Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 16:56:37 -0700
From: Alex Irons <musclegod300@gmail.com>
Subject: Home From College - Part 2

This story contains heavy incest and muscle growth themes. It is
purely a work of fiction. All comments or ideas are greatly
appreciated: musclegod300@gmail.com


Chapter 2
"Muscle Makes the Man"


"What do you think son?"

He came out of the dressing room, wearing nothing but a pair of blue
boardshorts. I remember that gift shop like it was yesterday, the gift
shop we found this past July while camping. He stood there almost
looking like a kid, checking out the the way his body looked, excited
about this new found piece of clothing. I couldn't help but smile at
his immature tendencies.

"They look good dad!"

I grabbed an identical red pair and joined my dad in the changing
room, stripping off my jeans and shirt. Seeing us in the reflection
was almost comical, especially after putting on the shorts. Besides
the age difference and muscle build, we looked almost identical. We
had the same hair, the same height, even the same happy trail. I made
a funny flexing pose in the mirror, making dad ruffle my hair with a
chuckle. Anyone could tell we were father and son, anyone, until my
dad decided to start flexing back..

****************

"Remember these things?"

My dad stood over me and chuckled, sliding a pile of eggs onto my
plate. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. Those
same blue shorts, the ones that hung down to his knees only four
months ago, now squeezed half way up his thighs, verging on
destruction. The enormity of my dad's legs far surpassed anything
those jeans lead onto believe yesterday. They had to be almost twice
as big as mine, hairy as hell and cut up like diamonds.

I almost wanted to whimper at my misfortune, that camping trip was
nothing more than a dream now. Even my dads manhood seemed to bulge
against the shorts like a fucking python. My dad was always decently
sized, but the thing never looked this big.

"So how'd you sleep?"

"..Alright.."

"Sorry Denise and I got a little loud last night.."

A little loud? I heard some crazy things living in a dorm during the
night, but last night was by far the worse. Denise whaled so fucking
loud at times, I thought she was almost screaming in pain. Dad on the
other hand sounded like a total beast. He grunted with each thrust,
banging the king sized headboard against my room, letting the entire
neighborhood know when he reached his climax. I could just imagine him
holding himself above her with his burly arms, that huge muscle ass
thrusting in his impressive member to her small vadge. They must have
fucked five times before I finally went to sleep, god the poor girl
must have been raw..

"It's alright, she's pretty attractive"

I continued the usual manly banter

"Yea she is.."
Dad adjusted his crotch as he walked over again, like her name almost
made him ache to fuck again. He slid some breakfast potatoes on my
plate, god it almost ached being this close to him. I knew it was
probably just the pump, but my dad looked a hell of a lot bigger than
yesterday. Above the shorts was this small white shirt, the fabric
stretched across his torso so tight it was practically transparent. I
could see the outline of his rock hard abs, his big nipples, even his
chest hair. Not to mention every movement he made seemed to make the
threads strain like a balloon ready to pop. Dad just chuckled and
walked back to the kitchen.

"I keep forgetting you're not used to all this yet"

"Sorry.."

I looked down at the table, feeling my face turn bright red. Dad just
poured my big glass of orange juice. He must have caught me staring a
hundred times by now. My lack of self control was almost embarrassing,
I mean this was my own father. I could feel the table thump as he
walked back towards me, glancing up to see his big flopping cock move
beneath his shorts. I looked back down and remained totally silent,
feeling his hand suddenly squeeze my shoulder.

"Haha it's alright Scott" He set the orange juice down "I take it as a
compliment. Your dad's getting pretty big all over"

"Thanks.. I'm just not used to seeing you so.."

"Muscled? Haha just wait, Denise is going to shave me down tonight.
You'll be seeing every inch of my muscles then.."

I took a huge gulp

"Where is Denise?"

"Out grocery shopping. What do you think of her anyways?"

"She seems nice.."

"Yea? She's been so great, especially with learning how to compete.
I'm really starting to love bodybuilding"

The word made my stomach sink. How did a gay kid like me end up with
the muscle dad of the century? He raised his right arm for a quick
flex, staring down at it with eager eyes. I just sat there at the
table, seeing his big daddy bicep swell up to its full size. What I
wouldnt give to feel up a muscle like that. I mean there was a part of
me that knew it was just my dad, knew that I could probably grab his
arm and there wouldn't be a care in the world. The other part of me
though, the gay side, knew I would just find arousal and lust.

"..So you're really into that stuff now?" I spoke up

"Totally into it. I've already gained 32 pounds.."

"32 pounds!?"

"Haha Yea. Denise says she's never seen anything like it. I can't wait
to start packing on even more for the competition"

"How much do you weight?"

