Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2015 12:28:45 -0800
From: Alex Irons <geektofreek@gmail.com>
Subject: Happy Meal

Purely a work of fantasy. Obviously.

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Enjoy!


HAPPY MEAL

When we got to McDonald's, that surprising late afternoon, everything
seemed just fine. Jack, my ten-year old son, who was definitely getting
hungrier these days, probably due for an early growth spurt, I often
thought, was grabbing his stomach in a peculiar fashion. Looking almost
starved, even after the kid totally devoured every last bite of his big
early morning breakfast. So when it came time to order, I figured, why not
buy him two Happy Meals instead of one.

"Whoa, two toys!?"

"Sure thing, kid."

"Thanks, dad!"

He sat down in his seat, looking rather handsome today, with his perfectly
fitted white shirt and denim blue jeans, his short blond hair slightly
draped over his forehead.  The kid, as usual, began with his
cheeseburger. I myself got a Big Mac. I didn't really enjoy McDonald's as
much as I used to, trying to stay in shape was becoming harder every year.

"Mm, taste so good."

Jack said chomping on his burger. He was already halfway done, the kid was
really building up an appetite. A few more minutes passed and he had
devoured the entire first box, fries and everything, burping loudly across
the restaurant.

BURRRRPPP

"Wow..."

I said speechless

"Haha, sorry dad. I'm just so hungry."

"It's ok, son, eat as much as you want"

Jack smiled at my approval, digging into the second box and unwrapping the
second cheeseburger. There was a quick moment he went to wipe his face,
raising his right arm, causing an unexpected bulge beneath his sleeves, a
bicep, rather than his usual frail boyish arms. I thought I was seeing
things, but as he finished off the second burger, wiping off his greasy
face again, his arm seemed to almost rumble exponentially in size.

"W-whoa!" I reached out and touched "Look at the size of your arms."

I squeezed and marveled at their sudden thickness. Jack seemed surprised
himself, looking over to the side and giving his right arm an impressive
and curious flex. He giggled in his chair as this mound, this chiseled
small peak of muscle, burst up against his sleeve.

"Cool!!!" Jack exclaimed excitedly "Does this mean I'm finally growing?"

"Look's that way. I always had a feeling you'd be an early bloomer..."

"I want to grow so big..."

Jack said lustfully, lowering his flexing arm and digging into the
remainder of the fries. It only took a couple handfuls, a few glorious
large chomps, before they were gone. Then he started gulping down his soda,
both hands attached to the upgraded medium-sized drink. This time, without
a doubt, with a small whimper down my throat, I could see the outline of
these two thickening chest-muscles, pectorals that could have only existed
on one of those gymnast boys, or anyone who normally worked out. Jack,
usually just liked to play video games.

BURRRRRPPP

"J-Jesus, Jack!"

I stuttered

"Can we order one more, dad? I'm still so hungry."

Jack scratched the back of his neck almost shamefully, unleashing this
entire baseball-sized bicep across the top of his arm, pushing up the
sleeve and bursting the fabric up to his equally growing young round
shoulders.

"WOW!" Jack roared "It's like I'm literally growing bigger by the second,
dad!"

"I've n-never s-s-seen anything like it..."

I stuttered frantically, battling with my own jaw to stop from hanging
open. What a quivering mess I was. Jack proudly flexed again, both arms
this time, amongst my disbelief and drool, the other customers and staff,
high above his seemingly innocent looking face. He chuckled, still
thankfully boyishly, as these two unbelievably large and chiseled peaks of
smooth young muscle inflated up, these totally humongous and powerful
meat-packed triceps inflated down. His arms now formed, only miniaturized
to his frame, that perfectly round symmetrical devastation, the shape that
was usually only reserved for the jocks and bodybuilders.

"Look how strong I am!"

"M-my, g-gawd..." This time I really did whimper "You really are hitting
q-quite the growth spurt, k-kid."

"Do you think I'll grow anymore!?"

"I d-don't know..."

"I want to keep growing until I'm bigger than every single boy at school."
His shirt tightened even more. "Then the teachers" Tighter and tighter.
"And maybe even the principal!!!

As Jack wishfully rambled on, which left me speechless by the way, I heard
a small tear from underneath the table. I gulped, while embarrassingly
thinking, how could have I possibly forgotten about the entire other half
of my son, the lower-half of him. It felt almost inappropriate to even try,
but he was so distracted by his chest and arms, it was all too easy to make
a quick observing glance underneath the table.

"Ooh, f-fu-fuck..."

"What's the matter, dad?"

