Brandon Twice
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Daddy-O Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-08-31 05:41:36 +0000 UTC[read part 1 here]
[muscle theft]
Ford watched Alex’s massive body rise from the bed. He walked with a slow, wide gait–whether from their incredibly deep squats that morning, or the afternoon they just spent together, Ford wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was a combination of the two.
Alex paused at the bureau, eyeing up the contents of the box Ford had produced before their love-making session. “You really think I was gonna wear this?” Alex said, turning over the little metal cock-cage. It glinted in the light.
“I figured it could spice things up,” Ford said, hopping out of the bed. “And I sure as hell couldn’t fit in it,” he said, wagging his hefty dick. Alex smirked back at him.
“The only part of you that’s bigger than me,” Alex said, tackling Ford, using his dense, much heavier body to press Ford down to the bed. Alex’s four-inch cock, hard once again, rubbed against Ford’s stiffening monster.
“You’re gonna put that cage on,” Ford said, pulling Alex’s head into his chest and kissing the top of his head. “I think it’s time you recognized me as the alpha of this relationship–your daddy–and we made it clear that my cock is the only one that counts.”
“You fucking wish,” Alex said, flexing his torso until he broke free of Ford’s embrace. “But while we’re at it… let’s see what I can do with these MUCH bigger muscles, and this incidentally smaller dick.” He pushed himself down the bed until his pecs flanked Ford’s hard cock. Then he flexed into the two slabs of meat gripped it. “You want a cock cage? My muscles are YOUR cock’s cage.”
Ford moaned as he bucked his hips, Alex’s sweat the only lubricant as his dick slid between Alex’s spectacular chest muscles.
*
Ford’s eyes snapped open. He was bewildered–hungover while the sun was high in the sky–and flailed his arms, tangled in his sheets. He felt so strange! It took a full minute to remember what had happened to him. He yanked the covers away, shocked to see his diminished, scrawny body was a reality. He fingered the cold metal cage around his dick, shivering as he realized he was stuck in his own trap.
“YO!” said a booming voice from outside his room. It was Collin’s voice of course, far more emphatic than the polite, “Nice to meet you, sir,” he’d gotten when Collin had first introduced himself. “Get up! There’s somebody here!”
Ford walked meekly from his room, the light making his skull throb. It was four in the afternoon! He’d drunkenly slept the whole day away, and his twinkish nightmare was waiting for him when he woke. “Who is it?” Ford asked meekly. He cleared his throat, hoping he’d have a little more backbone the next time he spoke.
“I dunno, some dude,” Collin said. Ford walked out to find Collin in his gym, curling the 90s–the heaviest dumbbells Ford owned. He blinked at the pump Collin’s already big arms had put on since earlier, when the swap had first happened. “Go answer it. The doorbell sound is irritating me.”
This was a far cry from the guy too shy to ask where the bathroom was the first night he stayed over! Ford sighed and headed toward the door, his heart leaping at the idea that it might be Alex. He froze halfway there, realizing he was nude except for his cock-cage. He hustled back into his bedroom and searched for something that would fit, only finding a towel. It was still bulky and longer than his short legs, but he tied it around his waist, tripping over it every few steps. It would have to do at the moment.
He was too short to look out the peephole, so he just opened it. River, his groundskeeper, stood there in jeans and a halfway unbuttoned plaid. Ford shivered. He’d never found the man attractive before–a little too manicured and “prettyboy” for his tastes–but now, looking UP at him, seeing the sheen of sweat forming on his lightly hairy chest, getting a whiff of his cologne mixed with his own sweaty smell… Ford’s cock would have shot to attention if it could have.
“Oh, shit,” River said, backing away with a smile. “I was here to see… uh, Mr. Silvestri. He here?”
“Yes,” Ford said, unable to summon another word. What was he going to say–the truth? Did he want River knowing he’d tried to hook up with his son’s friend but lost his size instead? Would River even believe it? “He’s… sleeping.”
River chuckled. “Yeah, one of those scotch-induced afternoon naps,” he said, sliding his hand underneath his shirt and scratching his belly, a move that entranced Ford. “You one of his… uh, guys?” River said.
Ford looking around anxiously. “Uh… yeah,” he said. It was easier than anything else.
River shrugged. “Ah, that Mr. Silvestri. Wild man! I’m going to, uh… get to work, if that’s okay,” he said, gesturing toward the backyard.
Ford just nodded, letting River in. Damn, he was so tall, his brown hair wavy… Ford wanted to run his hands through it. His ego was wounded, however, by what his groundskeeper thought of him. That reputation was entirely undeserved; he’d just had a rough breakup!
“Your groundskeeper is fucking hot,” Collin said, emerging from the gym to leer out the window at River’s hedge-trimming.
Ford just shrugged. “Are you going to explain any of this to me?” he said. His voice sounded whiny, although he’d tried to sound stern.
“Dwight wanted to,” Collin said. “Better to hear it from your son, right?”
“Better to hear it sooner than later!” Ford protested. “What did you do? How did you do this? You guys planned this?”
