Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2015 12:28:45 -0800 From: Alex Irons Subject: Happy Meal Purely a work of fantasy. Obviously. Questions or comments are always appreciated, and can be sent to geektofreek@gmail.com Enjoy! HAPPY MEAL When we got to McDonald's, that surprising late afternoon, everything seemed just fine. Jack, my ten-year old son, who was definitely getting hungrier these days, probably due for an early growth spurt, I often thought, was grabbing his stomach in a peculiar fashion. Looking almost starved, even after the kid totally devoured every last bite of his big early morning breakfast. So when it came time to order, I figured, why not buy him two Happy Meals instead of one. "Whoa, two toys!?" "Sure thing, kid." "Thanks, dad!" He sat down in his seat, looking rather handsome today, with his perfectly fitted white shirt and denim blue jeans, his short blond hair slightly draped over his forehead. The kid, as usual, began with his cheeseburger. I myself got a Big Mac. I didn't really enjoy McDonald's as much as I used to, trying to stay in shape was becoming harder every year. "Mm, taste so good." Jack said chomping on his burger. He was already halfway done, the kid was really building up an appetite. A few more minutes passed and he had devoured the entire first box, fries and everything, burping loudly across the restaurant. BURRRRPPP "Wow..." I said speechless "Haha, sorry dad. I'm just so hungry." "It's ok, son, eat as much as you want" Jack smiled at my approval, digging into the second box and unwrapping the second cheeseburger. There was a quick moment he went to wipe his face, raising his right arm, causing an unexpected bulge beneath his sleeves, a bicep, rather than his usual frail boyish arms. I thought I was seeing things, but as he finished off the second burger, wiping off his greasy face again, his arm seemed to almost rumble exponentially in size. "W-whoa!" I reached out and touched "Look at the size of your arms." I squeezed and marveled at their sudden thickness. Jack seemed surprised himself, looking over to the side and giving his right arm an impressive and curious flex. He giggled in his chair as this mound, this chiseled small peak of muscle, burst up against his sleeve. "Cool!!!" Jack exclaimed excitedly "Does this mean I'm finally growing?" "Look's that way. I always had a feeling you'd be an early bloomer..." "I want to grow so big..." Jack said lustfully, lowering his flexing arm and digging into the remainder of the fries. It only took a couple handfuls, a few glorious large chomps, before they were gone. Then he started gulping down his soda, both hands attached to the upgraded medium-sized drink. This time, without a doubt, with a small whimper down my throat, I could see the outline of these two thickening chest-muscles, pectorals that could have only existed on one of those gymnast boys, or anyone who normally worked out. Jack, usually just liked to play video games. BURRRRRPPP "J-Jesus, Jack!" I stuttered "Can we order one more, dad? I'm still so hungry." Jack scratched the back of his neck almost shamefully, unleashing this entire baseball-sized bicep across the top of his arm, pushing up the sleeve and bursting the fabric up to his equally growing young round shoulders. "WOW!" Jack roared "It's like I'm literally growing bigger by the second, dad!" "I've n-never s-s-seen anything like it..." I stuttered frantically, battling with my own jaw to stop from hanging open. What a quivering mess I was. Jack proudly flexed again, both arms this time, amongst my disbelief and drool, the other customers and staff, high above his seemingly innocent looking face. He chuckled, still thankfully boyishly, as these two unbelievably large and chiseled peaks of smooth young muscle inflated up, these totally humongous and powerful meat-packed triceps inflated down. His arms now formed, only miniaturized to his frame, that perfectly round symmetrical devastation, the shape that was usually only reserved for the jocks and bodybuilders. "Look how strong I am!" "M-my, g-gawd..." This time I really did whimper "You really are hitting q-quite the growth spurt, k-kid." "Do you think I'll grow anymore!?" "I d-don't know..." "I want to keep growing until I'm bigger than every single boy at school." His shirt tightened even more. "Then the teachers" Tighter and tighter. "And maybe even the principal!!! As Jack wishfully rambled on, which left me speechless by the way, I heard a small tear from underneath the table. I gulped, while embarrassingly thinking, how could have I possibly forgotten about the entire other half of my son, the lower-half of him. It felt almost inappropriate to even try, but he was so distracted by his chest and arms, it was all too easy to make a quick observing glance underneath the table. "Ooh, f-fu-fuck..." "What's the matter, dad?" Jack curiously asked. I couldn't even move. So stunned and enthralled by the pair of overly