Kymuscleboy Posted May 26, 2017 Share Posted May 26, 2017 Fabulous chapter(s), Dred! The descriptions of Chad's size in this one were great, maybe beyond anything that you'd written up to this point. I've been waiting for Dallas Winters to get his comeuppance, and you surely didn't disappoint. It was better than I could have imagined! Having him get aroused over being manhandled by Chad was a stroke of genius, as was Chad picking him up like palming a basketball. Of course you closed it out perfectly with Chad finally getting to release his pent up sexual energy with an entire harem of women. I'm sad to know that the next chapter will be the end, but I know you've got some great things you're thinking about writing. I hope you don't take too long of a break before starting something new! Also, and you're probably tired of hearing it, but I hope you throw a bone to those of us who have been rooting for Jed to have some growth. I keep thinking that his caloric restriction for the contest may have been holding him back. Even one good "spurt" before the end or some growth in an epilogue of sorts would be cool. It's weird to feel this strongly about a character, I just think he's been so great and supportive of his dad, that he deserves a little reward. Don't worry, I won't hold it against you if he doesn't. Of course, it Chad also (or solely) closes out on some solid growth... well that would be absolutely wonderful. Looking forward to, and simultaneously sad about, the final chapter! 1 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted May 27, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 27, 2017 CHAPTER 20: BEYOND The next morning we packed up, squeezed into our pickup and arrived back home by noon. Dr. Jock had left us a message that he wanted to see us that afternoon. After we chowed down on another ridiculously tasty, totally unhealthy lunch Dad and I made our way to the clinic sans Ted. As we made our way into the doc's office he jumped up out of his chair. “THERE THEY ARE! THE TWO CHAMPIONS!” We appreciated the congratulations and asked Doc how he knew. “There was a live stream on the internet. Since I couldn't make it in person there was no way I wasn't going to watch online.” Since we knew our stats Doc went straight to giving us our treatments. Afterward he sat us down and told us he had some big news. “Chad, I have a proposition for you. What I have seen from your development is truly amazing. If you would let me, I would very much like to study your condition in further detail.” Dad glanced at me with an unsure look, “Um...well, Doc, I don't know. I don't really want to become one of those guinea pigs.” “I completely understand your concerns, Mr. Graves. However, let me assure I have no intention of poking and prodding you over and over again. In fact, I think you would quite enjoy what we would like to study.” Intrigued, my father listened on. “I have a very good friend in the sports performance testing lab at the University in Crofton. He and I would like to collaborate on a study. Chad, we would like to take a closer look at your physiology. Yes, there would be a few blood and tissue samples, but really, we want to see just how strong and sturdy your body is. The university has a lab with magnetic weight machines that can generate forces and poundages much higher than the weights at UrbranFlex.” My father was now looking more excited. “Well, that's sounds cool. I have noticed it's been getting harder to really challenge myself at the gym. But Doc, Crofton is an hour away. I don't think I will have time to commute an hour each way every day after I get home from work.” “Ah, Mr. Graves and that is where I would like to step in. I honestly believe there is something special in you. I'm certain you can advance my own research in trying to find a cure for muscular dystrophy. And of course, Mr. Graves, for your participation, the university and I would compensate you.” “Compensate?” Dad's eyes went wide. “Yes, of course! Chad, whatever you are making at your construction job, we are willing to add 20% to that if you will help us out.” Both Dad and I let out a gasp at what we had just heard. Doc just chuckled, delighted at our reaction. “And, Mr. Graves, if that weren't enough, I'm prepared to give Jed here a $5000/year scholarship for his schooling as well.” Dad and I were floored, for several moments we both just stared at each other, stunned. We turned and both looked at Doc, who was just as thrilled as we were to deliver his good news. “And yes, boys, I am being very serious. Chad, you would not only be helping me out with my own research, but potentially this could help out a lot of sick people in the world who have muscle wasting diseases.” “Doc, so you are telling me that you will basically pay me to work out and test my strength, as long as I let you study me?” “Yes, Mr. Graves. That's the basic idea, my big friend!” My father was lighting up at the