BodyGuard

“Again?” Johnathon Banks groaned. “You have to be kidding me… Bring him in.” Not even one minute later an 18 year old man was being carried over one of the security guards shoulders. He could easily fit on the overly bulking arms.

“Let me down!” the guy shouted. “Let me down!” As much as he struggled there was no way he could get through the bullish strength of the man who was effortlessly carrying him into the room. The security guard shifted his weight, lifted the guy up and set him down onto the chair across from Johnathon.

“Hello, Nate,” Johnathon said.

“Hey, dad…” Nate groaned. He leaned back into his chair and splayed his body out. He obviously didn’t want to be there. “What’s up?”

“Quite a bit apparently,” Johnathon replied. Even if he was a bit miffed, he still kept an even voice, only raising an eyebrow in frustration. Nate had always been a bit of a problem child as he tried to get away with a lot more than he ever should have. Didn’t matter what the rule was, he tried to break them. But it was getting to a point where Johnathon couldn’t ignore it anymore. His son would be going out into the real world and needed to represent the family.

Nate groaned. “Get on with it!” he slid further into his chair. Another long uninterested groan filled the room. 

“Alright,” Johnathon smiled. “Do you feel bad about anything that you’ve done?”

“Done? What have I even done?”

Johnathon let out a single solitary laugh. “I guess that makes this easy enough then.” He pulled out some kind of tablet and started typing away at it.

“What are you doing?” Nate asked. He tried to stand up from his chair but was easily pushed back into it by the security guard that had brought him in. “Hey! Do you know who my father is?” The security guard didn’t respond as he made sure to keep Nate seated.

“It’s alright Mick,” Johnathon said. “I’m all done.”

“All done?” Nate questioned. “All done with—“ he was cut off by a weird feeling that shot through his system. Suddenly his stomach felt a little off as he tried to assert himself. “Oh God…” he groaned feeling a weird pressure down there. He stood up from the chair and started to stagger around the room. 

“Sir?” Mick asked for some kind of clarification.

“It’s alright,” Johnathon dismissed. “It’ll be over soon.”

“Ugh…” the room wouldn’t stop spinning for Nate. It was hard for him to think. He fell over onto the bookcase and used it for support. “What’s going on…” he groaned. Looking down at his hand he couldn’t help but feel it looked a little different. The soft hands that had never seen a day of hard work in their life weren’t quite the same. “The Hell?” he looked his hands over again seeing dark hair sprouting from his pores. “AHH!”

His body fell backwards and then to the floor. The growth continued. Hair was racing up his arms, all the while they were quickly bulking up with size. “Oh my gawd…” he groaned feeling his muscles contracting and releasing. He fell all the way down on his back as the pain seemed to increase. It was like his body kept pulsing. But with each exhale it was just ever so slightly bigger. “D-dad,” he panted. With great effort he spun his body onto his belly and started crawling towards the desk. “What have you done?”

“Done? What have I done?”

“You little--!” Nate shouted but keeled over again, dropping from the desk. Mick grabbed at his fire arm but Johnathon gave him a sign to relax. “GAH!” Nate screamed as another growth spurt filled his body. His thin spindly arms had nearly doubled in size and were still growing. Two thick pecs pushed out at his shirt while a large muscular belly filled out his front. It raised the shirt high above his belly button showing off the dense dark fur rapidly filling in his skin.

“I’m sor-roy,” he panted. “Alright? I’m sorry.” With great effort he was able to get back onto his butt. The two round globes were growing bigger and bigger. His jeans had already started to rip down the sides. The seams just couldn’t hold onto the growing muscle. Even with the extra bulk attached to it, they just didn’t stand a chance. The button hold the front together had already popped off while the sides of his massive hairy legs were already leaving the jeans. “I’m sorry!”

Johnathon took his time to respond. He watched as his son writhed in the pain of growing to a new massive size. He’d taken an off-parenting approach, focusing more on providing his son with money rather than support. Obviously that had been a mistake. “Sorry? But last I checked you hadn’t done anything.”

“You bastard!” Nate shouted. His feet burst from the front of his shoes. With an even greater effort he had flipped himself over onto his feet. He stayed low, getting himself into a tackling position. “Fuck you,” his eyes flashed with anger as he started charging towards Johnathon. Mick readied himself to intercept but Johnathon flashed him a sign to stand down. With each charging step another piece of clothing fell off of Nate’s body. A shoe. His shirt. His pants. His socks.

“Stop,” Johnathon said in a calm voice. Instantly Nate stopped. His large towering body stood motionless mere inches from Johnathon’s desk. Just mere minutes ago Nate had been a hairless, 5’8” scrawny guy. Now there was a massive hairy beast standing at a perfect salute. The shaggy hair on his head pulled back into his skull as a trimmed haircut and instead filled out his face. “Pretty impressive, eh?”

