At that moment there was a giant, booming 'CRASH!' inside the warehouse, followed immediately by a high pitched siren. Brenden jumped so high from fright his head hit one of the steel supports and bent it. He looked over to the opposite end of the warehouse to see the thick end cement wall was completely caved in.
It was Rick. He had smashed through the wall in search of Brenden. And now he had found him again.
"There you are pip squeak!" Rick grunted as he manouevred his wide, muscular frame sideways and through the opening he created, kicking some large cement boulders like soccerballs to make way.
"Don't you hate it when your parents catch you jacking off?!" he said with an evil grin.
Brenden of course still held the hose against his horse dick, as his whole body still visibly throbbed. He could feel the growing sensation inside him getting stronger every minute, and although Rick was mocking him Brenden looked to be quite distracted merely by himself at the moment.
"Are you listening to me punk!" Rick snarled, his eyes flickering with anger. He was now clearly mad with power.
He puffed out his round and muscular pecs, so they rose up like stone boulders across his chest. Then followed suit with his other muscles, also tensing and expanding them in an attempt to look intimidating. "Fuck yeah..." he said approvingly, distracted by his own expanded muscles for a moment.
Alhough Brenden was now considerably larger than Rick (especially since he was edging on another growth spurt) in Rick's mind he still had the upper hand.
Rick wore only a king-size bed sheet that he had stolen from a neighbour's clothesline, barely wrapped around his muscular thighs and narrow waist in an attempt to cover his obscene package. This was somewhat of a futile attempt however as even now as it lay flaccid his dick and balls both hung just above his knees, and 3/4 of their size still hung below the improvised underwear.
Below him, Rick was followed by several scattered groups of army personel that had been on his trail. All wielding guns, some began to shoot at will.
"Bwahahaha!" Rick laughed, making a mockery of their attempt to bring him down. His skin was now thick enough to repell the bullets. He barely felt a thing.
"You filthy flies!" He said as he clenched his fists.
He turned around to face them and bent his torso forward.
"Think I should swat the little pests?!" he said teasingly to Brenden.
Brenden ran towards Rick, but Rick was quick to reprimand him.
"Uh uh uh", Rick said as he waved a finger from side to side.
"You'll stay right where you are if you want the little maggots alive"
Brenden stopped, unwilling to have any more blood shed by Rick.
"That a boy, now... I think it's time we had a little step-father and son chat..."