Jack curiously asked. I couldn't even move. So stunned and enthralled by
the pair of overly bloated, denim bulging, muscle-kid-thighs. And that
wasn't even the cause of the tearing sound. His shoes, his brand new pair
of red Nike's, they were actually stretching and pulling open, blistering
at the sides, as his feet grew along with everything else. I knew it was
only a matter of time before the kid would...

"Look at my LEGS!"

Jack roared once again, a little deeper this time, suddenly and without
warning standing up from his chair, causing some of the seams across his
shirt and jeans to tear and explode like gunfire. Half the McDonald's
gasped, yet I had a feeling Jack was far from showing off.

"Look how huge they are..."

He said playfully, eagerly, looking down.

"Oh no..." I already knew what he was going to do. "Jack, NO!"

"TOO LATE!!!

Jack roared with laughter, flexing his huge and spectacular chiseled
kid-muscle-thighs, blowing away every single seam, the stitching, all the
fabric around his ass, his crotch, even his zipper, all of it fell to the
floor and left the boys comically short but huge growing legs, totally
exposed. Not to mention the fact, that he standing there in nothing, but
ironically, a pair of cock and muscle bulging, skin tight, purple branded
"Hulk" briefs.

"MORE!!!"

Jack roared demandingly, not even caring about all the smartphones and
people watching, this time flexing into a double bicep pose so huge, his
two white sleeves simply blew away as if they were paper.

RIIIPPP

RIIIIIIPPPPP

Still smooth as a baby though, even underneath his armpits, more like caves
I should say, the base of his mountainous sixteen-inch chiseled arm
muscles, if I were to guess. It looked beyond obscene for anyone standing
at only five-foot-tall, especially attached to the face of a ten year old,
who looked absolutely drunk with power. Or should I say hunger.

"You're not eating more of this, right dad?"

Jack giggled, a little deeper than last time, reaching for my Big Mac
across the table with one of his growing arms.

"J-Jack, WA-wait!.."

I whimpered loudly once more. Jack grabbed the burger before I could even
flinch, chuckling at his superior reflexes, mockingly turning around,
letting me watch helplessly down upon him from his enormous backside. He
dangled the triple-bun, double-patty, grease and cheese dripping burger,
right above his hungry mouth. Then he lowered it slowly, in a playful
fashion, chomping away at the layers of food like it was some oncoming
train of protein and growth, and his mouth was the receiving tunnel.

"Mmmpfh, more! Jack moaned as he ate. "So much MORE!"

BURRRRPPPP

Jack belched, grabbing his pregnant eight-pack of abs with one hand,
pushing down the last few bits of burger down his throat with the other, an
index finger, his massive and sleeveless seventeen-inch smooth muscle-kid
arm. This time you could actually see, even from behind, his short little
body began to shake from the inevitable surge of oncoming muscle, the much
needed few inches in height. He hunched down slightly, clenching his fists
at his sides, with a couple boyish grunts and groans. His lats suddenly
surged inches in size, surpassing the width of his own shirt, disgustingly
passing the width of his own shoulders!

RIIIIIIPPPPPPP

"He's getting BIGGER!"

A woman shouted from behind me.

"S-sorry, folks." I turned around "My son's just having a growth spurt..."

I lied through my teeth, probably looking just as scared as the woman who
screamed, who was covering her children's eyes, from my son's soon to be
indecent exposure. Then I looked around at the rest of the other customers
and staff, mortified, hearing a wave of gasps, as the definite sound as
more fabric tore.

"You mean the biggest growth spurt on the PLANET, dad!?"

RIIIIIPPPPPP

Jack chimed in. I would say jokingly, but it wasn't a joke. I was hoping it
wasn't his briefs, turning back around, almost relieved, to see that it was
only his shirt that had blown apart, straight down his powerful and
chiseled smooth spine. He was definitely taller, still no bigger than a
child-sized five-foot-three though, yet the unreal muscle bulging power he
possessed was simply mind-boggling.

"MORE, MORE!!!"

Jack continued to roar below me, pumping his arms relentlessly in front of
his chest, with an almost sinister childish laugh. He finally turned back
around towards me, but it was only so he could let me watch, as he
seemingly proudly, yet lustfully, pumped up his ballooning and rounding
smooth boy-pecs. They grew past the size of cantaloupes, softballs, folding
over almost every inch of his little dime-sized nipples underneath the
fabric, with a canyon between them that would trap any grown man's hand
between them. His shirt didn't even have the slightest winning chance at
surviving.

"Haha, look dad, my boobs are bigger than mom's."

RIIIIPPPPPPP

"Oh, GAWD!!!"