prospect. He originally had some some reservations, but once Dr. Jock mentioned the scholarship I knew the deal was sealed. “Ok, Doc, I'm in!” Pops responded enthusiastically. “Great, Mr. Graves!” If you are available I would like to start this week!” Doc had given us an address in Crofton and told us to meet him on there on Tuesday morning at 10am. We spent the rest of Sunday afternoon lounging around. We decided to wait until tomorrow to get back to the gym. That afternoon Dad slinked away while I was taking a nap, saying he had some errands to run. When I woke up I headed into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Dad was sitting there, squeezed up next to the table with his massive bulk. He stood up, towering over me as I entered the room. On the table was a huge carrot cake, my absolute favorite. “HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY BIG GUY!” I chuckled at the irony of him calling me 'big guy', but I loved it. He then produced a fairly large cardboard box. I opened the tabs, it was a new laptop computer! “What is this?? Oh Sweet, Pops!” I set the box down and jumped up into my fathers arms. Of course, he easily caught me and squeezed me and I was surrounded by warm, stony muscles on all sides. “No problem, Sport. I was so disappointed I couldn't get you a laptop last year, so I'm so happy to give you one now. I made sure it was top of the line, for all your engineering calculations, 3D models and such.” I was stunned as I continued to examine my new computer. Dad snickered, reach down, ruffled my hair, and joked, “just make sure you don't bog it down with porn!” Later that evening we slowly began to experience something new: Notoriety. My phone was constantly buzzing with text messages and notifications, mostly from my in-shape friends and buddies. Apparently, my father's posing routine video and our interview had gone viral on most workout related websites. At about 8:00pm that night there was a knock on the door. It was a reporter from the local news station. A beautiful, leggy black woman that I recognized from channel 5. They had seen our video online and wanted to give us a quick interview for the next day's newscast. We agreed and the young journalist interviewed us right there in the living room. Of course, at one point she had us both take our shirts off and pose next to each other. I had gotten used to posing next the giant man, so I wasn't too emasculated when he dwarfed me as we posed for her. As she watched us I could tell she was visibly aroused, biting her lip and struggling to speak. And, of course, I was not surprised when she showed back up our house later that evening to “hang out” with my father. On Monday morning my father went and resigned from his job. I had decided last week to end my summer job at the hardware store so we were free to do as we pleased. At noon, another male reporter showed up, this time from the newspaper. We gave another interview for a story that would be in the paper tomorrow. That evening we worked out with Ted where my father had to break the news that he wouldn't get to lift with Ted on the weekdays anymore. Ted wasn't thrilled but was happy for Dad and I. On Tuesday we loaded up and headed to Crofton. Doc gave us a tour of the labs, which included a huge weight room with tons of recording gadgets and large magnetic weight bars and plates. My father looked like a kid in a candy store at the thought of really testing his strength in here. First things first, they took my fathers' stats, which were nearly identical to those of the show, except he was now 18 lbs heavier! “Holy cow! I guess I'm getting fat!” my father joked, even surprised himself at the numbers. Ted would later explain that bodybuilders tend to put on a lot of junk weight right after a contest. Based on how much Dad and I had been gorging ourselves on in the past two days, it made sense. I watched as Doc and the lab technicians put my father through a chest workout. With the help of the magnetic weight, we found out my father was able to do a one rep max bench press of 815 lbs! His pecs were looking as pumped and as huge as I had ever seen then, straining the poor strings of his tank top. Those extra carbs and calories had really filled his frame, making him thicker and wider with muscle than ever before. The rest of the week went much the same. I decided that I wouldn't go with my father everyday to Crofton for his testing. On those days I just lifted with Ted in the evening. My father and Dr. Jock even began to carpool. Every day Dad would come home like a first-grader bringing home a report card full of A's. The first time I saw him each day, virtually every conversation began with him saying. “Guess what I lifted today!?” Followed by him revealing some ungodly weight amount and flexing of that day's exercised muscle. Another thing I noticed, my father was fully back out on the market. Although I noticed another emasculating trait