Growing Pains Pt 01

All characters are over the age of 18.

WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS NON-CONSENT AND INCEST CONTENT WITH A LOT OF VIOLENCE!!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THAT, PLEASE DO NOT READ OR LEAVE BAD REVIEWS BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT!!!

Despite what it may seem like later, there is no gay sex in here. You don't need to stop. You'll understand when you get there!

This is my second storyline, and I hope you all enjoy it!

GROWING PAINS, PART 1

I'm Robert Harris, Junior. I go by Bobby. I'm a fucking wimp according to my dad, Robert Harris, Senior. I don't correct him. That would just cause him to hit me. Again. I'm 5'5" tall while dad is 6'2" and mom, Angela Harris, is 5'6". Dad weighs in at 220 that's mostly muscle, though he's gained a potbelly since I was younger. He used to play football in high school and college. I'm 175 pounds and as you can imagine, I'm quite chubby and a serious disappointment to my father. He's been picking on me since it became obvious my stature would stay diminutive at the age of 13. What's worse, once dad walked in me trying to masturbate. He saw my four-inch dick and balls the size of skittles, his words, and tormented me relentlessly the next week.

I just turned 18 a week ago. Dad bought me a set of weights for my room. Why? We have a better set in the garage that he makes me use all the time.

I have two older half-sisters, 19 and 21, Tina and Jessica. Their dad, David, passed away in a car accident after Tina was born. I understand that my dad worked with theirs in finance and was quick to swoop in on mom. Jessica obviously takes after mom, both are gorgeous. Mom has dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, while Jessica has hair so blonde that it's nearly white and light blue eyes. Jessica almost looks to be albino. Both have full voluptuous curves and huge tits, though mom's are larger. Tina on the other hand must take more after her father. She's slimmer, has smaller tits (I'd guess C cups), taller by two inches and has brown hair with hazel/green eyes.

Although I have dad's swarthy skin, black hair and brown eyes, I don't seem to take after either parent in any other department.

My understanding is that both my father and David made a lot of money in finance. I heard once that mom received about one and a half million dollars from the insurance alone after David died and that doesn't even count what they had in the bank at the time. My dad is very well off too, so I don't think his intent on mom was her money. Like a lot of men, I think he just desired her tits and ass.

THWACK!

Mom: "Stop it! Stop hitting him!"

Dad: "I didn't hit him. I used my palm. Get up you little wimp! Why aren't you in the garage?"

Mom: "You hurt him! Stop it!"

Dad: "He needs to hit the gym! Look at him!"

I got up and started moving towards the garage.

Mom: "You need to go easy on him! He's not like you!"

Dad: "But he NEEDS TO BE! He's never going to make anything of himself being a little weakling! It's all in his head! If he gets the right attitude, he can improve his health!"

The sounds of this same argument that I've heard a hundred times was left behind as I closed the garage door. I started taking weights off the barbell because dad used it last. Dad came into the garage before I could finish. SHIT!

"What the fuck are you doing? You need to use more weight or you will never develop any muscle!"

"Dad, I can't lift that much..." The air was knocked out of me as dad's fist went into my stomach. I was bent over the barbell, looking down at the bench and trying hard not to throw up. Dad would lose his shit if I threw up on his equipment again.

"Don't talk back to me! You need to use more weight!"

I stood up and put the weights back on, trying hard not to look like I was struggling with them. I braced myself to try to pick up the barbell and hefted it with all my might. It came up a couple of inches before I had to put it back down. It was simply too much!

"GOD DAMMIT! It's only a hundred pounds!" I expected the punch that hit me next, but not the second one. It's rare for him to hit me twice in a row. The world went on its side. That's weird. Wait, am I on the ground? What was that crash I heard and why is there a buzzing in my head?

Mom: "What was that? Bobby? BOBBY?!"

Dad: "Get up you little shit. Quit pretending."

Mom: "Somethings wrong! He's not responding! Call 911!"

Dad: "He's fine. He just needs to shake it off."

Mom: "His head is bleeding! BOBBY! Call 911!"

....

The world kept coming in and out. I have no clue how much time passed.

Unknown: "I know this seems bad, Mrs. Harris, but he's actually very lucky. If we hadn't given him that CT, we would never have discovered the tumor."

Tumor? Who has a tumor?

"I understand that, but it's in his brain! What can we do?" She sounded sad.

Who is that? She sounds familiar.

"We will need to refer you to an oncologist. The tumor is tiny and seems contained on the hypothalamus. I actually suspect that it has been there for years, dormant, impairing his body's natural growth. The hypothalamus directly influences growth hormones and testosterone. We found that Bobby's testosterone level was well below the average for a fifty-year-old man, much less for a teenager. I don't want to get your hopes up, but if the tumor can be destroyed, his body may try to correct some of the damage that's been done over the years."

