Daddy's Dildo Pt. 04

I looked on in curiosity as the veins in Rich's neck started to bulge. He lifted his arms just as John readjusted his grasp on the toy. But Rich was prepared. He let out another roar before clenching his cheeks. No matter how much bigger and stronger his father was, Rich wasn't going to give up the dildo that easily. 

Rich's voice echoed across the room, loud enough to rattle the walls. I shot up to my knees, fists clenched by my sides as I watched his face turn an ugly shade of red. 

"Rich!" I cried.

He looked back at me, tears and sweat streaming down his face. His roar deepened-- then suddenly he slumped to the floor in a heap. 

John snarled in disgust as he looked down at his own son. "I guess your Father's day gift turned out to be useful after all." 

A squeal escaped my lips as I watched John roll Rich over by kicking him with his foot. He wanted his son looking up at him as he lifted both arms in the air. 

"This is what a real man should look like," John growled. I watched his cheeks puff as he forced his breath out. He flexed his arms harder, spit forming on his lips as his biceps rose into two massive, powerful peaks. John could barely see Rich over his monstrous pecs and I could tell this seemed to amuse him even more as his cock started to drool.

My body trembled as John turned his gaze towards me. 

"You fucked up when you stole that thing from my drawer," John smirked as he moved forward. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to touch things that aren't yours?" 

His deep voice boomed as he crouched down in front of me. I shuddered as his hands moved down my sides. They were so big, they could almost completely encircle my waist. 

I tried to look over John's shoulder, to get a look at Rich. His eyes seemed glazed over, but I saw his fingers twitch as his hand slid across the floor in my direction. John's own eyes narrowed as he followed my gaze.

"Don't look at that pathetic worm! Look at me. Look at your Daddy!" He roared. He flexed his giant arm in my face, blocking Rich from my view. 

I couldn't help it. Maybe I was just a little bit of muscle slut deep down inside. I bit down on my lower lip, trying to stifle a gasp. The muscle was at least the same size as my head. Maybe bigger.

"Lick it."  

I didn't obey at first which made John move in towards me and snarl. My eyes snapped up towards him. There was so much lust, so much hunger in his gaze.

"I think we both know how little choice you have now," he laughed. "You made me too big. Too fucking powerful. But I think that's exactly what you wanted."

His long, thick fingers suddenly reached out and tweaked one of my nipples. I arched my back as I groaned. 

"I'm right, aren't I?" He hummed as his head leaned closer. "You wanted to make Daddy this big." His tongue flicked my nipple. My traitorous body gushed as I started to pant. "Such a greedy baby girl." 

John's giant hand pushed me back onto the bed as his muscular thigh wedged itself between my legs. I shivered as his hands ran along the smooth skin of my inner thighs, his tongue trailing slowly behind. With just one of those monstrous hands, he roughly gripped my entire sex.  

"This is mine now," he growled.

My mind went entirely blank as John pleasured me with his hands. While one hand teased my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb-- his other was hell bent on making my entrance as wet and ready as possible.

I gasped and squirmed on the bed, trying to get away. But John would always grab me by the hip and pull me right back. Eventually he grabbed both of my hands and pinned me down. My god, he was just so big. I was helpless. There was no resisting the large muscular beast between my legs. He was like a goddamn mountain.

My pleasure only mounted as John added a second finger and then a third. It was then that I could feel John's own impossible length suddenly pulsing across my stomach. He ground it against me, a trail of precum drooling up towards my navel. It felt so hot, so heavy. 

John pulled his fingers from my wet, little cunt then licked them clean. He looked down at me, down at my glistening pussy and then positioned himself against the tiny hole. 

"Oh god," I groaned. My fingers fisted the sheets. His is own dug into my knees. 

John rocked forward and then back, thrusting in a little deeper each time. A smirk formed on his lips as his head rolled against those massive shoulders. "You watchin', boy?" His body gave a mighty shudder as he started to pick up the pace. "You know, when your Mom left me for your highschool wrestling coach, she said I wasn't man enough for her. If only she could get a look at me now. I should probably thank you for that gift," he laughed. "Instead, why don't you orgasm on it and grow your good ole dad a little bigger!"

I could hear movement despite John's laugh and I couldn't deny that something suddenly felt odd. The groans started out soft, but then grew louder and deeper. I could hear the sound of his footfalls-- growing heavier with each step.

John's cock was no longer stretching me to my limits and suddenly I realized I could actually see over his shoulder. I no longer felt that feeling of being 'too full'. No longer felt like I was being pinned down by a gorilla.

"Mom didn't leave because you weren't a man, she left because you're an asshole!" 

John winced-- the bastard actually winced as Rich's fingers dug into his shoulder and spun him around. 

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to touch things that aren't yours?" 

Oh fucking hell yes! My body trembled with delicious shivers at Rich's deepening voice. A smug look tugged at my lips as John's jaw dropped to the ground. Watching him get forced to look up at his son was so incredibly satisfying. 