as new woman would come to visit our house each night. It started on Thursday. When I answered the door and beautiful, tall, buxom, brunette woman was there in a tight red dress. She was very much in-shape, she had the body of a top level college volleyball player. As she stepped inside I noticed she had to be an inch taller than I was! The next night, there was another woman who was even taller! She had to be 6'4” or so. I answered the door and stared up into her pretty, youthful face. I guess she was in her mid-20's. My shirtless father stepped up behind me and I saw her eyes glaze over with lust as she looked UP at him. “Oh my. You weren't lying about your stats in your profile, were you, big boy”. Dad sexily chuckled and replied, “Oh no, ma'am. If anything I may have listed myself a bit on the small side. Don't mind my son here, please come in.” “AWW this is your little son. He is just the cutest little thing. I can see where he gets his good looks from.” It was as weird as any moment I had been through during my father's growing journey. Here was was this HOT young, giantess, referring to me as 'little'. I asked my father the following morning about all the amazons stopping by our house. He snickered, “Yeah, I've instituted a new personal rule, the ladies must be this tall to ride.” Dad said as he held his flat hand near his nipples. I gulped as I realized his hand was not much lower than my own eye line. “The smaller women just cant, well, take me. Like, AT ALL. And a lot of them become terrified when they actually see what I'm packing. Hell, even with that tall broad last night I could only get about ¾ of the way in and-” “DAD! I don't need to hear these details.” He snickered at my embarrassment. “Sorry, Son. We both know it really big. And now I need big, tall women to satisfy my urges.” I could only utter 'gross' under my breath as he chuckled some more. A few days later Dad came home looking disappointed. “Why the long face, big man?” I asked. “Well, now that I'm finally getting to lift weights that actually test me, I squatted 1150 lbs today, by the way,” he winked and my jaw fell. “I am putting on more muscle than ever but for the first time since I started I'm not getting any taller. Still just 7 ft 5.5.” I jumped up out of my chair roaring with laughter. “Oh you poor thing. You might be stuck at the tiny height of 7 ft 5.5 in,” I egged him sarcastically. Pops lightened up and playfully grabbed me, lifting me in the air. “Shaddup you little twerp! Or I'll stuff you in my armpit, hehe.” “NO! GROSS!” I protested heartily. He chuckled and mercifully set me down. He stepped right up to me and raised his right arm, exposing his muscle pit, in which the hair was already growing back. In fact, with his ridiculous level of testosterone he already was starting to regain the lightly furred look he had before we shaved him down for the contest. I stared up into the cavernous armpit as he cockily grinned down at me. His rich, musky scent flowed down over my face from above. “Be careful little boy, if you make fun of the beast I'll stuff you in there!” he laughed. We settled into our new routine. It was awesome not having to work. Now we had much more time to prepare food to keep our bodies fed and full. Which meant dad was still slowly but surely packing on muscle. He was actually starting to look like an off season pro-bodybuilder. He had graduated up to size 10XL clothes, although he usually just wore shorts in the house since clothes were such a nuisance. The following Friday was just a little over a week before I had to return to school. I was actually starting to get bored at home so I decided accompany Dad to the lab that day. I watched him do a killer back workout. The whole time he exercised the little lab technicians hooked up sensors and wires to his body to take data. It was every sci-fi looking. Pops told me he had gotten used to it. I could tell he also enjoyed playing with the little lab techs. Flexing whichever titanic muscle they were sticking sensors to. I noticed they were all male, and I wondered if it was because none of the woman could contain themselves being around such a giant, muscular, stud. After his workout we headed into a different room that had a large CT Scan X-ray machine. “Every two days they give me a full body scan and check my stats and vitals,” Dad explained. He laid down in the machine and slowly was slid into the huge cylinder. A few minutes later he was pulled out and we joined doc in the adjacent computer room. Doc examined the screen which had a colorful full body 3D of my father. He began interpreting the screens. “Well, Chad, I have some exciting news for you. Your height has increased up to 7 ft 6.25 inches.” Dad pumped his fist like an overexcited teen boy. “Seriously, doc? I was worried I was done growing This is awesome! That's ¾ of an inch in just two days! What do you think Jed, your big daddy is now a bona-fide 7 and half