"223 pounds. Here check it out"

Dad suddenly grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling up the fabric
like some sexy stud in a worship video. I tried not to openly gasp at
the amount of muscle that bulged off his chest. Not only did my dad
have the most enormous pecs I had ever seen, his abs were shredded to
perfection, all six of them. He struggled to get the sleeves past his
arms, giving me those momentary few seconds of total lust. At 5'11",
223 pounds of muscle looked massive on his average sized frame.
Without his face, he looked like that massive jock from across the
hall, the one I had been drooling over for months. While most men his
age would have some sag around their muscles, my dad's were tight and
perfect, like he had the body of a 20 year old.

"Therrrre we go"

My dad groaned, finally squeezing his shirt past his massive arms and
over his head. He quietly smirked at my gawking and expression and
tossed the shirt to the kitchen floor. To think that I would ever be
this close to muscular perfection. His chest was even dusted in that
flawless coat of dark hair, something I found totally arousing. I
watched painfully as he bounced his pecs playfully, giving his muscles
a few quick fixes.

"Pretty great isn't it? I'm planning on adding at least another solid
ten pounds before christmas, get some real size going"

"Real size? Dad you're huge!" I said bluntly

"Haha glad you think so. I honestly don't know why I didn't do this
sooner. I love how big I'm starting to get.."

He raised his right arm up again, grinning as he practically stuffed
his bicep into his face. I know my dad tended to get obsessed with
things, but I never took him for having an arm fetish. He took in this
deep long breath, like he was sniffing his own musky scent. The sheer
size of his deep pitts was almost unreal, twice as large as any normal
mans. He kept on pushing his bicep closer and closer to his smiling
lips. I swear he was about to lick the thing when he opened his eyes
and stared right at me.

"You ever seen a bicep this huge?"

I gulped

"Only a couple of times.."

"You should take a feel.."

My dad got even closer, standing over me like a total muscle god. I
took a huge gulp, knowing already I couldn't refuse. The desire to
touch someones muscles had just piled up so high over the years, and
now here it was being offered to me on a silver platter. I slowly
stood up, looking at my dads more than gleeful face. I almost felt
like a virgin again, touching a man's body for the first time. As I
placed my hands against his huge 18 inch mountain, my cock almost
surged to life. It was so much better than I could have ever imagined,
tender but powerful. I rubbed my hands across its warm steel-like
mound, smelling the musk of my dads pitts, exploring each revit. My
dad pumped his arm a couple times, as if acknowledging my attentive
hands. I honestly wanted to burry my face into his arm, go totally gay
for my dad. Instead I stood there practically drooling, rubbing his
arm like a zombie.

"Pretty cool huh? I'm thinking they'll be 19 inches by next month"

"Wow, 19?" I dropped my hands

"Did you ever think your old man would be saying that anytime soon?"

"Try never.."

"Haha, we better eat, breakfast is getting cold"

Dad sat down on the other side, still without a shirt on. The amount
of food he had in front of him was staggering, especially after last
nights dinner. I mean I always knew bodybuilders ate a lot, but the
amount my dad was stuffing down, it almost seemed impossible.
Yesterday he devoured 4 chicken breast, 3 cobs of corn, a quarter
pound of green beans, a half pound of mashed potatoes, and a
staggering huge protein shake for dessert. If there was any chance my
dad was trying to make me feel pathetic, it was working.

"God I'm hungry"

He started digging in. The fact that he sounded like an animal while
eating his food was one thing, seeing him eat like one, was a whole
different story. He looked more beast than man, with the enormous
shelf of his hairy pecs pushing down his flapjack sized nipples, his
huge shoulders and traps swollen around his face. The grease and slop
dripped from his gorging mouth, I couldn't imagine how ravenous he
must have been to be eating like this.

BURRRPP

"Jesus dad.."

"Haha sorry. It's all this growing I'm doing"

He snickered a little, continuing to scarf down his food. It was
honestly almost kind of hot in a way. Knowing all that food was
helping him grow, transforming into probably pure muscle. He finished
off the entire plate in only a couple of minutes, making another loud
belch.

"Better get ready, I'm going to get one last pump in before the family
gets here.."

The family, I had almost completely forgotten. Thanksgiving day and
all that was on my mind was daddys muscles. He stood up from the
table, thumping across the kitchen with a roided out looking belly. I
couldn't even imagine how everyone would react. My dad was already the
tallest out of everyone, and here he is packing all this muscle now.
He snatched his shirt up and made one last grin at me.

"Don't forget to clean up your plate"

"Sure thing dad.."

