Step Father Intervention Part 02

“Hey there Mr. Jackson,” Dillon said as Richard opened up the door. His eyes went wide drinking in the large man in front of him. “Is-Is Austin home?” he choked out. His eyes darted away but kept trying to peak at Richard’s body. 

“Hey there Dillon,” Richard replied with a chipper tune. He wrapped his big arm around the little guy and lead him into the house. “Yeah. He’s just in the bathroom right now. He should be out at any minute.” Richard pulled out his phone and started typing something in it that would cause Austin to take quite a bit more time. He stared down at Dillon trying his hardest to hide the little boner in his pants. 

“Ok, I think I’ll go wait in Dillon’s room then…” he took a deep breath trying to contain his composure. 

Richard could see it in his eyes as he fought hard not to look at his oversized body stuck in undersized clothes. He even flexed a few times, watching the red slowly grow onto his face. “Nonsense!” Richard’s deep voice boomed. He added a laugh and smile as Dillon braced against his body and then forced himself away. “I feel like I haven’t talked to you in ages. You’re one of Austin’s only friends. Why shouldn’t I get to know you a little better?”

Dillon’s eyes went wide as his mouth dropped. A series of inarticulate syllables escaped his mouth as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to leave the conversation. He didn’t know what he could have even said as Richard wrapped his arm around him again leading him into the living room. Dillon took his seat on the couch and tried to stare at anything other than Richard.

“It’s alright buddy,” Richard laughed. “I know I look intimidating, but I’m really not. All I wanted to do was talk a little bit.” He pulled out his phone again and started typing into it. ‘Dillon feels comfortable speaking honestly but uncomfortable lying.’ “Besides I wanted to know what his people think of such an asshole.”

“He’s not that bad…” he lied. Suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable as he sat there, switching the weight of his feet back and forth on his legs. “I mean… Well he’s a bit of an ass… I guess.”

“You can make fun of him. I know full well that he’s an ass.” Richard continued. He saw Dillon lighten up a little bit more.

“I mean yeah. I just wish he wouldn’t comment on how skinny I am. Like I just don't gain weight very well. It's just not fair. And I don't like how he talks about how I don’t have a girlfriend. Or whatever...” he trailed off again as he thought about the last one again.

Richard leaned forward. “Well, is that something you've been wanting to change?” 

Again Dillon’s head shot to the ground. He stared at his shoes, glancing over his small body. It was something he hated about himself. Moreover it was something Austin wouldn’t stop talking about. Even if Austin was more bulk than muscle, his size still gave him so many advantages that Dillon had always felt like he lacked. It also didn’t help that someone like Richard was sitting in front of him. Seeing the massive man, barely fitting into his clothes, perfectly encapsulated how he felt; emasculated.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“No, I’m just really turned on and I know I’m not supposed to be,” Dillon admitted. He seemed to relax as he said it. He shook his head realizing that it wasn’t something he was supposed to say. “Sorry… It’s just that you’re really hot,” a light blush crossed his face but he was at least looking in Richard’s direction know. That wasn't the part he was embarrassed about though.

Richard noticed the diversion but ignored it. “You think?” He threw up a flex, his bulging arm filled the sleeve of his shirt completely. As he made it bounce the sleeve bounced with it.

“Yeah…” Dillon laughed. A deeper sense of comfort washed over him as said it. His shoulders relaxed and he leaned his thin body back into the couch. “Is that okay?” he added, the shame coming back to him.

“Course it is buddy,” Richard smiled. “I’d feel like an asshole if I took a complement as an insult.” 

“I guess,” Dillon trailed off. There was some something bothering him as he said it. The discomfort in his voice seemed to come back as he looked away.

“What? Something wrong?”

“Well… It’s just that… I don’t…” Each time he tried to lie he grew even more uncomfortable. He didn’t want to have to tell the truth. Just feeling it bubbling up it was almost impossible not to. “What if I didn’t want to be gay?” Richard’s face dropped at the realization of what Dillon had just admitted to. “Sorry. I shouldn’t say things like that.” 

“It’s fine,” Richard didn’t know how he was supposed to respond to a comment like that. He didn’t like that his step son would make fun of him for being gay but at the same time wanted him to just accept himself. “So if you could be anything, what would you want to be?”

A broad grin made Dillon’s face shine. “One of those bodybuilder types that get all the women to hang off their arms all the time. Like their size is enough of a statement to keep people at bay. Someone kind of like you…” he trailed off. His smile started to fade as he thought about it more. “But that’s just a whole lot of work. And I don’t really have motivation or time to do it. Plus I’d just feel like a dumbass if I went to the gym.”

“It’s not that bad,” Richard laughed. “Just an hour a day at the gym, five days a week, and watch what you eat. Does that sound too bad?”