"Really?!"

"Mrs. Harris, it's just a chance. I'm not an oncologist or a neurosurgeon. I can't say for sure."

"Will Bobby survive? What are the odds of...?"

"Again, Mrs. Harris, speak to the oncologist, but I can say they are doing amazing things with lasers nowadays. They call it laser interstitial thermal therapy. They may be able to kill the tumor without having to do any surgery."

"I hope so. When will Bobby wake up?"

"I'm... I'm not sure. Comas are hard to diagnose. The concussion wasn't bad, but the impact may have... it may have caused issues with the tumor."

This Bobby sounds like he's fucked!

....

"Mrs. Harris, Bobby seems to be waking up."

"Bobby?!"

"Easy, Mrs. Harris! He's been out for four weeks. Don't excite him. I'll get the doctor."

"Bobby? Can you hear me, darling?"

I felt so weak. My mouth was so dry. I tried to speak but couldn't. I looked at my beautiful mom and put my hand to my mouth.

"Here sweetheart, take a sip of water." I did. It helped.

"Mom? What happened." Her lips started quivering and her eyes watered up.

"You don't remember? About the cancer?"

"I have cancer?"

"Had, sweetheart. At least, I think."

A doctor entered. Good timing, I guess.

"Bobby? How are you feeling?"

"My head is killing me."

"That's to be expected after everything your head has been through. You were in a coma for a while. It was probably for the best considering what you went through. Do you remember that?" I shook my head. He explained about the concussion that led to the coma that led to the CT scan that led to discovering cancer in my brain that led to the laser interstitial thermal therapy (LITT for short) that led to me being in this hospital bed.

"The therapy seems to have gone well. The tumor was on your hypothalamus, which influences hormones like your growth hormone and testosterone production. We think that's why you're so underdeveloped. We're hoping that your hypothalamus will return to its normal function now, but we can't be sure until we give it some time. You're going to need some chemotherapy to give you the best chance of killing off the cancer. Then you will need a lot of physical therapy. Maybe even for over a year. With any luck, you may grow a few inches taller."

Mom: "Doctor? Is there any way we could have Bobby put in a facility to help him recover?"

Doctor: "He can stay at home and be brought in for therapy, Mrs. Harris."

Mom: "I know, but I was wondering if there was any way he could though? Stay somewhere... away from... um..."

Doctor: "I understand, but your insurance won't cover that. The costs would be substantial."

Mom: "How much?"

Doctor: "I can't quote you a price. I would have to refer you to some places to ask, but I would guess the costs would be at least $10,000 a month for round the clock care, food, medical treatment and equipment."

Mom: "I don't care! We can pay that if necessary!"

Doctor: "I will have a nurse bring you the information soon."

Mom: "Thank you!" Mom looked at me with tears rolling down her cheeks.

....

Two weeks into therapy

Mom: "What do you mean he won't see me? He's my son! I'm paying for his care!"

Nurse Stacy: "I understand that, but Bobby is an adult. If he doesn't want visitors, he doesn't have to receive them. We have passed all the messages to him, but he's insistent that he doesn't want visitors. Also, you may pay for the care he's receiving, but that doesn't change the fact he doesn't want visitors. You are welcome to stop paying for his care, then we'd just have to make him leave. We'd also have to note in his medical records that his care was cut short, against the doctor's orders."

Mom: "I can't do that! Ok, please just give him the message again."

Nurse Stacy: "I will. Sorry, Mrs. Harris."

....

Four weeks into therapy.

Mom: "What is with these food charges?! You can't seriously tell me that Bobby is eating almost $1,000 worth in a single month! Bobby eats like a bird!"

Nurse Betty: "Mrs. Harris, Bobby is eating like a horse lately. He is allowing me to update you with some of his health improvements. He has gotten 3 inches taller this last month, and his muscle mass has improved significantly. He's still only about 180 pounds, but he's converted a lot his prior fat into muscle. He needs the food. We will force a budget if you insist though."

Mom: "Oh! That... that sounds good. Does he look better? I... I wish he'd let me see him."

Nurse Betty: "Yes, he looks much better. Healthier. And the scars from the laser interstitial thermal therapy are barely visible. The doctor is sure now that the tumor was the cause of his health issues before and believes his hypothalamus is trying to return to normal function. He even said that his hypothalamus may be in overdrive, considering Bobby's sudden physical development. That's probably temporary."

Mom: "Will he get even taller?"

