hyper muscle My Dad the Hulk

[Kymuscleboy]

Wow! That was HOT, and a great beginning. I'm looking forward to more, especially seeing whether the son grows like his dad or stays small to admire him from below. I also can't wait for  immediate payoff of just how big dad got from his last trip to the "hospital!" 

[Tjdonger]

Think there’s an issue with posting as it shows blank at moment. 

[Artizek]

Aww, thanks for the great response. I posted this elsewhere on the site, but this is about how big Dad is at 9 feet and 1200 lbs.

 

[SchwalbeMarc]

1 hour ago, Artizek said:

Aww, thanks for the great response. I posted this elsewhere on the site, but this is about how big Dad is at 9 feet and 1200 lbs.

 

Absolutely amazing and damn hot! Wish he was my dad. 

[Artizek]

PART TWO

 

I must have fainted because I woke up that afternoon in my bed and a bandage around my head. I’d had the craziest dream. My Dad had grown from an already enormous bodybuilder into a 9-foot behemoth. I remembered his superhuman proportions with every muscle group inflated like a balloon. No, “inflated” wasn’t the right term because there was an undeniable weight and density to that physique. I could feel myself growing hard just thinking about it. But as my cock filled out my boxer briefs I felt a strange sensation. Lifting the sheets, I saw I’d had a wet dream. Dried cum coated my cock and half my thigh. Cursing, I tossed the briefs and bedsheets into the hamper and stumbled to my bathroom to clean myself up. 

By the time I wiped the mess from my crotch, my cock was rock hard. With a sigh, I pumped a dollop of lotion into my palm and took care of it. Looking myself in the mirror, I pictured my teenage body widening as hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of unbridled muscle formed. But then an even bigger figure materialized behind me. A giant three feet taller and far wider. A veritable mountain of man. My Dad. I felt a twinge of shame but a powerful orgasm pushed my feelings to the side. I gasped and almost snarled as I painted the mirror with rope after rope of my seed. Great, another mess to clean up. 

Masturbation always left me hungry afterward. It was nearly dinner. There was a heavenly aroma wafting from the kitchen, but the moment I walked in, I nearly fainted once more. There was my Dad. I hadn’t been dreaming after all. He really had come home with twice the muscle mass. The sweatpants he somehow stuffed his sequoia-sized legs into now came up to his knees. Dad was facing the other way and I could make out the shape of his humongous ass, both cheeks like damn wrecking balls. A measly stringer tank top begged for mercy as it stretched across his barn door-wide back. In a huge, meaty hand, he gripped the blender like it was a soda can and drained a protein shake in just a few gulps. 

“D-Dad?” I stammered. 

He spun around, his heavy package wobbling. His eyes lit up.

“You alright, sport? You had me worried there.”

A hand bigger than a tire rested on my shoulder. The forearm it connected to was wider than my waist. 

“Sorry dad, I don’t know what came over me.”

“No need to apologize. Your Dad is quite a sight. A lot to take in.”

“No kidding,” I laughed, looking over his sweeping lats that tapered to a narrow yet sturdy core. “Did they give you five injections this time?”

Dad smirked. 

“Just one. Same as always. Same dosage too. Your giant papa is just getting more receptive.”  

With that, he raised a monstrous arm and flexed it. The tendons of his neck, shoulder, and pecs rippled as his biceps shot up over his head, just scrapping his knuckles. Finger-thick veins popped, and a manly scent came from a forest of dark pit hair. A saucer-sized nipple greeted me as his pectoral stretched. Dad furrowed his brow in concentration and his friendly smile became more lewd as he surveyed his new mass. 

“If you think this is a lot, just wait till next year!”

“N-next year?” I asked.

“I’m already counting down the days. Nine feet tall and 1,200 lbs is nice, but you really don’t think I’m gonna stop now, do ya?”

With both arms flexed, he grunted, almost growled. His manhood stirred and began pulling his sweatpants down. Suddenly, a timer went off.

“Looks like dinner’s ready,” said Dad. “Hope you’re half as famished as me.”

