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Some people think that there is nothing worse than being bullied at school, but I say that the worst thing is to be bullied by your own father. That has been my life for as long as I can remember. Unlike my classmates who either had divorced fathers, and therefore paid little attention to them, or whose fathers were the most loving figures that could exist, I had the misfortune of having a despicable one: I never received a show of affection, except in front of other people, he always looked down on me for being different from his "standard of masculinity": strong, confident, fearless, while I had always been thin-skinned, sickly, insecure, shy, cautious, quiet, preferred reading a book to running around with the other kids in my neighborhood, not to mention that I didn't find sports interesting at all.

When I entered high school, he thought that the influence of hormones would make some change in me, unfortunately for him, it was not the case: I remained one of the lowest in the classroom, I was a bag of bones and even when he forced me to join every sports club there was, my passion for sports did not grow in the least, in the end, I ended up joining the Science Club. At home, we barely spoke a word to each other and, of course, since he was the "man of the house", I was in charge of doing all the housework.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really my son," he said to me once when he came home from work, unbuttoned his tie, took off his shoes, and put his feet up on the small table between the sofa and the TV to start watching some of his favorite shows, "We have practically nothing in common.

"The feeling is mutual," I spat at her from the kitchen. To some extent, even physically we were not alike apart from the hair and some facial features. As I said before, I was scrawny, while he was tall, muscular, and attractive. If it weren’t for some gray hair scattered around his peach hair, plus some minimal wrinkles on his face, people would say he was still in his 30s. He always wore stylish clothes that accentuated his attractiveness, he grew a low, but thick beard that covered his square jaw.

"Well, you've got some balls after all," he laughed from the living room, "Give me a beer to celebrate. Who knows, maybe in a few years you'll become a proper man.”

I handed him a case of beer to keep him entertained for a while and forget about my existence. This was my daily life, although he usually arrived after spending an hour or two at the gym he attended, which caused his physical condition was always in the top, perhaps he did not possess a six-pack, but certainly spent so much time in the gym allowed him to maintain a toned midsection with no belly. Sometimes he would go to a nearby bar to have a few drinks with his friends, after which it was common for him to bring some woman on duty and spend the night locked in his room. It's not like I didn't notice them at all, they couldn’t be noisier.

That's how my middle school and high school years went. Fortunately, thanks to my excellent grades and the number of prizes won in every science contest in which I had participated, I got a scholarship to one of the best universities in the country where practically all expenses were going to be paid, which was a relief for me because my mother had made it very clear that he was not going to pay a penny for my studies.

I entered the Pharmacology program and quickly became a member of one of the many laboratories in the faculty. My day consisted of classes and my research in the laboratory, and at night I would return to my dormitory to rest and clear my head from the day. The fact that I was living alone filled me with satisfaction, I was relieved not to have to put up with my father's sarcastic and hurtful comments, as well as his arrogance. Needless to say, since I entered the university communications with him ceased immediately, it seemed that the contempt was mutual.

In my laboratory, we worked with sarcopenia, a disease characterized by the loss of muscle mass. We were investigating drugs to alleviate or even reverse this condition. It was possibly from this that I came up with the brilliant idea of creating something that would not so much increase a person's muscle mass as steal it. It may also have been due to the numerous stories on the subject that I had stumbled upon from time to time on the Internet, and perhaps also because, deep down, I fantasized about the idea of doing that to my own father, of rubbing his face in his strength, of making him see that I was superior.

I didn't give the idea much thought, after all, it was nothing more than a pipe dream, until one day when I was wandering around the library in one of my spare times, I found a most curious book: one of spells. I found it strange to find something like that in the university library, it wasn't until I remembered the history of the institution that it made sense: in its beginnings, the university was related to the esoteric world, it was even speculated that some of the founders were alchemists and sorcerers. Out of curiosity, I borrowed the book to browse through it.

I was pleased with the fact that the spells described in that old volume were not the typical spells you find in those cheap magazines and pamphlets you encounter where they talk about love potions, good luck, and so on. While there was a recipe or incantation to make someone fall in love with you, there were also various spells and potions for countless situations: curses, healing, finding lost objects, changing appearance, being invisible, changing sex, and one that caught my attention: transferring attributes between people.

I spent a long time reading that section, supposedly it was possible to transfer attributes between people without even having physical contact. This could be done in many ways: talismans, potions, or incantations, and the time it took could also vary. It was then that the idea of stealing my father's physique resurfaced in my mind. I meditated for a long time on the matter, the most logical part of me was reluctant to even give it a chance, but a little voice in my head encouraged me to try, I would not lose anything by giving it a chance.