Nurse Betty: "The doctor anticipated this question and said to say, 'we cannot know for sure', but he's guessing that he will. He also said that his health will improve more as long as the cancer doesn't return. His last checkup showed the tumor was still gone. Bobby is doing especially well, considering he's doing chemo."

Mom: "That's good. Please tell him 'I love you' for me. I miss him."

Nurse Betty: "I will. I'm sorry I can't do more, Mrs. Harris."

....

Three months into therapy.

Nurse Christie: "Mrs. Harris! You cannot just barge in here! You're trespassing!"

Mom: "I need to see Bobby! He won't even take a call! Why won't he talk to me? I understand not talking to his father, but me?! Why?!" Mom was in tears and trying hard to move past the nurse as I watched from the monitor at the nurse's station in the back.

Nurse Christie: "He hasn't given us the reasons for his decision. We just give him his privacy, which he is entitled to!" Security was approaching fast. Mom backed off when she saw them. Good. Fuck her! My sisters came the week before. I don't want to see any of them.

After mom left, nurse Christie came to the back. She looked up at me. UP!! I was now 5' 10" and most of my fat had dwindled away as my body filled out from all the exercise I have been doing the last three months. I was 185 pound now of mostly muscle. "Bobby? Are you ok?"

"Thanks, Christie. I appreciate you stopping her for me."

"It's ok." She came up and kissed me. "Are you going to need some 'therapy' tonight?" She giggled.

"Hopefully for a couple of hours!"

"Nice! God, I can't wait to have that thing in me again!"

Yeah, 'things' have changed, if you get my drift. There's been a lot of growth down there too.

"How long do you plan to keep hiding from your family?"

"Until I get strong enough."

"Strong enough?"

"To kick his fucking ass!" I felt rage almost overtake me. Christie backed up a little. I'm not sure what my face was doing that moment, but I can understand her reaction if it was anything like what went through my mind.

....

Six months into therapy.

"Listen here, bitch! You get that fucking little shit out here now! We have cut off your payments and we know today is the last day covered!"

"Yes, Mr. Harris, but you covered the full day. He has almost three more hours before he needs to leave."

"I don't give a fuck! Bobby! You little shit! GET OUT HERE!"

"Mr. Harris, we are calling security. I suggest you leave."

"That's ok, Stacy. I'm ready to go."

Dad: "Bob... Bobby? Is that you?"

I was strolling up quickly. All six feet and an extra inch to boot. Not quite as tall as dad, but I was 210 pounds of lean muscle now. I put my arms out to display myself. "Hey, dad!" I smiled. I had practiced because I couldn't feel happy around this asshole even if my life depended on it.

"Jesus, Bobby! Look at you!"

"I've hit the gym here almost every day! Usually, for at least four hours, and sometimes up to eight!"

"Ha! I knew you could do it!" He slapped my shoulder. "Looking good! I bet you could play football with the best of them now!" Fuck! He had to touch me! Keep smiling... keep smiling...

"Maybe we'll have to give that a try!"

"Definitely, my boy!"

....

"Look who I brought home!" Dad bellowed as he opened the front door.

Mom: "Bobby?! Is it Bobby?!" Mom ran through the large house faster than The Flash could have. Her tits were bouncing everywhere despite the bra that tried to contain them. She saw me and stopped dead in her tracks. "Bobby? Oh my god! Bobby! You're so big and handsome!" Mom rushed to me again and tried hard to crack my ribs with her hug, her tits flattening against my lower chest and belly.

"Oh! Nice to see you again too, mom! Hey, dad! I think we found our linebacker!" Dad laughed!

Mom: "Bobby, why wouldn't you see us? See ME?!"

"I was going through a lot, mom. I still am. I don't even recognize myself anymore."

Dad: "Hey! Let our man take a breath!"

WHAT?! 'Our man'? Now, I'm a man to him? Just you wait, fucker!

Mom reluctantly released me and just stood back to take me all in.

Sisters, almost in unison: "Bobby? BOBBY!!" They both started down the stairs rapidly. I'm pretty sure Jessica wasn't wearing a bra as her tits were bounding around inside her t-shirt like a couple of soccer balls. Ok, not really THAT big, but her knockers were nearly as large as mom's. Tina's fun bags were nice to watch as well, even though they were smaller than the other melons in the room. Hers were obviously contained by a bra though.

I had heard the rumors that Jessica was a huge slut when I was in school. Lisa was far more conservative. She did better than either Jessica or me in her studies. She may get into Harvard, but she will do well wherever she goes to college.

Jessica: "Holy shit! Bobby... Just WOW! The girls are going to go crazy for you!"

