Guest Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 2 hours ago, dredlifter said: No worries, I didn't find it irritating at all. It's just not my cup of tea. I prefer my stories to not be about real life existing characters or existing people. Fair enough! Though I will say that you could DEFINITELY put the PERFECT muscle-growth spin on any already existing fictional character, if you ever decided put your mind to it! You're THAT good a writer! Better even! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Omiganda Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 8 hours ago, dredlifter said: Wow, thanks for the great analysis and feedback fillups! I would love to see this HSmuscleboy drawing you are referencing, I've truly never seen it. Chad definitely had to squeeze into the shower. I have to travel often for work and I've noticed that a lot of hotels have actually removed the tubs and now just have an open shower with drain on the floor. I image the shower is like this in that scene. Even then, big Chad still had to squeeze in! I'm glad you picked upon Chad's proportions as well. Right now I see him as having the same proportions as a top tier, national amateur level heavyweight bodybuilder. What makes him so huge is that it really is like he has just been scaled UP in size to match his height. And you're right, this gives him room to still pack on some more muscle. Thanks again! Couldn't help myself! I was looking through them today before I saw this post XD http://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=33705.0;attach=34427;image 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted May 17, 2017 Author Share Posted May 17, 2017 15 minutes ago, Omiganda said: http://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=33705.0;attach=34427;image Thanks Omi! Did that really come from the getbig.com boards? LOL! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Omiganda Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 27 minutes ago, dredlifter said: Thanks Omi! Did that really come from the getbig.com boards? LOL! lol yep, I go there whenever I want to look at the 15 page wall of Hsmuscleboy artwork for some inspiration 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted May 21, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 21, 2017 Ok, I started writing the contest chapter and I realized it was getting very long so I split it into two logical parts. The good news is the second part is already partially written so should be up within a few days. CHAPTER 19A: THE CONTEST - Part 1 The following morning was the first day of the expo. We all got up and headed down to the hotel lobby for some breakfast. Once again, Dad drew stares and stares from everyone. Guys looked up at him in envy and women looked up with lust. I could tell that some men looked on with lust as well. Again, Dad was wearing one of his huge baggy t-shirts, like we was purposefully concealing himself. I called him on it as we sat down to consume a ton of egg whites with a couple small pieces of fruit. “What's with the circus tents you've been wearing, Pops? Normally you would be walking around nearly naked, showing off to everyone.” Dad smirked at me sitting across the table. “I would not!” he protested, and I arched my eyebrow to challenge that statement. He chuckled and added, “Ok, I probably would, haha. But, I really want to make a BIG surprise at the show. In fact if anyone asks, I'm going to say I'm doing the strongman events.” “Haha, Ok big guy. What about that tan you have? You look pretty dark to be a strongman.” Dad just shrugged his massive shoulders. While the tanner had lightened up quite a bit as it soaked into our skin, I thought we still looked abnormally dark. Ted told us we would put a second coat on tonight. “Well, I know the plan's not perfect, little buddy! But I'll have to make do, haha. I'll just say I'm a tanning addict.” I chuckled back thinking about the plan he hatched. It only took a few minutes to put that plan into action. A big, non-competing bodybuilder guy worked up the courage and came over and start talking to us, asking if we were competing. Dad of course fed him the lie and said 'I'm way too tall for bodybuilding!'” I took all I had not to bust out laughing at that as we continued to chat with the guy. I'm not sure if he convinced the guy, but nevertheless he wished us luck in whatever we were competing in. What suddenly struck me during our conversation as well, is that I'm positive my Dad actually COULD compete in the strongman portion! He had to be strong enough, especially for a smaller, local show like this. After we ate, Ted, Dad and I walked across the street to the hotel and convention center to check out the expo. The amount of stares, stunned faces and whispers surrounding us was mind boggling. Nobody could comprehend the site of the 7 foot tall plus, THICK man they spotted sauntering about on this warm summer morning. Dad was sporting a pair of sunglasses that made him look even more intimating, yet mysterious and handsome as well. I think my father could've been wearing a nun's outfit and he would still be attractive as hell. We walked up to the hotel and entered, my huge father of course having to bend way over to clear the entryway. Inside the lobby I was treated to nearly the same site of the last expo. Fit, muscular, attractive people were milling about and there was a buzz of excitement. The buzz suddenly died down as this new group of people turned to gawk at my flesh and blood. They couldn't believe a human being could be that tall, that wide, that handsome. I looked across my shoulder and up at Dad who was looking out over the crowd with a proud grin on his face, still with his sunglasses on. He was soaking up his onlookers' awe. Dad whipped off his sunglasses and I heard feminine gasps erupt from the crowd. The ladies were instantly smitten by his movie start handsome face and strong jawline. The crowd slowly was able to resume their conversations, although no doubt many of the topics at hand had instantly changed over the giant sexy man who just entered the lobby. As we walked toward the wide corridor that led to the convention hall we passed the hotel check in counters and spotted our old friend, Dallas Winters. He was arguing with a young woman, the hotel desk clerk. It sounded like he was demanding a better room. A pretty, yet disheveled looking woman was at his side. As we neared I heard Dallas a little clearer, “I am a returning champ, MA'AM,” he sneered, “and I booked a suite well in advance, so I DEMAND my suite!” The poor young lady did a remarkable job of maintaining her composure, “I'm really sorry sir, but I can't locate your name or your confirmation number anywhere. Sir, if you would be as so kind to check, the first three digits of your check in number would seem to indicate they are from a different hotel chain. Are you sure you didn't accidentally book somewhere else-” “ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?” Dallas hissed and the woman blanched. Dallas was a still one of the larger bodybuilders here so he was very intimidating, especially to the poor woman he was berating. “I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO A SUPERVISOR. NOW!!!” “Ok Sir. Yes, let me see what I can do...” As the young woman walked away Dallas took the opportunity to look around the lobby. He quickly spotted Ted and with his snake oil salesman voice called out to him. He had not seen my father, who was a few steps behind still taking in the scenery from his elevated eyesight. “Hey! Little Teddy!” I saw Ted roll his eyes as he turned to face Dallas with a fake smile. “Teddy, you're not competing? You didn't even win you last show in the skinny men's division, or whatever they call it. Here I was hoping you would've put on some size to compete against me but it looks like that didn't happen...” Ted condescension was in full force it seemed. “Classic Physique. Dallas. Classic physique,” Ted responded. “And no, I was happy with my placing last contest. I'm here helping my buddy out.” Even though I was with Ted last time, I obviously wasn't important enough for Dallas to remember so Ted re-introduced me, “This here is Jed Graves. He's only 19, well for a couple more days anyway. He's gonna be a mass monster so you better watch out!” Dallas gave me a look over with his beady eyes. “Well I can see the kid's got some great shape, especially for his age. But he better find a better coach if he wants to compete with ME in the future! HAHA!” I flinched as Dallas made another rude joke at Ted's suspense. To his credit, Ted never let it show that it bothered him. I felt a big hand on my shoulder and saw Dallas' eyes look higher and higher. It was maybe the one sight that could shut up smarmy Dallas Winters, at least for a moment. My giant Dad, standing behind me. Once Dallas regained his composure he spoke, “And who are you?” Ted jumped in, “This is Chad Graves, Jed's father. See, if Jed takes after his old man he might be a mass monster sooner than you think, Dallas!” Even Dallas Winters was in awe. “Wow big guy, you are the biggest guy I've seen in a long while. That last big guy I saw was at my the last competition. Back in June I met a guy named Thad, or Jack or something. He was probably about 6'5'” and 300 lbs or so. You've clearly got him beat in both categories. I'm assuming you are doing the strongman competition this evening?” Both Ted and I suddenly coughed as we tried to choke back laughs. The guy Dallas was referring to was in fact, Pops. Only, the last time Dallas saw him he was