Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 10:25:38 -0700
From: Alex Irons <musclegod300@gmail.com>
Subject: Home From College - Part 3

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 3

"Second Puberty"


"Already hit 10 pounds. Thinking I can get up to 20 by the time your home :)"


I read the text one more time before boarding the flight, drooling
over the photo included. A whole two weeks I would be home this time,
two weeks of daddys muscles. The bulging muscle chest in the photo was
enough to make my cock uncontrollably bone in my jeans, god he was
growing fast. I looked around the terminal and adjusted myself in my
seat. To think he sent me this message over two weeks ago, only 10
days after I left back to college. I could barely imagine what he must
have looked like now, ten more pounds, when he was already so huge!


Not to say that I'm not excited..


As if flexing out of his clothes wasn't enough at Thanksgiving, dad
went on a massive spending spree the next day to upgrade his shrinking
wardrobe. It was like he had sealed the deal with destiny. Buying
bigger clothes for a muscle man was like a right of passage, and dad
obviously couldn't have been more smug. He gleamed with such
disgusting satisfaction that he had finally outgrown the labeled "L"
clothes he had been wearing for years. Now he was onto the "XL", the
label that was only reserved for the fat, tall, or insanely muscled.
He proudly dropped over a thousand when we got to the register. New
jeans, new shirts, new underwear, new workout gear. The man finally
looked halfway decent, but even then I knew, it wouldn't last..


I got off the plane, my heart racing out of my chest. Just knowing I'd
turn the corner at any moment, turn and see this totally huge muscle
man standing there. He never did tell me if he reached his new goal,
and knowing my dad the way I did, that either meant he didn't gain
anything more or he totally exploded in size..


"Scott!"


I felt my stomach sink, hearing his voice amongst the crowd of people.
I could see this huge arm suddenly waive above everyone, my dads face
smiling down below. Even though I couldn't see his body yet, the sheer
size of his neck and traps screamed monster muscles. My knees just
shook as I rolled my suitcase towards him, watching more and more of
the crowd part away from him. A glimpse his pecs, a shot of his legs,
a corner of his arms. Soon the entire crowd parted from my dad,
revealing the most muscled, most massive alpha stud I had ever seen in
my life. My dad just curled this devilishly handsome grin across his
face as my mouth hit the floor.


"You going to get that jaw fixed?"


Dad chuckled and reached his arms out, grabbing me in for the biggest
man hug. I wanted to whimper as my face became buried in these two
soccer ball sized pecs, feeling all the muscle from his huge legs and
chest squeeze into my pathetic body. My dick uncontrollably bloated
against one his massive muscle man thighs. I felt like I was back at
ten years old, wrapped between me dad's body after a long day at
school. I slowly hugged my arms around his giant chest, feeling the
mountainous lats that lined his even bigger back. God it almost felt
inhuman, stretching so far and wide that I couldn't even touch my own
hands anymore. My cock just continued to inflate bigger and bigger, I
couldn't believe how out of control I was. Dad just made this deep
rich laugh, making my stomach sink and eyes bulge. It was in that
moment I realized the biggest change of all. The sound of his chuckle
was coming from above me, not at me. I slowly looked up, feeling the
painful reality set in..


"It's pretty shocking isn't it?"


"ur..You're taller.." I stuttered


"Haha yeah, I was wondering if you were going to notice. Doctor says I
gained two inches"


He looked down at me with a grin, sounding almost deeper in his voice.
I stared blankly at his massively muscled neck, the over two foot wide
shoulder span, the unbelievably defined shoulders. My dad looked like
a bull with a man's face, a big fucking bull at that. Down below his
gigantic pecs sucked his t-shirt helplessly between their deep
cleavage, outlining one of the biggest pair of man tits I had ever
seen. On the sides his arms hung out looking totally swollen with huge
amounts of power, engorged in these almost disgusting veins. All of it
was almost freaky, but it was nothing compared to what was down below.
A pair of mammoth legs that spread wide apart to accommodate the
biggest, most enormous quads. I took a huge gulp and frantically
looked back up.


"Remember the last time I picked you up.."


