Daddy-O (Part 1)

[muscle theft]

Even with the covers over his head, Ford could hear splashing out in the pool. He glanced at the clock and groaned. 9:30 was too early for there to be activity in his house on a Saturday, especially with a head pulsing as hard as Ford’s was, but with his son home from college for the summer, along with his son’s friend, there would be noise in his house no matter what he wanted. He cringed when he saw the rocks glass lined with brown residue on his nightstand, evidence of the drink that finally put him to bed.

He shouldn’t drink when he was alone and depressed, he reminded himself. “Maybe I could drink with the boys,” he said as he shuffled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He checked his phone: no missed calls, no text messages. At the very least, he hadn’t SENT any messages or MADE any calls the night before.

Ford drank his smoothie directly from the blender pitcher. He knew he should head into his home gym and sweat off this vicious hangover. His son, Dwight, had mentioned that he had picked up weightlifting (a fact that delighted his dad!). Maybe he could start a father/son lifting thing?

Ford peeked out the kitchen door to the poolside deck. Dwight’s friend, Collin, was swimming laps by himself. Ford couldn’t help his lingering gaze; sure, Collin was only 21, but his body was lean and ripped. He was a little guy, barely 5’4” and looked no heavier than Ford’s beefy left leg, but something about him gave Ford the tingles. “Fuck, I’m horny,” he grumbled. This was the life of the newly-single gay man, he reminded himself. “Horny for a 21 year old,” he said, shaking his head. “Get your shit together, Ford.”

He lit up as a message flashed on his phone. Maybe it was Alex–no, it was Dwight. “Meeting with a guy about an internship. Will be out all day. Don’t let Collin get too bored!”

Ford licked his lips. “Jesus christ, this has all the trappings of a cheap porn,” he said with a chuckle. He glanced outside at Collin, who had climbed out of the pool and was toweling the water from his curly blonde hair. Ford burped up a little bit of the last night’s scotch–no, bourbon… no, both. He cringed, realizing he may not have woken up entirely sober. He ran his fingers through his salt-and-pepper mustache and headed to his bedroom with an idea.

“Hey, Collin,” Ford said, strutting out on the deck wearing only a bright orange speedo on his broad, muscular body. He carried two cans of IPA, offering Collin (whose eyes were wide at the heavily muscled fifty-year old strutting toward him) one of them. “Dwight told me to make sure you weren’t bored?”

Collin quietly took the can of beer, laughing nervously. Good god, the guy’s body was lean as a filet, but he was so damned slender! Ford felt like he could break at him by looking at him the wrong way. “Uh, Mr. Silvestri, is that your bathing suit?” he said, his eyes seeming to dart around, trying to avoid staring at Ford’s prominent bulge.

“Ha! Nah, this thing,” he said, snapping the skimpy strap against his hip. “I used to wear this back when I was a competitive bodybuilder. Couldn’t find a clean bathing suit so I figured it would work, since it’s just us guys out here.”

Collin sipped the beer and smirked. “Summertime, hunh?” he said. “Wow, Mr. Silvestri—”

“First thing,” Ford said, clinking his beer can against Collin’s. “If you’re gonna be staying at my house all summer, you get to call me Ford.”

Collin nodded. “Well, uh… Ford, I was just gonna say you’re… pretty damned big!”

Ford smiled and glanced down at his broad, beefy body. He made his pecs bounce, and glanced up to make sure Collin had seen it. “Yeah, lifetime of weightlifting, y’know? I don’t think I could drop weight if I wanted to.”

“Do you still compete?”

Ford chuckled. He slapped a hand against his firm abdomen. His abs were still visible, though his belly bowed out. He gave the softness of his muscle-gut a slap, sinking his hand into its softness with a smile. “Nah. I eat burgers and stuff nowadays, which is nice. The diet’s a bitch, y’know? Speaking of which… how about we bust out the grill later?”

Collin glanced at his beer, then up at Ford. “Mr. Silvestri–”

“Buddy, I told you! Call me Ford.”

“Dwight told me you just broke up with your boyfriend.”

Ford opened his mouth to retort, but the surprise of the comment deflated him. He exhaled and looked away. “Yeah, yeah, it’s a bitch. But no big deal. Guy looking like I do, I’ll have another guy along in no time…”

Collin smiled. “I wouldn’t have thought I was your type,” he said with a wink.

Ford smiled. That didn’t take long. “Well, you’re cute,” he said, reaching out and sweeping Collin’s hair back with his big hand. “You may be a third of my age–”

“I’m 22!” Collin protested, blushing.

“Well, almost half my age, then,” he said. “But y’know, like I said before… Dwight said for me to keep you busy, right?”

And with that, big, burly Ford Silvestri reached out and pulled his son’s best friend into his arms. Collin’s body was narrow but dense, his skin still cool from his recent swim. Collin reached in and kissed Ford. The bigger man pulled Collin toward him and flexed his pecs, pulling Collin into their rock-solid mass.