nearly a foot shorter and much lighter. Even in Dallas' eyes, my Dad wasn't important enough for Dallas to fully remember. Dad, of course, caught on right away as well and did a better job of containing himself. My father smirked WAY down and stepped up to Dallas, who at on only 5'11”, his eyes were just below Dad's pec shelf. “Well little man that guy doesn't sound very big at all. At least compared to me. Hi I'm CHAD (Dad emphasized his name this time) and this is my Son.” They shook hands, my father enormous ones swallowing Dallas tiny hands. “Nice to meet you. And you're right, my frame is more suited for the strongman so I'm just gonna let my young buck take home the teen bodybuilding crown.” It was awesome to see cocky Dallas squirm uncomfortably as my father squeezed his hand and emphasize his size over the shorter, yet still hugely developed bodybuilder. Dallas scooted just slightly back and resumed his thought, “Makes sense, you look like a strongman, super tall guys like you have trouble shredding up so I'm sure the strongman competition is more suitable for big tall guy like you.” Unbelievable, even Dallas Winters couldn't resist throwing some shade at one of the most perfect male specimens on earth. I was too awestruck to laugh at the thought that my father wasn't ripped. Dad was still in in over sized baggy t-shirt, but one look at his forearms hinted at the shredded beef that was hidden underneath. Dallas just couldn't, or stubbornly wouldn't, seem to believe it. We left Dallas to continue his argument with the hotel and headed to the exhibition hall. We wandered around the various exhibits and tried various samples workout and health drinks. Of course, Dad was the star of the expo. Once, again I was reminded how the average height of those in the bodybuilding culture is probably a good three inches shorter than the normal population. Short, jacked up dudes were everywhere. It was amazing to see these hugely thick, buff men, some of whom would actually be able to take shelter UNDER my father's pectorals! A whole bunch of people, those who were not afraid anyway, came up and asked to take pictures with Dad. Many of the asked him to flex but he playfully made the excuse that he didn't think his arms were very impressive and declined. He was doing the best he could to keep his muscles a surprise. Several the booth operators gave Dad their cards and told him they would love to contact him with sponsorship offers. Holy crap! If he wanted, Dad could actually make some money and free workout supplements and gear just by being so huge and attractive! He was loving it. The ladies at the booths were loving too. While not committing to flexing, he did allow several women to grab his biceps. Which they all did and immediately squealed with awe. If the short, hugely buff dudes made my Dad look big, the short and toned ladies compounded that effect! The eye-lines of some of the shorter women at the expo were at his belly button! I couldn't image what it must've felt like for them to look up at my Dad. They would not be able to stand very close to him or else his face would be blocked from their view by his pec shelf. One of my favorite pics some these horny ladies requested was to have my father actually get on his knees. Even then he was nearly their height, and far, FAR wider. Every booth we hit up Dad left a trail of aroused women and I'm sure a fair share of dudes too. I split off from him at one point and the conversations from the other expo-goers were all focused on him. I heard several ladies express their lust. “Did you see that hot DILFy giant?” “I would climb him like a ladder!” “And did you see that bulge? He is clearly not small 'down there' either!” I even overheard one mention of “I would love to try to get a ride on THAT sausage,” followed by a fit of female giggling. After a couple hours of wandering around we decided to leave the expo and head back to our hotel room to rest. One nap later Ted let us know we would need to go check in. It was now 3:30pm and check-in ended at 5:00pm. Ted let us know that most guys go check in right away so they can start eating to fill their depleted bodies as soon as possible. Dad told us he wanted to go as late as possible so he could check in with as much discreetness as possible. We left our room at 4:15pm and noticed the expo had died down significantly now that the afternoon was winding down. When we got to the registration room there were only five other people there and they all looked like contest officials and judges. A friendly middle-aged woman at the desk saw us come in and greeted us. “I hope you are the Graves men? One teen competitor and one men's open competitor?” she asked and we nodded in unison. “Great, you two are the last competitors to check in, we were getting worried we were going to have a couple of late no-shows. My goodness you are a large man!” Dad happily responded, “Yes ma'am, that's us. And thank you! I'm trying to be big, that's one of the goals of a bodybuilding, right?” The woman shook her head in incredulity. “I've been working these shows for about 15 years now and I've just been amazed how big you men have gotten, but you certainly are the new torch bearer for sure. Here are your registration forms, please fill them out and when you are done hand them back to me.” We completed our task and the woman led us over to the scale. “I hope our scale is sturdy enough,” she joked. I went first. I stripped down to my boxers and stepped up on the scale. The digital numbers soon read 224.6 lbs! I heard Ted shout out his congratulations at my side. I had just made weight to be at the top of the heavyweight category. “Awesome, Son! Right where you want to be.” Dad clapped his bit mitt proudly a couple of times on my shoulder, throwing the digital readout into disarray. Next, the judges measured my height. The judges had me stand on a metal plate that was attached to a vertically extendable rod. I stood on a plate the judges lifter the rod and turn it so a crossbar was rested on my the top of my head. They read the result as a predictable 6 ft 1 in. Next it was Dad's turn. The small group of people in the room, myself and Ted included, were completely enthralled with the thought of what we were about to see. A heavy sense of curiously blanketed the room. My father sensed it too and playfully stood where he was, grinning down at the small people standing near him. He knew it was his turn, but he was going to make some ask him. Finally, one of the 50-year old male judge spoke up. “Um...sir. Would you please step on the scale?” My father turned to look him in the eye and feigned surprise, “OH YES! Sorry, I must've spaced off there. This is my first contest so I'm new to all this.” This led to more shocked looks from the contest officials. My father dropped his basketball shorts and slowly, very slowly, lifted his baggy shirt up and over his head. It was like the statue of David had been revealed to the judges. Only, my father's ripped, tanned giant muscles would've made the statue of David look like a 10-year-old boy. Dad stepped up on the scale and we all crowded in to read the result. I recalled his last weight measurement that he let us view was somewhere around 390 lbs and that was a few weeks ago. We watched as the liquid crystals of the digital display made circular motions as the scale calculated the weight. I was sure the scale was taking longer than usual to get the right readout, possible checking and re-checking itself to make sure the number it was about to display was accurate. Finally the number blink on the screen. 468 lbs. FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT POUNDS! *COUGH* *COUGH* I turned to see Ted choking on his own saliva, no doubt a byproduct of the number he just read. Gasps erupted for each of the judges. Dad let us all collect our thoughts and playfully announced, “So, that makes me a bantam-weight competitor, right?” HAHAHA! Dad instantly eased the mood with his joke. One of the judges quipped 'you are more like FOUR bantam-weights, Sir' and we laughed some more. Next, big Chad stepped on the height measurement plate. The judge began extending the rod to match his towering height. While the measuring bar was up near my father's face the judge suddenly pulled the rod right out of the base! My father EXCEEDED the height of this height measuring device. Once again I saw a smirk of excitement on my Dad's face. He was relishing the fact that he was outgrowing nearly every piece of equipment that was made for such a tiny society of people. Thankfully, one of the judges had a measuring tape as a backup so the height result would have to be done the old fashioned way. They had my father stand up against a wall. One judge held the tape on the ground while a second judge had to stand on a chair to reach the top of my Dad's head! The judge was a few inches shorter than I, and even standing on the chair he was just shorter than my Dad's towering height! Dad chuckled as he turned to face the stunned judge on the chair and voiced his observation, “Boy, it's been a while since I've gotten to look anybody eye to eye!” My father stood up tall and proud against the wall, never losing his satisfied grin. The elevated judge pressed his hand against the top of Dad's head and pulled the tape taught up to his fingers. He read the result. 