fact, most days I wanted to be sick. With all that extra
weight, he was now less than twenty-pounds away from outgrowing me, this
huge bodybuilding grandpa, in just a matter of months, weighing in
212-pounds of muscle. Just like he said, his shorts, the brand new ones he
had only too recently bought, were now bulging with insane dimensions of
his veiny bloated silver old man muscle thighs, disgustingly cupping his
groin area obscenely, especially when he
would squat.

"J-Jesus, dad, I've never seen anything like it..."

I still tried to play it cool, liked the avid bodybuilding I am.

"You're telling me, kid" Dad lifted up his shirt, revealing this EIGHT-pack
of abs. "I'm EXPLODING with muscle"

I dropped my jaw, the whole gym did. What fucking sixty-year old has hairy
deep cut chiseled abs! On top of that, he looked almost twice as ripped as
yesterday, with this iron-plated-v jutting down into his sagging, yet
horrendously overstuffed and bulging, neon gym shorts. That day, while we
were in the shower, I honestly couldn't stop staring, gawking, and my dad
just ate it all up. How was he growing so fast!? To make matters worse, as
far as feeling emasculated, that is, I was born practically hairless,
barely any hair on my body at all, "baby smooth", my dad would often
comment.

"I look like a fucking KING!"

Dad, however, as he spouted his arrogance, lavishly rubbed and soaped up
his growing rippling display of hairy meaty male muscle cleavage, rubbing
and pinching his flapjack-sized nipples, getting off on his prowess, all
his newfound power, like some total king, just like he said, this
unstoppable growing alpha man.

*RIIIPPPPPP*

*RRIIIIIPPPPPPP*

"GOD-damn, would you look at that!"

Two weeks later, dad finally grew to the point of bursting through his
first article of clothing. He said the words so delightfully, looking
unapologetically smug, like he expected this to happen, turning his gaze
delightfully, raising his arm, to see the small gaping hole on the
underside of sleeve, right in the middle of his huge sweaty hairy armpit.
He was so playful and curious, some big kid at the breakfast table,
fingering the small opening almost like it was pussy, even going as far as
slightly tearing it, which seemed to gave him an idea. It was with a
devilish chuckle, like a lightbulb going off in his head, he raised that
same arm and gave it a mighty and monstrous flex.

*RIIIIPPPPPP*

"GUNS bigger than Superman's!"

He roared as his bicep, this totally massive bowling ball of chiseled hairy
perfection, suddenly exploded through his sleeve, an atomic-bomb going off,
blowing the fabric apart into a million threaded pieces, a scene out
usually only my comic books, my dreams, all while I was eating breakfast.
Then, continuing his disgusting piggish muscle show, held up and squeezed
the huge chiseled peak of old man muscle, right into his face, with so much
silver armpit flaring out, it was if a forest had grown in this entirely
monstrous muscle cave, but it was just his armpit.

"Fuck, I smell like an APE!"

Dad gave his armpit a big whiff, inexplicably wafting his horrendous sweaty
odor into my face, so sultry it made my dick suddenly bulge underneath the
table. I wasn't gay, but fuck, he was just so manly. With my mouth
completely dropped open, the half-eaten bacon and eggs falling back to my
plate, I knew it would be hard for dad to not keep demonstrating and
showing off his superior growing muscle strength.

*RRIIIIPPPPP*

"FUCK, yeah!"

It wasn't long before he quickly raised his other arm, in a detonating
fashion, with an equally loud laugh, a pleasing roar, as his other bicep
exploded through the fabric even faster than the first. With both arms
free, he began taking turns flexing and posing each magnificent peak of
hairy muscle, over twenty-inches now from the looks of it, nearly the same
size as mine! He also tried to flex through the front of his shirt,
inflating his chest, the enormous blimping grandpa male muscle cleavage,
but thankfully he couldn't. That didn't stop him from whistling in delight,
openly fantasizing about the prospect of getting even bigger.

"Won't be much longer, kid. I expect I'll probably outgrow you by the end
of the week..."

"I didn't e-even realize you WANTED to grow so big..." I stuttered like a
kid.

"Are you kidding me? Now that I've got a taste, I don't think I EVER really
want to stop growing..."

Dad smirked wildly, as he continuously pumped his huge hairy meaty man arm,
slowly walking away. I was speechless, dumbfounded, watching, as his big
old man bubble butt gobbled and thundered the back of his skin tight gym
shorts. I know it may sound kind of weird to note this, I swear, I'm
completely straight. But I'm giving you all the details because, and I'm
gulping just saying this, his sleeves, weren't the only thing that he would
destroy that day...