Their dicks were both rock-hard, each of them pitching his own tent. Ford’s dick looked about twice as big as Collin’s, a fact he savored as they rubbed their cocks together. Collin’s hands starting searching along Ford’s muscles, gripping his wide lats, letting his fingers dig into his rippling back muscles… Collin pulled away for a moment and smirked. “Your mustache… I like it.”

“Yeah?” Ford said with a wink. He reached forward and tugged Collin’s swimsuit down with a finger. Collin leaned in to kiss him again.

Ford sat down on one of the deck chairs, pulling Collin into his lap. There was a strong smell coming off Collin’s skin: coconut, and something stronger… something chemical. “You wearing cologne?” Ford said as the strong scent seemed to invade his sinuses. His lungs felt cool, like he’d breathed in medication.

Collin’s grin grew. “Nope,” he said, wrapping his hands around Ford’s big biceps, giving them a squeeze.

“That… feels good…” Ford said, flexing his arms and making his pec dance for Collin’s enjoyment. “I–”

Before he could finish his sentence, a tension passed through Ford’s body. His muscles suddenly contracted and his jaw slammed shut. He winced as Collin’s gentle squeezes seemed to grow stronger. The slender fingers seemed to be crushing his arms somehow. A moment later, Collin’s relatively light weight suddenly grew to crush Ford’s legs. The older man let out a bellow as he looked down to see his whole body collapsing in on itself: his arms, legs, chest and back all shrank down until the muscles were nearly all gone. His limbs stumped down in an instant.

Meanwhile, Collin’s blew up like he was in a commercial for whey protein. His lean swimmer’s build inflated with muscles as his arms and legs sprouted out. Even his delicate neck thickened until it seemed to swallow his head, merging with two traps that rose like bread dough on either side of it.

“Get OFF!” Ford shouted, trying to push the younger man off him. Collin’s body didn’t budge, no matter how hard Ford struggled. After watching Ford’s suffering with a look of amusement, Collin finally rose to his feet. As soon as he stood upright, his stretched-to-its-limit speedo snapped. A huge cock sprang forth, swinging between two powerful muscular legs.

“What… what… how…” Ford couldn’t form a single sentence as he rubbed his aching–dammit, these weren’t legs… they were twigs! He stared at his body as if he were seeing it for the first time. He’d never been this scrawny in his life! It was as if all the muscles in his body had been vacuumed out, and put into… “You… you stole my muscles!” He leapt to his feet, his trunks sliding down his scrawny legs, revealing a tiny nub where his big cock used to be.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Silvestri,” Collin said, easily shoving Ford back into his chair. Collins started to inspect his new form, flexing each arm, punching the flexed muscles, then moving on to his pecs and legs, hitting each with a brawny fist to test its new density. “Holy shit, this is… wow!”

Ford felt incredibly woozy, his head lolling back and forth without his control. “Oh, I’m gonna be… sick…” he said, falling to his hands and knees and crawling to the pool.

“I’m guessing that you have as much booze in your body now as you did when you were big,” Collin said, placing a massive hand on Ford’s tiny back. What was probably meant to feel like a gentle rub felt, to Ford, like a crushing amount of pressure. “Y’know, if you’re going to be sick, don’t do it in the pool,” Collin said, easily plucking Ford from the deck with two hands wrapped around his waist. Ford groaned as he realized how easily the younger man was hoisting him around. Slung over Collin’s shoulder, he thought he might throw up again, although he couldn’t complain about the feeling of Collin’s massive shoulder under his gut.

Inside, Ford wobbled unsteadily toward the bathroom as Collin followed behind. Each of Collin’s footsteps was like two of Ford’s. The older man barely made it to the toilet before puking up his morning smoothie. As he rose, he leaned over to the sink, shocked that it came up to his chest. He rinsed out his mouth and turned to find himself eye-to-nipple with a wall of well-developed muscles. Collin’s face, now blocky and angular with the muscle that had filled it out, smirked down at him. Ford couldn’t believe his own face, so dainty and soft now with a button nose (although his mustache had remained the same size, just huge now on his littler head).

“This isn’t possible,” Ford groaned. Collin reached down and put his beefy hands under Ford’s armpits, yanking him off the ground. A few steps away, Ford found himself tossed on his own bed. The California King now looked absolutely massive to him. As Collin’s big body flopped in, the impact launched Ford a foot into the air.

“Calm down,” Collin said. “This is just a temporary thing.”

“You… you know what this is?” Ford said as Collin climbed atop him as if he were about to do a pushup. He lowered himself down slowly. As his big, round muscles crushed Ford, Collin kissed him, then pressed away. He counted each rep after the kiss. Ford felt violated, still nauseous, and totally disoriented, but something about this gigantic man fawning over him like this… felt good.

“You’re so… damned… cute like this…” Collin said. He lowered himself down, swallowing up Ford’s little cock and balls with ease. Collin’s tongue felt massive as he lapped at them, slurping and teasing as Ford’s skinny body writhed and shivered.