bloated, denim bulging, muscle-kid-thighs. And that wasn't even the cause of the tearing sound. His shoes, his brand new pair of red Nike's, they were actually stretching and pulling open, blistering at the sides, as his feet grew along with everything else. I knew it was only a matter of time before the kid would... "Look at my LEGS!" Jack roared once again, a little deeper this time, suddenly and without warning standing up from his chair, causing some of the seams across his shirt and jeans to tear and explode like gunfire. Half the McDonald's gasped, yet I had a feeling Jack was far from showing off. "Look how huge they are..." He said playfully, eagerly, looking down. "Oh no..." I already knew what he was going to do. "Jack, NO!" "TOO LATE!!! Jack roared with laughter, flexing his huge and spectacular chiseled kid-muscle-thighs, blowing away every single seam, the stitching, all the fabric around his ass, his crotch, even his zipper, all of it fell to the floor and left the boys comically short but huge growing legs, totally exposed. Not to mention the fact, that he standing there in nothing, but ironically, a pair of cock and muscle bulging, skin tight, purple branded "Hulk" briefs. "MORE!!!" Jack roared demandingly, not even caring about all the smartphones and people watching, this time flexing into a double bicep pose so huge, his two white sleeves simply blew away as if they were paper. RIIIPPP RIIIIIIPPPPP Still smooth as a baby though, even underneath his armpits, more like caves I should say, the base of his mountainous sixteen-inch chiseled arm muscles, if I were to guess. It looked beyond obscene for anyone standing at only five-foot-tall, especially attached to the face of a ten year old, who looked absolutely drunk with power. Or should I say hunger. "You're not eating more of this, right dad?" Jack giggled, a little deeper than last time, reaching for my Big Mac across the table with one of his growing arms. "J-Jack, WA-wait!.." I whimpered loudly once more. Jack grabbed the burger before I could even flinch, chuckling at his superior reflexes, mockingly turning around, letting me watch helplessly down upon him from his enormous backside. He dangled the triple-bun, double-patty, grease and cheese dripping burger, right above his hungry mouth. Then he lowered it slowly, in a playful fashion, chomping away at the layers of food like it was some oncoming train of protein and growth, and his mouth was the receiving tunnel. "Mmmpfh, more! Jack moaned as he ate. "So much MORE!" BURRRRPPPP Jack belched, grabbing his pregnant eight-pack of abs with one hand, pushing down the last few bits of burger down his throat with the other, an index finger, his massive and sleeveless seventeen-inch smooth muscle-kid arm. This time you could actually see, even from behind, his short little body began to shake from the inevitable surge of oncoming muscle, the much needed few inches in height. He hunched down slightly, clenching his fists at his sides, with a couple boyish grunts and groans. His lats suddenly surged inches in size, surpassing the width of his own shirt, disgustingly passing the width of his own shoulders! RIIIIIIPPPPPPP "He's getting BIGGER!" A woman shouted from behind me. "S-sorry, folks." I turned around "My son's just having a growth spurt..." I lied through my teeth, probably looking just as scared as the woman who screamed, who was covering her children's eyes, from my son's soon to be indecent exposure. Then I looked around at the rest of the other customers and staff, mortified, hearing a wave of gasps, as the definite sound as more fabric tore. "You mean the biggest growth spurt on the PLANET, dad!?" RIIIIIPPPPPP Jack chimed in. I would say jokingly, but it wasn't a joke. I was hoping it wasn't his briefs, turning back around, almost relieved, to see that it was only his shirt that had blown apart, straight down his powerful and chiseled smooth spine. He was definitely taller, still no bigger than a child-sized five-foot-three though, yet the unreal muscle bulging power he possessed was simply mind-boggling. "MORE, MORE!!!" Jack continued to roar below me, pumping his arms relentlessly in front of his chest, with an almost sinister childish laugh. He finally turned back around towards me, but it was only so he could let me watch, as he seemingly proudly, yet lustfully, pumped up his ballooning and rounding smooth boy-pecs. They grew past the size of cantaloupes, softballs, folding over almost every inch of his little dime-sized nipples underneath the fabric, with a canyon between them that would trap any grown man's hand between them. His shirt didn't even have the slightest winning chance at surviving. "Haha, look dad, my boobs are bigger than mom's." RIIIIPPPPPPP "Oh, GAWD!!!" I cried the words, covering my mouth, trying not to squeal, maintain my fatherly composure, when I saw his shirt finally fall to the floor. He looked so indecent and obscene, some kid muscle growth