7 ft 5.5 in. If Ted had any saliva left he would've choked again. The judges were all beside themselves as they recorded the stats. He clearly was the largest bodybuilder they had ever seen. They congratulated him on his progress and wished him luck during the competition. Once we were finished with the check in process we stepped over to Ted who was still seemingly numb with shock. “Ted, buddy, you're not a very good judge of height! HAHA! A couple of days ago you said you thought I was a little over 7 ft tall. I don't think nearly 6 inches is 'a little'! In fact, that puts me almost HALFWAY to the EIGHT FEET TALL mark. MAN! Could you image if I get that tall! You little guys would REALLY start to look like shrimps to me then!” Dad purposefully stepped up close to Ted and squared his frame as he made this proclamation, Ted's eyes right at the same level as big Chad's nipples. Dad bounced his huge pecs under his shirt right at Ted's face. Ted stammered, “Yeah...yeah man. I guess that's true, I misjudged your height by more than 'a little'. Although you can't blame me big guy. I don't think I've EVER seen anybody who was over 7 ft tall in person before so I don't have much of a frame of reference. Fuck dude, I can't believe you are basically seven and half feet tall! That is amazing!” Ted was starting to return to his normal self. “Wow, big buddy. I'm glad you're my friend. I would HATE to piss you off.” Pops smiled warmly soaking in Ted's praise. “Ah thanks little buddy!” Before he could react Dad brought his hands down, grabbed Ted by his armpits and lifted him nearly a foot and half into the air so they were at eye to eye. Dad was exhibiting no strain whatsoever at lifting the studly 230 lb man. “You're the best coach ever!” Dad suddenly brought Ted forward and mashed him into his chest in a crushing hug. Due to the size difference I was reminded of a child hugging a teddy bear. Dad again brought Ted straight out in front of him, Ted's feet still dangling near my Dad's knee caps. “You're feeling kinda light, little dude! Maybe I could use you as my pump up weight tomorrow.” My father suddenly started lifting Ted and up and down as if he was doing a combination curl/shoulder press movement. And again, it was looking easy for him. Ted, couldn't help but laugh at the situation. “Stop! Stop! No way, big man! If you keep doing I will throw up on you! No matter how jacked you are you wouldn't look good with a trail of vomit on you!” We all shared a laugh and Dad sat Ted way back down on the ground. Pops re-dressed and we headed back to our hotel rooms. Once there we had had a heavy carb loading meal to fill our, well MY, depleted muscles. After that both Dad and I, with the help of Ted, put on our second coat of tanner. After that we rested and just watched tv and by 10 o'clock that night we were resting for the competition tomorrow. The next morning and afternoon, were, well, boring! We went down to feast on the hotel's breakfast buffet to continue to stuff ourselves with carbs and protein fill out our muscles. After that we headed up to our room again to relax until the afternoon. The teen division was scheduled for 4pm and the men's was to begin at 6:30pm. At lunch time we had a prepared meal from Ted and then took a short nap afterwards. At the 3pm we headed over so I could prepare for my contest. We all headed over with all our gear in tow. We found our way to the convention center and Ted led us into the backstage pump room. We dropped our stuff in a corner and Ted coached me on the final preparation. The room was slowly filling up with more teen competitors who were stripping down and grabbing the provided dumbbells to pump up. Virtually all of them quickly took notice of the giant man in the baggy white t-shirt standing next to me. Ted continued his spiel but I was hardly listening as the nerves began to set in. Ted told me to strip down and went over to grab a coupe of 30 lbs dumbbells. As he did a friendly young guy dropped his bag on a chair next to our setup. “Hi man! I'm Edmund, but please call me Ed!” I introduced myself to him and also to my father. “Holy crap, that's your father! I just guessed this huge guy was your coach or something! It's nice to meet you sir.” After a pleasant exchange between Ed and Pops and I, Ed quickly shucked down to his posers and stripped off his shirt. He looked to be about 5 ft 9 in and maybe 175 lbs. He was very conditioned. Looking around the room I could see he had one of the better physiques among the teens. I then shucked my own shirt and shorts and clipped on my competitors number. “Damn, dude! You obviously got some of your size for your big daddy! You are huge! Are you sure you a teenager!” Ed noted as he studied me. “Well, buddy, I do have a bit of an advantage, I turn 20 in just a few days so I am still technically a teenager. And thanks dude, you look great too!” “Well great work man. I'll be 19 in two months so I planning to put on more size for my last year in the teen division. But you dude, you got a great chance for the overall, that's for sure!” I thank Ed for the compliment and scanned the room. I was pleasantly surprised as I scoped out the other bodybuilders. Since they were all teenagers, while ripped, very few of them had a ton of size, as Ted told me to expect. There were only a couple of guys who maybe matched my musculature, that thick mature, muscle bulge-iness that I had. I could feel my confidence growing as I studied the room. I could also feel, ahem, something in my shorts growing as well as I realized my standing in the room. I wondered if this was how Dad felt all the time, knowing he was the biggest and best built guy in virtually any situation. Ted came back with the dumbbells and had me do a variety of high rep exercises. “Ok, Jed, really squeeze those muscles, you're trying to get as much blood into those muscles as you can to make you look bigger than ever!” At one point Ted has me stop and step over to him. He produce another spray bottle and began to mist over my entire body. He told me this would give my body a somewhat glossy sheen that would really bring out the separation of my muscles under the stage lights. I can't say I enjoyed the smell. After he had sprayed me down he told me to keep pumping up everything I could until they told us to line up. Ted gave me some last minute pointers. “Remember, Jed, buddy, go out there with a ton of energy. You are naturally sort of a quiet and stoic dude and there's nothing wrong with that! But when you are out there try to push that guy aside and really let yourself go! Work the crowd, give big smiles, enjoy it, big Jed!” A couple of minutes later a judge came out and asked us all to line up in order of our numbers, which corresponded to our weight classes. Before I joined the line up, Dad stepped up to me and crouched down, WAY down, to look me in the eyes. He put his big right hand on my left shoulder, affectionately stared into my eyes and gave me a big, proud smile. I swear I almost saw him tearing up. “Jed, Son. I am so proud of you. No matter what happens out there you are the best son a father could ever ask for. I love you to death.” I returned Dad's gaze with my own warm smile as we both knew that was the only response he needed. He finally broke the moment with another quip, “I'd give you a hug, but you got that crap all over your body and I don't want to stain my shirt.” I of course couldn't resist chuckling. He was always so playful. “Now go out there and kick some ass!” Dad and Ted departed to watch from the back of the auditorium. I joined the line up and watch the competitors in front of me head out on stage when they were announced. First up we would all be doing our individual routines. Once everyone had gone the top 6 competitors of each weight group would be brought back out for short comparison posing sessions and the posedown, after which the placings would be announced. It took a good 25 minutes or so before it was my turn. Ed was a just a handful of competitors in front of me so I was able to glance at his routine while waiting in line. He was very energetic, constantly encouraging the crowd to make noise. He was a great showman that paired excellently with his ripped physique. Soon, the contest worker had me stand at the edge of the stage. There was a big “X” in white tape in the middle of the stage and he directly me to do my routine from there. When the announcer called my name I took a deep breath and walked out on the stage to the “X”. I could feel myself beginning to sweat as I walked across stage. I had to suppress those natural feelings of terror knowing I was near fully exposed to the hundred or so people out in the audience. Luckily the stage lights were so bright that it was difficult to make out any faces in the audience, which helped relieve the tension. As I strode to my spot I could hear a rumbling murmur from the crowd. Did they not like what they saw? The music began from over the loudspeakers and I began my routine. As I struck each pose, applause and shouts of encouragement began to trickle out from the crowd. This helped me relax more and I remembered Ted's words. As I brought my arms up to do my front-double biceps I widened my smile as much as I could and hit the pose with as much intensity that I could muster. Instantly I heard whistles and also shouts of 'ow ow!' from many feminine voices in the crowd. They liked what they were seeing! I let that feeling of admiration wash over me as I continued my routine, never losing my bright smile. I continued to feed off of the crowd's energy and they returned the favor as I struck my back lat spread. I turned to perform the side chest pose and crowd roared with approval. I finished my routine with a spectacular most muscular pose. I don't even know where it came from, but as I did my final pose I cockily bared my teeth