footer!” “Congrats, big guy! So doc, Dad is still growing then?” Doc looked at the screen more closely. “Yes, he is still growing. In fact, ¾ of an inch in two days is quite a jump. Although...hmm...” “Is something wrong, doc?” I asked. “No! Everything looks nice and healthy, per usual.” Doc manipulated the computerized image and examined it in ways that were way over Dad and I's head. “But, Mr. Graves, it looks like you may be experiencing your final growth spurt. I can see that your growth plates are just now beginning to fuse. So the good news, you will likely shoot up a few more inches in the next few days but then it looks like your height growth will finally end.” “How tall do you think he'll get, Dr. Jock?” I asked. “Hmm...more than likely another four, maybe five inches.” “Ohhhh,” Dad said lowly from his towering height, with a distinct disappointed tone. Doc and I were wondering what he was thinking. “I guess I was just really hoping I could hit 8 ft tall.” Before I could rag him again about being such a 'shorty' he looked down at me, huffed and cut me off bemusedly. “I know, I know! I'm already super tall, Jed. But it would've been cool to top eight feet.” I smiled WAY up into Dad's handsome eyes. “Eight feet would've fuckin' been awesome, but you are still a giant to me and pretty much everyone else.” Dad patted me head and gave me a colossal single-arm biceps pose, the triceps up over my face. From down here below I couldn't even see the top of his biceps peaks. “Thanks little buddy. I guess I'll still be big enough as just a seven footer!” “Ok, one more thing Chad,” Dr. J began, “for most of next week I will be out of town so you will not need to come in next week until Friday.” “OK doc. I can just lift back at UrbanFlex with Ted and Jed.” “Excellent. Yes, please don't stop your workouts, we don't want to interrupt any of your progress, stay consistent.” The final week before I was to return to college Dad and I enjoyed a little stay-cation at home. Ted was thrilled that we all got to workout together and we all had a blast. Due to his internet fame, my father was now basically a bodybuilding celebrity. At first, we had a hard time beginning our workout as so many people came up to talk to Dad, asking him his stats, and of course, if he would flex his gigantic muscles. He played along for a while and then politely asked for us to be left alone so we could lift. That week also continued a parade of gorgeous, very tall women in an and out of our house. It was incredibly emasculating during these visit knowing that I was the shortest human in our household. I felt like was 5-years old again hanging out with two towering parents. The tallest woman that showed up was a 6 ft 6 in, late 20's blond who had an absolutely HUGE rack to go with her towering height. That night I imagined Pops playing with them and giving her the titty-fuck of her life with his gigantic rod. I became very familiar with my noise-canceling headphone during these evenings, as I did my best drown out the roaring masculine grunts and shrill squeals of orgasmic delights emanating from his amazonian conquests. During that week, it also became evident that Dad was indeed growing. Everyday he looked a little taller and a little thicker. He now basically had to squeeze though each doorway sideways due to his incredible muscular bulk. He had lost some of his contest definition, but he still had to be no more than 12% bodyfat. His muscles has completely filled back in and always looked pumped to the max. “Damn Jed, I feel absolutely massive! Especially in this shrinking house. We might have to start looking for a bigger place. I'm getting a little tired of having to hunker down so far and squeeze through all the doorways. I can barely fit in the shower any more. I can only shower one half of me at a time because I'm too dman wide for the shower.” “Yeah I bet it's getting rough for you, big guy. I can tell you are packing on the mass and I can tell you are in your last growth spurt. Pops, you look like an offseason pro-bodybuilder! I mean, look at your freakin' biceps!” “Yeah, little buddy. THESE LITTLE THINGS” Dad brought his arms up to give me a double-biceps pose. As he did he accidentally punched the kitchen light fixture with his right fist. It jingled and swayed violently but luckily nothing broke. “Oops! See what I mean. I can barely move in here without running into something. I'm just getting so huge!” “Yeah you are, big man! Hell, look at this, my eyes are actually BELOW your chest now, Dad! Hey Pops, can I measure you arms? I can't believe how much bigger they look since the contest.” “Oh you wanna measure these little things right here, little guy, haha?” Dad flexed his bicep at his side, right in front of my face. “Well, go get the tape, Son.” I complied and pulled the measuring tape out of the drawer and wrapped it around his right arm. I could help but squeeze it and grope it with my hands as it