Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 09:02:05 -0800
From: Alex Irons <geektofreek@gmail.com>
Subject: All Meat Pizza

Purely a work of fantasy.

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I wrote the whole thing on my iPhone, so please excuse the errors.


ALL MEAT PIZZA


DING DONG

"Yesss!"

My son, Dylan, cheered leaping up, like always when the doorbell
rang. Dominos, or I should say pizza, has always been the kid's favorite
food, but even I had to admit, that this time, I was a little excited that
he finally let me order something different than the typical old boring
pepperoni. I made this large bodybuilding fart as I got up, feeling gassy
from the giant post-workout protein shake, the gigantic dinner I
impatiently ate on the way driving home, I had only an hour back. But I
couldn't help but feel like binging even more. Especially knowing that it
was the new "Domino's Ultra-Meat Pizza". My muscles couldn't wait to feed
on a bit more protein, now that I was trying to bulk up again.

"Mmm, so good."

I groaned the words, already slobbering over a piece, before I even paid
the pizza boy, feeling my huge muscle man bicep squeeze against the sleeve
of my shirt, as I chomped and gulped like the absolute pig I was. I handed
the pizza boy his money, as he stood there jaw dropped over my grotesque
display of hunger and muscle. I finally got to the table, setting down the
box so Dylan could have a piece.

"Finally!"

Dylan said, grabbing the smallest piece. I could already feel my big
muscle-gut, as I chomped away down to the crust of the first slice, all
eight of my brick-sized and pregnant looking abs, squeeze even tighter
against my undersized white t-shirt."

"God, damn."

I chuckled delightfully. It was what I liked to think the feeling of
actually growing would be like. So amazed that with every passing gulp, I
exceedingly felt bigger, on the verge of finally outgrowing this aging
tired shirt. What bodybuilder wouldn't want to suddenly and inexplicably
start to grow, I thought lustfully.

"Haha, dad, look!" Dylan pointed at my chest "You dripped sauce right
between your pecs!"

"Haha, guess I'm hungry."

BURRRPPPPPPP

My son giggled as I belched. I was trying to teach the boy all the
different muscle groups, as of late. It was nice to see that he was paying
attention, and nice to see that, even as the kid got older, having just
celebrated his twelfth birthday, that he still seemed curiously interested
when his old dad would pose and flex, his yearly growing muscles. I
playfully bounced each side of my titanic and hairy meaty-male muscle
cleavage, now that the kid was watching.

"WOW, dad!" Dylan roared "You look bigger than ever!"

"Thanks, son!"

I bashfully replied. My shirt did seem a little tug, now that the kid
mentioned it, more so than usual, as I continued to pump and flex my
chest. Even my v-shaped collar seemed to stretch a little further off my
breasts cage, as I looked down at myself, sink a little more between my
mountainous masculine cleavage. Maybe all this meat I'd been eating lately
was finally adding up, I fantasized again, snickering underneath my breath
like some daydreaming child. I quickly grabbed a second piece, drooling as
I devoured half the slice in a matter of seconds.

"Jees, dad!" Dylan cringed shockingly "You really are hungry!"

"Told you, kid. I plan on bulking up huge for this next season..."

I bellowed, lifting my huge muscle ass off the chair and letting out
another enormous fart, as I finished off the second piece. I felt my gut
actually expand against the button, the waistline, of my own blue denim
jeans. Dylan hadn't even finished half his first piece yet, I thought
looking over. There was a part of me that knew I should slow down, but I
was just so hungry, that I dug in for a third one, almost uncontrollably.

"Mmm! Gawd, this is so GOOD!"

I groaned the words as I chomped, all the obscene layers of meat and
cheese, so happy and pleased as I crushed all the protein and grease
between my teeth, feeling it plummet down my thick bull-sized throat, feed
the muscle giant inside me, my insatiable and growing stomach. My shirt
stretched so ridiculously tight now, not only was it starting to turn
slightly transparent, it was actually beginning to look as if I was
actually growing, rather than just me stuffing my fat face.