“OH, jesus,” Ford moaned. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, one of Collin’s fat fingers slid between his cheeks, teasing his hole. Ford’s whole body went rigid, his back arched. Collin started to wiggle the finger, gently easing it in. Ford couldn’t take it; he fired off what felt like an enormous load into Collin’s mouth. The big man came up and kissed Ford, spitting it back. Ford could tell that he hadn’t shot very much. He still gulped it down without thinking.

As Ford lay in bed, exhausted and still massively drunk, Collin rose to his feet and stomped out of the room. He returned moments later, his half-hard cock bobbing in front of him, with his phone out.

“Hey Dwight?” he said. “Change in plans, bro. Turns out phase 2 of our plan got bumped up early.” Collin noticed the look of shock on Ford’s face and stuck out a tongue and winked. “Hey, man, it’s not my fault! Your dad got a little… well, the way you said he was.” Ford weakly climbed to his feet but Collin gave him a push, knocking him back to the bed. “Yep, fucking huge,” he said, flexing his arm and surveying its size again. “Feels incredible. I’m as wide as doorframes. Weird about my voice staying the same though, right? His didn’t change either. I thought mine would get deeper. Oh well.”

Collin had started rifling through Ford’s dresser drawers as he talked, pausing when he got to the bottom drawer. His eyes went wide at what he found.

“Look, we’ll figure you out,” Collin said. “Just get home. I’d imagine your dad’s going to need some explanation and it’d be better coming from his son than me.” He hung up the phone and flopped his big body down on the bed again, pinning Ford in place. “Kiss me again, daddy.”

“You… you better tell me what you did to me, right now!” he said. Collin leaned forward and pressed his pecs down on Ford’s face, flexing them so hard Ford felt himself locked between them.

“Oh—oh! Your mustache! Tickles…” Collin chuckled. He finally released poor Ford and backed away. “Anyway, short version is this: we have a formula that lets us move mass from one body to another. It was untested, of course–until a little bit ago, that is.”

“When does it wear off?” Ford said, his vision still blurry from booze. He felt the room starting to spin. Collin’s strong hands slid up his skinny legs.

“What part of ‘untested’ is unclear to you?” Collin said. “We stole it from the lab Dwight interns at.” Ford heard a soft metallic tinkling. It sounded familiar. “He was going to use it first. I think he’s kind of pissed I got big before he did.” Ford felt cold metal against his little dick. He gasped as he felt a chastity device locking around what remained of his manhood. “THERE we go! You fit perfect in that little thing!”

Ford scooted away from Collin, pulling back the covers. The cock-lock he’d been saving was now secured on his own diminutive member. He tugged at it gently, knowing it wasn’t going anywhere until Collin removed it. He reached from the keys but Collin just raised a massive arm. “Nope. Sorry, daddy. You’re staying locked for the time being. MAYBE, if you’re good, we can negotiate.” He stomped out of the room with the keys, presumably to hide them.

Ford climbed to his feet, feeling the alcohol’s intensifying effects. He picked up his phone and dialed Alex’s number. What the hell was he going to say? He barely recognized the small, feminine looking little twink in the mirror. He was living out a science-fiction scenario and he had no idea how to explain it to someone who couldn’t see it.

“Alex? Babe?” he said as his ex-boyfriend’s voicemail suddenly beeped. “I… need help. Please. You have to know I wouldn’t call if I didn’t…” The room seemed to tilt to one side. He put one hand on the bureau to steady himself. “Just come over. Please. I need you.”

A strong hand yanked his phone away, holding it up high. Collin hung up the phone, then put it on top of the bureau, high away from Ford’s reach. “Who are you calling, Daddy?” he said with a wink. “You don’t want anyone to see what a little runt you are now, do you?”

Ford swung a sloppy haymaker. Collin easily swiped it aside, catching Ford before he toppled to the ground. “Aw, Daddy, why don’t you lie down? You look tired.”

Collin tossed him on the bed, then turned around and squatted over him. Collin’s massive glutes, now smelling strongly of manly sweat, came down on his face. His velvety balls rested on Ford’s eyes for a moment just before the huge muscular ass came crashing down on his face.

“Now, Mr. Silvestri, your son is probably going to need an explanation as to why you were trying to fuck his friend,” Collin said as Ford struggled to breathe from inside Collin’s crack. “It IS shady behavior. I mean, if I hadn’t shrunk you down and taken all that pretty muscle for myself, would you have tried locking up MY dick?”

Ford couldn’t respond. He could barely listen. He struggled in vain against Collin’s body, which felt like warm granite and was just as immovable.

“Just tell me you’re sorry for trying to put me in a position that would upset my friend–your son–and we’ll be all good. Okay? Nice and loud, or I won’t be able to hear you through this big meaty ass of mine.”

Ford screamed into the thick beef atop his face, but couldn’t express an audible word.

“C’mon, Mr. Silvestri. Don’t be one of those scummy older musclegays. You don’t want Dwight finding out his daddy is a fuckboy, do you?”

Ford’s flailing grew weaker. The alcohol and his lack of oxygen was getting to him. Everything went grey as Collin’s laughing sounded like it came from the other end of a large tunnel.

[to be continued]