God I felt pathetic. I looked down at my small pile of food, knowing I
wouldn't even be able to finish half that. I was always so envious of
the guys that could always eat a ton. It reminded of all my jock
friends in high school, scarfing down four or five pieces of pizza at
a time, totally horned up and muscled. My dad was like a teenager
going through puberty, a big one at that. Here he was working out,
growing huge, getting the hottest girl. Wasn't I supposed to be the
one going through college? I guess its like they always say, muscle
makes the man..

"GRrrrr"

I spent the next few hours in my room, hearing his grunts echo
throughout the house. Even though my dad said he just getting in a
pump, it sounded more like a full blown workout to me. Over an hour of
lifting and there was no sign of stopping. I could only imagine what
he must look like using that tiny weight set. We've had the thing
forever, ever since before I was born actually. Considering the size
he was at, he was probably maxing out every weight available. It was
shamefully kind of hot in away, my dad outgrowing his college weights.

I went downstairs after dressing up, seeing my dad stand by the
window. He strapped on the same jeans as yesterday, along with equally
tight black shirt. The pump he got definitely made him look bigger,
hell it was a wonder he even got those clothes on. I slowly walked up
behind him, staring down at his tight bubble butt.

"Man I can't wait to see their faces.."

My dad looked down at his arm, looking totally smug and powerful. His
family always was competitive, especially between him and my uncles
(his two older brothers). For all the randomness of my dad's sudden
growth in muscle, it almost all started to make sense.

Showing off was always limited by the size of your pocket book,
something my dad never had very much of. Investing in your body,
although sounds crazy, was almost like the perfect win. While most
people are scrambling to buy the latest cars and electronics, dad
could just continually pump his body bigger and bigger, grow into his
own massive showcase piece.

"Grr, yea. So who do you think is going to be shocked the most!? Haha,
I bet your uncle Ben is going to.."

SNAP

"Jesus dad!!"

I looked down, seeing my dad's left leg blow through the seam of his
jeans. My dad frantically grabbed the gaping hole, covering it up like
he thought I wouldn't notice.

"Fuck not again.."

"This happened before?"

"About a week ago, shit I must have gotten too pumped! I knew these
jeans were about to go but.."

RRRIIIIIPPPP

"Holy fuck dad!!"

I practically squealed, watching the other huge thigh suddenly shred
through the blue denim. My dad just laughed this time, smirking down
at his overly muscled body. The skin and hair of his legs bulged
through the small openings, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"God It's like I'm growing bigger by the second!"

DING DONG

"What are you going to do dad!?"

"You and Denise answer the door. Meet me in the bathroom with a pair
of shorts when you're done"

"Ok.."

My dad quickly walked off. I could hear his jeans rip and tear even
more as he thumped down the hallway, shit it was like he was hulking
out. I stood there for a second, my heart practically beating out of
my chest. I quickly wiped the sweat from my forehead, hoping that no
one needed to use the bathroom.

"Hey Uncle Ben.."

"Hey big guy, how are you?"

"I'm good..You?"

"Hungry. Where's your dad?"

"Oh he's around here somewhere.."

I said blowing him off, watching the line of people come up to the
door. It was like they had all came out once. Before I knew it the
entire house was filled with over twenty people, all while my dad was
locked up into the bathroom. I tried to fish my way through the sea of
my family, dodging every question they threw out like bullets. My dad
always kept some shorts in his duffel bag, knowing that would probably
be my only chance. His bag was laying between all the weights and
sweaty towels in the garage, the place absolutely reeked. I found a
pair of red shorts buried deep within his bag, a little small, but
better then nothing. Luckily everyone seemed to be doing there own
thing right now, there loud voice filled the living room. I quickly
ran to the bathroom across the hallway.

"I got some!"

I almost shouted, quickly closing the door behind me. I turned around
to see my dad just stand there, looking down at his jeans at his jeans
with an almost hungry look. I heard the sound of his jeans start to
snap and pop again, looking down to see his right leg began to flex.

"Dad what are you doing!?"

"Sorry son. I just can't help myself.."

RRRIIIIPPPPP

My dad laughed, forcibly shredding his right thigh through the seem of
his jeans. This time I actually squealed, dropping the shorts to the
floor and backing into the door like a scared girl. My eyes just
bulged as dad began to flex up his other leg, watching the denim
hopelessly inflate. I couldn't believe what he was doing, actually
flexing through his own clothes. He snickered like he had wanted to do
this for years, pumping his thigh until it was nearly double in size.
I squirmed like a worm as thread by thread of his jeans snapped apart.
It wasn't long before the blue denim suddenly exploded off his leg,
unleashing this total tree trunk of hairy muscle.