I cried the words, covering my mouth, trying not to squeal, maintain my
fatherly composure, when I saw his shirt finally fall to the floor. He
looked so indecent and obscene, some kid muscle growth experiment gone
wrong. Jack could only keep giggling, with his cute little face that still
hadn't changed, sitting atop this bigger than my own bull sized
muscle-neck, huge comparatively monstrous traps, an almost entirely naked
and roided out looking physique, five-foot-four of heavyweight bodybuilding
power, standing there in tight undersized purple briefs to match.

"Check it out dad, I'm probably ten-times stronger than you are now!"

Jack said boastfully, not even flinching over the fact that he was standing
there publically in his underwear. He flexed his colossal kid-muscle arms
in a eye opening demonstration of strength, eighteen inches at least,
eclipsing his entire face, his head almost. The kid clearly loved the
attention. He raised and stuffed one of his huge giant kid-biceps up to his
face, against his own drooling lips, giving them a few slobbering kisses
for everyone and their cameras to see.

"Anyone else want to feed me so I keep growing bigger."

"J-Jack, n-no..."

I pleaded down at him, once again, once again to no avail. I didn't think
anyone would respond to his ridiculous command. But then, to my horrific
disbelief, this big burly man stood up from behind Jack, thighs and chest
so thick, he must have really been a bodybuilder, or at least a retired
one. He carried two boxes of chicken nuggets in his hand, the full
twenty-piece.

"Here you go, kid." He handed Jack the two boxes "You can eat the whole
thing if you want..."

"w-wa-wait..." I whimpered under my breath

"Thanks mister! Jack opened both cartons.  "MMmm, I just want so much MORE!
Has anyone ever heard of a boy outgrowing his WHOLE classroom!?

Jack chuckled hysterically at his own joke. I didn't even try this time, to
say something that is. What could I do anyway. Jack lifted, with his
nineteen-inch muscle bound arms, both boxes up to his lustful mouth, two
dump-trucks over his small five-foot-four stature. He poured and gobbled up
every single nugget, chomping like an animal, a young beast, all
twenty-pieces down into his throat.

"Mmm, I could squish whoever I wanted between my big strong legs..."

Jack choked and muffled his fantasies as he gulped.

BURRRRPPPPP

"Then I'd crush the gym teacher underneath the strength of my arms, haha!
That'll teach him to make me run laps."

Jack couldn't stop vocally fantasizing. Sometimes I forget how destructive
kids actually are. Always destroying and stomping out their sandcastle and
toys like they were gods. It always seemed so innocent, simply because kids
are generally so much smaller.

"God d-damn, what the hell are you feeding this kid!?." The big burly man
bellowed, looking down at Jack with a drool. "Here, have my soda too."

"THANKS!" Jack turned around again. "Haha, nothing's going to fit after
this..."

SLURP, SLURP, SLURP

I watched hopelessly, completely frozen, sinfully curious myself, as to
just how big the boy would grow, looking down upon his young yet obscenely
wide and nearly naked backside for the second time. What remained of his
tiny purple briefs, across the large expanse of his pornographically large
bubble-butt, began to sink up into the dark depths of his caverness young
asshole as he grew.

"Mmm, more! So much MORE"

I guess it was only a matter of time. As he raised his big and bulging
smooth arms high above his head, a spectacular twenty-two inches of
devastating kid power, his briefs finally and executionally became devoured
up by his global and unbelievably muscular kid-butthole.

SNAP

His briefs snapped apart.

"P-PLEASE, NO-NO PICTURES!"

I yelled, trying to block the onslaught of photos and videos being
taken. Jack's young appendage looked absolutely enormous, dangling
six-inches, huge chicken-egg sized testicles, right between both his
monstrously bloated twenty-three inch young muscle-boy thighs. I ran up to
his ear as quick as I could, feeling his huge, powerful and carved naked
physique against my own, as I whispered into his ear.

"I'll give you all the food you want at home, Jack. Let's leave though,
ok?"

"All the food I want!?" Jack squirmed with excitement. "Sure thing, dad!

He grabbed my hand, his grip was unbelievably strong. We ran out of the
McDonald's and into the truck as fast as possible. I did the same with
driving off. In fact, I don't think neither of us had a safety-belt on as I
floored the gas and sped off into the distance.

"That was fun, dad!"

Jack giggled, insatiably rubbing his rippled and thick muscle chest,
bloating his young cock-up, looking nine-inches hard, still baby-smooth, as
he worshiped himself repeatedly. I honestly couldn't handle it, seeing him,
this huge and musclebound boy, sitting right next to me. I pulled over into
the nearest empty parking lot, his elementary school, ironically. After all
his talk of outgrowing his classmates, the poor kid couldn't help but think
that I was actually here to help him succeed in his gigantic endeavours.

