"So you must be Pop’s online friend," the young lizard huffs, crossing his arms. He looks the sheep over. It was hard to tell with all the wool growing in on the sheep’s frame, but from what it looked it, the ovine was pretty big. Derek had to admit that maybe the sheep was bodybuilder material.
"Derek!" Trent growls, his voice dropping low and intimidating. The massive lizard and former bodybuilder towers over his son, an imposing 400 pounds of draconic beef versus a comparatively puny 180 pounds of athletic muscle.
"Trent it’s-" the ram starts.
"Well, just to let you know, Gawain, anything you’ve done with Dad, me and Simon have done first!" the buff, teen lizard snorts, cutting off Trent’s new ‘friend.’ The lizard turns and books it out of the room before his father can even move a muscle. Trent’s face blanches as a storm of footsteps booms up the stairs.
"G-Gawain, ahem, I can explain," the humongous lizard coughs, a huge blush creeping up on his cheeks. The worst part was that it was true, his sons had... erm, attended to his needs a couple times. To be fair, his son, Derek, had taken advantage of his loneliness, but that was no real excuse. He knew he enjoyed it... and so did his sons.
"It’s okay, Trent," the sheep replies, equally embarrassed by the lizard’s son’s outburst. "We’ve gone over this before." The buff sheep chuckles and places a hand on Trent’s. "I don’t approve of what you’ve done, and I hope I don’t see you take part of that again. But we can move past it." The sheep leans in for a faint kiss on the lizard’s chiseled jawline, causing Trent’s scales to turn even redder in the cheek.
"With you around, I don’t think that’ll be a problem," Trent rumbles with a smile, his guttural growl of pleasure causing the air around him to vibrate. He wraps his arms around Gawain and the sheep lets out a happy bleat as he wraps his arms around Trent’s thick neck. "What say we hit the hay?"
"Mm, I’d like that," Gawain coos sultrily. "But no funny business tonight, from the sounds of it, you need your sleep." He leans over and nuzzles the gargantuan of a lizard on the muzzle.
"You don’t have to tell me twice," Trent chuckles, a big grin on his face, for once feeling complete. It was like an incredible weight was taken off his shoulders. The lizard knew he’d be sleeping well tonight now that he had his incredible little sheep beside him. He lifts Gawain off the ground and cradles the mammal like a baby, bringing him up the stairs. That’s when he sees his youngest peering through the cracks of the stair’s bannisters.
"Simon?" Trent guffaws, pausing in his footsteps.
"Hi, Dad," the little lizard chirps. "Are you going to bed with him?" Unlike Derek, there was no malice in Simon’s question.
"Yes, son," Trent replies with a warm smile, there was no hiding his elation.
"Gosh, you’re really big, Gawain," Simon remarks, causing the sheep to blush a bit.
"Bigger everyday," the sheep replies with a chuckle, flexing his massive bicep. "Just got ‘em over 20" the other day!" Simon’s eyes go wide and he nods. It wasn’t obvious underneath all that floof, but Simon realizes Gawain wasn’t a slouch like Derek though he was.
"Wow. I’m getting bigger too, but I’m not that big yet," Simon says. The tiny lizard scampers to his doorway and says one last remark.
"Goodnight, Dad, Gawain, don’t be too loud, please," Simon says curtly before turning to go to his own bedroom.
"S-Sim-" Trent blurts, almost dropping Gawain. For his part, the sheep is trying hard to keep his laughter in.
"I like that little guy," the sheep remarks.
"Well, I hope they like you too," Trent coughs as he continues on to his bedroom.
**
It was a lot for the sheep to process. Sleeping next to the hulking lizard once more, he wasn’t used to the rhythmic breathing or the warmth. It was pleasant, like sleeping next to a warm, dry stone. And while he was definitely excited to see Trent again, a good few inches of excitement more than Trent had seen the last time they had met, he wanted the lizard to catch up on his beauty rest.
But his rod wasn’t going to take care of itself, and he knew very well that he might wake the slumbering titan if he decided to wank off right beside him (even if Trent was the perfect wank-off material). So Gawain carefully slips out of bed, shirtless and only in his distended tighty-whiteys.
The muscular sheep meanders through the house, carefully stepping down the stairs in the dark to the main floor. He was looking for a powder room to duck into and jack-off. But that’s when he hears something almost a rhythmic as Trent’s breathing coming from the basement. It was an unmistakeable sound to the sheep, the clanging of iron. Someone was working out in the wee hours of the night.