was in front of me. “Geez, Pops! Even though it's not as shredded it's still hard as granite!” Dad reminded me that his arms measured 28.5 inches at the contest three weeks ago. I wrapped the tape around. Holy cow dad! You arms are just a hair over 30 inches! Dad snickered and grinned down at me. “Oh yeah little buddy, is that it? But you didn't tell me to FLEX when you measured.” I felt his already hard arm tighten into what must've been the hardness of a diamond. The tape pulled from my hand. “Measure it now, Sport.” “32.25 inches! Holy shit Dad. Your flexed biceps...they...they're MONSTROUS!” “Haha thanks Jed. I always did like big arms.” Dad repeatedly flexed both biceps, one after the other. I couldn't help but reach up and attempt to squeeze the massive ball of sinewy flesh that was now above my own head as he flexed. “Now I got some big arms of my own, and they are only going to get bigger! I may not get any taller, but I still got plenty of room to pack on even MORE MUSCLE now!” “And your chest, no wonder you can bench nearly a half a ton!” “Oh yeah, look these beef titties, Son. Boom, boom, boom...” Dad 'boomed' as he alternately bounced his pecs. Now that his pectorals were above my head, the point of view while watching them bounce was mesmerizing. Looking up and seeing his nipples rise and fall, all that meat tense and loosen, it was almost hypnotic. The next day was the Friday before I had to leave for school so Dad and I headed to Crofton to meet up with the Doc at the strength lab. That day, both Dad and I got to engage in a delt workout with all the lab's fancy gym equipment. Docs was surprised when he saw my father for the first time in a week. “Well, Mr. Graves, I see your final growth spurt has taken hold. You have definitely inched upward AND outward since I saw you last week.” After the workout we made our way into the side lab for Dad's CT scan. As we entered the X-ray room Doc asked, “Hey Jed, before you go to college, would you mind if I scan you and take a blood sample for our files? Since you are the closest DNA match to your father it would be nice to have some data to compare to.” “Sure thing Doc. You are giving me a scholarship so it'd be the least I could do.” The doc took my blood and then I hopped in the CT machine. It was my first time inside one and I have to say I was a little bit claustrophobic. And this was even an over-sized CT machine so they could accurate get readings only my father. Once the scan was complete my father and I switched places. “Thank you Jed, we'll store your data on file. Your data will act as a good control set for our research on your father's phenomenal growth,” Doc explained as the machine buzzed and scanned my hulking horizontal father. Once complete Doc retrieved Dad and they squeezed back into the computer office. Once again Doc began zooming in on various sections of the 3D image that had been generated on the screen. “Well, Chad, it looks like your growth plates have finally fused, and only after 36 years!” he chuckled. Dad sighed and shrugged his bowling ball shoulders and traps. “Well shoot, Doc. Fun while it lasted. It was sure fun watching you guys and world shrink around me! So what's my final height? 7 ft 10? Did I make it to 7 ft 11? Damn, that would be awesome.” Doc clicked button that brought up a small window with some more data on it. “Well, Chad, unfortunately, I'm afraid you didn't grow as I had assumed...” Dad slouched slightly down, his body language displaying his disappointment at hearing that news. “Well, that's Ok. I guess any thing over 7 ft 6 is still super tall, right Son?” I reached up and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him and nodded. The doc the smirked at me before looking up at Dad's frowning face. “Chad, the result was not was I expected...because you are officially 8 ft 1.75 in tall!” I watched my father's handsome face as realization slowly swept over it. His mouth slowly opened as his jaw dropped, he eyebrows raised and his eyes went wide. “ARE YOU SERIOUS DOC? YOU BETTER NOT BE SCREWING WITH ME.” The doc snickered as my Dad fidgeted with excitement. “Mr. Graves the number is right here on the screen. And a CT scan is the most accurate way to take height, so it's a true number!” “Pardon my French doc, BUT FUCK YEAHHHHHH!” Dad raised his arms in sort of a victory pose. He had so, so wanted to reach that magical value of 8 ft tall and he thought he was going to come up just short. The revelation that he surpassed that number gave him the power rush of all power rushes. With his arms raised dad realized he could actually touch the 10 ft high ceiling panels on the lab room. “GGGRRRRR YEAH! I'M A FUCKING EIGHT FOOT TALL MUSCLE GIANT! NO WAIT, OVER EIGHT FEET TALL. YOU SAID I'M NEARLY EIGHT FOOT TWO! GOD I FEEL SO...SO GIGANTIC!” Doc and I let Dad enjoy his moment, smiling with him and sharing in his excitement. “So, I'm over TWO feet taller than the average man! Wow, no