I couldn't help but lick my lips as Rich started to grow wide and tall. As John began to shrink, my hunky boyfriend was only starting to pack on the beef. The dress shirt that had been tucked into his pants was starting to ride up as his back and chest continued to swell. The fat that had somehow been transforming Rich every time John grew was quickly melting away. 

"Oh god," Rich groaned. For a moment I thought he was in pain as he doubled over. But then he started to laugh. "Ro! Fuck, baby girl! This feels so good!" 

John watched with a horrified expression as his son started to pack on the size that had once been his. Only Rich was growing bigger and at a much faster pace. 

John turned back towards me in a desperate attempt. 

"Get the fuck away from her!" Rich snarled like a beast, quickly gaining the upper hand on his Dad. As he forcefully pulled John away from me, his shirt tore right down the center. While buttons flew and fabric exploded, two meaty, swollen pecs revealed themselves on his chest. Both so much larger and more striated than the ones John had sported just moments ago. 

And it didn't stop there.

Rich continued to pant as his delts exploded in width. His head rolled back and forth across them as his traps grew tall and thick. Each gigantic muscle in his already huge body grew bigger, harder and more defined than the last. John might have destroyed the doorway to get into the room, but Rich looked like he would destroy the entire house just trying to get out.  

He was taller than John, stronger than John. And he couldn't help but lift up and flex his arm just to brag about his new, immense size. "Fuck, just look at how much bigger I am than you!" He roared. "Am I man enough for you now?" 

John snapped. Jealousy clouding his judgment. As he balled up what once was a rather large fist, he aimed for the chin of his much larger son. 

John let out a shriek as Rich easily caught the punch. He adjusted his grasp on his father's hand, but he had no idea the strength he now possessed. With such force in that mighty hand, the bone in John's arm accidentally broke. 

I felt no remorse as he tossed his still shrinking father aside. 

"Rich." I quietly said his name, drawing his attention towards me. His chest heaved slightly as he turned and a thrill shot up my spine. 

He deliberately moved slowly towards me. Letting my vision fill up with more and more of him. Everytime I thought he couldn't possibly get any bigger, the muscle swelled larger-- harder.

The fat around his belly had melted away into a six pack. Obliques feathered out to meet that of the wide overstretch of his lats. His arms would never lay flat again, but judging by the smirk on his face, I don't think he cared.

As he planted himself at the end of the bed, Rich looked down at me and smiled. "Ro, baby, I knew you were always out of my league." He lifted his arms as they continued to swell and expand. "But now, maybe I've leveled the playing field just a bit," he grinned. 

The muscles in his arms surged bigger as he flexed them well beyond freakish. The head split and then nearly doubled in size again! A powerful vein tore across the peak right underneath the skin.

I pushed up onto my knees as I moved closer to the edge of the bed. 

"My curious baby girl," Rich laughed. His growing arm encircled me as he pulled me close up against him. He was so much more gentle than John. So much more caring. 

So much more EVERYTHING.

With my naked body flush against him, I could feel his body still surging bigger. He was starting to lift me up from the bed as his legs turned into monsters. Thicker and more powerful than redwoods. The ridges between the muscles were so deep, my tongue would get lost in them for days.  

I had seen bodybuilders before. I had watched them flex, watched them brag, watched them pose and show off. I had never cared much for calves or glutes or hammies. But goddamn, my own boyfriend now sported the biggest and most defined trifecta of leg muscles on the planet. 

But those still weren't the muscles that excited me most. 

Rich smirked himself as he followed my gaze towards his arm. Much to my delight, he lifted it up and flexed. The vein pulsed and the muscle quivered before it shot up at least another inch or two. 

"I always knew you enjoyed big arms," he teased. His voice was so deep, so sexy. 

I bit down on my lower lip as I looked up at him through hooded eyes. 

"Is there something you want, baby girl?" 

I nodded letting my finger trace the massive vein. "I want to ride you. I need to ride you," I corrected. 

Rich started to climb onto the bed, but I stopped him. Pushing back on that insanely massive chest. "Not your dick."

He gave me a confused look before following my gaze back towards his arm. His lips parted with a handsome smile as his giant hand moved to wrap around my waist. As he took a knee, he plopped my gushing wet pussy right onto his bicep peak.

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Goddamn, you're so big!" My hands, so tiny in comparison to Rich, tried to grip his massive traps. I wrapped my legs around his arm. Fuck. His one fucking arm was bigger around than both my legs! Shit. The bicep head alone was probably thicker than my legs. 

Rich growled deeply as he flexed, pushing that vein up harder against my lips and clit. 

"Oh god yes, Daddy!" My eyes rolled back and for the first time, I didn't move my hands to cover my mouth. 

My eyes shot back open and I immediately searched the room for John. I almost laughed when I found him, cowering in the corner as he gazed up at his enormously sexy son.He looked like something straight out of American Horror Story. 