Dad had made enough food to feed an army. At the opposite end of the table, I watched him go through ten turkeys like they were chicken wings. He ate sweet potatoes two at a time and guzzled gallons of milk. A bottle of Jack Daniels was just a shot to him now. His roid gut swelled and swelled until it ground against the table. Between mouthfuls, Dad explained his body wasn’t the only thing changing. His beloved weight room was nothing more than child’s play. Over the next month, his construction buddies would be ripping out half the house to build the most legendary gym on earth. 

“It shouldn’t be hard to get the permits. A strapping lad at city hall owes me a favor.” He chuckled coyly before sucking a whole turkey leg clean. “Course, I’ll leave a section for you. You’re always welcome to lift in my gym, even if I’m not there.”

“I know, Dad.” I muttered, my cock already hard once more.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the gains you’ve made. Your pecs and delts, especially.”

He chuckled as I blushed.

“If you want, we can work out together as father and son. Busy tonight?”

I nearly choked on my turkey fillet. 

“I...I’d love to but...got a lot of homework. Finals are coming up.”

Dad looked disappointed, but nodded his head.

“The offer always stands. You’re bigger than I was a 16. Can’t wait to see you blow up into a giant like your old man.”

I awkwardly excused myself, saying my aching head was making me dizzy. Once I was behind closed doors, I beat off until midnight. There’s no way he’s gonna stop, I thought. It’s so important to him to grow.  Next year he might be twice his current size. No, bigger. His gains were exponential. How would he feed himself? Could he keep growing forever? It didn’t matter. He needed it and so did I. 

 

The next months were torture. I couldn’t keep my erection down in Dad’s presence. Just the smell of him or one of his grunt’s would set me off. Dad must have noticed, but he kept quiet. He ate constantly to maintain his mass. Moving van’s worth of protein were arriving daily, not to mention the bulldozers and cranes that demolished half our house. The pool, most of the yard, and half our garage disappeared into the gym. Heavily muscled workers poured enough cement to launch a space shuttle off of. All of these construction workers, without fail, had sleeve-splitting arms, tight jeans, and barrel chests. Steve, the foreman was a good 6’4” and 350 lbs. There was definitely something between him and Dad. Between Dad and all of them really, but especially Steve. 

A dozer’s engine had died in the middle of a project. There wasn’t enough room for another machine to come in and drag it out. Frustrated, Dad marched over, squatted down, and lifted the entire back end! His feet dug deep into the earth as he dragged it along. Muscles flexed, shredding his tank top like he was The Incredible Hulk. His quads split the seams of his shorts. He ground his teeth and snarled, sweat pouring down his tremendous body. He tugged it uphill to our driveway and a great tremor ripped through the ground as he set it down. Everyone cheered, but Steve ordered them back to work. 

He and Dad looked each other over and from my bedroom window I watched the smaller man run his hands over Dad’s freakish muscles, glistening in the sun. The foreman was worshiping him, caressing his voluminous arms and his furry chest before his fingers ran down that eight-pack and onto Dad’s crotch. What came from Dad’s throat was almost a rumble. Kneeling down, he crushed Steve into a hug and guided his face into a kiss. I’d seen such kisses between men in porn, but this was another level entirely. This was primal, animalistic. Dad looked to be swallowing half Steve’s face, but Steve gave as good as he got. They could have been fighting the way their bodies slapped together. Dad ended the kiss suddenly and whispered into Steve’s ear. They chuckled and went into his bedroom. For the next two hours, the walls rattled.

 

The moment the gym was finished Dad never seemed to leave it. Even with the reinforced foundation and walls, I could feel the house rumble after every set. I’m sure half the neighborhood felt it, too. The serum was still in his veins and he tried to take advantage of every drop with daylong, grueling workouts, emerging only for food and sleep. In three months, he’d grown 100 pounds and showed no signs of slowing. Every room was filled with his smell. It was strongest by the staircase that led down into the gym, which I imagined to be the lair to a hulking Frakenstein’s monster or a muscle-bound werewolf. The hairy, snarling goliath that was my Dad. Needless-to-say, I was constantly hard. When he passed by, the sight of his glistening, sweaty muscles never failed to get me preing. I couldn’t take much more of it, but I didn’t know how to talk to him. How do you tell your own father that you think of him as you beat off three times a day? That you fantasize about his broadening shoulders, his globe-sized asscheeks, and his oak tree thick arms pulling you close?