Mick stood there a bit confused. “That’s crazy…” he muttered. Nate was now bigger than him. His large bulky body stood a couple inches taller than him while he seemed to weigh a good 30 to 40 pounds more. Nate had always prided himself on being the biggest of Johnathon’s bodyguards but now that wasn’t true anymore. A bit of jealously washed over him as he stared at the naked brute. “So I guess you won’t need me anymore…” he muttered. Turning back to Johnathon all Mick saw was a wide eyed grin. “Sir?”

Then he felt what Nate must have felt. His knees buckled from the new sensation as he felt his insides starting to change. “Sir… What… What are—“

“Calm down…” Johnathon sat back down in his chair and just let it happen. “It’ll be over in a minute.” 

But to Mick he couldn’t tell how much time was passing. It was like his body was on fire. Like he’d been doing the hardest workout of his life and it just wouldn’t stop. He gripped the desk underneath him, trying to regain some semblance of sanity but nothing could dull the pain. Sweat ran down every part of his body. It washed away all the hair he never felt like he needed to shave. Any fat that clung to his body quickly started to pull in. It’s soft squishy nature, changed to something far more solid. Far stronger. 

He clenched his body feeling each and every muscle tighten. “Fuck…” he cursed. It was too much. Every part of him felt like it was on fire. The large belly in front of him thinned out and was tucked nicely under his pecs. While his lats splayed far out, giving him a perfect V-Taper. He cringed and groaned felling his entire mass change to something far more dense than what it had been. Then it all stopped. 

Looking over at Johnathon he had a weird word coming to his mind. He didn’t want to say it. He was always told to say something else. “Dad?” he tried to say sir but that’s what came out. He blushed, covered his mouth. “Dad?” he tried again but that’s all that would come out. 

“It’s alright,” Johnathon laughed as he saw how uncomfortable Mick was at the proposition. “You were always the best bodyguard I had. You’ve done more for me than I ever needed so I figured I’d return the favor.”

“But dad!” he stood up and his pants dropped to the floor. The belt holding his pants against his 52 inch waist was far too large for what he had now. He blushed again and pulled them up. That’s when he realized just how big all his clothes had become. “Oh my God. Oh my God… What’s going on?!” he couldn’t believe how thin his arms felt. Even though they were 18 inches they had always been so much bigger. The fat was just so much more cumbersome than the trim but thick muscle. He felt like he nearly weighed as much but with such a low bodyfat percentage that the clothes still covering his body nearly fell off. 

Johnathon rounded his desk and clasped his new son’s shoulder. “It’s just a little adjustment. Since I hired you, you’ve been so loyal and helpful that I figured I probably owed you at least a little something. I decided to turn back the clock and make it so you’re my son. Still you seemed to retain a lot of your original genes though…” He smiled looking up at his new tall, built son.

“But dad--”

“No buts.” Johnathon smiled. “I know it’ll take a little bit getting used to but Nate will help you get used to it.”

“Sir?” Nate looked a bit confused as he still stood perfectly erect and naked. His hulking hairy body just filled the room but he almost had no presence.

“Exactly,” Johnathon let out a laugh. “You’ll be at our service. Now maybe you’ll know what it’s like to listen every once in a while.” He turned back to Mick. “But I’ll give him to you for now. He’ll do whatever you say.”

“Dad?” Mick grew a bit flustered at the implication.

“Anything.” However Mick still paused. He figured Johnathon had figured that he was gay years ago. Neither one ever said anything, so it was never really addressed. “Go on,” Johnathon pushed. 

Mick found himself just a little bit away from the burly man’s belly. The thick pelt of dark fur covering that round gut just made it look all the more appealing. He still paused as he lifted his hands toward it. ‘Go on,’ he told himself, running his hands through the hair. It parsed through his fingers as he ran them up to the other man’s pecs. Mick pulled his face ever so close. Nate didn’t move. They were just mere inches away from each other. “Every time you are around me, you’ll be hornier than you’ve ever been with any girl.”

Nate’s eyes went wide as he felt his heart start racing. The three inches that were separating their lips had been intimidating was now different. He felt sweaty and uncomfortable while Mick was just so close. But so far. However that didn’t mean he broke his formation. It took everything Nate had to stay in his erect form. 

“S-sir?” Nate stuttered. He was having trouble focusing.

Mick turned around and smiled to his father. “This is gonna be fun. C’mon big guy, let’s get you some new clothes...” 

“Ye-yes sir,” Nate said dutifully.