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Mr. Barson goes to College Part 01
🕑 Added 2019-02-03 21:31:45 +0000 UTC[Sorry I'm taking a bit of a break from And then they were bigger. I feel like I'm just rushing the story and don't know where it's going. Hopefully this is okay. I'll try to get the rest done soon.]
Stretching my arms to the sky I slowly awoke from my slumber. For those brief few seconds everything about my life seemed to not make any sense. However as I lowered my legs onto the floor next to me it all started to make sense again. I shook the fogginess out of my head and forced myself out of the bed. “Damn… What I night…” I said to myself. Something about last night’s workout must have really thrown my system out of whack.
“ADAM!” I heard Dan call for me. “Breakfast is ready!”
“Coming!” I shouted back. However I always had to do a few flexes in the mirror before I headed down for breakfast. The old white sleeveless shirt I wore may have been stretched out but that just meant it stretched over every part of my body even better. And flexing was such a good way to get the blood flowing in the morning as it pumped more and was an excellent way to start the morning. However I felt my dick get hard and start poking out of the bottom of the gray shorts I was wearing. “Shit…” I groaned trying to redirect the blood again.
Dad was already eating while Dan continued to cook. For some reason as I looked at him I almost called him Mr. Barson. It was so weird. He’s been my dad for the last 18 years and I almost felt like he was a stranger. ‘Must be the suit…’ I looked at him shoved into his black pants and coat with a nice button down to tie it all together. He was the only guy I knew who was bigger than me and that was saying something. Every piece of clothing he wore had to be custom made to fit his insanely wide shoulders, thick chest and thin waist.
“You’re up,” he smiled over his phone as he looked at me. “Ready for your first day of college?”
“Yeah…” my hand went to rub the back of my neck still a little uncomfortable with the idea of leaving high school and going to college. “I guess…”
“Course you are!” Dan said excitedly. “You’ve been planning this for years.” He set down the large breakfast in front of me.
“I guess…” I said still a weary of the idea of going somewhere new. It’s not like I couldn’t meet new people, it was just everything was going to change.
“Course you are,” Dad intervened. “You’re a Barson. Built through and through.”
“Well yeah…”
“Nothing’s gonna stand in your way!” he boomed. “College is just the next step!”
“I guess…”
“That’s why I’m going with you to orientation today!” he finished.
Dad looked over at me waiting to see my expression. It wasn’t good. “Yeah?” I managed to get out but it didn’t save any face. “You want to go to orientation today?” I could see his face dropping a little as I asked the second question. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” he tried to keep his normal positive attitude. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Uhhh…. I don’t know… Don’t you have a business meeting today? Isn’t that why you dressed up?” I asked.
He let out a bellow of a laugh. “Of course not buddy. I wanted to dress to impress. College is supposed to be the next big step. Where boys become men. And all that.”
“But… You want to go?” I asked.
“Of course! It’ll be just like your first day in kindergarten, but hopefully no one tries climbing all over me again…” An image some college student climbing onto dad’s thick arms ran through my mind. He probably could get about four or five of them over his shoulders if he really wanted to. A smile crept onto my face. “See it’ll be fun,” he smiled back.
“Ok…” I finally agreed. “If you really want to go. Is Dan going to come too?”
“No, I’ve got too much to do around here. But you two can have fun. Tell me all about it when you get back,” he said.
Dad slammed his hands onto the table. “So it’s settled!”
“I guess. Orientation is at ten. But I think we need to get there a little early to get my parking pass. I’m going to go get dressed and then we can start off,” I said.
“Sounds like a plan!” Dad looked like he was going to flip the table if he waited any longer. “I’m so excited Dan. I’ve always wanted to see my son off to college.” I heard him say as I headed back to his room. Dan tried to calm him down but at the moment nothing seemed to do the trick.
As I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled up my shorts I couldn’t help but look around my room a little. For some reason everything seemed so different. Like it didn’t make sense. But as I saw the football, wrestling and cross country trophies lining the walls all the memories started flooding back to me. I could remember how I threw a perfect pass to Rodney Banks right as the buzzer was about to call the game. Or how I almost went undefeated in wrestling matches. Or senior year when I did because no one wanted to step into the ring with me. So many people were so intimidated by me just sitting there that our school’s win record went up by 20%.
I headed back to the front door with the folder of today’s activities in hand. “Ready?” I asked.
“Ready,” dad said firmly. He was still biting back his excitement but at least his leg had stopped jittering. We hopped into his jeep and headed for the campus. He parked in the parking garage and we headed towards the safety office. “It’s emptier than I thought it’d be…”
“It’s just cause we’re still really early. C’mon I think it’s in here,” there was a short line leading into a small office attached to the garage. The few people in front of us quickly got their passes and left; each one eyeing me and my dad skeptically. We always had a way of leaving an impression on people, especially when we were together.