wonder everybody looks like a toddler when I'm out in public!” At that moment I was happy to share some of my nerdy, pub quiz knowledge with him, “Dad, the average height in the US is like 5 ft 9. That means you are almost two AND A HALF feet taller than the average US man!” “Oh yeah, Sport. I LOVE the sound of that. The average man would be looking at my bellybutton! What a bunch of shorties! HAHAHA! I can't imagine being that short...or that small! Of course, I'm not only massively tall, look at my muscles! I look like a fuckin' pro-bodybuilder! Man, I would TOWER over those puny Mr. Olympia guys! Maybe that is my next step, haha!” Eventually Dad began to calm his excitement down. We gathered our things and headed out to his huge pickup to drive home. He had an extra bounce in his step as we walked, he held his head up even higher, puffed his chest out even further. I caught him staring down at me and finally asked, “What's up, Pops?” “Nothing, Son. I just can't believe than I am two whole feet taller than you. I mean, you look so small compared to me. I feel like I am 25 years old again and you my little 10-year old boy. It's making me a little sentimental, especially since I have to send you off to college again tomorrow, little buddy.” I turned and reached around his waist and hugged him again. “I love how HUGE you are dad. You're my hero. I've always looked up to you and now I REALLY LOOK UP TO YOU!” Dad patted my back before we climbed in the truck and headed home. The next day we loaded my stuff up into the truck and started driving to my college town. I had decided to move me into a small apartment just off campus. Once again, having the worlds strongest daddy made the move relatively easy. He carried all the big items by himself, of course, without breaking a sweat. Once everything was in place I sat down on the couch to rest. My feet were killing me from all the hauling and stair climbing. I wished I would've worn better shoes. My feet must've swelled from all the work because I was having trouble pulling my shoes off my feet. A moment later Dad joined me in my new living room and his phone rang. He answered, “Hello this is Chad. Oh, Hey Doc! I'm good, just finished helping Jed move into his new apartment... Uh huh...is that so? Ok will do, Doc. Yep, I'll see you back in Crofton on Monday. Bye, Doc!” “What was that about, Dad? What did the doc want?” Dad grinned proudly down at me. “The Doc says he reviewed your CT scan. He says your growth plates haven't fused.” END ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well there you have it, my first story. Wow, I can't believe I started this way back in January! Thanks for all the compliments so far, I've really appreciated all the positive feedback I've gotten. Please, let me know your thoughts on that last part or the entire story in general, I would love read what you have to say. I will start working on a new story very soon. In the meantime I will focus on some of my own muscle growth! I doubt any of my future stories will be nearly this long, but expect more of the slow, semi-realistic growth that I so love. THANKS FOR READING! 5 28 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Muscleblob Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 sad to see this story end Hope we see more of this is the future in a potential part 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 2 minutes ago, Muscleblob said: sad to see this story end Hope we see more of this is the future in a potential part 2 Agreed! Sad to see it end WITHOUT an EPIC, GRAPHIC and very detailed masturbation/sex scene! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 2 hours ago, dredlifter said: Dad grinned proudly down at me. “The Doc says he reviewed your CT scan. He says your growth plates haven't fused.” Amazing end fir an amazing stoory. I would0ve love to have Ted be part of their final journey but this was not his story. It wa s abeautiful and well crafted story my friend. You did a tremendous job 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 Oh man m, PLEASE write Jed's story! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liftme Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 Wow fantastic chapter, hell fantastic story. Can't wait for more. Thank you. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 I knew the ending would be some sort of cliff hanger about Jed growing!!! Amazing writing but you've left me wanting moooore! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 Hard to believe that was your first story. MASTERFUL. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted May 27, 2017 Share Posted May 27, 2017 1 hour ago, mario2007 said: Hard to believe that was your first story. MASTERFUL. Yeah, seriously, the skill and restraint that you displayed in writing this story is PHENOMENAL 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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