"Unghh" I groaned, grabbing my growling gut. "I still want more"

The words dropped out of my breath like it was my undying wish.

"Four pieces, already, dad!?"

Dylan looked astounded, watching me, nearly jaw dropped, as I ate the
fourth piece even faster than the rest. I honestly really couldn't tell you
what had come over me. But it was this time though, I swear, I could
actually feel my clothes stretch tighter across my entire, already
heavyweight, chiseled muscle chest, my totally bloated offseason
bodybuilder legs. It was hard not to laugh as I ate, choked down and
finished off another slice. The idea that I could actually be growing had
my dick practically hard, right underneath the dining room table.

"Don't worry, son." I grinned as I felt my jeans began to strain alarmingly
"Dad will order more pizza in a bit..."

I grunted the words, grabbing a fifth slice. Don't feel bad for the kid, it
wasn't really a lie. If things kept panning out the way they were, why
wouldn't I order more of this delicious muscle growing pizza. Within
seconds of stuffing the slice down my vacuous throat, I could feel my huge
muscle gut exceed any capacity that it had ever attained before.

"OHhh, F-Fuck!!!"

BURRRPPP

FARRTTT

What I mess I was. I felt like I was exploding gas out of both orifices,
yet my gut continued to grow so big and bloated, it began heaving
horrendously against the dining room table, it actually began inching the
damn table legs across the hardwood floors.

BURRRRPPPPPP

"Ohh, yeah!"

I groaned. My abs were practically gone now, stretched away by the immense
and continually fed food baby I was nurturing in my stomach, but I didn't
care. The rest of the me was growing muscle like crazy.

"Dad, you're eating too much!!!"

Dylan whimpered at the site of me, scared to see the table physically
moving, I can imagine, yet I still unapologetically grabbed another slice,
my sixth slice, shoving the whole piece right behind the other. The button
of my jeans blew apart, like a bullet, right underneath the dining room
table. My kid squealed, while I groaned pleasurefully, feeling some minor
relief around my tightening crotch area, the mammoth growing inseams of my
monstrous muscle thighs. When I looked down, in particular, at my huge and
mounding hairy muscle cleavage, I honestly couldn't believe that the chest
below me was even relatively possible for being mine.

"Fuck yeah."

"Dad, I think you're GROWING!"

I chuckled as he stated the obvious. The kid was staring wide-eyed at my
expanding chest, with his mouth dropped so far open, there was a puddle of
drool on the table. I couldn't have even imagined what the view must have
been like from his position, his stature, my still short and sweet little
twelve-year old boy. It was only going to be a matter of moments, at this
rate, from all the muscle packing on, before my clothes blew into a million
pieces, right in front of his confused pre-pubescent face. I figured I
probably shouldn't beat around the bush. Besides, it would be nice to have
someone to do a little worshipping after I grow into a total muscle-god.

"It's this ALL MEAT pizza, Tiger."

I still jokingly broke the ice, raising my right arm for a quick flex,
amazed myself by its huge chiseled weight and burliness, actually laughing,
seeing this entire bowling ball of hairy muscle rumble from beneath my
arm. The helpless sleeve of my shirt crackled and popped, forcefully moving
up to my shoulder, unleashing free all my thick musky off season armpit
hair, the frightening dark cave of muscle and old workout
sweat. Twenty-five inches, I'm guessing, of solid gold winning veiny muscle
power, peaking into my own face. Practically the muscle measurements of my
dreams.

"LOOK at your arms!!!"

Dylan roared, thankfully with excitement. He was so enthralled with my show
off growth, it was if I had an actual audience. I quickly raised the other
arm, attempting to demonstrate a double-bicep pose, when my left sleeve,
unlike my right, couldn't even survive the unbelievable growing size of my
own arm muscle, detonating within seconds.

RIIIIPPPPPPP

"WHOA!!!"

Dylan cheered again.

"You like this, kid?"