“Next!” the security guard called and we stuffed ourselves into the small room with a thin pain of glass separating the two of us. “Damn…” his mouth hung open as his eyes traveled up our bodies to meet our eyes. “I mean… Fuck… Damn it. I mean, sorry. What can I do for you guys?”
“Is this where I can get a parking pass?” I stepped forward gaining his attention again.
“Yeah…” he stumbled through the files on his desk, messing them up. “I mean yes. Yes. Let me just get some of the paperwork.” He fumbled through the files again grabbing out two forms for the parking passes. “Just fill these out and I’ll start printing them off.”
“These are the same form…?” I asked holding up the identical forms.
“Yeah. You both need to fill them out if you want your parking pass.”
Dad laughed. “We only need one sir. I’m his father.” The security guard’s face went red as he realized his mistake.
“Oh God! Sorry. I just figured you were another student joining today as well.
“Nope,” Dad said as he handed back the form. “Just him. All I wanted to do today was follow him around and see what the college experience was like.”
“Yeah? But you look so young. I figured you were brothers or something,” the officer said.
Dad laughed. “We get that a lot actually… But no. Just because I was 16 didn’t mean that I didn’t have any consequences attached to it…” He added.
“I know the feeling…” he said a bit distantly.
“It can’t be all that bad,” dad tried to bring some levity back to the conversation. “You got a nice job at a nice school. Consequences aren’t always a bad thing,” he gave my arm a light punch as I was still filling out the form.
“I guess,” the security guard said. “But if we had someone here as big as you I’m sure our jobs would be a lot easier.”
“You think?” Dad flexed his arms adding to the joke. Even through the coat, his round biceps molded the fabric to help show their dense nature off. “Think this is a pretty good deterrent?”
“I’d think so,” the officer smiled. “Can’t image too many people wanting to mess with you. Or getting away to tell the tale. Wish I knew the feeling…” he zoned off again.
Dad pulled out his phone. “Sorry… Just gotta check something real quick,” he said. It was very unusual for him to do things like this but he was also a very busy man.
“No worries,” the officer said as he went back to playing with the pen on his desk. Dad started typing away onto his phone. He seemed to be on a mission as he looked over whatever he’d just typed several times over. Then hit send and placed it back into his pocket. He leaned his massive body against the wall behind him as I finished filling out the rest of the information. However as I looked back up around the security guard, I couldn’t help but notice what I could only explain as a glimmer. Something looked different about his body but I couldn’t quite understand what it was.
It was like his entire uniform fit him differently. He sat more upright with his chest pointed forward. His body seemed to be squeezed in the room behind him just like how we were stuffed in the one across from him. It was like his muscles were growing larger. Biceps filled his sleeves while his chest barreled out in front of him putting an intense strain on the buttons holding the blue uniform together. The size of his neck made it impossible for the top button to be closed and only the tie kept hidden the forest of hair trying to peak out of his shirt. He scratched at his face and it seemed like a full black beard filled in over his entire chin.
I caught myself staring but then forced myself to finish the paperwork. I handed it to him. “But aren’t you that same force?” I asked. “Dad’s not that much bigger than you…”
“You think?” the security officer asked. He stood up showing his full 6’4” height. But next to dad that giant frame did look a little small. He flexed his body threatening to tear his uniform. Even his legs bulged stuffed in his black pants. However now with all three of us on this side of the glass there was no room for anyone else to fit inside that small office.
“I’d say so,” I said. We were about the same size. He may have been a little smaller but I wasn’t counting.
“I guess,” he still said a bit bashfully. “Just feel like I’m still really small…”
“I know the feeling,” dad interjected. “But all you gotta do is imagine yourself next to normal sized people instead of other bodybuilders. It can be a little demoralizing only comparing yourself to people bigger than you.”
“I know… But I just want to get bigger that’s all,” he said.
“You will,” Dad said confidently. His giant hand gripped the security officer’s shoulder. “It just takes time…”
“I guess you’re right,” the security officer shrugged. “Anyway, here’s your pass.” He went back into his office and grabbed the parking pass for me. “Here you go Adam,” he said sliding it through the glass.
“Thanks!” I said. Dad opened the door for me and let me out. There were a few students waiting for us to leave so they could actually fit inside the office.
“Next,” the security officer said. The next student jumped at the deep baritone and rushed into the room.
“So what’s next on the agenda?” Dad leaned some of his weight onto my shoulder as he reached for the folder I was holding.