experiment gone wrong. Jack could only keep giggling, with his cute little face that still hadn't changed, sitting atop this bigger than my own bull sized muscle-neck, huge comparatively monstrous traps, an almost entirely naked and roided out looking physique, five-foot-four of heavyweight bodybuilding power, standing there in tight undersized purple briefs to match. "Check it out dad, I'm probably ten-times stronger than you are now!" Jack said boastfully, not even flinching over the fact that he was standing there publically in his underwear. He flexed his colossal kid-muscle arms in a eye opening demonstration of strength, eighteen inches at least, eclipsing his entire face, his head almost. The kid clearly loved the attention. He raised and stuffed one of his huge giant kid-biceps up to his face, against his own drooling lips, giving them a few slobbering kisses for everyone and their cameras to see. "Anyone else want to feed me so I keep growing bigger." "J-Jack, n-no..." I pleaded down at him, once again, once again to no avail. I didn't think anyone would respond to his ridiculous command. But then, to my horrific disbelief, this big burly man stood up from behind Jack, thighs and chest so thick, he must have really been a bodybuilder, or at least a retired one. He carried two boxes of chicken nuggets in his hand, the full twenty-piece. "Here you go, kid." He handed Jack the two boxes "You can eat the whole thing if you want..." "w-wa-wait..." I whimpered under my breath "Thanks mister! Jack opened both cartons. "MMmm, I just want so much MORE! Has anyone ever heard of a boy outgrowing his WHOLE classroom!? Jack chuckled hysterically at his own joke. I didn't even try this time, to say something that is. What could I do anyway. Jack lifted, with his nineteen-inch muscle bound arms, both boxes up to his lustful mouth, two dump-trucks over his small five-foot-four stature. He poured and gobbled up every single nugget, chomping like an animal, a young beast, all twenty-pieces down into his throat. "Mmm, I could squish whoever I wanted between my big strong legs..." Jack choked and muffled his fantasies as he gulped. BURRRRPPPPP "Then I'd crush the gym teacher underneath the strength of my arms, haha! That'll teach him to make me run laps." Jack couldn't stop vocally fantasizing. Sometimes I forget how destructive kids actually are. Always destroying and stomping out their sandcastle and toys like they were gods. It always seemed so innocent, simply because kids are generally so much smaller. "God d-damn, what the hell are you feeding this kid!?." The big burly man bellowed, looking down at Jack with a drool. "Here, have my soda too." "THANKS!" Jack turned around again. "Haha, nothing's going to fit after this..." SLURP, SLURP, SLURP I watched hopelessly, completely frozen, sinfully curious myself, as to just how big the boy would grow, looking down upon his young yet obscenely wide and nearly naked backside for the second time. What remained of his tiny purple briefs, across the large expanse of his pornographically large bubble-butt, began to sink up into the dark depths of his caverness young asshole as he grew. "Mmm, more! So much MORE" I guess it was only a matter of time. As he raised his big and bulging smooth arms high above his head, a spectacular twenty-two inches of devastating kid power, his briefs finally and executionally became devoured up by his global and unbelievably muscular kid-butthole. SNAP His briefs snapped apart. "P-PLEASE, NO-NO PICTURES!" I yelled, trying to block the onslaught of photos and videos being taken. Jack's young appendage looked absolutely enormous, dangling six-inches, huge chicken-egg sized testicles, right between both his monstrously bloated twenty-three inch young muscle-boy thighs. I ran up to his ear as quick as I could, feeling his huge, powerful and carved naked physique against my own, as I whispered into his ear. "I'll give you all the food you want at home, Jack. Let's leave though, ok?" "All the food I want!?" Jack squirmed with excitement. "Sure thing, dad! He grabbed my hand, his grip was unbelievably strong. We ran out of the McDonald's and into the truck as fast as possible. I did the same with driving off. In fact, I don't think neither of us had a safety-belt on as I floored the gas and sped off into the distance. "That was fun, dad!" Jack giggled, insatiably rubbing his rippled and thick muscle chest, bloating his young cock-up, looking nine-inches hard, still baby-smooth, as he worshiped himself repeatedly. I honestly couldn't handle it, seeing him, this huge and musclebound boy, sitting right next to me. I pulled over into the nearest empty parking lot, his elementary school, ironically. After all his talk of outgrowing his classmates, the poor kid couldn't help but think that I was actually here to help him succeed in his gigantic endeavours. "I really am going to outgrow the school!" Jack roared. "Haha, not just yet, Tiger." I