I looked on in curiosity as the veins in Rich's neck started to bulge. He lifted his arms just as John readjusted his grasp on the toy. But Rich was prepared. He let out another roar before clenching his cheeks. No matter how much bigger and stronger his father was, Rich wasn't going to give up the dildo that easily.
Rich's voice echoed across the room, loud enough to rattle the walls. I shot up to my knees, fists clenched by my sides as I watched his face turn an ugly shade of red.
"Rich!" I cried.
He looked back at me, tears and sweat streaming down his face. His roar deepened-- then suddenly he slumped to the floor in a heap.
John snarled in disgust as he looked down at his own son. "I guess your Father's day gift turned out to be useful after all."
A squeal escaped my lips as I watched John roll Rich over by kicking him with his foot. He wanted his son looking up at him as he lifted both arms in the air.
"This is what a real man should look like," John growled. I watched his cheeks puff as he forced his breath out. He flexed his arms harder, spit forming on his lips as his biceps rose into two massive, powerful peaks. John could barely see Rich over his monstrous pecs and I could tell this seemed to amuse him even more as his cock started to drool.
My body trembled as John turned his gaze towards me.
"You fucked up when you stole that thing from my drawer," John smirked as he moved forward. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to touch things that aren't yours?"
His deep voice boomed as he crouched down in front of me. I shuddered as his hands moved down my sides. They were so big, they could almost completely encircle my waist.
I tried to look over John's shoulder, to get a look at Rich. His eyes seemed glazed over, but I saw his fingers twitch as his hand slid across the floor in my direction. John's own eyes narrowed as he followed my gaze.
"Don't look at that pathetic worm! Look at me. Look at your Daddy!" He roared. He flexed his giant arm in my face, blocking Rich from my view.
I couldn't help it. Maybe I was just a little bit of muscle slut deep down inside. I bit down on my lower lip, trying to stifle a gasp. The muscle was at least the same size as my head. Maybe bigger.
"Lick it."
I didn't obey at first which made John move in towards me and snarl. My eyes snapped up towards him. There was so much lust, so much hunger in his gaze.
"I think we both know how little choice you have now," he laughed. "You made me too big. Too fucking powerful. But I think that's exactly what you wanted."
His long, thick fingers suddenly reached out and tweaked one of my nipples. I arched my back as I groaned.
"I'm right, aren't I?" He hummed as his head leaned closer. "You wanted to make Daddy this big." His tongue flicked my nipple. My traitorous body gushed as I started to pant. "Such a greedy baby girl."
John's giant hand pushed me back onto the bed as his muscular thigh wedged itself between my legs. I shivered as his hands ran along the smooth skin of my inner thighs, his tongue trailing slowly behind. With just one of those monstrous hands, he roughly gripped my entire sex.
"This is mine now," he growled.
My mind went entirely blank as John pleasured me with his hands. While one hand teased my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb-- his other was hell bent on making my entrance as wet and ready as possible.
I gasped and squirmed on the bed, trying to get away. But John would always grab me by the hip and pull me right back. Eventually he grabbed both of my hands and pinned me down. My god, he was just so big. I was helpless. There was no resisting the large muscular beast between my legs. He was like a goddamn mountain.
My pleasure only mounted as John added a second finger and then a third. It was then that I could feel John's own impossible length suddenly pulsing across my stomach. He ground it against me, a trail of precum drooling up towards my navel. It felt so hot, so heavy.
John pulled his fingers from my wet, little cunt then licked them clean. He looked down at me, down at my glistening pussy and then positioned himself against the tiny hole.
"Oh god," I groaned. My fingers fisted the sheets. His is own dug into my knees.
John rocked forward and then back, thrusting in a little deeper each time. A smirk formed on his lips as his head rolled against those massive shoulders. "You watchin', boy?" His body gave a mighty shudder as he started to pick up the pace. "You know, when your Mom left me for your highschool wrestling coach, she said I wasn't man enough for her. If only she could get a look at me now. I should probably thank you for that gift," he laughed. "Instead, why don't you orgasm on it and grow your good ole dad a little bigger!"
I could hear movement despite John's laugh and I couldn't deny that something suddenly felt odd. The groans started out soft, but then grew louder and deeper. I could hear the sound of his footfalls-- growing heavier with each step.
John's cock was no longer stretching me to my limits and suddenly I realized I could actually see over his shoulder. I no longer felt that feeling of being 'too full'. No longer felt like I was being pinned down by a gorilla.
"Mom didn't leave because you weren't a man, she left because you're an asshole!"
John winced-- the bastard actually winced as Rich's fingers dug into his shoulder and spun him around.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to touch things that aren't yours?"
Oh fucking hell yes! My body trembled with delicious shivers at Rich's deepening voice. A smug look tugged at my lips as John's jaw dropped to the ground. Watching him get forced to look up at his son was so incredibly satisfying.
I couldn't help but lick my lips as Rich started to grow wide and tall. As John began to shrink, my hunky boyfriend was only starting to pack on the beef. The dress shirt that had been tucked into his pants was starting to ride up as his back and chest continued to swell. The fat that had somehow been transforming Rich every time John grew was quickly melting away.
"Oh god," Rich groaned. For a moment I thought he was in pain as he doubled over. But then he started to laugh. "Ro! Fuck, baby girl! This feels so good!"
John watched with a horrified expression as his son started to pack on the size that had once been his. Only Rich was growing bigger and at a much faster pace.