"I really am going to outgrow the school!"

Jack roared.

"Haha, not just yet, Tiger."

I joked with a cringe, driving the truck far across the school parking lot,
underneath the covered area, next to the outdoor basketball courts, putting
the truck finally in park. There was a part of me that felt ashamed to even
look, the view of a aroused ten-year old muscle boy, in the evening
sunlight, but this was my son. I figured it wouldn't be too bad, taking
even the smallest of peaks.

"Ohh, w-wow, J-Jack, just l-look at you..."

The words blubbered out of me.

"You like my muscles, dad?"

Jack smirked arrogantly, raising his left arm, actually knocking himself in
the face with his own twenty-three inch bicep, giggling as he became nearly
immobilized, eclipsed by his own hefty growing arm. He made a few small
grunts as he flexed the obscene bowling ball of hulking-boy-bicep. I
actually began to drool uncontrollably out of my lips. Nothing had ever
been seen or witnessed like this on any other known human on the
planet. The unrealistic colossal smoothness, the unparalleled perfection of
muscle, the dense muscle per a square inch, due to his still thankfully
short five-foot-four height.

"So am I really going to grow even bigger, dad? He pumped his devastating
kid-muscle into my face. "Am I really going to get to eat all the food I
want?"

Jack questioned looking up at me, sounding absolutely childish and
innocent, right up until the moment he leaned over and stuffed his colossal
boy-bicep, not just inches away, but right against my jaw-dropped face. The
boy then menacingly began flexing, probably measuring, comparatively, his
arm to my adult sized skull. I could feel my own much smaller manhood grow
beneath my pants. His young power was arousing, even to the man that
rightfully, and seemingly accidentally, gave birth to the young god
himself.

"Yes." I muffled the words against his mountainous arm. "I'll buy you all
the food you want."

"YESSS!"

Jack roared again.

"But first..." I interrupted. "Jack, would you mind getting out of the
truck, so dad can get a better look at you."

"You want to see me flex more?"

Jack opened the door, almost as if his question was rhetorical, hopping out
of the truck, butt-naked, like he already knew my answer. The truck swayed
a little back and forth. Jack, wobbled across the cement court, finding a
leftover basketball from the previous day's recess. It was then I realized
we had left all of his clothes, even his shoes, which must have blown off
at some point, back on the floor of McDonald's.

"I bet someday, I'll be able crush this entire basketball between my butt
just by sitting on it. POP, haha!"

Jack chuckled again at his own joke, right as I got out of the car, already
making the common basketball look small, as he kingly sat on top with his
huge naked muscular ass. He stood up as I got closer, standing probably a
solid five-foot-five, at this point, but stretching at least over two and a
half feet wide, making even my fully adult sized shoulders look small. I
got down on my knees so I could get a better look. I felt absolutely
emasculated and dumbfounded, if I'm being honest, looking around at his
rippled superior body.

"What do you want to look at first, dad? You've already looked at these" He
flexed his enormous arms again. "But I wouldn't mind if you couldn't get
enough."

Jack kissed his bicep. The kid was so confident that a grown man would only
have an infatuation with his muscles, and not his throbbing ten-inch
boy-boner heaving halfway up his chest. It was becoming more and more
apparent, that Jack, still had no clue what it meant for a man to have an
erection. I quickly adjusted my own bulge, before tentatively brushing my
fingers, rolling them across this chiseled valley of bricks, my son's food
bulging eight-pack, for very first time. Still baby smooth, just like the
rest of him.

"Haha, that kind of tickles, dad."

Jack giggled

"S-sorry..."

"But do you feel how strong I am?" Jack smashed his first together,
exploding his large forearms in front of me. "I bet I could crush moms new
boyfriend with my bare hands now."

"I w-wouldn't doubt it..."

I said agreeingly, wanting to worship his spherical and spectacular smooth
muscle cleavage, but Jack didn't seem too interested in that yet. The young
god jiggled his legs, hinting at me, eagerly awaiting, for his lower half
to be worshipped. I guess it made sense, so much of the show at McDonald's
was focused on his chest. He really didn't get the attention he deserved
for the two monstrously engorged muscle-boy thighs.

"I really can't stop thinking about growing, dad!"

"It's o-ok, son." I gulped "It won't be long now before you'll be able to
grow as big as you want."