Dad balled up one of his mammoth fist, hauling his huge right arm up
like he had a dumbbell attached. My eyes bulged over the sheer size of
the muscles swelling beneath my dads sleeve, watching all his thick
dark pitt spill out of the tortured armhole. I wanted to squeal in
terror as he flexed his arm, shredding through his XL sleeve like it
was fucking paper. Everyone in the airport practically stopped and
stared, hearing the fabric be helplessly torn. His biceps had become a
fucking bowling ball of muscle, bigger than his own face. Huge swollen
triceps hung like slabs of beef off his arm as he pumped away the
remaining bits of fabric.


"22 inches now.. You ever think your dad could pack on this much muscle?"


"Ho..How much have you grown!?"


"Besides the height? About 30 pounds"


"Jesus dad, it's been less than a month!!"


"Haha I know, so much for that ten pound goal"


My dad raised his other arm, blowing through the opposite sleeve like
a total beast. He sneered at his show of power, pumping the mound of
muscle without a care in the world. It was like he thought the shirt
was disposable, and maybe they were to him. If he really did gain 30
pounds, that would put him at one pound a day of growth, something
that was supposed to be unheard of. I couldn't help but immediately
think of steroid abuse. It was so easy imagining my dad plunging the
needle into his body at the gym, pumping iron like an animal, becoming
a total cocky beast. The only thing that didn't add up was the
height..


"Oh and check it out, your dad's got an eight pack now"


He lifted up his shirt, high up to his pecs. My dad's chest was
completely smooth now, competition ready, and totally ripped. His abs
looked like enormous plates of steel, carved into his stomach so deep
I swear I could fit my entire finger between them. Dad just smiled and
let go of the fabric.


"I can't wait to show you the rest. You're going to love my posing routine.."


Posing routine, with that body? I gulped as dad wrapped his giant arm
around me just like last time, practically engulfing the back of my
head in his deep pitt. This time everyone stared in the airport as we
walked, and I'm talking everyone. It didn't matter what age you were
or even what gender. Women, men, boys, girls, all of them stared at my
dads obvious superiority. It was like when people walked by they
acknowledged quietly that he was better than them. I have to say it
was almost overwhelming, but you could tell my dad was totally getting
off on it. I looked down and saw his denim struggle to contain the
throbbing monster he called a cock. It sounded crazy, but the thing
looked even bigger than last time! I took another huge gulp and slowly
stared up at his figure, wanting to drool as his thick fat nipple
practically plunged into my mouth. However my dad was growing, however
my dad was doing it, I had a feeling over the next two weeks, I was
more than going to find out..

"So don't be too disappointed, but I had to sell the Mazda.."


"What!?"


We stepped out into the parking garage


"Yeah sorry son, I got too big"


"Too big?"


"Haha yup. It happened around the time I hit 240. Tried to sit down,
my legs tore the steering wheel right off the dashboard.."


"Jesus.."


"Tahoe is nice though, it's big, like me.."


Dad held up the keys, flashing the lights on this huge black truck at
the end the parking garage. I guess it was more practical for a man
his size, remembering how he towered over the Mazda the last time he
picked me up, it's no wonder the thing gave out. He grabbed my
suitcase just like last time, opening the large trunk. The swell of
all his muscles from just the slightest movement was enough to make me
cum for life. His giant pecs caused his shirt to reveal inches of his
muscle choked gut, hell he almost looked like an ultra pumped Zeb
Atlas.


"You know I have to say I kind of missed that stare.." Dad glanced at me


"Sorry.."


"Don't be, I can barely stop staring myself" He closed the back of the
trunk "It's hard to believe that all this is my body"


Dad looked at himself in the reflection of the truck, giving his upper
body a few quick flexes. The man was totally obsessed with his
muscles, totally infatuated. We were standing there in a parking
garage, with dozens of people walking by, and there he was flexing
like the arrogant muscle stud he was becoming. He smirked at his
incredible reflection and turned towards me again.


"Getting big.." Dad remarked to himself


"..I bet Denise is pretty happy"


"Oh.. Denise.." Dad put down his arms


"..That not going well?"


"I don't know.. She's been acting weird ever since I started growing
like this" He walked towards the driver door


"Thought she liked a man with muscle.."