In the end, I took the plunge. Although I did not opt for magic 100%, in this case, I wanted to try to merge both fields: science and magic. I made some copies of the pages where this information appeared in the book, as well as asked the librarian if there were more books of this type. Fortunately, a whole section of the library (the oldest one) dealt precisely with that subject. So, from that day on, I spent as much time as possible collecting information from all those books on the subject.

My research had to stop for a couple of months due to the final exams of the semester. I didn't want to tempt fate by getting lower grades than I normally did, but as soon as they were over, as well as the winter vacations, I continued to accumulate information for another month. In the end, I concluded that it was best to use some amulet as a catalyst for the spell, while some of the substances we were investigating in my research group would be the medium. It was then that I prepared for the experimentation.

It was not difficult for me to order some lab rats to start the experiments. I had good relations with my colleagues and since I promised that my work would not be affected, as it was going to be done during my free time, there was no objection. So, I took a few rats, both healthy and those that were genetically modified to develop sarcopenia, and set up a small laboratory in a secluded and practically abandoned part of the facility.

Many may consider me a genius, but what they say in the movies where the results of research are obtained overnight is completely fictitious. Unexpected results can occur, it is quite common that great discoveries have been serendipitous, but apparently, that was not going to be my case. Progress was slow, extremely slow for my taste. I had to search for the perfect symbol to serve as a talisman to aid in the spell, which was the cause of much of the slow progress. Many of those mentioned in the books seemed to be quite unstable, even ineffective altogether. Those that did work tended to be quite weak, so the transfer was minimal and very short in time. It wasn't until I found one that seemed to be the most effective that I was able to move faster, it seemed that not only the symbol was important, but also the material it was placed on, even how it "mated" with the other talisman it was to be magically connected to.

Once I got past that step, I had to work with the perfect substance, as I not only wanted to steal the other person's strength, but also increase it. While this didn't take me as long as with the symbol, it wasn't after almost a month of trial and error that I hit on the perfect formula: a mixture of the drug we were working with in my research group, some essential amino acids, and growth factors.

Fortunately, I finished the research just before the second-semester exams started, so I turned back to my studies and then, during the summer vacation, I would pay a short visit to my birth house to say hello to my father.

It was hard to determine whether that house belonged to a middle-aged man or a teenager or at least a recent college graduate. When I arrived at my house everything was a mess, my father was definitely taking gender roles literally, as he made little effort to tidy up the house. There was dust everywhere, the floor was dirty, the living room was a mess, I didn't even want to imagine what his room was like, let alone the bathroom. A mountain of thermopacks, cans, and beer bottles was piled up in a corner of the sofa (apparently, he can't even make himself a fried egg), there was a certain stench of sweat, possibly coming from the clothes he wore to the gym.

I was about to leave the house as it was, but in the end, the repulsion of being in such an unpleasant space prompted me to tidy it up a bit: I put the dirty clothes in the hamper, threw the thermopacks, and beer cans and bottles in a garbage bag and cleaned as much of the house as possible.

"You definitely should have been born a woman," my father's deep voice startled me as I was finishing cleaning up. I was so focused on the job that I hadn't even noticed her father's entrance.

"I don't know how you could live in this dump," I replied. There he was again with his teasing, how hard was it to say "Hi, thanks for cleaning up a bit" or something like that?

"Once in a while, some of the girls I bring here do me a favor," he answered, "It's strange to see you here, why this unexpected visit?"

"Nothing, it's your birthday soon and I thought I'd give you a ride," I lied.

"As if that ever mattered to you," he had definitely seen through my lie, he was my father after all, and no one knew me better than him.

"Who knows, maybe I'm trying to heal this toxic relationship between us. I even brought you a gift" At that moment I took out of my backpack that I had placed on the couch before I started cleaning.

"Present and everything!" he was surprised, a moment later he practically snatched the box out of my hands and opened it, inside was a thick silver metal chain.

"I thought you would like it," I said as I watched my father feast his eyes on the piece.

"I love it," he replied, "You do know my tastes very well," after which he put the chain around his neck. I must admit that it looked very good on him, having such a thick neck, the chain emphasized his masculinity even more, it even gave him an air of virility.

"It looks pretty good on you," I smiled, of course, the gift was nothing more than an excuse to carry out my plan.