and stuck out my tongue as I twisted my torso to make sure all audience members had a chance to gave upon my titanic teenage muscles. As the music stopped I rose up and waved at the crowd as the audience erupted in approval. Although I hadn't been able to see all the other individual routines, I was sure I was getting the most reaction from the crowd of anybody so far. Of course the supe-heavyweights still had to go after me. I made my way back to my corner in the pump room near Ed. He spotted me and jokingly made the well known 'we're not worthy' hands-up, bend-over motion. “Dude, I watched from the side, that was incredible! You had the crowd eating our of your hand!” A few seconds later Ted and my father were fervently walking up to me. Ted couldn't contain his excitement, “JED! My man, that was fuckin' awesome! Where did that cocky confidence-oozing young man come from, haha!” “I don't know, Ted! The crowd and the adrenaline...it just hit me and I let it hit me and I loved it!” “Jed, Son. Gosh. I'm...I'm...I'm almost speechless, buddy! That was amazing. I don't think I've ever seen you so excited and confident before. I loved what I was seeing, and so was the rest of the crowd. I'm so damn proud of you buddy!” This time he really did tear up a bit and it melted my heart. I ran up and hugged Dad's waist since that's all I could reach, not caring that I was smearing brown gunk on his shirt. He didn't care either as he patted my back. A few minutes later after the super-heavyweights had complete their individual routines, they began announcing and bringing the top six competitors back onstage. My new friend Ed made it in the top six of the light heavyweights and won his division! Next it was my turn. Even though I was sure I was in the top six it was still nerve-racking waiting for my name to be announced. Me and six other guys stood up on the stage in the order we were called. I noticed I was one of the center people on the stage. The judges directed us to perform poses at their demand. Once again the adrenaline of competition and being up on stage brought out the beast inside of me. I gritted my teeth, stuck out m tongue and smiled as widely as I possibly could. Once the judges were satisfied the announcer state “Ok gentlemen, POSE DOWN!” Instantly all six of us rushed forward a few step and began jostling and jockeying with other. Like Ted has taught us, there was only one, maybe two guys whom I thought were good enough to beat me. I stalked them like a hawk. Every time one of them hit a pose, there I was right beside them making an EVEN better pose and smirking at the audience. The smaller guys would come over to me and pose at me and I playfully reciprocated, easily out-sizing them a quick flex of my own biceps. It was empowering and I was loving it. “Ok gentlemen thank you. Please return to your starting positions on stage.” I returned to my spot and stood in my “relaxed pose” as Ted called. I always laughed at the name because I was anything but relaxed, standing there with my lats flared out, my abs clenched an my thighs in full flex. The announcer began naming the placings, starting at sixth place. I knew I had to be in the top three. After the fourth place finisher was named I the nerves really kicked in. I listened as the announcer spoke over the loudspeaker. “In third place...Micah DeLano!” Alright. I was I the top two! Could I actually win my first ever bodybuilding trophy at my first contest? I quickly glanced at my competition, another thickly built guy who matched my bulk, but I was sure I had him on conditioning. After applauding the third place finisher the audience quieted down for the final placement reveal. “And your runner up for the teen heavyweight division...” By now I had been sweating profusely. Wet streak streamed own my dark, golden brown, vascular and pumped muscles. It felt like the announcer was taking forever. “...Jordan Matthews!” Jordan and I shook hands congenially as the crowd erupted in cheers, not just for Mr. Matthews but also for we now knew who had won...ME! “And your winner for the teen heavyweight division is JED GRAVES!” I covered my face in honest shock and then raised my arms triumphantly as whistles, cheers and applause rained down on me. The head judge walked over and handed me a the first place trophy statue with a shiny gold man hitting a single arm biceps pose. “Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for your teen heavyweight placers!” We walked off stage and one of the event coordinators directed me to a different backstage room where they took my photo with my trophy and handed me my official winners paperwork. They also let me know that with my victory I would need to stick around for the overall. I made my way back to the pumproom where only the other weight class winners were. A few minutes later the winner of the super-heavyweight division was announced. Just a few moments after that, the contest runners had us line up in order from lightest divisions to heaviest and we were trotted back out on stage for the overall evaluation and pose down. Ed and I wished each other luck before we headed out. I of course had peeked at my competition, the other weight class winners. All the guys where in great shape and had great conditioning, except maybe the super-heavyweight winner. He was just plain big but I didn't think he was as cut as the rest of us. One again we were instructed by the announcer to hit the poses as they directed. They even had some of us switch places with each other. I figured I was in a good position when once again I ended up in the middle. The crowd love my side chest pose. I was squeezing my meaty pecs with every once of energy I could, to the point that I was almost cramping. Once the judges were satisfied it was time for the final posedown, which went much the same as before. Ed and I had gave each other some good-natured ribbing as we jostled against each other in the middle of the fray, our sweaty, oily, pumped shoulders pressing up against each other as we gritted and flexed with all our might. Once we retook our positions the final placings were announced. Name after name was read that wasn't mine or Ed's. Eventually it came down to us two. Before the winner was announced, Ed and I shook hands and wished each other luck once again. Finally, the second place overall winner was announced... … ...it was Ed! “Ladies and gentlemen, this year's overall teen champion, Jed Graves!” Oh my gawd! I had just WON my first ever bodybuilding competition! I had never won first place in anything athletic in my life, and here I was, first place! An even LARGER trophy was brought out and placed at my feet as we completed the overall teen ceremony. After all the hubbub we were led off stage and once again I was led to the second back room where another picture was taken and more papers were handed to me. In addition, I was met by a short, very thick looking man in a sport coat and another man with a video camera. He was only about 5ft5 but was clearly a former bodybuilder as he stretched his sport coat the seems. He introduced himself to me as Allan Reeves from FitnessFlex magazine. He wanted to give me a short interview and I obliged, giving him a quick three minute interview about my thoughts on my win, my training history and future plans. Allan was quite surprised that this was my first contest, he told me I looked fantastic and coming from this compact muscleman it really meant a lot. Before I left for the pump room I was told to come back after the men's overall was announced. Finally I made my way back to the pumproom, trophy and papers in hand. As soon as I stepped in I was encircled by a pair of boa-constrictor like arms and my feet left the floor. Dad has ran up and hugged me from behind. “That was AWESEOME JED! My son, the biggest, buffest, baddest teen bodybuilding there is! I've never been so proud in my life. You earned it buddy, from everybody we talked to, they all said you were the clear winner!” Dad set me back down and Ted came over to also sing my praises. It was one of the best moments of my life. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6 29 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