Collin clapped a big hand over Ford’s mouth. “Quiet down, little man. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not the big man of the house anymore.” He flexed what had to be a 21-inch arm. Ford’s eyes went wide at the sight of the massive muscle. “For the moment, I am. So you’re going to sit tight and wait for Dwight to get home… which should be any minute. In the meantime, I’m going outside to chat with your groundskeeper…” Collin sauntered out the door. Ford looked around. His keys were on the counter. Nothing was keeping him there–except his nudity, of course.
Still wrapped in his towel, Ford stumbled toward the truck in the garage. It was a difficult climb to get up into the cab. He had to move the seat all the way forward just to reach. “Dammit,” he said, looking down at his diminutive frame. “I’m smaller than Collin used to be!” he hissed. “He took everything and THEN some!”
Just before he turned his key in the ignition, he watched the garage door swing open. He blinked as he saw Dwight driving his Prius into the garage. He crouched down, afraid for his son to see him in this state. Dwight climbed out of the car, adjusting his glasses. Then he walked around to the driver’s side of the truck.
“Get out, dad,” Dwight said, folding his arms. Ford sheepishly opened the car door and slunk from the truck, holding the towel to hide as much of his body as possible. His eyes were on Dwight’s Doc Marten’s. “Wow,” Dwight said with a whistle. “So it actually does work…”
“Dwight, what the hell is going on here?” Ford shouted. “I mean, this shouldn’t even be possible, but… but this is theft, in any circumstance, and you planned this–you PLANNED it! For your own father!”
Dwight calmly held up a hand. “To be honest, I didn’t PLAN it,” he said. “Collin went rogue today. We weren’t supposed to use the formula on you.”
“He said it was phase 2!” Ford said, stomping his foot. “He said you just moved the plan UP a little!”
Dwight shook his head. “I wasn’t entirely honest with Collin,” he explained. “Let’s get this over with before he finds out, okay? I got drunk one night and told Collin about the formula–we, kinda… y’know, used to hook up–and then he got stuck on the idea of using it on him too. So I just included him in my plan so he wouldn’t blab on me, because… I’m not supposed to HAVE the formula. Soon as I used it on me, I was going to dump his dose down the drain. I figured, y’know, maybe I could just let him feel my muscles and fuck him a little bit, y’know? Maybe that would shut him up after it was all said and done.”
Ford shook his head. He’d never heard his son talk like this before–and he’d never felt more in common with his son than that moment. “So what now?” he asked.
“Now, I have to figure out a way to reverse the formula. I mean, it has a half-life of 90 days, so he should be back to about his old size by the start of school next year, but I’m not letting him push me around all summer until then. And I can’t have my dad looking like…” He gestured toward Ford. “Anyway, let’s get you inside. I’m guessing now that he has muscles, Collin is an insufferable prick.”
As they walked toward the house, Ford felt the towel tug away. It had closed in the truck door. He threw his hands over himself, trying to hide his shame–his tiny body and his locked cock– from his son. Dwight just shook his head.
“Did you really try to hook up with him?” he said, taking off his jacket and handing it to his father to wrap around his waist.
“No!” Ford said, probably a bit too quickly.
“Liar,” Dwight said, giving Ford a slap on his little butt. Ford yelped and hurried in, hoping Dwight could somehow repair all of this.
When they got inside, they both heard a loud banging coming from Ford’s room. He heard two voices moaning–River, repeating, “FUCK YES, DADDY!” and Collin, slinging out smutty phrases he’d probably learned from porn: “You like this big daddy cock pounding, bitch?”
“Fuck!” Dwight said, throwing his arms up in the air. “He clearly stole your muscles AND your uncontrollable whorish urges!”
“Hey!” Ford protested. “I’m your dad!”
“And you tried to fuck my friend, and look how that all worked out,” Dwight said. “Could you NOT have learned a lesson in self-control before this all happened?”
The banging finally ended with the two voices groaning together, then dissolving into gasps and sighs. Dwight shook his head. “Could I go in there and break this up? Or is he big enough that I might get hurt?”
Ford thought about it for a moment. “I think you might get hurt,” he suddenly realized.
The door opened and RIver walked out in a topsy-turvy path, like he’d just gotten off a gravity-based amusement ride. Collin marched out behind him, naked and unashamed, smoking one of Ford’s cigarettes. “Dwight! Sup brother?” Collin said, holding up a meaty fist for a bump.
“Since fucking when do you fist bump?” Dwight asked. Then, to River, “does my dad pay you to fuck strangers in his house?”
“Oh, sorry about that,” River said, leaning against a chair as he wiped sweat from his brow. “Tell him today’s free, and, uh… I owe him for his sheets.” He winked at Collin as he headed out the door. As his car pulled away, Ford pointed out that River had left all of his tools behind.
“So, this is you with muscles,” Dwight said with a disapproving shake of his head.
“I know, it’s great, right?” Collin said. He made his pecs bounce, then flexed one arm, then the other, then both. “Mr. SIlvestri, you gotta teach me how to like, flex and stuff. I had no idea it wasn’t just, y’know… natural, once you had muscles!”
“Clean up the mess,” Dwight said, gazing into Ford’s bedroom. “Jesus, it stinks in there. Clean it all up, Collin.”