"By the way, what does the symbol engraved on the pendant mean?" he asked while he grabbed the pendant with one of his hands and brought it to his face to have a better look at it.

"Truthfully, I have no idea" I lied again "I thought it looked nice, so I bought it. You can take it off anyway...".

"Nah, no need to," he interrupted me, a smirk creeping across his face, "I like it."

I breathed a sigh of relief, if I had taken it off my plans would have been ruined.

"Well, it's almost time for lunch, do you want me to prepare something to eat," I asked, I thought it was better to keep him happy to avoid any suspicion.

"You really are very helpful."

"Well, I'm hungry and I'm not really in the mood to eat junk or prefabricated food," I quickly made an excuse, which was not entirely untrue, I didn't like that kind of food, even though I cooked at the university, even though many times I didn't have time for it, "Do you have something in the fridge?"

"I think so."

I quickly made my way to the kitchen. Indeed, there were several things in the refrigerator and they were in good condition.

"It's either my imagination or you've taken to cooking," I joked.

"I'm not useless," he defended himself, "Just because I don't cook very often doesn't mean I don't do it."

"Ok, ok, I won't say anything else" I put myself to work immediately. My father, on the other hand, sat down on the sofa, with his feet on the small table in front of the TV, and started to watch some games on TV.

A while later I set the table and called my father for lunch. I had prepared some beef steaks, his I did medium rare, while mine I cooked a little longer. I also made some boiled potatoes, as well as a spinach salad. Lunch passed practically in silence, as usual between us, not to say that it was one of my father's few demands while I was growing up: no talking while eating.

Once lunch was finished, I went back to the kitchen to do the dishes, while my father returned to the couch. It didn't take long for him to ask me to bring him a beer, at which point I took the opportunity to add the potion I had created and to also put on me the counterpart of the amulet I had given my father.

"Hmm. This beer tastes better than usual for some reason," said my father after drinking the first sip of the cold beverage. For a moment I was worried, I had never thought of the idea that such a potion could alter the taste, fortunately, the result was satisfactory, since my father continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

After draining the contents, he continued watching television, and a few moments later, he returned to order another round of beer. He had always been a good drinker, not to mention his great resistance to alcohol. I quickly went to bring him another, it was better not to make him wait, since one of the things he had no patience for, I had to suffer it several times during my childhood.

It was after pouring the second beer that both charms began to glow, it was the sign that the potion was going to start to take effect. The glow was very faint at first, he probably wouldn't have noticed unless the lights were off, but I did.

"How strange, all of a sudden I feel strange," he complained, I could see how his face contracted in an expression of discomfort, "Was there by any chance something wrong?

"No," I answered immediately, "Besides, I feel perfectly fine," I tried to contain the smile that was forming on my face. The glow of the amulet increased its intensity with each passing second.

"Suddenly it's very hot," he began to pant, I could notice that his forehead began to moisten.

"Do you want me to lower the temperature a little?”

"I think I'd better take off some clothes, for some reason I feel like I'm being constricted," he pulled the collar of the sweater he was wearing a little aside as if to let the cooler air relieve the heat he was feeling. I could see the way sweat patches were growing under his armpits and on his chest.

What do you mean you feel constricted inside your clothes? I thought. I looked down at my body and didn't notice any change, however, I did notice that my father's clothes did indeed feel tighter to his already athletic figure. Something strange was going on.

"Ugh... my whole body hurts, my head too," he complained as he took off his sweater. He was completely bathed in sweat, he kept breathing agitatedly, and his chest was rising and falling with every inhalation and exhalation, it was at that moment that I checked it: he was growing. With every breath of air that entered his lungs, his pecs were growing. I became alarmed.

"I need some water, I'm getting dehydrated" My father gasped, I immediately went to get him water from the kitchen, my mind was in chaos, why wasn't it working, why was he growing and not me, what did I do wrong, where did I fail?

When I returned to the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks and dropped the glass of water, which crashed to the floor, shattered into a thousand pieces, and soaked the carpet. In that small fraction of time, my father had practically doubled in size, especially in width. His arms were huge, I think they were at least 25 inches width, his shoulders broad and round, the trapeziuses rose on either side of his neck, preventing it from moving freely, and the little fat that covered his abs had completely evaporated, so the abdominal muscles were perfectly defined. As for the pecs... I couldn't help but drool over them, they were huge! Still, they weren't unsightly and those dark nipples were inviting to suck on them like a baby would suckle its mother when she's nursing.