“No…” Dillon sat up thinking about it. “Not really…”

“That’s the spirit,” Richard encouraged. “Maybe I’ll let you come work out with me sometime too.”

Dillon’s face went red. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea…”

“Why’s that?”

“Err…” he rubbed his crotch trying to ease his boner. “Er… Well… It’s just… I don’t know if I’d be able to last…” A blush ran over his face again as he said it. The light embarrassment of what he was implying was too much. Even with the app overriding his fears, he still had a really difficult time admitting that.

Richard let out a hearty laugh. “That’s nothing to worry about buddy. I’ll make sure to go nice and slow,” he added, ignoring the clear innuendo. He pulled out his phone and started typing into it. He had a pretty good idea of who Dillon was. The kid just didn’t stand a chance with a bully like Austin. Even if they were ‘friends’ he obviously wanted more out of the friendship than what Austin was willing to give. He just needed someone to give him a little push. “Sorry buddy, I just need to send a quick text,” Richard lied as he pulled out his phone. 

Dillon just nodded, used to people like Austin just pulling out their phones in his presence. Richard hated the idea of it. ‘Dillon is working as a personal trainer at the local gym. He participated in whatever sport he really wanted to growing up giving him a start at working out and then after starting college, he really got into bodybuilding if his chosen sport didn’t work out. Dillon’s bisexual.’ Richard mulled over the last sentence. ‘It’ll be his choice then…’ he reasoned with himself. However only him and his step son would notice anything different.

When Richard hit enter he already started to notice the changes. It was so much easier on his small, frail body. Muscle was quickly packing onto his frame. It was hard for him to keep his arms at his sides as his biceps thickened into much stronger arms. The oversized hoodie quickly filled out as pound after pound of muscle added to his frame. He moved naturally as each new pound was added. His jittery, over controlled motions smoothed out as reality warped around him. 

Dillon leaned back into the couch, positioning himself more comfortable. His legs spread out allowing his dick to freely fill the space between his broadening legs. The blue jeans he was wearing stretched across his legs. Even down to his calves, the each leg muscle could be easily seen. It wasn’t until his shoes changed from their bland white color to something far more vibrant and eye catching did Richard realize those were growing too. As Dillon’s body stretched and filled the couch out more, the type of clothes he was wearing changed with it. Even though he was still wearing a hoodie, it fit his body better; perfect for showing off his chest and arms. It was the perfect size to pull against his body to show off its natural size. 

“What were we talking about?” Dillon asked stupidly. Despite not losing any of his intellect, his speech had still slowed down a little bit. He raised his hand to his thick chin with just a bit of scruff he’d clearly forgotten to shave off this morning. Even his trimmed hair seemed to fall in the right place. 

“Just about your wrestling in college,” Richard smiled. The information was still flowing into his mind but the conversation they’d just had was completely different. Instead of being Austin’s friend he was a trainer at the local gym. Richard had seen him working out and decided to ask if he could help Austin out a little bit. Dillon agreed. “And what you were thinking Austin should be put through.”

“That’s right,” Dillon laughed. He didn’t know what was supposed to be funny, it just helped lighten the mood. “But 5 days a week might be a bit much if he’s never worked out before. Probably should start him off with four and probably about 45 minutes then add some warm up and cool down to fill the rest of the hour. But I can train him!” he added some enthusiasm to finish it off.

“Whatever you think is best,” Richard said. He could see Austin coming from around the corner. 

Austin stared at the personal trainer. “Dill-Dillon?” he asked. His tried to cover up the boner he’d just sprung again as he looked over at his body. 

“In da flesh bro,” Dillon leaned against the couch making himself completely comfortable. “I know we didn’t get along much in high school but like your dad here thinks I should help train ya.”

“Step-dad,” Austin corrected.

Richard cocked a smile. “Regardless, I think it’ll be good for you to see a personal trainer. You’ve been putting on a lot of weight recently and your mother and I are worried about you.”

Austin tried to wrap his mind around what was going on. He was trying to think about his relationship between the two of them. Dillon had always been someone he could easily order around and do whatever he wanted. But right now, he and Dillon barely knew each other. They had a few classes together but nothing to where Dillon would ever talk to him. He remembered seeing the jock all over school, bragging about each time he won a wrestling match. Austin would then go home trying to visualize it in his head. Over and over. 

His dick grew hard again. “Fuck no,” Austin said.

“Excuse me?” Richard stood up dwarfing his step son. 

“I-I-I mean,” Austin was trying to find something to say, “what if I just say no?”

A malicious smile crossed Richard’s face. “You can try…” He held up the phone and waggled it back and forth. The bright screen shined in his face. ‘Austin will work out with Dillon.’