“Fuck no!” he said. “I’m not gonna do that. Besides, your room is still clean and fine. Just have the little guy sleep at the foot of your bed or something. He’s tiny now.”
“It’s STILL his house,” Dwight affirmed. Collin paused, then strutted up to Dwight, emphasizing his greater height and more massive body. With his fists on his hips, he loomed over Dwight. He gazed over the shelf of his pecs and shook his head.
“What if I say NO, puny?” he challenged.
“You don’t know the one thing that can neutralize the formula,” Dwight snapped back. Collin opened his mouth, then paused, then opened his mouth, then fully deflated.
“Fuck. You wouldn’t. We planned this for months!”
“Test me, motherfucker,” Dwight said. He flicked one of Collin’s nipples, making the big guy jump. “Also, we didn’t plan THIS.”
Collin backed away. He paused, gesturing at Ford. “Did you tell him everything?”
“Yep,” Dwight replied.
“Couldn’t have been EVERYthing,” Collin said, “because he’s not freaking out right now.”
“He’s not in a POSITION to freak out,” Dwight said firmly, “and I haven’t even told YOU everything. I’ve told you what you NEEDED to know, period. That’s how this works.”
Collin paused, flummoxed by this assertion. “Wait–what the fuck have you NOT told me?”
The doorbell rang. Ford’s head snapped from the confusing (and infuriating) conversation to the front door. He started to walk toward it.
“Dad, go hide in your room,” Dwight ordered. Ford was incensed by the tone; his son had NEVER spoken to him like that before.
“Look, Dwight, just because I’m… like this…”
“Look, it’s for your own good,” Dwight said. “I’m guessing you don’t want another of your paid employees seeing that you’re 90 pounds and have your dick locked up. I mean, they may not recognize you, but what if they did? What if they snapped a pic of you in this state? You really think ALL of your employees respect you, or are some of your staff maybe a little irritated by the way you order them around and skimp on holiday bonuses?”
Ford froze. The doorbell rang again. He looked from the sound to his son. “My staff isn’t irritated with me…” he said. Still, he relented, heading for his room. “Wait, what about HIM?” he said, pointing at Collin. “He should hide too.”
“Agreed,” Dwight said. “Collin, you can’t be trusted right now. You’re testosterone drunk. Go into the gym and do some pulldowns or something.”
Collin shrugged. “Not like I NEED it,” he said, “but I wouldn’t mind taking this body for MORE of a spin. But if it’s another hot dude, you better send him my way!” He groped his dick–which was as long and thick as Ford’s used to be–and headed into the gym.
Ford’s room stunk of sex–he gagged on the thick funk of muscles and spunk and friction. He hadn’t even known River was gay. He’d certainly never hit on Ford before.
Or maybe he had, and I just wasn’t interested? Ford wondered. He’d learned quite a bit in the short time he was small. What the hell kind of person am I?
Ford sat impatiently in his room until he heard footsteps approaching it. He heard Alex’s voice. Dammit, I called him! How could I forget I called him?
“Well, he’s certainly here, because his truck is here,” Alex asserted.
“Sir, PLEASE,” Dwight insisted. “It’s been a REALLY stressful day. My dad’s on another one of his benders, and I’ve had to work overtime to keep things together around here. I mean, I’ll tell him you stopped by, but honestly? I think you should wait until he’s sober and calmed down a bit.”
Ford opened the door and peered out. He was FLOORED by how big Alex was–and it wasn’t just Ford’s reduced stature. Alex had put on at least forty pounds! Of COURSE that asshole would have run a massive cycle and trained nonstop after they broke up. His lats were nearly swallowing his head! His quads were so huge he was waddling! His back looked like a MOVIE SCREEN! Ford’s locked dick twitched. He whimpered at the feeling of it trying unsuccessfully to get hard.
Alex sighed and crossed his massively swollen arms. “Okay, well, I’ll leave him a note.”
“Just text him,” Dwight snapped back.
“No, I’m not going to text him,” Alex said. “Look, your dad can be a real psycho when he’s hitting the bottle too hard. I don’t want to poke the bear… Can I write a note, and give it to you, and have you give it to him when he calms down?”
Once again, Ford learned another lesson about how people saw him. He wasn’t the hunky himbo daddy he’d always believed he was.
“Fine,” Dwight said. “Come to my room. I’ve got some paper and a pen there.”
They walked away. Ford relaxed. The last thing in the WORLD he wanted was for an even more massive Alex to see him shrunken like this.
He heard a crash from the gym. Collin stumbled into the kitchen. “Yo, Dwight? Are they gone?”
Then he heard a shout from Dwight’s room–it was Alex. Ford’s skin tingled–what the hell was happening in there?
The floor shook. Ford thought it was an earthquake, but it was a gentle, repetitive tremor, like… a heavy person’s footsteps. Ford finally opened his door and burst out. Collin was clapping his hands, his thick back blocking Ford’s view of what was on the other side.
Then Collin moved. Out of Dwight’s room walked two men–one enormous, one small. It was Alex and Dwight, but they had switched.