That was wrong, it was all wrong, there is no way I should be lusting after my own father, I hated him, I despised him, that body should be mine, he should be consuming himself while I robbed him of everything he had built. That athletic body for which women were fainting. It should be mine...

"Did you say something?" my father's voice, now even deeper, interrupted my train of thought.

"No..." I stammered.

"I thought... ufff... you were saying something about... argh... stealing my body" My father continued to grow, now his pants suffered from the leg muscles that were tirelessly searching for space. But his words worried me, could it be that I had inadvertently said something, even under my breath?

"Stop talking and help me!" my father roared. He was definitely reading my mind, something was going on, this time I was sure because I hadn't said a single word.

I heard the sound of his pants ripping.

"Eh..." I didn't know what to do, it was all too confusing. My father was still growing, he was already reaching bodybuilder proportions. His legs, now uncovered, were pillars of white marble strong enough to support the full weight of his herculean body, his feet had also destroyed the shoes he was wearing, they were huge.

He’s so hot. My mind raved for a few moments, again I was craving that body. That was it, there was no other explanation, I wanted it for me, not him...

"I knew you were a faggot," my father turned to look at me, it seemed that the transformation had stopped. He was practically naked, only a portion of his pants covered his most intimate parts, but it was so small that it looked more like a pair of underwear "But I never imagined you were a degenerate who likes his own father."

"Hey," a cold sweat dampened my forehead, "No, it's not like that...".

"Don't lie, I just heard you... no, I just read your mind," he said as he advanced towards me.

"What did you say? Reading minds? That's impossible," I stammered as I ran backward, trying to run away from my father.

"I think too many weird things have just happened to rule out that possibility," his figure was imposing.

So that was it. Suddenly I heard my father's booming voice again, but my breath froze when I realized that his lips hadn't moved in the slightest, worse, the voice was inside my own head. You tried to steal my physique, to take revenge on me. ha! I don't know what went wrong, but I'm very grateful for the result.

I watched my father raise both arms and flex them in unison, a pair of mountains almost as big as my own head rising between forearms and shoulders, furrowed by veins almost as thick as a pencil.

It's just great. Now I understand those bodybuilders.

He lowered both arms and clasped his hands together in front of his belly to flex the two plateaus he had for pecs. My penis betrayed me at that moment.

Heh, heh, heh. Do you like what you see? My father's voice drilled into my mind, as he continued to pose in front of me, showing every muscle in his body. I fervently denied it, but my penis gave me away.

"I don't know if it's the effect of what you did to me, but I suddenly feel very needy," he put a huge hand to his crotch, "Do you think you can give your father a hand?"

"No," I answered immediately.

Come on, your dick says otherwise, you want me, you want me to dominate you... I'm coming to think that in the end you always wanted it, that I treated you badly, that I belittled you.

"I didn't, I hated you” I shouted trying to drown out his words, but how could I if I heard them inside me?

No, you loved me, you wanted me, like the little faggot you always were, you loved a real man to dominate you, to put you in your place. This is an excuse, you really wanted me to be bigger, more masculine.

"Don't twist my thoughts" I shouted as loud as my vocal cords would allow me "This was an accident, I should be like this, not you."

Come on, I'm sure a smart person like you wouldn't have made a mistake like this, would you?

For a moment I didn't know what to answer.

You know deep down it's true. Come on, as pathetic as you are, I know you were always smarter than me, I'm sure you did thousands of tests and experiments before you did this to me, didn't you?

He was right. I spent months experimenting on mice for this to have happened. Then why did it fail?

It didn't fail, you simply realized your deepest dream: to make me bigger, stronger, sexier, and more virile, so that you could delight even more in my perfection.

My father was very close to me, so close that our breaths mingled, until that moment I had not realized that he was staring into my eyes and I had not looked away.

"I..." I tried to speak, to say something to refute his words.

Come on face it, you didn't want this body for yourself, you wanted it for me. After all, you're a smart guy who doesn't make mistakes.

"But..." It was becoming more and more difficult to form a coherent thought in my head. Each time his words made more and more sense.

There, there, accept your true nature. You wanted to make me like that for sure... even to the point of renouncing my heterosexuality, to satisfy your filthy fantasies, didn't you?

"Yes, you're right” something deep in my mind was screaming that this was not true, that I was being manipulated, that I should run away immediately. But it was such a distant voice, so weak that I paid little attention to it.