With a burning curiosity, the sheep begins to descend into the basement. As soon as he reaches the landing of the stairs, he sees who it was. There, in the middle of set of chest flies was Trent’s eldest son, Derek. The lizard was caked in perspiration, his muscles glistening as he pushed rep after rep until failure. Gawain gulps as he realizes the lizard must’ve been at it for a while because Derek was positively pumped! Every muscle on the smaller lizard’s body was jutting out of his frame.
"T-thirteen, f-fourte-" Derek growls. Gawain’s eyes widen as he realizes the lizard was losing control of the lift, his centre of gravity veering to the side. The sheep quickly steps in and stabilizes the lizard. "Grr, I had it," the lizard growls angrily.
"You’re welcome, by the way," the sheep replies lightly.
"Argh! You think you’re all that, just ‘cause you’re bigger than me!" Derek snarls. "Dad doesn’t need you, he has me and Simon!"
"You know very well your father shouldn’t be doing that with his sons, underage sons I should add," Gawain replies coldly, lifting his chin up.
"Yeah? You better watch out, Gawain. Soon, I’m gonna be more man that you can handle. You wanna know how dad got so big? It’s ‘cause his dad, my grandpa, is a dragon. We got dragon’s blood in us. Hehe," the lizard chuckles darkly and flexes his pumped arms, veins exploding along the length of his biceps. "I’m growing like crazy. Grandpa says I’ll be as big as dad by the time I graduate high school. Can your puny head even imagine that, Gawain? I’m gonna completely dwarf you. And don’t get me started on Simon. That twerp’s got it especially bad. Grandpa says Sim might be twice Dad’s size by the time he hits college. So as you can see, we got plenty of muscle going on around here." The lizard takes a step forward and moves his arms down into a most muscular pose. It was laughably small compared to Trent’s, but Gawain can tell Derek definitely has the body to grow into a titan.
Little did Derek know, just a few short weeks ago, he and Derek would probably be around the same size; big, muscular, athletic. But now, Gawain was in a totally different league, he had the size of a pro-bodybuilder (albeit, not the truly massive superheavyweights yet) and he was just getting started. He could wave that fact in front of Derek’s face, but that wouldn’t do. No, Gawain already knows he loves Trent, and he knows Trent loves his son. Even if he’s being a total little shit right now.
"Ahem, Derek, I know this must be really hard on you and Simon right now. It must’ve been tough on your dad not having your mother around."
"Shut up!" Derek roars.
Gawain moves forward and places a paw on Derek’s shoulder. He’s surprised by how hot the lizard’s scales were, a testament to how hard the teen works out. "Look, Derek. I’m not here to replace your mom. That will never change. The love your dad felt for your mom is real. But I love him too. And me and Trent being together? That won’t change that fact, okay?" The sheep moves in and hugs the young lizard. Derek begins to cry and to Gawain’s surprise, he returns the hug.
"O-okay," Derek whimpers. "I guess Dad did choose a good guy," he chuckles, wiping his eyes dry.
"Your dad’s one smart cookie, if I say so myself," Gawain chuckles back. "Ahem, so I see I’ve caught you in the middle of a workout. Mind if I jump in?"
**
Trent smacks his palate as he wakes from a peaceful slumber. He hadn’t had a good night’s rest in a while. Sleeping next to Gawain put his mind at ease, that sheep really- Wait…
"Gawain?!" Trent bolts up with a start, shaking off the sleep with a frantic shake of his head as he tries to locate his cute, little sheep friend.
"Gawain?!" he yells as he makes his way out of his room. He rushes down the stairs and sees Simon rummaging through the fridge, armfuls of food in his thin arms. "Simon? What the heck is going on?"
"Your boyfriend’s a freak, dad," the little lizard replies cryptically as he loads up a blender with fresh fruits and veggies and practically half a tub of protein powder.
"What the-" Trent’s jaw goes slack as he sees the piles of used up protein powder cannisters. That was a whole month’s supply... for three growing lizards.
The hulking lizard rushes down the stairs and his jaw practically hits the floor. Derek was standing over Gawain, the sheep totally devoted to lifting on the bench as his son siphons the protein shake down Gawain’s throat with a funnel. Simon was right, Gawain was a freak. A growing one at that. The sheep had to put on a good 10 or so pounds since he last saw him and he had a huge erection threatening to destroy his underwear.
"Look at this, Dad!" Derek yells. "AAAAAH!" he screams into Gawain’s ear, but the sheep has no reaction, he just grunts like a wild animal as he continues to lift like one. "Nothing! It’s like he’s in a trance!"
However, as Simon comes down the stairs with Gawain’s next ‘meal’, something happens…
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