"Fuck that was easy! I bet I could blow through this whole outfit!!"

Dad gripped his knuckles together, thrusting his arms forward to flex
his pecs. His black shirt suddenly burst open around his fat nipples.
My dad laughed like a kid, heaving his chest bigger and bigger,
puffing up his lungs with huge amounts of air. I watched mortified as
more of his huge muscle torso became exposed. The shirt shred down his
thick pecs and steel plated abs almost like a fucking zipper. Next my
dad slowly raised his arms, causing the threads around his huge pitts
to snap. The pump he got from that last workout was insane. His arms
looked almost 19 inches now, there was no way those sleeves would
survive. My knees practically trembled just knowing I'd hear the sound
again, almost wanting to cover my ears.

"Show your guns to the judges!!"

My dad flexed his biceps, blowing through his sleeves like they were
fucking paper. He just roared with laughter, looking like a total god
of muscle. He looked down and began tearing the remaining fabric off.
My jaw nearly hit the floor as he peeled off the last bit of denim.
His briefs were dangling between his thighs, stretched down by one of
the most massive cocks I had ever seen. It looked as if his manhood
had nearly doubled in size. It must have been over six inches flaccid,
thick as a fucking beer can. My own cock was throbbing painfully hard
in my jeans, grinding itself almost to the point of cumming. Dad just
laughed at my facial expression, arrogantly turning towards the mirror
with a quick flex.

"What do you think son, should your old dad shoot for 15 pounds instead!? Haha"

I stood there speechless. The definition of his muscles was borderline
freaky. He hit pose after pose, sneering at his own reflection like
the muscle heads at the gym. I looked down and watched his huge cock
began to inflate inside his briefs, whimpering at its sheer size. He
turned towards me and continued to flex, I could feel my cock about to
cum. He hauled up one of his huge arms again, flexing into his
signature single bicep pose. My dad really sniffed his pitts this
time, grinning with such disgusting satisfaction.

"Mmm, you know what the best part is about having all this muscle
son?.. It's knowing you can only get bigger from here.."

My cock suddenly splurged, shooting gobs of warm cum into my briefs
like a fucking fountain. I dug my nails into the bathroom door behind
me, using all my might to hold back the moan of pleasure that tried to
escape me. I swear I thought my dad was going to see my throbbing cock
beneath my jeans, see me orgasm over his awesome muscle bod. Instead
he just kept flexing his muscles, boning up over his own image. I
looked down one more time to see his mammoth cock continue to swell,
seven inches now and it didn't even look half hard. My dad with a
final chuckle put down his arms.

"Bet you've never seen that before have you!?"

My dad boasted, grabbing the shorts off the floor I dropped. He stood
back up and began tugging them up his strong hairy thighs, struggling
to even get them past his knees. I eagerly watched my dads cock just
flop over his waistband as he got to the top, noticing even how
swollen his testicles were.

"Guess I got a little excited back there.."

He said grabbing its enormous shaft, stuffing it back into his shorts
like a firehose. I still couldn't believe how massive his cock was
now, knowing it had to be in the double digits. To think his cock used
to be only an inch or two bigger then mine. What middle aged man's
cock just starts growing bigger one day?

"Fuck this underwears small.."

"..I should probably check on the guest"

"Wait Scott" He grabbed my shoulder "I need a new shirt now.."

"Ok.. Be back in five minutes"

I opened the door, feeling a burst of fresh air hit my face. I slammed
the door behind me and let out a huge sigh of relief. What just
happened in the bathroom was insane. I felt my cum drip down my legs
as I walked down the hallway. Nineteen years old and my briefs had
never been this soaked. I looked down to see if a wet spot had formed
yet, knowing it was about to seep through at any second. Everyone
seemed mostly distracted with each other, eating the delicious food
Denise had put out. I quickly ran upstairs to my dad's bedroom,
stopping off in his bathroom first.

I grabbed a washcloth from his counter and pulled down my pants, it
looked like I had just pissed myself there was so much cum. I started
down towards my feet first, working my way up to my soaking crotch.
The image of him bursting out of his clothes just replayed in my mind.
I know there should have been some amount of shame, splurging a big
cum load over my own dad, but it was honestly the hottest fucking
thing I had ever seen! The fact that he was so muscle obsessed, so
disgustingly arrogant about his growth. My dad was obviously planning
on pumping himself much bigger, bigger then I could probably even
fathom. For the first time on this trip I felt my anxiety dissipate,
and I knew it was all for the wrong reasons. I slowly pulled up my
pants, looking at myself in the mirror, my uncontrollable smirk.

Maybe my dad turning into a bodybuilder, wasn't so bad after all..