That's right, accept yourself as you are, a degenerate faggot. Appreciate my body, worship it... what's more, why don't you clean me of sweat with your tongue?

My body moved by itself; I embraced that man. He was so warm, his muscles were so firm, so big and so wet with sweat, salty and delicious sweat that my tongue began to clean methodically.

That's right, baby, clean up and enjoy those pillows you granted me a few moments ago, suck on that delicious dangling nipple. Your father is very happy.

As if something lit up in my head, the expression on my face changed. A few moments ago, it was an empty one, now it was one dominated by lust and satisfaction, and my father had just praised me. Maybe that was what I had been yearning for so long, a compliment, a praise, a word that made me feel useful.

Your daddy is very proud of you. Keep it up, dedicating yourself to body and soul.

"Yes..." I said as I sucked his nipple greedily, "I'll devote myself to you, I'll do everything you say without complaining."

That's the way I like it. I see you're hungry, why don't you go a little lower and suck my cock? I've been horny for a while now.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned. However, I did not descend immediately, he had ordered me to clean him meticulously, so I licked all the sweat from his chest to his crotch, I paused for a moment delighting in his strong abdominal muscles, his round belly button. When I finally reached his crotch, I immediately pulled down (albeit with some effort due to the enormous musculature he had gained) the remains of his pants and boxer shorts, which, perhaps because of their elastic nature, had resisted the sudden increase in body mass.

I had never gotten to see my father's genitals, but with a glimpse I took of what was "hidden" under the fabric stretched to practically its limit, it was quite large, larger than any I had seen before, either in porn or in real life. When I pulled down his panties, his member quickly stood up straight, almost hitting me in the face. It was huge, almost the size of my forearm, a little darker than my father's skin, veiny, hot, juicy. Beneath it hung a pair of balls almost as big as a clenched fist.

Although my father smelled delicious, nothing compared to the scent of that region. It was a fragrance that denoted virility, and power. I stayed a few seconds just enjoying that aroma, but some grunts from my father brought me back to reality, so I got down to work: I took out my tongue and began to lick all that member, from the base to the tip, both in its ventral and dorsal region, as well as the sides, delighting myself with the rough texture that gave them the veins so evident to the naked eye.

You really know how to use that tongue, eh, boy? I don't think any woman so far has ever been so fond of my penis.

My cheeks flushed at those words, so I continued to give my best effort, I had to please him.

A translucent liquid began to drip from the tip. I immediately set about drinking it, it was salty and somewhat spicy. To prevent it from being completely wasted, I inserted the tip of the penis into my mouth. Glad to know I have a big one, I don't think many people would be able to swallow that monster, however, there I was, gradually opening my jaws to their fullest extent to insert it inside my mouth. Once this was done, my head moved back and forth along the entire length of my father's penis, my tongue would not stop, although it was not able to move as much as I would have liked due to the limited space in my mouth.

You're a real champ at being able to get that monster.

I'm sure he meant it in a mocking tone, but I didn't care, I just had to obey him, and the order at that moment had been for me to suck his cock, so that's what I would do.

It didn't take long for my father to move his hips back and forth due to the excitement he was getting from the blowjob I was giving him. His penis, therefore, began to thrust roughly into my throat. At first, it bothered me a little, I even felt like throwing up, but I resisted, I had to comply.

"That's it, take your daddy's cock completely," he said loudly between moans of pleasure. I tried to answer something, but my mouth was completely occupied by his penis.

"Ufff" Apparently the vibrations on his member, provoked by my attempt to speak, gave him a pleasurable sensation "That felt good, keep doing it."

I obeyed. As I suffered the fellatio, my mouth generated a vibration to make the act more pleasurable. My father only moaned or gasped from the effort and pleasure, in my mouth spilled all that pre-seminal liquid that I drank without thinking much about it, I just left it long enough in my mouth to savor it.

"Ah... ready," my father struggled to formulate words between gasps, "I'm coming."

No sooner had he finished saying those words than I felt a slight contraction of his penis and immediately a warm, viscous liquid rushed down my throat and into my stomach. My father arched his body back and brought his waist forward so that the penetration was even deeper. There was a second discharge, then a third and a fourth, with each one the amount of semen was less, but even so, it was more than many ejaculations I had seen previously. I couldn't help but feel full when he had finished.