synthex Posted May 21, 2017 Share Posted May 21, 2017 Dredlifter, your epic tale is excellent work and an instant MGS forum classic. I'm sad to know it's ending soon but at the same time, I can't wait for the last installments! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted May 25, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 25, 2017 CHAPTER 19B: THE CONTEST - Part 2 A few minutes later the adult male competitors began to file into the pumproom. Weaselly Dallas Winters soon made his way in an grabbed a chair about 30 ft or so away from us, his frazzled female helper in tow. News had gotten around the expo of the giant buff man so Dad was no longer causing quite the scene. Of course, everybody thought he and Ted were in there to help me pack up after my win. But they all got the shock of their lives once my father reached down and slowly raised his baggy 9XL t-shirt over his head. The room was grew quiet as row by row of Dad's brick like, tanned abs were revealed. Abs that would've been at eye level for many of the contestants. Then he pulled the shirt outward, to get it over those huge, overhanging but firm pectorals. Then, even though the shirt was 9XL, he still had to yank it over the meaty ham-like muscles of his biceps and triceps that filled the sleeves. Finally, he pulled the shirt up and over his head with a big satisfied sigh. As his titanic, tanned body was revealed you could almost hear the hopes and dreams of the other competitors' aspirations being dashed. Very few grown men in the room could match my father's musculature. Then you have to consider that we was well OVER a full foot taller than the next tallest bodybuilder in the room! My father sensed all eyes were on him, so he cheerfully proclaimed, “Good luck everybody!” and then turned and went back to focusing on his own preparation. A moment later I heard a familiar grating voice from behind us, “What the hell Mr. Graves? I thought you were competing in strongman, not bodybuilding.” It was none other than Dallas Winters. My father slowly turned to face Dallas. As he did he let his shorts fall to the ground exposing his humongous, ripped legs and of course, a poser pouch that would rival a cantaloupe. My father slowly swung his meaty leg forward, and stepped right up to Dallas. He didn't feel the need to bend over so he kept his chest up high and only tilted his head down to look at Dallas. The smaller man's face was inches away from Dad's spectacular pec shelf. “Well, LITTLE GUY, I guess I changed my mind.” As Dad spoke he smugly grinned down at Dallas whose faced was scrunched up in obvious anger. Here he was thinking that he was going to walk away with another clear victory, but he knew that was now in jeopardy. Dallas turned and stomped back to his settlement as Ted and I choked back laughs. “Oh my god, that was awesome, my big friend,” Ted said once Dallas was out of ear shot. Next, my father swaggered through the crowed which parted for him like the red sea due a combination of fear, awe, and intimidation. He made his way over the rack of dumbbells so he could start pumping up. He grabbed the heaviest set there, a pair of 100 lb-ers, and strolled back to our camp. He then began cranking out bicep curls as if they were only 20 lb weights, once again wowing the other men in the room. Dad was totally getting off on silently dominating the rest of his competitors. No one else in the room had grabbed any dumbbells heavier than 60 lbs. I watched as Dad's huge arms pumped up even more in size, filling with nutrient rich blood, making his cephalic vein look like it going to burst forth from his paper thin skin. This giant man was pure muscled perfection. Soon, it was time for Ted and I to make our way to the auditorium. We sat in some seats near the back and watched as all the men began their individual routines. It took much longer as there were a lot more contestants in the men's division compared to the teens. I was getting bored when 45 minutes later the heavyweights began their portion. Soon after Dallas Winters strutted out on stage and began his routine. Unlike others' routines, Dallas rarely smiled, only sneered. It came off as cocky and arrogant. “He's way too intense. You have to have confidence and be proud up there, but he way overdoes it,” Ted explained as we watched. I do have to admit though, he was an excellent poser and had a fantastic body. If anything, his proportions did seem to at least decently match up with my father's. I felt it was such a shame that such a beautiful body was attached to someone who was so ugly on the inside. Next up the super-heavyweight competitors began. It was odd, none of the men seemed to be posing with much enthusiasm. I deduced why once my father stepped on stage. I'm certain that all the other men in my Dad's division knew they had no chance. When Dad stepped out on stage whispers began to pierce the crowd. Looking at him up on stage, everybody could tell that he had one of the best physiques at the show, but they also could see that something was slightly off about him. From far away seated in the audience and with no strong points of reference, his height was essentially hidden at first. Soon, some of the crowd began to realize that ridiculously attractive visage belonged to the towering man who had been seen wandering the expo, the guy who supposedly was here for the strongman competition. As he sauntered to his mark, a few women in the audience were happily shouting out cat calls, quickly noticing his chiseled jawline, prominent cheeks and piercing brown eyes. As Dad heard them he proudly and quickly looked up and winked at wherever the whistles were coming from. As Dad stepped forward on the stage to the big X, the people who hadn't seen him wandering around began to realize, this man was tall. VERY TALL. And, well, it was plainly obvious he was ALL MAN. Every male in the audience suddenly felt like their man cards had been revoked, just from the site of his almost comically large posing strap. The music began and Dad gracefully began his his routine. He began by putting his left hand on his hip and slowly bringing up his right arm so that is was fully extended. As the classical music rose to an intermediate crescendo he smirked and bent his elbow, FLEXING the biceps with all his might. The muscle rose and rose, seemingly ballooning with air, exploding upwards toward the ceiling. Gasps, 'oohs and ahhs', and applause began to growing louder and louder. He then gracefully turned around and showed his back, keeping his legs slightly bent so his ultra huge calves and hamstrings were tensed. The various lumps of muscle covering his back undulated and bulged as he raised his arms up into a back double biceps pose. His shoulders were so stupendously huge it almost looked like he had TWO sets of biceps on each side of his head! From the back we got to see his meaty, feathers triceps, heavily sagging downward. Next, Dad once again put both of his hand on his hips for the next pose. We all thought his backed looked five feet wide to begin with, but then he began to unfurl those bulbous lats. He spread his elbows wider, opening up another section of muscle of each side. The he brought them out wider...then wider...THEN WIDER! Every time we thought there was no more muscle to spread, my father proved us wrong. Fully flexed his back looked like a giant, flesh colored manta ray! Applause and roars were now filling the auditorium, they all knew they were seeing something special. Dad now turned to face the front and I swore I heard some feminine moans of pleasure. Dad looked down at his legs and all our eyes followed his to gaze upon two of the biggest, most vascular legs in bodybuilding history. And Pops was just, SO TALL, that he had A LOT of leg meat. He slowly swayed the muscles back and forth, the instantly FLEXED his legs into a hundred tiny sinews fighting for space. He repeated the motion for the second and the audience ate it up. My father then looked at the audience and slowly raised both arms out wide. The audience grew excited, they wanted to see it. He then sexily arched his eyebrows and dropped his hands and there was an audible groan of disappointment. He then smiled and raised his left hand to his head and cupped it over his ear as if to say “I can't hear you!” The crowd instantly caught on, Dad was teasing them, teasing all of us. Cheers and shouts grew and Dad once extended both arms straight out. He again arched his eyebrow and the crowd noise reached another level. Finally satisfied, my father gave 'em what they wanted. He puffed up his chest, squeezed his abs and FLEXED BOTH TITANIC ARMS in a truly awesome double-biceps pose. The crowd roar was deafening. No one had ever seen arms this big and this ripped before. He then reach behind his head with both arms, bare able to complete the movement because his guns were so huge. This and exposed the dark, sweaty muscle caves of his armpits, and his striated lats again bulged obscenely outward. He crunched down and flexed a solid eight pack of some of the densest abs anyone had ever seen. He pointed his toes outward and squeezed his arms, lats, core, and thighs in the abs-and-thighs pose to end all abs-and-thighs poses. It was one of the most amazing, awe-inspiring, and, dare I say it, sensual displays of masculinity anybody had ever seen. Next, he turned and struck his side chest pose, his pecs heaving outward what looked like half a foot out and over his abs, the pouch of his bulge doing the same! Finally, Dad turned to face the crowd again, raised his eyebrows, smiled, and then gritted his teeth as he crunched over and performed the perfect most muscular pose. “GRRRRRRR YYEAAAHHH!!!!” We could all hear my father 's basso profundo roar over the ending crescendo of the song. And, then, it was over. After a couple of seconds the stunned silence the audience erupted in clapping, whistles, cheers, you name it. He had totally brought down the house. Dad stood up, cheerfully smiled and waved as he giddily stepped off stage. Ted and I turned to look at each, stunned looks on our faces. Ted spoke first, “That...was...amazing! I have seen A LOT of posing routines, that was...seriously Jed, one of the best, if not the best display of posing I have ever seen, professionals included!” I had no reason to disbelieve Ted. We headed backstage to greet my father, who still was looking proud as peacock, pumped and towering over everybody else in the room. Several other guys were surrounding him, patting him on his back and shoulder. Many of them patting him there because that is all the further they could reach! Dad saw us and excused himself. I ran up and gave him another hug. “DAD! YOU ROCKED! YOU LOOKED SO BIG AND JACKED OUT THERE! EVERYBODY WAS IN AWE!” Dad chuckled at me as I stammered like and excited five-year-old. We didn't have a lot of time to talk since Dad was one of the last individual posers. Ted then gave him just a couple of pointers and soon we were back in our