I grinned confidentially, feeling my shirt, the underside of my arms, tear
even more as I gloriously posed for my son's marveling young eyes, his
nodded approving head. At the same time, I felt underneath the table, the
teeth of my zipper explode open. Thankfully relieving even more pressure. I
could only assume, my view being blocked by my huge protein gut, that my
manhood, nutsack and everything, was coincidentally growing too. The shaft
of my penis felt enormously thick, the width of a beer can, stuffed
uncomfortably into my jeans, testicles the size of lemons too. But I
honestly couldn't have cared about all that. Not with all this fucking
incredible muscle growing...

BURRRPPPPP

"Y-You should eat the whole pizza, dad!"

"Took the words right out of my mouth, champ."

I winked at my son, happy to see that the kid was onboard with this
unexpected dream come true, this unexpected growth to what would be
normally be an impossible size. I decidedly stood up this time, for the
rest of the few slices left, groaning with pleasure again, as I felt the
shocking and unbalancing difference in weight, the extreme change in height
and physique. All of it, heaved down against my feet and freakishly swollen
calves, my ridiculously monstrous and unbelievably bloated offseason muscle
thighs, so much weight, it made me roar in slight pain, as I adjusted to my
new opulent size.

RIIIPPPPP

RIIIPPPPPPPP

"F-FU-FUCK!"" I cursed the words as my jeans blew apart. "My legs have got
to be pushing FORTY-inches!"

I bellowed the astonishing measurement, followed with a hysterical laughed,
over the torrential sound of my pants, my two year old blue denim, blowing
apart without even the slightest flex from my end. They soon unleashed the
huge ape-sized monsters themselves, the two most magnificent and
disgustingly carved hairy thighs people would ever lay eyes on. Hopefully
before they're crushed, I gingerly thought. I was easily on the verge of
outstripping the width of most doors, just by the measurements of my
legs. I didn't even want to know why my shoulders measured.

BURRRPPPPPP

"God, I can't stop b-belching..."

FARRTTTTT

"And I can't stop f-farting!!!"

"Haha, you sound like some big fat person, dad!"

Dylan giggled, making me cringe embarrassingly. I reached around my butt,
as if somehow to try and forcibly stop my own gas, suddenly feeling this
total canon-sized explosion of a fart. I roared with humility as the
gigantic and swampy hairy depths of my own muscular butthole began to
rumble, quake so entirely fast, it shook my body, making me bend over, as
it's stinky wind, like a hurricane, blew every inch of what remained of my
poor denim blue jeans.

"WHOA!!! Dylan cheered once more "That was like the biggest fart ever,
dad!"

"Holy fuck..."

I groaned from the absolute wave of pleasure, standing there, hunched over
slightly, looking so obscenely indecent in front of my gawking little
boy. My huge, what must have been, foot-long-cock, boning bigger with each
passing second, heaving inside the barely held together briefs, cinching
the underwear fabric up my own big butthole, stimulating my overly
sensitive prostate. I could almost barely stand it.

"OH-MPF!... Don't stop, Chris!"

I moaned my own name, the verge of jacking myself off beneath my
briefs. But I continued on anyway, still wanting so much more. With the
next step I felt all my thick crotch hair snake out from the sides of my
underwear. The next step, one of my coconut-sized and disgustingly semen
pumped hairy testicle's, fell out from my outstretched underwear-sack, then
dangle openly against my leg. Then my right shoe exploded as I tried taking
the third step. There wasn't going to be anything left by the time I make
it to the middle of the table.

"I'm g-gonna ex-explode..."

I whimpered the words lustfully.

"Looking GOOD, dad!"

Dylan still cheered, like I was some superhero, all while holding his nose
together, I might add, from all my disgustingly meaty man farts. What a
champ though, I thought. It was nice to see that the kid didn't mind. If
I'm being perfectly honestly, I was going to pull the ultimate
selfish-daddy move. I really had no foreseeable plans to stop ordering and
eating more, and more, of these delicious Domino's pizza's. Not stopping
until I outstrip every bodybuilder in muscle size, reign over every
basketball and football player in superior dominating height, GROW until
I'm bigger than a football field, or a city building...