joked with a cringe, driving the truck far across the school parking lot, underneath the covered area, next to the outdoor basketball courts, putting the truck finally in park. There was a part of me that felt ashamed to even look, the view of a aroused ten-year old muscle boy, in the evening sunlight, but this was my son. I figured it wouldn't be too bad, taking even the smallest of peaks. "Ohh, w-wow, J-Jack, just l-look at you..." The words blubbered out of me. "You like my muscles, dad?" Jack smirked arrogantly, raising his left arm, actually knocking himself in the face with his own twenty-three inch bicep, giggling as he became nearly immobilized, eclipsed by his own hefty growing arm. He made a few small grunts as he flexed the obscene bowling ball of hulking-boy-bicep. I actually began to drool uncontrollably out of my lips. Nothing had ever been seen or witnessed like this on any other known human on the planet. The unrealistic colossal smoothness, the unparalleled perfection of muscle, the dense muscle per a square inch, due to his still thankfully short five-foot-four height. "So am I really going to grow even bigger, dad? He pumped his devastating kid-muscle into my face. "Am I really going to get to eat all the food I want?" Jack questioned looking up at me, sounding absolutely childish and innocent, right up until the moment he leaned over and stuffed his colossal boy-bicep, not just inches away, but right against my jaw-dropped face. The boy then menacingly began flexing, probably measuring, comparatively, his arm to my adult sized skull. I could feel my own much smaller manhood grow beneath my pants. His young power was arousing, even to the man that rightfully, and seemingly accidentally, gave birth to the young god himself. "Yes." I muffled the words against his mountainous arm. "I'll buy you all the food you want." "YESSS!" Jack roared again. "But first..." I interrupted. "Jack, would you mind getting out of the truck, so dad can get a better look at you." "You want to see me flex more?" Jack opened the door, almost as if his question was rhetorical, hopping out of the truck, butt-naked, like he already knew my answer. The truck swayed a little back and forth. Jack, wobbled across the cement court, finding a leftover basketball from the previous day's recess. It was then I realized we had left all of his clothes, even his shoes, which must have blown off at some point, back on the floor of McDonald's. "I bet someday, I'll be able crush this entire basketball between my butt just by sitting on it. POP, haha!" Jack chuckled again at his own joke, right as I got out of the car, already making the common basketball look small, as he kingly sat on top with his huge naked muscular ass. He stood up as I got closer, standing probably a solid five-foot-five, at this point, but stretching at least over two and a half feet wide, making even my fully adult sized shoulders look small. I got down on my knees so I could get a better look. I felt absolutely emasculated and dumbfounded, if I'm being honest, looking around at his rippled superior body. "What do you want to look at first, dad? You've already looked at these" He flexed his enormous arms again. "But I wouldn't mind if you couldn't get enough." Jack kissed his bicep. The kid was so confident that a grown man would only have an infatuation with his muscles, and not his throbbing ten-inch boy-boner heaving halfway up his chest. It was becoming more and more apparent, that Jack, still had no clue what it meant for a man to have an erection. I quickly adjusted my own bulge, before tentatively brushing my fingers, rolling them across this chiseled valley of bricks, my son's food bulging eight-pack, for very first time. Still baby smooth, just like the rest of him. "Haha, that kind of tickles, dad." Jack giggled "S-sorry..." "But do you feel how strong I am?" Jack smashed his first together, exploding his large forearms in front of me. "I bet I could crush moms new boyfriend with my bare hands now." "I w-wouldn't doubt it..." I said agreeingly, wanting to worship his spherical and spectacular smooth muscle cleavage, but Jack didn't seem too interested in that yet. The young god jiggled his legs, hinting at me, eagerly awaiting, for his lower half to be worshipped. I guess it made sense, so much of the show at McDonald's was focused on his chest. He really didn't get the attention he deserved for the two monstrously engorged muscle-boy thighs. "I really can't stop thinking about growing, dad!" "It's o-ok, son." I gulped "It won't be long now before you'll be able to grow as big as you want." I sounded like such the pervert, and I guess I was, totally perving out over these short young muscle legs, that is. Jack seemed approving, as he actually grabbed my head by the hair, right there in the school's outdoor basketball court, playfully shoving my face towards one of his smooth, bulging, bone crushing kid-muscle thighs. So his dad