chairs as the top placers from each weight class were brought out and announced. We had to sit through another 20 minutes as the lower weight class winners were announced. In the heavyweight division, Dallas Winters unfortunately was the winner of his division. I also noticed during his posedown that we was very aggressive. He was visibly pushing and shoving his opponents, but apparently not enough to get disqualified. But, even Ted couldn't deny, he was the best in his class. Up next was the fun part. Both Ted and I knew what to expect, but few in the audience did. They all knew the huge, tall bodybuilder would be back out on stage, but how big would be look next to the other competitors in his division? There was an electric curiosity abuzz throughout the auditorium. Finally the super-heavyweight top six took the take. Gasps of shock and awe couldn't not be suppressed. There was my father, standing in the middle of the group, averaging over a foot and a half taller than his so called peers. The men to his left and right barely even reached the tops of his bowling ball size shoulders. When Dad raised his arms into a double biceps flex, his elbows would've been ABOVE the heads of three of the shorter finalists men currently on stage with him. And, he was just sooooo muscular! Even if he were the same height of his peers, he clearly had denser, thicker, more defined muscles than the other men. As they hit each pose as directed, there was a clear winner, and everybody knew it. Then the posedown began. As Ted instructed, my father gingerly stepped around his opponents. He knew he had them beat, he just couldn't risk getting disqualified. Plus, he was so fuckin' big and tall that he could've just hit his poses while standing behind the other guys and there would be no way they would be able shield him from view. Well, maybe they could hide just his legs if three guys had teamed up to stand side-by-side in front of him. It was as epic of a blowout in the history of competitive blowouts. A few moments later the obvious was confirmed and Dad was announced the winner of the men's super-heavyweight division. It was amusing to watch the judge attempt to raise my father's arm. There was no way we could reach. Instead he playfully put his hand on my father's elbow to push my father's arm up high. Dad and the rest of the crowd erupted in amused laughter at the scene. Dad collected his own trophy and the men made their way off stage. We knew Pops would be back out in just a couple of minutes for the overall so we stayed in our seats. The judges took Pop's trophy off stage and the other weight class winners were brought out in order of their weight class. On the initial lineup, there seemed to be a slow but steady increase in height from the bantam-weight man up to Dallas. But then, there was an exponential leap to look up at my father beaming smile. The judges had the men perform their poses and began shuffling the men around. As expected Dallas and my father ended up in the middle. As I previously noted, Dallas was close enough in musculature to my father that the result was not set in stone, especially since Ted had warned us about the sometimes shady politics of the bodybuilding world. Finally it was time. “POSE DOWN!” The announcer shouted. The men stepped forward, except my Dad, who stayed rooted in place with his hands on his hips in his superman pose. “What's he doing?!?” a concerned Ted asked. But I knew. And quickly the rest of the audience figured it out to. In an amazing show of bravado and confidence, Dad was letting his little subjects begin before him, a head start of sorts. A few second later he slowly began to saunter forward. He easily stepped toward the front of the group, his massive thighs easily nudging the smaller men out of the way. Once front and center he raised his arms into a colossal most muscular pose. The bantam-weight guy, who knew he had no shot, as most bantam-weights know, took the opportunity to have some fun. At all of only 5 ft 3 in, he jumped in front of my Dad, his head just barely taller than my father's belly button. The little ripped man hit what could only be described as an adorable double-biceps pose. Then, hilariously, while holding the pose, the bantam-weight tilted his head WAY back to look straight up and behind himself. My father caught on, smirked DOWN at him over his pecs, and then suddenly brought up his arms into his own titanic double-biceps pose, looking nearly TWICE as tall and wide as the little man in front of him. The size disparity was incredible! The audience loved it and so did my father and the little guy. Dad reached his hand down and the two men high-fived after they broke the pose. Now, my father eyed his prey, Dallas was seemingly doing all he could to ignore my father, staying on the edges of the group and next to the smaller guys. As Dallas his a side chest pose, Dad stepped right up behind him and did the same pose. My father purposefully leaned forward so his own flexed chest muscles brushed the back of Dallas' head, who was doing his best to try not to let it bother him. Ted and I were loving it. Dallas scampered to the other side of the stage and performed a front lat spread. My dad slowly followed like a masked serial killer from a teen slasher film. This time Dad stepped behind Dallas softly enough that Dallas didn't notice over the music. From a foot or so behind my Dad copied his lat spread, again opening himself wider and wider, completely DWARFING the width of Dallas. Each of my fathers' elbows seemed to extend another foot and a half or so wider than Dallas'. The audience erupted in a combinations of cheering and laughter. Dallas whipped his head around and saw Pop's handsome mug, smirking way down at him. Dallas again stormed across the stage and hit the classic Arnold, one-arm biceps pose. My father was right there once again, as he raised his arm and FLEXED it right above Dallas's head! If Dallas had backed up a few inches his head would've been nestled in Dad's armpit! Dallas again swiveled and glared at my father, who simply looked back down with a cocky grin. Then, to our amazement and Dallas' ultimate ire, my father just smirked, reached down and lightly patted the top of poor little Dallas' head. It was the ultimate insult to a man like Dallas. In just one simple alpha stud move my father had relegated poor Dallas to beta status. As the men continued to posedown, it became more and more evident that Pops was muscularly larger than Dallas too! If you could somehow scale my father down to Dallas' height, it would still look like he had another 15 or so pounds compared to Mr. Winters. Although, Dallas may have just slightly had my father beat in conditioning. And, I know it wasn't an official category, but no one in the audience could possibly miss who was potentially the manliest guy on stage 'down there'. I honestly think you could fit the pouches of ALL the other finalists inside my father's single posing though. Ted had told me how steroids can shrink you balls, but not your dick, and it looked like a couple of the finalists, Dallas Winters included, suffered from this as their bulges were quite small. The judge announced the completion of the posedown and directed the men back to their positions, where they stood in their not-so-relaxed poses. For the men's overall, there were no placings, only the overall winner was announced. Although, everyone in the audience knew it was going to come down to the two biggest men in the center of the stage. I turned to Ted and asked, “Dad's got this, right?” Concerned, Ted replied, “Well, I think so. But I've seen crazier judgment calls happen before. If politics don't come into play I'd say it's Chad's but...” He trailed off as the announcer returned to his podium on the side. “Ladies and gentlemen, the scorecards have been tallied and the results are in.” Up on stage, Dad turned toward Dallas at his side and extended his hand in a gesture of goodwill and good luck. Of course, Dallas stood there frozen facing forward, pretending like he saw nothing. So my father grinned and chuckled and lifted his arm to pat Dallas on the shoulder! Even without moving a muscle Dallas was visibly fuming, and we were nearly in stitches. “Your overall champion for this years men's open bodybuilding division is... …CHAD GRAVES!” Ted and I leaped out of our seats and screamed as loud as we could, pumping our fists in the air. The rest of the audience stood and cheered as well. We hugged each other, giddily patting each others' backs as we embraced. Up on stage the other competitors, well all except for ONE, walked over and shook my father's hand congratulating him sincerely. “And now to present the trophy, former professional bodybuilder ALLAN REEVES!”