giantdrake: “Hey, sweetie!” Fred called, setting the afternoon mail on the table. &ldquo
giantdrake: “Hey, sweetie!” Fred called, setting the afternoon mail on the table. “In the weight room, dad!” his daughter called, making him raise an eyebrow. Since when did his petite little girl lift weights? He chuckled slightly. She must want to follow in her old man’s footprints, he thought to himself, glancing at a few of his old body building trophies on the wall. “Do you know where your mom is, hon-” Fred stopped dead in his tracks at the door to his weight room. His little girl was beyond jacked. She looked like she’d spent years lifting the heaviest weights he owned, jogging miles per day and doing thousands of crunches. Her arms were bigger than his were, and her abdominal shelf was, in a word, intimidating. “I kicked mom out,” his daughter said, slowly caressing her own stomach and smiling. “She wanted me to stop working out. She said I was scaring her.” “Baby,” Fred breathed. “Are you…okay?” “I’m fine, daddy,” his daughter said firmly, her eyes cut from steel. “I’m better than fine. I’m big.” “Y-yes…” her father murmured. “Yes, you are.” His daughter took a step close to him and Fred realized he had to look up at her face. When had she become taller than him? “I’m going to get bigger, daddy,” she said. Her voice has not a question. There was no request for permission. It was a comment. A command to herself. A demand for her statement to be accepted. “Would you like that?” Fred swallowed. “Hey…” he said slowly. “Maybe we should-” He was cut off by a loud grunt from his daughter. “Oh, fuck yeah, daddy, it’s happening again,” she said excitedly, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over her body. “I must have done, like, a hundred chest presses before you got here. I wanted it to happen before you arrived but this is good too…” Fred looked worried. “W-what’s happening, baby? What’s happening to you?” Rather than answering, his daughter simply took a step back and grit her teeth as all her muscles began bulging obscenely, swelling steadily with no sign of dropping back down. Fred gasped and gripped the door frame to keep from falling over from the shock of what he was seeing. His daughter’s biceps were gigantic. They looked almost as big as his face. Her legs looked like they could crush him if she could catch him in between them. Her pecs swelled immensely, as did her breasts, almost as though her body was completely redistributing what little fat she had left. And, in an even more frightening turn of events, his daughter shot up in height, all at once, nearly doubling her overall size and causing her head to crash right into the ceiling, punching a hole into the attic and raining plaster down on both of them. “Christ!” Fred yelled, falling on his ass. His daughter only laughed, a large, scary sound, and crouched down so she could attempt to get closer to her father’s level. “Like I said, daddy,” she continued. “I’m going to get bigger. And you’re just going to sit there and watch, aren’t you? Mom isn’t going to come back with any help for you. She knows the score.” Fred’s daughter laid down and began doing sit-ups at a break-neck pace, happily counting them out while Fred stared at her, defeated. She paused only for a moment, to smirk at him. “I’m the woman of the house now, daddy. And you’re going to serve me.” -- source link
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