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Step Father Intervention Part 04
🕑 Added 2019-01-24 07:06:15 +0000 UTC“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening,” Austin repeated to himself as he looked at his even larger body. The fat on his body had nearly doubled and he couldn’t believe just how wide he was. Every part of his body seemed to sag. Even moving was getting harder to do.
But Dillon tried to keep a smile. “It’s alright big guy. Don’t worry about it. Right now you need to just be moving. There’s clearly a lot of muscle under there we just need to work some of it out.” Dillon didn’t seem to notice anything different about him.
“C’mon man…” Austin whined. Sweat covered every inch of his clothes. He could barely keep up. “You have to remember…” he panted out. It was hard to concentrate as Dillon had been running him through a pretty difficult workout. Never in his life had Austin ever felt this tired. “You have to remember…”
“Remember what?” Dillon asked.
Austin paused trying to think about what it was as well. Apparently that device was messing with his ‘real’ memories and the ones that it said were real. “That we were friends?” he offered.
“Friends?” Dillon stifled a laugh. He didn’t want to be mean. “I don’t want to be mean,” he started off, clearly trying not to say something too inappropriate, “but we were never friends. You made fun of me all the time. Like I didn’t care. I had so many girlfriends through high school that it didn’t bother me. But yeah, we were never friends.” Dillon crossed his arms across his massive chest. There was an almost defiant look on his face as he did so.
“We weren’t?” Austin questioned. But both sets of memories shot through his head. In his previous life he’d made fun of Dillon for being so weak and incapable of doing anything but in this one he’d mocked him for caring too much about his body. Oftentimes questioning his sexuality and mocking him for working out so often. Austin’s eyes lowered as he thought about it more.
However his step dad had come over before he was able to think about it too long. “Hey Mr. Jackson,” Dillon said with his bright smile. “Got all signed up?”
“Yep,” Richard said back. “Happy to see you’ve been working my step son so hard!” His big hand gripped Austin’s shoulder tightly and he played with the fat on it.
“Well I haven’t been pushing him too hard. But he is doing incredibly well,” Dillon said. “I’m surprised just how much he’s pushing himself. In high school he was never like this. Even Terry seemed impressed.”
“Oh?” Richard asked; an eyebrow even perked up.
Dillon laughed at the gesture. “Yeah, even said he’d get some special alone time with him.
Austin’s asshole quivered at the thought. His finger naturally went done to pleasure himself as he thought about the large muscular bear of a man. He stopped himself. “Alright…” he muttered under his breath. “I get it…”
“Get it?” Richard asked. Dillon shrugged his shoulders. “Would you mind giving us a minute?” Richard asked. “I think I need to talk to Austin about something.”
“Ok,” Dillon said. He headed off, deeper into the gym. Another bodybuilder gave him a high five and the two started talking. The two looked like they’d worked out together all the time.
“Alright. I get it,” Austin said a little louder. “I’m an asshole. Ok? I get it…”
“Do you?” Richard asked. Austin nodded. “Alright, what do you think of the guy talking to Dillon?” a grin strapped Richard’s face as he saw Austin try to lie.
“I… Uhh… I… Uhhh…” he tried hard not to say what he was thinking. “I think it’s a beta bitch trying to use working out as a way to compensate for his tiny dick. He’s got nothing going for him but those muscles and even they look pretty pathetic. I bet he masturbates to pictures of himself and pretends that he’s got a giant dildo that he pretends is his so he can properly go fuck himself.”
Richard bellowed. Deep hearty laughs escaped from deep down inside him. “You haven’t learned shit,” he continued to laugh. It took a lot of control but he was slowly making his way closer to Austin. “You’re an asshole. You’ve always been an asshole. You’ll most likely always be an asshole.” Richard stood back up at his tall height and gave Austin another strong grip to his shoulder. “I hear you’ve got another workout planned with Terry. Better not be late.”