. The same short, buff, man in the sportcoat who had interviewed me earlier walked out on stage to more applause. And no wonder why he looked so huge and thick for his height, we was an actual professional! He walked out carrying an enormous bronze trophy of a muscular man performing a double-biceps pose, about twice the size of my own overall trophy. He walked over and set it at my Dad's feet and shook his hand. Like the previous judge, it was hilarious when Allan tried to raise my father's hand in victory. If Allan had been reaching straight up he wouldn't have been able to reach the top of my Dad's head. So, like before, Allan pushed up my father's meaty triceps to the audiences amusement. As the presentation was wearing down, Ted reminded me that I need to head backstage per the judges requests. So I quickly shuffled out of he auditorium and made it to the back room just as the other finalists were walking off stage. “There you are!” a contest official shouted as I entered the room. I walked over to him and joined a group that consisted of all the overall winners from the various divisions. We were to all walk on stage together for a final recognition and photo op. The announcer spoke once again, “LADIES AND GENTLEMENT, PLEASE WELCOME YOUR OVERALL WINNERS FOR THIS YEARS FANTASTIC COMPETITION!” We all walked out on stage and were directed to stand by an on-stage judge. There were six of us including me, with the masters winner, the men's physique winner, the women's physique winner, the women's bikini winner and of course my father. Allan was situated right in the middle with Dad to his left. I was placed to my fathers left. As the other contestants took their spot Dad and I embraced in a crushing, manly hug. Our sweaty, bare, rippling, dense muscles smashing against each other fighting for space. Dad lifted me off the ground, of course, and before he dropped me he planted a big sloppy kiss on my cheek. I'm sure those in the audience who didn't know us thought it was an odd sight, but a moment later when we were all introduced it was made clear that we were a father and son duo and the moment became much more adorable. Finally the show was officially over. Allan directed us both to follow him to the back room to get Dad's final paperwork and so he could interview us. Since were father and son he had the great idea to interview us both. He also had a great idea to employ some creative cinematography. I remember watching the video after it had been posted to youtube later that evening: [Youtube video: Men's and Teen's Overall Winners, ENORMOUS Champ] The video opens up with just myself and Allan on screen. Allan begins, “Ladies and gentlemen I am here backstage at this years regional bodybuilding championships. I know I already interviewed this young man next to me, Mr. Jed Graves, the overall teen winner, who looks fantastic, especially for his age-” “Thanks Allan!” I quickly interject. “You're very welcome. But, something amazing happened tonight, the teen and men's divisions became a family affair, as Jed's own father took the men's open title.” The camera slow pans back to reveal a towering wall of bronzed, bulging flesh standing beside Allan. It pans for what feels like ages before finally revealing my father's handsome smiling mug. Allan turns to face my father, still sandwiched in between us. Due to his own low level height it was a comical site, with not only me towering over him, but Dad doing the same at a much more ridiculous disparity. “And ladies and gentlemen...this...MONSTROUS man, is Jed's father, Mr. Chad Graves and your overall men's open champion. Chad, congratulations, you look amazing. I am in awe. I have never seen a man of your height who was able to put on and maintain such a high amount of muscle. Everybody watching at home, I assure you Chad is not on stilts and I am not bending over, I am actually looking right at his abs because he is so tall.” The camera quickly pans down to show that all of our feet on the floor. The camera comes back up and Allan lifts the microphone up high so Dad can respond. “Well thank you Allan, coming from an acclaimed bodybuilder like yourself that really means a lot. I'm just so happy that all that hard work paid off. But I tell you what Allan, the very best part of this whole thing watching my son win his overall. That really drove me to do the best I could with my own posing routine. It was all for my little tyke right there!” Dad points to me. Allan laughs and turns to look up at me. “Chad, you may be the only man here who can call your son a little tyke! Jed looks absolutely huge in his own right! And other men Jed's age better watch out, if you have your father's genes it looks like he may have some more growing to do.” Allan goes on asking my father about our training, diet, lifting history, etc., all the same questions he asked me. I notice Dad is purposefully vague regarding his own growth, possibly because he knows his growth is testing conventionally medical science and doesn't want to become a lab rat. As the interview winds down Allan begins to reach into his pocket. “Now, before we let you go, Mr. Graves, our viewers are going to want to know, just how BIG are you...” He produces a yellow tape measure. My father throws his head back and roars with laughter as he realizes what's coming. “Would you mind if we take some stats?” “Well, Allan, I haven't taken my stats for a while so why not, so let's find out, haha,” “Thanks for being such a good sport, Mr. Graves. Let's start with the obvious, how much do you weigh?” “Well Allan I Weighed in at 468 lbs yesterday.” “Unbelievable. That is nearly twice as heavy as the next heaviest man at our show this year! Now, how tall are you, big man?” “I was measured yesterday at 7 ft 5 and a half inches!” Allan look dumbfounded. “Chad, that is incredible. Ladies and gentlemen this man is nearly seven and half feet tall. Chad, most of our viewers know that I am 5 ft 5 inches tall, that means you are OVER TWO FEET taller than I am!” Dad smirked down at Allan and chuckled. “Wow Allen I never thought of it like that. That must be why you look so short to me! But to tell you the truth, pretty much EVERYONE looks like a runt to me nowadays!” “I can only imagine, big Chad...I can only imagine! You are quite the specimen. Well since, I'm already all the way DOWN here, why don't we go ahead and start with your legs.” Allan drops the microphone and bends down and wraps the tape around Dad's calves. Then he raises up slightly and wraps it around my father's meaty left thigh at its widest point. Dad then tenses the thigh and tape pulls even further. Allan picks the mic back up, “Ok first measurements are calves at 27 inches and quads at a mind-blowing 40 inches on the dot! Oh my goodness everyone, these numbers are astounding. Chad, your calves are bigger than most men's thighs and your thighs' are bigger than many mens' chests! “Haha, well Allan, there are certainly a lot of shrimpy men in the world so I'm not surprised.” “Jed, would you mind holding my microphone while I complete the measurements? Thank you,” I take the mic from Allan so he can use both hands to continue measuring. Allan wraps the tape around my father's waist, “Chad sports a 34.5 inch waist. Now, to those listening, that number may seem large, but I assure you, there is virtually no fat on this man's waist.” My Dad then tightened his abs, making each bricked muscle even more pronounced. Allan actually reached up and knocked on one of his ab muscles! “It's like knocking on stone, everyone, truly incredible.” Now, with the tape still wrapped around his waist, Allan lets out a bunch more length has my Dad turn sideways. “Jed, if you would, please step behind your father and help me get the tape up around his chest.” I oblige and hold the tape up while Allan pulls the tape taught across Dad's armor plated chest, just above his nipples. It ends up being quite the process. From the cocky grin on Dad's face and his constant snickering, he is clearly loving every minute of it, watching us tiny men struggle to complete what would be such a simple task on a normal sized human. Since Allan is so short, his hands are just above his own head as he pulls the end of the tape to read the number. I step back around and hold the microphone to Allan's, face. “Are you ready for this number folks, prepare yourselves. Big Chad Graves here sports a legitimate 70 inch chest! I don't think I have ever heard of a muscular chest being that large!” Dad chuckles as he hears the result, no doubt pleased and playfully bounces his pecs in front of Allan. “Thanks Allan, all those bench presses and flys seem to be paying off!” Allan laughs back, “That may be the understatement of the year, Mr. Graves! Ok, now we've saved the best for last, let's seem them canons, Chad.” Dad slowly turns to directly face the camera again. With a handsome smile he places his left hand on his hip and brings his right arm up into the the ultimate single-arm biceps pose. The mound of muscle expands to it's cannonball size, his triceps hang underneath gloriously. Allan then asks, hilariously, “Uh, Chad, if you wouldn't mind, could you crouch down some, I can reach around the top of your arms.” Dad guffaws, still holding the pose. “Sure little guy. I'm sorry I didn't realize you were THAT short!” He then hunches over so Allan can reach. Allan, like my father, has a wonderfully playful personality and so my father's comments clearly don't bother him. Building up his own body to pro-level size, Allan clearly has no issues in the confidence department. “No worries, big Chad, you are one of the few people I have met who actually make me feel tiny!” Allan cheerfully responds. Allan wraps the tape around the warm, veiny ball of fleshy steel. Allan huffs in surprise as the camera slowly zooms in. “We'll let the tape do the talking on this one,” Allan says as the camera zooms in and slowly focuses on the marked number on the tape. The video reveals the number: 28.5 inches. The camera pans back out and Allan steps in front to face the camaera, “There you have it folks. Mr. Chad Graves, the man with the 28.5 inch biceps, standing 7 ft 5.5 inches tall and weighing an astonishing 468 lbs. A man who has to be the BIGGEST bodybuilder in the history of the sport.” As Allan says this my father grins brightly and raises his arms into another explosive double-biceps pose, his chest and arms easily rising above Allan's