I couldn’t concentrate at school. My grades dropped. I hardly saw my friends. When I closed my eyes to sleep, all I saw was my Dad flexing before the mirror. 

The breaking point came when I was browsing my favorite forum, most of it devoted to bodybuilding but also muscle worship and hook-ups. One post was getting an insane amount of attention. A bodybuilder’s cam session had leaked. Normally, it was $50 just to get on his streams, more if you wanted a shout out, some dirty talk with your name, or a special request like a crushed watermelon between his thighs or a naked workout. Hundreds of stills were passed around like trading cards. You’ve already guessed who it is. No other man on earth had that massive a physique, no mortal has such ridiculous proportions.

My blood turned to ice water as I recognized his chiseled, bearded face licking his own bicep, but my erection compelled me to download the video. Dad had set up a studio in his gym - I recognized the new equipment that had been installed by cranes. Dozens of lights illuminated his rippling body, with three cameras recorded in such sharp definition I could make out every hair on his chest and every vein on his forearm. It began with him in a strained tank that was more like a crop top and a pair of gym shorts that barely contained his burgeoning manhood. He wore the ball cap of his favorite football team. A coach’s whistle hung around his bullish neck but was nearly lost in his forest of chest hair. 

“Welcome back, boys,” he boomed in his thunderous baritone. “Your big, bad coach has packed on so much mass since last season and you squirts had better be prepared to gain just as much muscle if you wanna get on my team. Now lemme show you how a real man trains!”

Frankly, his acting was horrendous, but no one was focused on that. There was so much more to fixate on. Dad glanced at the chat, where someone had donated $200 to get him to flex out of his shirt.

“Awww, so soon. Well, I guess these hulk pecs of mine have been confined long enough.”

My hand subconsciously reached into my pants as I watched him forcing his massive arms into a most muscular pose. His traps rose as he crouched down and glowered at the camera like the Incredible Hulk. With a bone-chilling roar, he flexed and his pecs burst through the cotton like it was wet tissue paper. Ribbons of fabric flew as the straps popped over his burly shoulders. By the time they hit the ground, I was jerking wildly. Dad shredded the remnants from his chiseled core and pulled the camera in close to those slabs of beef bouncing, rising to meet his lantern jaw. His heavy breathing almost overwhelmed the mic as the camera drifted to a plump saucer-sized nipple, which he pinched and flicked, playing up the guttural moans. 

I’d already sprayed my shorts by the time he grabbed a barbell thicker than my arm and bent it into a pretzel. Still hard, I tore off my soiled clothes and kept pumping as I watched Dad wrap links of towing chains around his relaxed bicep and with a mere flex, break it into pieces. The metal links clinked on the concrete. Dad did the same with his chest and his quads. 

“You like that, boys?” he guffawed. “Mere child’s play. Let’s get to the main event.”

My jaw dropped as Dad slowly, teasingly, pulled his shorts down and quads wider than my own torso came into view. A tattered, sweat-stained jockstrap could only hide the lower half of his manhood - no, his godhood. A jungle of pubes spilled out over the elastic bands. Dad only had a semi, but I swear I could see the finger-thick veins throb as they snaked along his anaconda to the melon-sized head. Pre dripped through the cotton, splattering noisily on the cement floor. Two enormous hands fondled his growing bulge, jostling it, pushing it toward the camera as he groaned like a ship in a gale. Spinning around, he showed off his backside, the thin elastic straps framing his gargantuan ass, his back resembling two mountain ranges crashing together. 

I bathed my naked torso in load after load as I watched Dad rack up plate after plate after plate for a deadlift. Ten plates on each side. I can only imagine what that bar was made of. But no, it wasn’t for a deadlift. Dad was curling it! I gasped as his biceps nearly erupted, the delts and forearms ready to explode, the veins popping out like a roadmap. Three sets later, he hoisted it over his head and started tricep extensions. I couldn’t believe it. Sweat trickled from his furry pits down his cut obliques and onto his throbbing bulge. His member was comically bent, the head still held back in his jock, but just barely. With his final rep, the beast burst free, sending his jock and a pint of pre flying. I cursed as I stared at my own dad’s penis: a foot wide, four long leviathan, oozing pre onto the floor. This was no silicone job. This was a marble column. An ancient redwood. A work of art and a force of nature. The entire length bobbed up and down, obscuring Dad’s abs and part of his chest. Carefully lowering the bar, he chuckled and grabbed himself. 