Did she just eye my crotch? Huh...

Tina: "She's right, Bobby! You look amazing!" Lisa gave me a brief hug.

Jessica: "Hey! My turn!" Her hug was longer and...

Did she just grab my ass?!

She gave a smile that that didn't look all that innocent.

Dad: "Enough of that girlie shit! Hey, Bobby! How about a few plays out back? My football's in the garage." He was smiling proudly. Fucking asshole!

"Sure, dad! That sounds great! I'll get it!"

"Meetcha there!"

My sisters went back upstairs, and Jessica kept looking back at me. Mom went to finish making dinner. Pot roast? Mmmmmm! I've had serious protein cravings for months now.

Dad and I went back and forth. Not playing very rough. AT FIRST. Dad kept trying to knock me down when I had the ball, but he didn't have that much mass on me and wasn't nearly as fast. My turn came.

I threw the ball to him. It wasn't a great throw. Not a perfect spiral you see from the pros. Not even close, but I got it to him. He caught it and started for his designated end zone.

I sprinted. Full speed. Lowered my center of gravity and hit him right in his midsection with my shoulder, then LIFTED! Dad went flying over me and landed on his back with a booming thud. He screamed.

"FUCK! My back!"

"Dad?! Oh, shit! Dad! I'm... I'm sorry!"

Wahahahahaha!!!!

Dad waved me off and flinched at the pain of moving. Mom's head popped out of the back kitchen door. "What was that? Robert? Are you alright?!"

"I'm ok! Our man just hits like a fucking pro! Fuck, that was awesome son!" He groaned in pain. "Help your old dad up son!" I acted concerned and grabbed his wrist to help him up gently.

Mom: "Ok. Dinner's ready if you're hungry. I made pot roast, Bobby! Your favorite!"

Dad: "Come on, son! Your mom's been cooking for hours for you!" He smiled big again, despite his obvious pain.

....

Jessica: "I'm out of here!"

Mom: "Jessica! Aren't you going to eat with us? Bobby just got here!"

Jessica: "Mom, I have a date!"

Mom: "But Bobby..."

"It's ok, mom. We will have plenty of time together later, right Jessica?"

Jessica: "Sure! Thanks, Bobby!" She came over a kissed me hard on the cheek, while bringing her arm around my neck for a half-hug. I tried hard not to make it obvious that I was checking out her hanging melons in the low-cut red shirt she had on when she leaned down in front of me. "Tina is leaving for her friend's house too. Going to study some more!"

Mom: "Shit!" My eyebrows went up. Mom never curses! "I'm sorry, darling. I was really hoping we could all be together for a while now that you're back."

"It's fine, mom! I promise! Now I can just catch up with you two instead of trying to take in six months' worth from everyone in one night!"

Mom: "I suppose..."

Dad: "Quit pouting. He's fine with it!"

"I really am, mom."

Mom: "Ok, darling." She smiled.

We finished dinner. There was a lot of inane talk I didn't give a shit about. I made sure to thank mom for dinner. It was good, but I was getting tired of being polite to these people.

"I'm going to the garage for a bit."

Mom: "Bobby, really? Can't you spend a little time with me?"

"I won't be long at all, mom. I promise."

Stage one is complete. Now for the good shit! I didn't think I'd get the opportunity so soon! And right after injuring that fucktard!

I went to the garage gym and set things up. It didn't take long for the inevitable to happen.

The door opened and dad came hobbling in.

Still in pain, asshole?

"What are you doing, son?" He looked confused, but still happy.

"Oh, I was waiting for you, actually."

I wasn't too worried. Mom was in the kitchen cleaning. If I didn't make too much noise, I will be able to get this done without interference.

"What did you need, Bobby? Hey... where's the bar... HEEENGG!!" My right foot had connected with his groin at full strength. I had to make sure he couldn't call out. I got out a little something I bought at the Adult MegaPleXXX, an extra-large ball gag.

His mouth was already open and trying to call out. I shoved it in. HARD! Then strapped it before he could recover. I got out the rope I found. It is a garage after all. I dragged my dad up off the floor and took him to the squat rack. The barbell was on top of it with about 250 pounds of weight on it.

I tied the rope around one of dad's wrists tight enough to almost cut off the circulation to his hand. I passed it over the barbell and around it several times, then pulled hard. Dad's arm shot upwards. I grabbed his other arm, and he started to struggle. I punched up into his diaphragm. His struggles stopped for a moment. I took his left arm again, pulled on the rope to raise his right arm over his head, raised his left arm up and tied it up tightly as well. Dad stood there, barely able to get his feet flat on the ground.