head. “Thank you Chad and Jed for speaking with us.” [End of Youtube Video] After our interview we headed back to the pumproom to meet Ted collect our stuff. A few other competitors were still there milling about. As we walked in a few other fitness related media outlets swarmed my Dad, asking to interview him as well and he happly agreed to answer some questions. On the opposite side of the room we saw Dallas berating a contest judge, with his exhausted girlfriend by his side. As I headed over to our camp I could overhear him complaining “He should've been disqualified with the antics he pulled up there! I demand to speak to the other judges.” Back in our corner, I ignored him and slipped on my shorts and a shirt and started packing up when I heard that awful sniveling voice behind me. “That was you and your Dad with Ted that I saw during the LAST competition, wasn't it, boy.” I turned to see Dallas, angrily glaring at me. “Your father wasn't nearly that big last time, was he? What's he on? Tell me!” “He's not on anything, certainly nothing YOU aren't. He's just better than you.” I was already done with him so I started to turn away when suddenly he reached out and forcefully grabbed my forearm. “Don't turn your back on me kid! You listen here you little-” Suddenly a huge presence was near us. “DON'T. TOUCH. MY. SON.” I looked up and saw my father was standing behind Dallas, looking angrier than I had ever seen him before. His brow was furled and his lips were pursed. He was clenching his fists as tightly, causing the rest of his upper body to explode in a network of sinews and veins. If this giant man wasn't my father I would've been terrified. A crowd of onlookers watched nervously to see what was going to happen. Any smart man would've instantly backed down at the site of an angry 7 ft 6 wall of pure muscle, but Dallas was not a smart man. Dallas sneered again, “YOU! You think you can get away with that bullshit you pulled on stage!?” In a fit of rage Dallas release my arm. He then suddenly twisted his body and swung his right arm ferociously toward my Dad, landing what looked like a solid punch to his abs. Dad instantly hunched over and let out an 'OOF!' sound. Dallas stared at my bent over father looking victorious. All of sudden we began to hear some chuckling. Deep, low frequency, ominous chuckling. Dad slowly extended himself back up to his full height, a full foot and half taller than Dallas. “Is that all you got, LITTLE MAN? Hahaha what a little wimp. I'll admit you caught me by surprise but I didn't feel anything!” In a flash my father whipped out his own right hand and grabbed Dallas' head. Then, to our amazement, with just his massive right arm extended and his enormous hands palming Mr. Winters' head like a basketball, my father LIFTED him straight off the ground. All 245 or so pounds of ripped bodybuilder, lifted by just his skull! Dallas kicked and swung his legs and frantically try to pry himself free as he dangled above the floor. “Little guy, you practically weighmNOTHING to me!” Dad turned and glanced at the crowd, “Now you all saw him punch me first, so this just defense, right?” Everyone nodded in agreement, nobody would defy an angry 7 and half foot tall muscle beast. Dallas continued to groan and struggle as he hung from my Dad's hand. He looked toward his girlfriend and yelled, “Janet, go call the cops!” When she didn't move he added. “What the hell is wrong with you, you stupid bitch, move!” “NO!” Janet had had enough. She raged, surprising us all, “Dallas, you are an asshole! I'm sick of you treating me like shit. WE'RE THROUGH!” Dad turned and smirked at the still dangling man. “What a PATHETIC little man you are, Dallas Winters! Is there ANYBODY that doesn't despise you? You are in need of a serious attitude adjustment!” Dad raised up his left hand to backhand Dallas and I rushed forward. “DAD! DON'T!” My father glance down at me, his anger softening. “C'mon Pops, you're better than this.” My father looked down at me and sighed. He chuckled warmly, “Thanks, Jed. You are a good kid.” All of a sudden we heard Janet shouting once more. “Oh my god, Dallas! Are you...AROUSED?” No one in the crowd could help it, we all glanced down at Dallas's posing suit and sure enough, he had a very small but definite erection. This was just too good. “HAHAHA! Little man, are you get off on being dominated by me? Does it turn you on knowing I am so much BIGGER, so much STRONGER and so much MORE OF A MAN than you? Oh, little Dallas, this is rich. And no wonder Janet here is depressed, that can't possibly be your erection? It's positively TINY! HAHAHA!” Janet then decided to get further revenge. “Mr. Graves, he hasn't ever satisfied me. He's is TINY. I think he's one of those guys who took up bodybuilding to compensate. I compared him to my fingers once and I know he is less than four inches long!” My father smiled widely at the boned up muscle man hanging from his hand. “Only FOUR inches, Dallas? Oh, excuse me, LESS THAN four inches! HAHAHA! OH MY GOSH HOW DO YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELF A MAN?” My father reached down with his free hand and cupped his own enormous bulge. He cockily glared right into Dallas' eyes, “Little man, do you want to know a secret? A BIG, MASSIVE secret? My SOFT cock is over TWICE as long as your hard little dicklet! Maybe even THREE times. And note I said SOFT! I won't spare you the indignity of knowing how minuscule you measure up to me when I get hard! In fact, Dallas, you want to know something else that's awesome. I'm quite certain my dick is THICKER in width then yours is long! HAHA!” Everybody in the crowd was enjoying a nice laugh at Dallas' expense. It may have seemed cruel, but this man certainly deserved what he was getting. Along with my Dad, Janet was enjoying the experience immensely. Already she was looking less stressed out and vibrant and lively now that she had finally pulled the plug on little Dallas. “Hey Janet, if you want, stick around and I'll give you my phone number. If you want I'd be happy to show you what a REAL MAN is like.” Janet walked right up to Dad and began rubbing her tiny hands up and down his abs, right in front of the still dangling Dallas. “Alright, LITTLE man. I'm going to let you down. You are going to gather your things and LEAVE. And you are going to do it PEACEFULLY. You are truly lucky my son here is a better man than I am, otherwise I would throw you through the nearest wall. AND I THINK YOU NOW UNDERSTAND THAT I COULD. I have more strength in my one bicep here,” Dad flexed his enormous cannon in front of Dallas, “than you do in your entire body. DON'T. TEST. ME.” My father slowly lowered his arm until Dallas feet hit the ground. He then opened his fingers, freeing Dallas. Dallas stared daggers at my father who never broke his gaze back. He knew he would be no match if he tried anything else. With a huff he lowered his head, silently walked to his camp, gathered his things and left. And that the last we ever say of Dallas winters. Later that evening Ted, Dad and I went to a local sports bar to celebrate our victories. After weeks of dieting I was so happy to chow down on a nice greasy hamburger and some meaty potato fries. We were being served by a busty young blonde woman who was clearly smitten by my father, like most women. Once again he collected another phone number. Back at the hotel my father approached Ted and I. It was now about 10pm at night and we were wearing down. He gave us a sheepish look and asked, “Hey, could I ask a favor? I invited a couple of those supplement girls from the expo up to my room. Ted, brother, could Jed stay in your room on your spare bed tonight? Jed, buddy, is that OK with you?” I smiled back up at Dad. For him, he hadn't gotten laid in ages so I wasn't going to deny him he opportunity. “Sure thing, stud! What about Janet?” I said. Dad smirked, “I invited her too.” Ted and I hung out in his room watching a movie when we soon heard a couple of female voices in the next room. Lots of giggling and laughing. I knew they were in for the night of their lives. A few minutes later there was a knock at our door. Ted got up and answered it. It was the hot waitress from the sports bar. “Oh Hi. Is, um, Chad here?” She asked meekly. “He's in the next room over,” Ted replied gesturing to his left. She thank him and Ted closed the door. A few seconds later we heard more giggling and cheers from he adjacent room as it sounded like another woman entered the fray, most likely Janet. My father was going to have the sexiest night of his life banging four beautiful women at once. And I had not doubt he wouldn't be up to the task. I just hoped Ted and I would be able to get some sleep. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6 25 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted May 25, 2017 Share Posted May 25, 2017 If this is the end. Then it's a perfect way to close this story. I have no words but 1 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted May 25, 2017 Share Posted May 25, 2017 Brilliant two parts, I think I preferred Jed'a section to be honest, the emotional dynamic between father and so n was brilliant. I hope this ain't the end Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted May 25, 2017 Author Share Posted May 25, 2017 6 hours ago, Ro20316 said: If this is the end 5 hours ago, Mature said: I hope this ain't the end Fear not, my friends! There will be one more chapter to make it a nice even 20 chapters . 8 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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