Austin stared at his stepfather’s malicious grin as he walked away from him. He couldn’t believe what he’d just said. That was supposed to all stay in his head. He figured it must have been something else he’d changed. Something like he’s not able to lie. “Damn it…” he cursed as he sat on the bench. However his asshole started to quiver again at the thought of Terry’s cock. He figured the bear must have been fairly thick, despite him not being as muscular as him. The thought made him stop in his tracks. “Huh…?” he thought to himself as he looked in the mirror again.
The extra weight he’d put on seemed to be shifting into something else. He stared as all the weight started to pull back in on his body. Every pound of the extra fat was quickly tightening up into muscle. Strong powerful muscles that almost made it too hard to move. Now his clothes fit around each and every muscle that he had. The sleeves he’d been wearing instantly disappeared allowing him to properly show off. At the first chance he got he raised his arms up and flexed. He could see his pecs starting to droop and a belly form in front of his body. The drugs he’d been using had started to affect him in ways he hadn’t figured. But at the same time he didn’t want to stop using them. They made him feel big. Strong. Powerful.
His dick got hard at the last word. All two inches of it pushed at the stained white jock that he wore every time he worked out. He looked back at the other guys laughing. ‘They wish they looked as good as me,’ he thought snidely. However he couldn’t help but notice the guy he’d been criticizing almost looked like he was a little smaller. His muscles were still toned and big but they lost their inflated bulkiness and instead looked like a pro who never took an offseason. Austin just rolled his eyes. He wanted to act tough but couldn’t help but think of each of them taking turns on his asshole.
He shook the thought out of his head, remembering that Terry was in the locker room waiting for him. He hurried to the locker room as fast as he could. Each step he teetered back and forth as his thick quads rubbed up against each other. “Sorry I’m late…” he apologized to Terry.
“Late?” Terry turned around. He was already dressed in his black pants and button up shirt. “I wouldn’t say that…” His big hands gripped the black belt and pulled it back off his thick waist. He undid the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper. “You did make me wait longer than I should have to.” His tone was curt and stiff.
Suddenly Austin felt so small again. He couldn’t believe that he’d spent so much time for himself. He looked over the man in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he whined but Terry didn’t seem to care. He took a few steps closer and put his hand on the other man’s shoulder gripping it tightly.
“Yer apology don’t make me not wait,” he grunted out. Austin winced at the statement. He didn’t know if it was the tight grip around his should or the fact that he felt so bad for making Terry wait. Regardless, Terry spun his big body around and pushed him against the locker in front of him. His beard brushed up against the side of Austin’s face as he licked the younger man’s cheek. “But I’ll make sure to enjoy myself.” He whispered into Austin’s ear.
Austin’s shorts dropped to the ground. He could feel his dick throbbing in the small jock he wore. Terry pushed him harder against the lockers in front of him. Then he felt the other man’s dick press up against his hole. A light gasp of relief left Austin’s mouth as he felt Terry press even harder. “Fuck boi. You really play with yerself a lot,” he grunted as he pressed his dick into Austin’s ass. “Even without lube I didn’t even need to try.” The other man’s hips were against his ass. Terry just kept thrusting into him.
With each new thrust Austin felt his knees go weak. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He was so horny. He needed Terry to fuck him. “Gah…” he grunted out. Terry was coming close. His grip on Austin’s shoulders had tightened. Austin did his best to wait for Terry but he was losing himself as well. The bear’s dick seemed to be even thicker than the dildo he was used to using. It pressed up hard against his insides. Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure through his system.
Then Terry’s body stiffened. Every bit of the bear’s body tightened as he released his cum inside of Austin’s asshole. “That’s it boi!” he shouted. His voice echoed off the concrete walls as his body thrust more violently as he came. “That’s it!”
The sudden complement sent Austin over as well. He could feel his fluids fill his jock as he erupted into it. “Fuck,” he gasped. His heavy body wasn’t used to this kind of cardio. He’d mostly worked for strength.
“That’s a good boi,” Terry complemented again. He shook his dick dry onto Austin’s body and zipped up his pants. “Hope to see you around again.”
“Yeah…” Austin replied. He caught a glimpse of his body in the mirror again. Suddenly all the memories rushed back to his mind. “Fuck…” he muttered as his dick grew hard at his reflection.