"She does.. but I guess everyone has their limits.."


Dad opened his door with a smirk. I couldn't but help but get this
sickening feeling that he was talking about his monster sized cock.
Any girls pussy would be torn wide open from the look of the thing
now. I gulped and watched the whole truck rock back and forth as he
loaded himself into the driver's seat, feeling so pathetic as I opened
the passenger door. Dad just barely squeezed into the driver's seat.
Even with this new truck, his huge amount of muscles were making it a
tight fit. His legs were almost stuffed against the bottom of the
steering wheel, and the door was more than pushing against his giant
shoulder. He grunted as he struggled to even get on his seat belt, his
swollen arm muscles pushing into equally large swollen chest. Fuck it
was just muscle ontop of muscle..


"Ahh well.. I've got girls lining up left and right with the way I'm growing"


"Heh, yeah I bet"


"Harris actually calls it my second puberty haha"


"..Harris?"


"Harris is my new bodybuilding trainer"


"Oh.."


"Yeah, I met him at the gym when Denise started to get all flakey.."
Dad started up the truck "I'm telling you son, the muscles on this
guy, you're not going to believe your eyes.."


Dad made a huge grin as he backed up the truck. How could anyone
possibly be bigger? I turned towards the window feeling my mind squirm
over the idea. Even with my massive muscle fetish, all the years of
looking at worship videos and muscle magazines, seeing it in person
was a whole different ball game. The size of 22 inch arms, the way his
muscles already seemed to constrict his body, the difficulty getting
into his own truck. Someone bigger honestly almost seemed impossible..


The rest of the ride home he talked about his giant gains and his
lifts, all the while my dick throbbed out of control. I tried telling
myself it was my dad again, my own flesh and blood, but even that was
starting to fail. The fact that I had known him my whole life, that I
could easily touch and explore that body with probably no regard. It
reminded me of my high school days, all my close friends who turned
into super jocks. Watching them go from small boys to fully grown
muscle men, it was the hottest experience of my life. While I know my
dad already was a man, it was like he was transforming into something
better, an alpha male, a beast. I glanced over at his bulging muscles
for probably the hundredth time, casually draping my arm over my
raging hard on. It honestly didn't even look like my dad anymore..


"Looks like Denise is still here.." Dad grumbled


"..Is that bad?"


"Well I was hoping she would be out grocery shopping by now, I'm
fucking starving.."


Dad unbuckled his seatbelt, looking almost frustrated by her actions.
He always did get grumpy when he was hungry. I sat there patiently
while he practically squeezed out of his seat, feeling the truck
helplessly rock to the weight of his heavy body. I know my dad said
about 30 pounds, but shit he must have been pushing 260. I quickly
flipped my hard-on into my waistband as he stepped out of the truck.
Dad just threw my suitcase over his shoulder and swaggered towards the
house.


"Scott's here.."


Dad announced as he walked through the door, dropping my suitcase to
the floor with a loud thump. I watched him strut over to Denise,
unable to believe my eyes at the way she looked. Dark circles, make-up
smeared, hair uncombed, hell she looked utterly exhausted. Those hours
of sex with my dad must have turned into all nighters, hell maybe more
than that.

She swiped back her hair and forced her best smile, looking almost
frightened as my dad approached.


"Thought you were going to the grocery store babe?"


"well I..i"


Dad just forced her into to his big arms and smiled, pulling her in
for a deep sloppy kiss like last time. I could tell she tried to
resist, but nothing could stop those muscles. She whimpered as he deep
throated her with his tongue, god the size comparison was almost mind
boggling. He made out with her for almost a full minute, looking
hornier than a teenager. His big hands ravaged her like a rag doll,
moving up her body with such intensity I thought he would rip her
clothes off right there. Dense just squirmed more and more between his
huge body, finally getting enough strength to push herself away.


"St.. stop!"


My dad just grabbed her arm with an almost angry look, like a beast
unsatisfied. I looked down and saw his zipper just bulge to eye
popping proportions. He must have been raging with testosterone. If it
wasn't for me standing there I swear he would have just raped her
right there. He looked over at me and let her arm go. Denise quickly
grabbed her keys off the counter and walked past me, slamming the
door. Dad looked at me with disgust, his cock about to blow through
the zipper on his jeans. He wiped his face clean of her lip gloss and
grunted.


