His Dad continued to go along his train of thought, thinking about his son, Mike. "Michael is a masculine name," thought Mike's father, "He should be playing football and wrestling." While his father tried to be open minded, he couldn't help feel he was cheated in the genetics formula, he had an above average build and won a few local bodybuilding competitions when he was in college. But his son was so small compared to what he had in mind, where did his genes fall? He remembered his entire family was pretty big, his uncle was almost 7'2" and he remembered his bodybuilding brother. His own dad was a giant, 6'6 and 280 lbs. In fact, you could say HE was the small one in the family. He remembered getting teased by his masculine cousines and brothers. He wanted to live through his son, he wanted Mike to be bigger than them all. He wanted the rest of his family to see his son grow larger than any of them. He hoped that Mike was a late start bloomer... maybe it wasn't too late.
Or maybe Mike may be blooming right now.
As Mike smirked at himself in the mirror he noticed that his growth was beginning to take a sudden turn. His growth had just started slowing down to finish a very hot wrestler/swimmer's build. But suddenly, his Dad's wishes seemed to have become much bolder. Mike grunted deeply as a surge of energy exploded inside his chest. His chiseled pectorials began pumping up, larger and more powerful. His neck grew denser and thickened dramatically under his powerfully handsome face. His shoulders pumped fuller, adding another foot between them. The biceps and triceps swelled against each other, stretching powerfully to the massive forearms. He was much bigger than grandpa and still growing, maybe to surpass Uncle Rob, Mike's member twitched at the thought, before ripping out of the boxors under its own mass. His thighs were monstrous, bowing out like iron pillows, supported by massive ham-like calves. Mike could never believe his father was so insatiable for strength.