My fantasies carried on. But mainly, if you're wondering, the conclusion of
my imagination, was usually the view of everyone looking like ants below my
feet. I say this, as my other shoe shred apart beneath me.

"You ready to see me get bigger, kid?"

My voice sounded incredibly deep.

"YEAH!!!"

Dylan roared, jumping up and down as he finally stood up from his seat. He
looked so incredibly small, so tiny. I honestly felt so immensely full,
stuffed to the brim around my skin, someone who was about to pop, by my own
incredibly hairy king-sized muscle physique. Of course, don't get me wrong,
I still wanted so much more. I reached down, swelling above that dining
room table, struggling, as I lowered one of my huge iron blistered hands,
disgustingly stacking the remaining slices on top of each other, all four
of them.

RIIIIIIPPPPPP

The remaining sleeve on my shirt just blew away as my arms surpassed what
looked like thirty-inches. My shirt tore away like paper. I could barely
move my neck due to my grotesque monstrous trapezoids. I could barely see
below the sheer expanse of my absolutely kid-crushing hairy tired-sized
pecs.

"DO IT, DAD!"

"OHhh, MMm! G-GAWWd!"

That was me engulfing all four slices at once, holding my thought to be
exploding belly with one hand, pushing and stuffing the food down my throat
with five fingers, with my other. I choked and nearly gagged myself, nearly
dislodged my own skull in fact, due to the enormity of my neighboring
colossally huge and smelly daddy-bicep. This time I rumbled, my entire body
shook, with so much muscle packing on, I honestly didn't know if I was
going to survive this next huge drop of protein, moving down the shaft of
my enlarged esophagus.

RIIIIPPPPPPP

"H-HOLY FU-FUCK!!!"

I yelled and stuttered, as my briefs fell to the ground. Leaving me
completely butt naked, right in front of my twelve-year old son. I wondered
what the neighbors would think, if they peered through the open curtain
window.

"DAD! Where did your FACE go?"

"It's ok, son!"

I said suffocating. You'd be pleased to know, as my face became surrounded
by my own eclipsing and dwarfing hairy, god-like muscles, not a bad view to
die, by the way, my body forcibly, and painfully, began to stretch
taller. I was kind of excited though. Now I'll get to see if I can blow out
of a house or not. I always wanted to be like one of those crazy macro-huge
muscle cartoon characters, you see on Saturday morning television. No
wonder, Dylan, didn't even flinch at the absolutely terrifying size of
me. He had be raised seeing something similar, all his life.

"You're growing TALLER!"

He screamed amazingly.

"Damn right kiddo!" I responded as my eye-site creeped up back above my own
titanic-sized pecs. "Look at that, I can even slightly see your face
again." I still had to bend over two or three feet. "Haha, If I bend over."

And what a face it was. Dylan's, that is. At least the top half. That's all
I could really see at the moment, but his eyes were looking bulged, dazed
by the view of his own father's freakishly muscle sized physique. What a
little muscle-head he was, I thought. But then I realized, as I continued
inching taller, that he was mostly just looking at his old man's probably
fifteen-inch long, twelve-inch thick, disgustingly veiny muscle man boner.

"Come on D-Dylan" I stuttered at the site of his suddenly perverse
eyes. "You shouldn't look at your dad that way!"

I whimpered. Unable to even move, as I was nearly constricted by my own out
of control muscle growth. You have to understand, I couldn't move toward
the ground with my belly being so fucking packed and huge, and even though
I was farting, with all the muscle swollen into muscle still, I was needing
inches more height before I would become mobilized again. All the farts in
the world couldn't save me, especially, as I began sporadically
leaking. More like spraying. Or I guess more like GUSHING, ounces of
precum, right into the eye-shot, literally, of my own little boy.

"OH, NOOoo!"

I roared with utter embarrassment.

"This is so COOL, dad!" Dylan got closer, under my fountain of warm
daddy-jizz. "I've never seen you do this before."