"See what I mean? A month ago she couldn't keep her hands off me.."


"..A little rough with her don't you think dad?"


"Hmph, its not my fault she can't keep up"


Dad boasted like some cocky jock, turning his attention on the
kitchen. I heard him rustle through the cabinets, slowly turning the
corner to see the half the kitchen counters lined with bodybuilding
supplies. Muscle enhancers, protein powder, muscle supplements,
pre-workout pills, after workout pills, the list went on. It must have
been hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars worth of product. Enough to
turn even the skinniest guy into a total freak.


"Wow.. this is a lot of stuff Dad.."


"Yeah, It's like drinking mashed potatoes by the time I'm done mixing
it all together. Gross I know, but it's all to help me grow.."


Dad grabbed a bottle from the cupboard, filling it a little over
halfway with water. He opened up each of the large containers with
such satisfaction. First he popped down a handful of pills from three
of the small containers, gulping them down like second nature. Next he
moved onto the larger tubs, loading up scoop after scoop of powder
into the water bottle, not stopping until it practically overflowed. I
watched totally stunned as he shook the bottle vigorously. His torso
just ballooned as his mouth drooled, almost like his body was
anticipating the next feed. He quickly raised the bottle up to his
eager lips and began chugging down the thick muscle shake like he had
been starving for days. I watched feeling so pathetically small, so
incredibly emasculated. The loud gulps as the shake chugged down his
throat were almost beastly. The white liquid just oozed from his lips
onto his enormous pecs. Dad squeezed the bottle as he got to the end


"Mmm Yeah.." Dad groaned and licked his lips "That hit the spot"


"Hungry..?"


"Always. You wouldn't believe the amount of calories I'm burning
through haha. I swear sometimes Scott.. I can just feel my muscles
GRrroowwing.."


RIIIIIPPPPP


My mouth just dropped open. Just as dad groaned through his words, his
right pec suddenly blew through the front of his shirt. Dad looked
down at his meaty pectorals with his own look of surprise, grinning
like a kid at christmas. He looked up at me and passed it off with
confidence.


"What did I tell ya!? Haha"


RIIIPPPPPP


His other pec went shedding through as he laughed, god it was like he
really was growing. Dad humorously began puffing his chest up bigger,
forcibly shredding his giant chest through the undersized shirt. It
was just like Thanksgiving, hell it was better than Thanksgiving. Last
time dad gritted his teeth and snarled like an animal, this time he
barely had to blink, barely had to even try. The shirt just hopelessly
blew apart faster than the sleeves did at the airport. It almost
didn't even make sense, the shirt was fine just a few minutes ago. He
chuckled with such satisfaction, looking down as the coveted XL shirt
blow away like it was fucking nothing.


By the time he decided to put some real muscle into it, there almost
nothing left. He flexed his pecs, exploding through the center of the
shirt with a loud POP. Then for the grand finale he hauled his arms
out in front of him, flexing his mountainous back with one incredible
groan. I wanted to cover my ears as the most horrific tearing sound
echoed throughout the kitchen.


"Fuckk yeahh"


"Holy.."


I watched, shaking my head as most the fabric slowly fell from his
chest and onto the floor. Dad looked down at me with a big fat grin.
My head just spun at the size of his unleashed torso. It was hands
down the widest, most muscle pumped chest I had ever seen. His
definition was nearly perfect, outlining each muscle head like it was
an anatomy diagram. His lats were practically wider than his epic
shoulders, the width of a door. Dad casually grabbed the remaining
tattered fabric with one his burly hands and tore it free.


"So much for extra large.."


"You just bought that!" I squeaked


"Haha yeah.." Dad looked down and bounced his pecs "..fifth one this
week. I've blown through most my jeans, shorts, underwear.. haha hell
everything is going"


"..Think its time you slow down a little..?"


"Haha slow down!?!... Wait till you see my new gym.."


