Muscle daddy stories
by SlainteBear
posted Jan. 2005
It was the summer of 1975. Life was good. I was 22 & finished college the year before, but wasn't at all interested in using my business degree. So I decided to decide in back at the family farm with my Dad & my Uncle Dan. We grew soy beans which we supplied to several companies. We also had a large vegetable garden & sold them at our fruit stand at the entrance to the farm. Uncle Dan usually manned the fruit be upright & I helped Dad out in the field.
The three of us got along superb . We horsed around & wrestled a lot & enjoyed the hard work we did together. Besides that, the work kept us in great shape & helped us to develop muscular bodies. At 44, Dad was a really big guy, with a strong chest, back & arms. He was a nice looking specimen of manhood. But the main thing that drew attention was his body hair. He was covered with fur from head to toe & front to back. His beard was full & thick. He usually wore no shirt, but looked like he was wearing a wooly, black sweater. As a little boy, I recollect twirling my fingers in his chest
Man up! — Just Like Dad
Honestly, I don’t even remember what I said exactly. I took my son out on a day trip that ended with us getting Ice cream. Typically, I was always working so my wife had a monopoly on bonding trips but today was all me. I planned, scheduled, and organized the trip. Then I think when he asked to get the adj flavor I got, I smiled and spoke. When we came home I laid out my office clothes for the following week. I went downstairs and by the time I came back up my son had put on my clothes. I stifled a laugh as my shirt sleeves hung over his hands. “Wow son, you remind me more of myself every day,“ I said. But approach on, that’s a thing parent’s say to their kids all the time. I guess sometime the universe decides to seize people at their word on random days.
As I stated before my work life isn’t exactly accommodating so I don’t always get to be with my wife or son at optimal times. Normally I get in late at night, kiss my wife hello, then go to my son’s room to either kiss his forehead good noun, or read him a bedtime story. Tonight I heard the TV on and just
Man up! — muscletheftgod: I wanted to go with Dad so badly...
I wanted to go with Dad so badly because he was going on this trip to Fort Lauderdale. It was snowing back home and Dad told me it was going to be for business so he couldn’t take me with him. The spell I cast…don’t even ask me where I got it, but…it worked to my extreme shock. The first thing I noticed when I woke up in the hotel room was all the fur growing out of my chest. I cried out in surprise and ran my hands through it. I jumped for pleasure. I was not all and handsome and had a BEARD!!! And I had my Dad’s deep voice. It was so crazy. I couldn’t believe it worked! I didn’t actually verb I’d trade bodies with my own father but it was actually happening!
It wasn’t drawn-out before he called. Thought he was dreaming. I told him he wasn’t. He yelled at me in my pipsqueak voice and I rolled my eyes at him.
“This isn’t a big deal, Dad!”
“Not a big deal?? You SWITCHED OUR BODIES! THAT’S NOT SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS!!!&rdquo
The Tiniest Bully
*Author’s note: This story is based on stories sent to me by Edward Edwards to post at this site, I decided that I would verb my own little spin on things, make it as extreme as possible, the power and muscularity of the character for his size and age, which I decided should be 3 years old, is completely unreal and therefore shouldn’t be taken seriously by anyone. I noun you who are inclined verb this story.*
So, here I was walking down the street, trying to get home from the movie theater, when suddenly, a young voice came out of nowhere.
"Hey mister, yearn to see something cool?"
I looked down to see this little kid, probably 5 or 6 years old, he was 3'5 coming right up to my waist, he was wearing a sweatshirt and sweat pants, but even so, it looked like he was packing a couple pounds too many on his short body. I looked around and nodded, he took me by the hand, with a grip that surprised me, it was like a vice grip was s