My little boy marveled. It was so tempting to appease him, I hadn't seen
him this happy in years, not since before the child-custody battle with my
ex-wife. I knew it was wrong though. With some more height restored,
teetering on probably six-foot-five at this point, I thumped and quaked my
own house, shattering a few picture frames to the ground, as I maneuvered
my probably FIFTY-INCH muscle-dad thighs, turning around, away from from my
son's face. I figured the back view of my ass would be better than the
front, but I would quickly soon find I was sorely wrong. How so regrettably
wrong I was.

"Hey, dad?" Dylan's hands suddenly touched my devastating huge hairy
muscle-butt. "You know how we're supposed to be "Batman and Robin", for
Halloween? Now the inside of your BUTT could be the BATCAVE!"

Dylan laughed, making me whimper, as he played with my earth-quaking hairy
ass cheeks, pulling them apart, exploring a few times there unbelievably
rank and musky smell, as he seemingly sniffed and whiffed, all the sides of
his own father's fart bombing muscle hole.

"D-Dylan, PLEASE, ST-stop!"

I begged. I was a god among men, the superior muscle alpha male of the
human race, yet I was subject to the toying of my twelve-year old
son. There was a huge part of me that was scared to even dare to use my own
strength. The thought of accidentally hurting the boy, when merely, I would
just be trying to catch him, was at the top of my mind. Unlike if it were a
stranger, I could probably smash their brains out with one single thrust.

"PLEASE!"

I begged like some huge muscle piggy. The kid eagerly continued his
exploring, stimulating my prostate so much, I honestly just kept bending
over uncontrollably, opening the view of my enormous stink-hole, to his
underage and virgin, beautiful blue eyes.

"DEAR GOD!"

I whaled again, I don't know why. There was a part of me, that even when I
first started to grow, knew, it would always end up this way. Dylan had
noticed the connection with playing with my butthole and the strength of my
fountainous now two-foot cock. I was dumping buckets on the floor of
pre-cum, yet here was my kid, my beautiful baby boy, who really wanted to
see his muscle daddy blow, even more.

"OH, FUCK!"

That time I roared, yelled, at the top of my lungs, what could only be
described as a man, my size, the sound of him being penetrated, almost
forcibly raped, the singular entire hand of a prepubescent boy, being
shoved up my huge, human-eating, tender muscular butthole.

"Ow, DAD!"

That was the sound of my boy yelping, as my glutes nearly crushed his
little smooth arm, from the humiliating and increasing prostate
stimulation. I had to grab and pull my two, car-sized, I'd hilariously like
to think, glutes apart, to try and stop the pleasure. This of course gave,
Dylan, more room to shovel around, up inside my big furry butthole, like he
was digging for buried treasure, a shovel in the mud. What a terrible
father I was. I lost all control, bending over right there, blowing,
splooging, what seemed like a fire-hydrant of warm thick muscle man cum,
right out into the dining room floor, right for my own kids playful
visually pleasure.

"YEAH!!!"

Dylan couldn't have seemed more pleased, cheering and clapping. While I
nearly felt entirely emasculated, for once in my adult life, dropping to
the floor in the absolute puddle of my own sinful display of cum. It was
disgusting to say, but I actually loved every minute of it. Especially, the
line about the "Batcave". Wow, did my boy have one killer imagination. So I
complimented his stellar imagination outloud.

"You know, kid, I loved what you said about my butt becoming a Batcave."

"Really, dad!?"

Dylan said excitedly behind me.

"How about we order more Domino's, so we can REALLY make it come true."

"Sounds great, dad!"

"I want at least TEN of those "Ultra Meat Pizza's, packed down my belly
before midnight." I flexed my growing and nearly immobilizing, ceiling
crashing, forty-seven inch bicep. "Think you can handle that, champ?"

I said as Dylan came out in front of me. Looking quite muscular, compared
to the last time I saw him.

"Yes, sir."

He proudly saluted, accidentally flexing his own suddenly now growing
kid-bicep.

"Hey, uh, Dylan...?" I pointed proudly to his arm. "Looks like your growing
muscle too."

"Want to race, dad?" Who rules the world first?"

Dylan said, ripping out of every single inch of his clothes.

THE END