could get a better look, I'm assuming. He even let me go as far enough as to lean my face against the warm marble curvature, the striations of smooth muscle across his leg. Even though, sometimes, humiliatingly enough, my face would get stuck right underneath the weight and heft of his horse hung testicles. "Wh-whoa, that feels weird, dad." Jack suddenly squirmed, only because I had accidentally moved onto to actually licking, rather than just touching, the inseam his plump little thighs. I respected his wishes, only touching and caressing as I moved down his leg, looking up at Jack, every now and then, who looked confused, as to why his nearly ten-inch kid-cock was uncontrollably throbbing faster and faster. "You know, dad, m-maybe it is ok if you lick. O-Only a little though. Here..." Jack grabbed my head again, so commandingly to what he desired, directing me, my mouth, to the first area he wished to be actually licked by his old dad's worshipping and eager tongue. At first, he only let me near the outside of his legs, careful to make sure I stayed clear of his nutsack, his unexpectedly overly sensitive areas. It wasn't long though, not even mere minutes, until the kid found himself incapable of denying his increasing limits of pleasure. Soon I found myself inches underneath his lemon-sized balls, the huge cum-filled nutsack, my face stuffed, surrounded by his two overgrown smooth muscle-kid thighs. "Mm-Mm" Jack whimpered, for once. He moved my head away, turning around, probably thinking that it would better, less pleasurable, from his back side, then the front. It was hard not to grin, how mistakingly wrong the kid was. I could barely keep it together as his voluptuous muscle-boy bubble-butt came into view, actually knocking me over in the face, believe it or not, pummeling me to the ground. "Sorry, dad!" Jack said nervously. Now the kid really did tower over me. At least with my head on the ground. He seemed antsy, squeamish, rubbing his two bloated legs together, as if he had to pee. I watched the first drop of thick pre-cum hit the ground, right between the front of his two growing legs and feet. The kid was ready to burst. You could tell he was awaiting another sinful lick, another slurp of his dad's tongue. "Are you going to keep going, dad?" He even started to beg for it. "You betcha, kid!" I said so proudly, groaning so loud, as I teasingly dove my face right between the bottom middle, the backside, of his colossally smooth kid-muscle thighs. The boy quivered and shook, leaking pre-cum like some total faucet, from the sound of it. I maneuvered my hands up the side of his bulbous muscle butt, slightly parting away his glutes, letting me view upon the his smooth, yet frighteningly deep, probably unwashed, kid-butthole. Part of me was a little surprised, that the boy even lasted this long. "Oooh! Oooohh!" Jack moaned as I made my way up, slurping every inch of legs with my tongue, everything leading up to the kids glorious muscle-butt canyon. I groaned as I finally reached the base of his glutes. It was honestly ten-times stinkier than I could have ever imagined, yet I couldn't stop from lapping it all up, hearing Jack's faint moans rapidly turn into light squeals. It wasn't long before his glutes began to convulse with pleasure around my head, slurping up my skull, my entire face, just like his briefs, up and into the suffocating depths of his own deep muscle hole. "Daddy, wo-worship m-me!" Jack squealed like a pig, grabbing my head and securing it further up into his ass. What a terrible father I was, giving my son a rim job at his own elementary school. I knew it was all over as he squealed at the top of his lungs, bucking back and forth, bent over against my face, as he splooged gallons of cum, hands free. The first orgasm of his life. To think I was barely even halfway up his glorious stink hole. I gasped for breath, popping my face out, as the kids glutes almost involuntarily crushed my face. The devastation of semen, more like a lake, surrounding us seemed impossible, just like everything else that had happened. But honestly, today, this moment, was literally the hottest moment of my entire life. "I C-CAN'T S-STOP!!!" Jack continued to squeal, as he still uncontrollably bucked, taking what seemed like minutes to finish off, squeeze every last drop out of that long thick shaft and two giant sized semen tanks. I took couple more slurps, a few more kisses, right between the deepest part of his smooth hairless ass, just because he was practically comatose. The scene would have been total muscle kiddie porn, to the right people watching. But I was honestly just trying to relieve, help, my big and strong growing muscle boy. "When can we do that again?" Jack turned around, still throbbing hard, covered in semen and curiously fingering his own butthole from behind. "Anytime you want, kid. Except first, how about we take you to the grocery story?" "YESSS, I'm starving!" The End. Maybe.