Saggy flesh and bones, a nub for a dick and haunting eyes-- they were all that remained of the once monstrous John. His tiny body gave a mighty shudder and a dribble of juice appeared to coat his hand.   

Rich glanced towards where I was staring, a smirk tugging his lips at the sight of his father. 

He growled even louder. Flexed even harder. He tore his gaze away from John for a moment as he felt my creamy cunt running down the peak of his muscle. He pulled the arm towards him, his giant tongue lapping at the glistening juice. 

"You taste exquisite my dear." 

As he looked back at John, Rich grabbed my chin and pulled my face towards him. I could smell myself on his beard. Taste myself on his lips. 

"Rich! Oh fuck. Daddy! I'm yours!" This time, I meant it. Every word. "My breasts, my body, my pussy-- they belong to you, Daddy. They always have."

"I know," Rich growled. With a single hand, Rich pulled me off his bicep and tossed me onto John's king sized bed. He swung his leg over, his enormous feet resting on either side. My eyes widened as I realized he was straddling both me and the bed. 

With his massive cock on top of me and his balls resting on my thighs, it occurred to me that he was even bigger than the dildo now.

"The dildo."

Rich reached behind himself, letting out a small grunt as he pulled the toy from his ass. He spared John a quick glance over his massively broad shoulder before snapping the thing in half. 

I reached out, placing a hand that appeared comically small on Rich's ham sized forearm. "Make sure," my eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Make sure he can never use that thing again."

Rich understood the assignment. He crushed both pieces into dust with his powerful hands. 

With the dildo taken care of, Rich leaned forward and placed his hands on the bed. The bed groaned and shuddered in protest. Rich tried to sit back up, but it was too late. The frame snapped and cracked while I simultaneously exhaled and gushed. 

"Maybe-- maybe I'm a little too bi--"

Rich started to blush but I immediately cut him off. 

"Don't you fucking dare," I let out a growl of my own. "Don't you dare deny your little fucktoy." 

I grabbed Rich's cock and began stroking and kissing the tip. "Feel this pussy," I moaned. I placed his cock at my entrance, teasing myself as I coated the huge head with my cream. "It's so wet for you."  

"Oh god, Ro," Rich shuddered. I was running my nails up and down those massive veins. "If you think you can take it-- I need you. I fucking need to be inside of you." 

The bed further cracked as Rich pushed back up to align himself better. He looked concerned but I just gave him one of my dazzling smiles. 

"You saw the size of that dildo," I purred. 

Rich nodded and then slowly and carefully started to push the head in. 

"Don't stop," I hissed. But Rich was nothing like his father. He was agonizingly slow as he continued to push himself inside me. I let out a loud moan-- my juices drenching his monstrous rod. 

Rich leaned down, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead. "God you're so beautiful. How'd I get so lucky?"

"You're the biggest fucking monster in the world," I moaned. "You're so fucking powerful, you broke the bed and demolished that dildo with your bare hands. I'm the lucky one. You're fucking hot as fuck!"

Rich drove his cock in a little deeper. Working himself and my vagina till we both let out gasps and moans. 

"Deeper," I encouraged. I knew that half his cock was still outside of me yet. He pulled out and drove back in. Debris from the bed falling as it cracked a little more. 

Suddenly I felt Rich wrap one of his arms around my back. With his cock still buried inside me, he lifted me to his chest. A large, powerful hand dug into the flesh around my waist as he started moving me up and down.

"Oh shit! You fucking monster!"

Rich was using me like a fleshlight. 

"Fuck yes, I feel so fucking powerful," Rich roared. He was stroking himself with my pussy even faster now. Pulling completely all the way out before slamming me back down to the balls. 

"You are powerful, baby. You're the fucking biggest and strongest man on the planet." 

With one hand on his chest, I placed my other hand on my own. I was about to start playing and tugging on my own nipples when suddenly Rich let out a growl. 

"Those belong to Daddy."

His voice was so deep, my clit throbbed and my pussy clenched around him. Suddenly he leaned forward, his hot tongue swirling around the sensitive tips. 

I couldn't stop the shudder, just like Rich couldn't stop the cum from rushing up his enormous cock and exploding inside me. 

"Cum for me Ro! Cum with me!" 

The moment I felt the warm flood of his spunk filling my insides, I began to scream and spasm.  

"Fuck yes! Fuck! Cum for your Daddy!" He yelled. 

After what felt like an eternity, Rich collapsed onto the remains of the bed. He pulled himself out from inside me as his massive arms wrapped around his tiny baby girl. With my head on his chest I idly drew circles across him. 

"Rich? Where did you get that dildo?" I gently asked. My hand casually dropped lower, caressing his soft but still very giant cock. "Is there--" I paused, blushing at the thought. "Is there one that could possibly grow you bigger?"

Rich's cock twitched in my grasp.