New gym? Dad thumped past me with a smile, leaving his shredded shirt
to the floor. Five minutes of being home and he already topped what I
saw last time. Everything was a muscle show on its own, even watching
him walk up the stairs. The expansive muscles on his back practically
filled the width of the small staircase, and the sound of the thumping
and creaking from his ever growing weight. I slowly followed behind,
getting to the top to see him standing by my bedroom door. I started
to wonder what he had done to my room, my own small bedroom. He opened
the door and chuckled


"Think I'll be able to slow down with all this?"


I dropped my mouth again. Everything, and I'm talking everything in my
room had been gutted out, leaving nothing but a muscle heads paradise.
Hardwood floors, floor to ceiling mirrors, wall to wall weight
machines. I walked in and smelled all the musk and sweat that had
already stained the newly painted white walls. Even the lights had
been replaced with huge fluorescent tubes, no doubt to see all the
detail in his muscles while posing.


"Figured I should invest in a better gym If I'm going to take this
thing seriously.."


"This is so crazy.."


"Posing mirrors, squat machine, double wide bench, 800 pounds worth of
plates, oh, the best part is though.." Dad walked over to the rack of
adjustable dumbbells "..these babies go all the way up to 150"


Dad began dismantling one of the hundred pounds, I couldn't believe he
was already lifting that much. He loaded on even more of the tiny
plates, screwing it all together to make the ultimate dumbbell. He
made a big fat grin at me and then grabbed the huge weight, making an
enormous groan as he heaved all 150 pounds into the air. I cringed my
teeth together as his arm just exploded in size over the strain,
looking more like 23 inches not 22. My dad just struggled to even lift
the thing once, turning bright red in the face, engorging himself in
the most monstrous looking veins. He finally dropped the weight back
to the rack and groaned proudly.


"Grr yeah, just imagine how huge my arms are going to get.."


"Do you really plan on lifting that much someday?"


"More if I can.." Dad flexed his arms proudly "..come feel how rock
solid they are already.."


I gulped quietly. How could I possibly say no to that? I walked over
almost hesitantly, the battle between family blood and sexual lust
raged on in my head. Although it was safe to say, sexual lust had
definitely won in this battle. My dad stood there offering his muscles
to me like fucking food on a platter. I could smell his musk, feel his
body heat. My mouth began to drool looking at the mountain of muscle
that bulged only inches from my face. My dad squeezed it even tighter
as if to entice my already shaking hands.


"Pretty impressive isn't it?"


"..yeah.." I drooled


"Now just imagine them even bigger.." He began pumping his arm  "..24,
25 inches of solid muscle! Grr"


"Twenty Five..?" I stuttered


"It's only a matter of time.."


"Jesus..that's so huge.."


"Haha, you think that's huge? Wait till you see these babies.."


Dad stepped back a little and grabbed his zipper. I froze like a deer
in headlights as he suddenly unzipped his jeans, seeing his fat cock
already bulge through the denim opening. He grabbed the waistband and
slowly squeezed them down. I wanted to whimper like the pathetic man I
was as two tree trunks of muscle became visible, each so big and
powerful it was almost numbing to the mind. Dad just chuckled as he
struggled more and more to pull his own jeans off. His arms just
bulged to titanic proportions, swelling into his melon sized pecs and
eager red face. You could tell that his enormous manhood was half the
problem. He finally made a quick tug around the cock-head, springing
his huge dick and nut sack out of confinement. I practically squealed
like a girl over the sheer monstrosity. The white briefs looked like
they were stuffed with a fucking firehose, not even attempting to hide
the graphic detail.


"Goddd its a pain in the ass to get pants on and off.."


Dad groaned as continued to struggle, getting stuck around the most
muscled part of his legs. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he got
them on in the first place. The waistband looked so small now, you
could have sworn the jeans were sewn onto his body. Dad just tugged
and tugged, bulging with all his muscles, turning bright red in the
face. He finally took his hands off his waistband and grunted


"Fuck it.."


RIIIIPPPPPP


Dad flexed his legs apart in one swift motion, ripping the jeans right
in half, right down the center. He just snickered at his show of
strength and began flexing harder and wider, making the already
destroyed denim shred to absolute pieces. There was no doubt in my
mind that he was totally getting off on this, anyone could have easily
slid those jeans off now, but he just kept going. Bigger and bigger
his legs inflated, shredding so much of the denim apart there was
almost nothing left. He made one last most muscular flex in a laughing
display. I watched as every bit of fabric just fell around his big
naked feet.