He pulled his penis out of my mouth slowly, as if he still wanted to enjoy the warmth of my mouth as much as possible. Once out, a trickle of saliva, pre-seminal fluid, and semen, all mixed, still bound us together. My father wanted to say something, but I preempted his thoughts, reached over, and carefully cleaned his penis.

I actually liked this dynamic. His voice was booming in my head again. Not to mention this body I got. He flexed his arms again, I just stood there, kneeling, with a look of admiration.

I must tell you; you suck better than a lot of women I've been with. I think I'm going to make some adjustments in my life from now on, just like you will.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes" he spoke again with his lips and his gaze fell on me “I won't be the only one with changes, although yours won't be as drastic, or at least I think so.”

"What do you want to change about me? Tell me and I'll do it," I begged.

"That's the way I like it, that you obey," his white teeth were completely exposed with the huge smile he formed on his face.

"I will always obey you, so that Daddy will be happy," I continued, this time I crawled to his feet and clung to one of his legs, always without taking my eyes off his eyes. “And then you compliment me.”

"Perfect. You know I always expected you to be a more manly son, right? Well, from now on you will be," his eyes emitted a slight gleam, but I didn't give it any importance, only attending to his words "From now on you will enjoy sports as much as I do, you will drink beer next to me on the couch while we watch a game on TV."

"Yes, Daddy, that's what I'll do.”

"You will also come with me to the gym, you will behave like a real alpha male in front of everyone, although at home you will be my bitch and you will do what I tell you to do.”

"Yes, I will,” I nodded again.

"I just realized I can access your memories with this new brain-reading ability and I saw how you made the potion and the amulet you transformed me with. I think we should create some more, for me and you. I want you to be big and strong, maybe not as big as me, but just as masculine. Tomorrow you will go to college again and prepare more, this time with the following specifications.”

I listened, or rather let it embed in my mind the specifications of the formula he wanted. The next day I went back to the university and did as I was asked, I made two potions, one for me and one for my father. Then I went back. We both drank them immediately.

It felt so good the change, even more when I saw my father changing as well. This time he grew more in height, gradually adding inch by inch, from 5’10’’ to 6’88. This time he did not tear any clothes, a pity, that scene of last night was hot. Yet his measures increased, his arms girth reached 30 inches, veins form roads across them, even some were also visible in his pecs and calves. Those pecs became massive, nipples faced entirely to the floor and I bet his vision was blocked as well after that growth. And his back… it was a wall as big and powerful as the Chinese Great Wall with all those valleys and hills that shifted with every movement of his torso.

My growth was not as impressive as my dad’s, after all he told me to not be as large as him, yet, for a scrawny guy like me, it was astonishing. I felt and enjoyed how my clothes became tighter with every breath I too, I saw how my arms filled the sleeves of my t-shirt, how my inexistent chest ballooned to live. I flexed my arms and tore the sleeves, then I tore the rest of the shirt with the new strength I had acquires, exposing the magnificent torso I was developing. It felt really good, I rapidly became hooked to that sensation of being strong, masculine, powerful, I wanted more, I would definitely go with my father to the gym and drink as many protein-shakes and supplements as possible, so one day I would be as big as he was, so he would always be proud of me.

We both stood before each other, glancing and inspecting our marvelous bodies. My father was taller than me by a foot, but I did not mind, he was in charge, so he needed to be bigger than me. He was a mountain of muscle and power, his hands capable of turning rocks into dust and his legs were so strong that I did not doubt that he would bend a steel wall with just one kick. I was strong too, strong enough so average men would think it twice before challenging me, but still far away of bodybuilder’s range.

I spent the rest of the summer vacation at my father's house. As he had instructed me, we watched sports together, always with a case of beer at hand. In the afternoons, as soon as my father got off work, I would go with him to the gym and we would spend about one to two hours. As my body was athletic and manly, I had already noticed several people who gave me too long glances, but I only had eyes for my father, although from time to time he allowed me to have an encounter with someone (rather he invited him and we shared it between the two of us).

I made, at my father's suggestion, of course, some modifications to my person. I cut my hair in a similar way to my father's: the sides were much shorter than the hair on the top of my skull; I tattooed a sort of necklace around my neck, it was to represent that I belonged to my father only, plus a few other tattoos on my arms to accentuate my masculinity. My father also got tattoos, both arms and the shoulder blades area were covered with tattoos.

After the summer vacation was over, I went back to college, but I had to come home every weekend to have a good time with him and take care of him like a good householder.