I sounded like such the pervert, and I guess I was, totally perving out
over these short young muscle legs, that is. Jack seemed approving, as he
actually grabbed my head by the hair, right there in the school's outdoor
basketball court, playfully shoving my face towards one of his smooth,
bulging, bone crushing kid-muscle thighs. So his dad could get a better
look, I'm assuming. He even let me go as far enough as to lean my face
against the warm marble curvature, the striations of smooth muscle across
his leg. Even though, sometimes, humiliatingly enough, my face would get
stuck right underneath the weight and heft of his horse hung testicles.

"Wh-whoa, that feels weird, dad."

Jack suddenly squirmed, only because I had accidentally moved onto to
actually licking, rather than just touching, the inseam his plump little
thighs. I respected his wishes, only touching and caressing as I moved down
his leg, looking up at Jack, every now and then, who looked confused, as to
why his nearly ten-inch kid-cock was uncontrollably throbbing faster and
faster.

"You know, dad, m-maybe it is ok if you lick. O-Only a little
though. Here..."

Jack grabbed my head again, so commandingly to what he desired, directing
me, my mouth, to the first area he wished to be actually licked by his old
dad's worshipping and eager tongue. At first, he only let me near the
outside of his legs, careful to make sure I stayed clear of his nutsack,
his unexpectedly overly sensitive areas. It wasn't long though, not even
mere minutes, until the kid found himself incapable of denying his
increasing limits of pleasure. Soon I found myself inches underneath his
lemon-sized balls, the huge cum-filled nutsack, my face stuffed, surrounded
by his two overgrown smooth muscle-kid thighs.

"Mm-Mm"

Jack whimpered, for once. He moved my head away, turning around, probably
thinking that it would better, less pleasurable, from his back side, then
the front. It was hard not to grin, how mistakingly wrong the kid was. I
could barely keep it together as his voluptuous muscle-boy bubble-butt came
into view, actually knocking me over in the face, believe it or not,
pummeling me to the ground.

"Sorry, dad!"

Jack said nervously. Now the kid really did tower over me. At least with my
head on the ground. He seemed antsy, squeamish, rubbing his two bloated
legs together, as if he had to pee. I watched the first drop of thick
pre-cum hit the ground, right between the front of his two growing legs and
feet. The kid was ready to burst. You could tell he was awaiting another
sinful lick, another slurp of his dad's tongue.

"Are you going to keep going, dad?"

He even started to beg for it.

"You betcha, kid!"

I said so proudly, groaning so loud, as I teasingly dove my face right
between the bottom middle, the backside, of his colossally smooth
kid-muscle thighs. The boy quivered and shook, leaking pre-cum like some
total faucet, from the sound of it. I maneuvered my hands up the side of
his bulbous muscle butt, slightly parting away his glutes, letting me view
upon the his smooth, yet frighteningly deep, probably unwashed,
kid-butthole. Part of me was a little surprised, that the boy even lasted
this long.

"Oooh! Oooohh!"

Jack moaned as I made my way up, slurping every inch of legs with my
tongue, everything leading up to the kids glorious muscle-butt canyon. I
groaned as I finally reached the base of his glutes. It was honestly
ten-times stinkier than I could have ever imagined, yet I couldn't stop
from lapping it all up, hearing Jack's faint moans rapidly turn into light
squeals. It wasn't long before his glutes began to convulse with pleasure
around my head, slurping up my skull, my entire face, just like his briefs,
up and into the suffocating depths of his own deep muscle hole.

"Daddy, wo-worship m-me!"

Jack squealed like a pig, grabbing my head and securing it further up into
his ass. What a terrible father I was, giving my son a rim job at his own
elementary school. I knew it was all over as he squealed at the top of his
lungs, bucking back and forth, bent over against my face, as he splooged
gallons of cum, hands free. The first orgasm of his life. To think I was
barely even halfway up his glorious stink hole. I gasped for breath,
popping my face out, as the kids glutes almost involuntarily crushed my
face. The devastation of semen, more like a lake, surrounding us seemed
impossible, just like everything else that had happened. But honestly,
today, this moment, was literally the hottest moment of my entire life.

"I C-CAN'T S-STOP!!!"

Jack continued to squeal, as he still uncontrollably bucked, taking what
seemed like minutes to finish off, squeeze every last drop out of that long
thick shaft and two giant sized semen tanks. I took couple more slurps, a
few more kisses, right between the deepest part of his smooth hairless ass,
just because he was practically comatose. The scene would have been total
muscle kiddie porn, to the right people watching. But I was honestly just
trying to relieve, help, my big and strong growing muscle boy.

"When can we do that again?"

Jack turned around, still throbbing hard, covered in semen and curiously
fingering his own butthole from behind.

"Anytime you want, kid. Except first, how about we take you to the grocery
story?"

"YESSS, I'm starving!"

The End. Maybe.