"Grrr, it's almost too easy!"


Dad stood up straight, placing his hands on his hips, the biggest
sneer stretched across his face from my obvious awe-struck reaction.
He looked look like my ultimate wet dream, no bigger than that. The
only thing that came close was in my deepest, most sinful..


"So what do you think Scott?"


I made a loud gulp, watching his hands slowly pull up his already
insanely tight white briefs. His fat cock and balls just squeezed even
more against the already transparent fabric, all the while he began
flexing and posing just for me. I drooled like a dog and watched each
leg turn into the epitome of muscle perfection. Huge mountainous heads
of muscle looking like fucking steel cascaded across his perfectly
smooth skin. I knew my dad was waiting, but I didn't even know what to
say. The only thing that inched its way out of my mouth was a small
and whimpering.


"oh my god.."


"30 inches of solid muscle"


"thir..Thirty inches? That's bigger than my waist dad.."


"Haha, is that why you look so small?"


Dad grinned and walked over to the wall of mirrors. The view from
behind was almost more staggering than the front. Inches of his white
briefs were caught between his two powerful glutes, drenched in sweat
from all the random flexing. His two thighs squeezed and bulged into
each other with each step, like his muscles were threatening his own
mobility. He got within inches of the mirror and took a stance, slowly
flexing his muscles for his own pleasure.


"Grrr, yup.. Thirty fucking inches.." Dad glanced at me in the
reflection "..Would you be surprised to hear that I want them even
bigger?"


"Bigger?.."


"Yup! Then again, I want to get want to get everything bigger.." Dad
continued to pose "Harris weighs over 300 pounds right now, Grr, its
so cool. He's got 25 inch arms, 36 inch thighs, over 60 inches in his
chest.. Man I would love to be that big"


"How much do you weigh right now?"


"Around 260"


"260!? Jesus dad that's closer to 40 pounds not 30!"


"Haha, whoops.. Guess I didn't want to freak you out too much.." He
hit a double bicep pose "Grr, just imagine though.. if I keep growing
the way I am now.. I could reach 300 by next month"


"Three hundred pounds?.. you really think you can handle that much?"


"Hmph, you sound just like Denise" Dad rolled his eyes


"Sorry, it's just crazy. You've grown so fast.. I mean you have to be
almost 50 pounds heavier than you were over the summer.."


"70 pounds actually.. God can you believe I was ever that small? And
now look at me.." Dad flexed his arms above his head "Bigger than all
my family, bigger than all my friends, bigger than most of the guys at
the gym.. Hell I don't know if I ever want to stop.."


"At least until you have to start getting your clothes tailored.."


"Haha, should I flex through my underwear next?"


Dad chuckled and went back to flexing. I tried to smile along, only
wishing I could say yes, knowing it would only be too easy for a man
his size. Even now I watched his monster manhood pudge up from his own
reflection. Any bigger and I swear the briefs would have snapped to
pieces. Dad continued on though, so intoxicated with the way he
looked, the way his muscles looked. He took a moment and ran his large
hand down his fat round pecs, rock solid eight pack, stretching all
the way down to his crotch area. He suddenly squeezed his growing cock
and groaned..


"Grr, second puberty haha.. So what do you think sport.." Dad turned
towards me "..your old dad, packing 300 pounds of muscle?"


He bounced his pecs, only this time he wasn't looking at his muscles,
he was looking at me. For a split second I saw my old dad, beneath
that confident grin, a man who desperately needed approval. With
Denise flaking out, all the money he's spent, all his lifestyle
changes, I guess it only made sense. I was the closest person in his
life, and even though a part of me wanted him to slow down, my dad had
never been happier. I paused for a second more, watching the
confidence slip even more from my dads face. I knew I would regret it,
I knew it was a bad idea, but the truth slowly filled my body like my
own curious selfishness always did..


How could I say no to those muscles?


"..I think it would be incredible dad.." I smiled


"That's great to hear son" He ruffled my hair


DING DONG


"He's here!"..