“Not yet. Workout first. You don’t build a body like this jerking off all day.”

A montage of workouts followed: his pecs eclipsing his snarling face as he bench pressed a dozen tons over his head, pull ups with what could be my entire high school gym chained from his waist, cable flies with train engines. Through it all, his cock never shrunk an inch. My erection ached from the dry orgasms I’d forced on it. I was exhausted, not prepared for what happened next. At last Dad relented and began jerking himself off. His barrel-sized balls swung back and forth as he used both hands to milk his cock. He collected a few good spurts of cum on his sausage-sized fingers, bent over with his ass to the camera, lifted a foot up on the bench, reached around, and dug his digits into his hairy hole. Even a hand as big as his, bigger than a hubcap, was buried in those swollen cheeks. Between his legs swung his pendulous sack. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “It takes a lot to please a giant like me. A giant ass demands a giant cock!”

He reached out of frame and pulled out the biggest dildo I’d ever seen. It wasn’t quite as huge as his own member, but it wasn’t far behind. It had to be a custom job. There was no way anyone could take something bigger than a man’s leg, but then this was no ordinary man. This was a 9-foot-tall, 1,300 colossus, the epitome of manliness, a beast who sweated testosterone: my Dad. 

All my aching cock could do was bob up and down as Dad clamped the dildo to the floor, straddled it, and slowly sat down. His burly legs clenched as his hungry ass swallowed the knob, his toes curled as he lodged foot after foot of silicone inside his chute, and finally his sweaty ass and balls slapped on the cold concrete as he buried every last inch inside him. Dad bellowed in triumph and even with his back turned, I could see the puddle of his pre spreading across the floor. He gradually stood, looking like he was in the middle of a squat, the lobes of his glutes bulging as he rose. His ring bulged as the dildo’s head started to pull through, but he suddenly sat down with a grunt. Another camera showed a bulge in his belly. It extended to the top of his abs. He rubbed it slowly as he sat up and down on his new toy. 

Through his clenched teeth, I heard him cry, “Moooore!”

Biting his lip, Dad sat down hard, his bare ass producing a wet thud on the cool floor. His great shoulders hunched, his triceps rippled, and he growled, probably milking his drooling cock. I can’t recall how long he kept this up but it felt like hours. The chat was going wild.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!” someone said.

“Work that ass, big guy! Crush that dildo like a twig!” said another.

Between the huffing and the groaning, he sounded like a rodeo bull. He was getting close. Faster and faster he squatted up and down on the toy, until his 1,300 body broke the cement with every impact of his massive glutes. A little crack spread, then a fissure, and then a whole spider’s web and an indent. Finally, he climaxed. Standing up one more time, his clenched ass looking like two prizewinning pumpkins, he pulled the dildo right off the floor with a huge chunk of concrete still on the suction cup. Dad roared. Falling back, he writhed on the ground, his gorilla hands jerking his cock fast enough to make them a blur. Every muscle, every sinew in that tremendous physique flexed all at once as a thick, hot rope of seed rocketed to the ceiling. Rope after rope splattered down onto him, painting him white until a load hit the camera and the stream abruptly ended.

To be continued...

[Tjdonger]

I’m not sure why I’m having an issue seeing the text? Shows as white space....no story. 

[TonnyGiant]

44 minutes ago, Tjdonger said:

Não tenho certeza por que estou tendo problemas para ver o texto. Mostra como um espaço em branco ... nenhuma história. 

It also happened here with me.  So I changed the reading mode of the site to dark and then the story appeared.  

 

And what an incredible story!  Please continue to post more.  I want to know if Father Hulk's son or boyfriend will grow up.☺

[Tjdonger]

Yep, that worked. Thanks! Great story. 

[neverbigenoughmuscle]

Amazing chapter! Can’t wait to see how big dad grows and how much the son gets to enjoy it!

[SamuelBarbado]

Please continue writing!