This choice: Accept. He's your father, after all. • Go Back... You accepted your father's offer, but his excessive excitement was making you regret it as he gave you a pat in the back that almost tipped you over. And just as he was shocked by his own strength, you were shocked by where your eyes gazed due to the recoil.
To say he was 'packing' would have been an injustice to just how much mass was seemingly confined in his pants. And if the 'shape' was any indication, your father was really in 'need'.
“Solara! Are you okay?! Sorry, sorry, I...” He yelled, clearly worried of having hurt you.
You straightened back up. Your back didn't seem to hurt, but it surely knocked the breath out of you, combined with what you just saw.
“Dad, I'm fine.” You tried to shrug off, but he was holding you by your shoulders with no hope of getting free.
“I'm sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength anymore.” He chuckled, but if the way his yellow feather coat flattened against his body was an indication he was really worried.
“Dad, as much I may be your daughter, I now am a grown woman who has had to deal with far less self-conscious meatheads before.” You jokingly scolded him, making his lips curl into a slight smile.
His smile faded faster than light as you raised a hand and pointed down to his pants.
“This includes knowing that you probably need to take care of that.” You hummed, finally free of his hold as his hands shot down to his crotch. “I'll... I'll be in my room, listening to music... Really, loud music.”
He was about to tell you off, but you were already sprinting up the stairs.
One part of him was glad that you weren't mad at or scared of him. The rest of him, however, was embarrassed beyond what anyone had any right to feel in their lifetime.
- - -
As it was late afternoon, all you and your father had time for together was dinner, and after that straight to sleep.
He was extremely quiet, and he really tried to avoid your gaze until you two bumped into each other as you cleaned the dining table.
He was still overly apologetic, but he was also thanking you for 'understanding'. Since it was a moment of honesty, you told him the 'little things' that went through with roommates, proving that you weren't exactly shy of talking about what his needs were if needed. You could see his face turn into a scowl to scold you, but you raised your hand.
“That is off limits, dad, I know.” You said. “I wasn't going to imply or ask anything of the sort.”
“And you're talking pretty specific, Solara.” He retorted, his scowl fading slightly but not completely.
Maybe you should set the record straight-er.
“Dad, I don't know what's been going on with you this past year.” You said, trying to keep your best calm as he loomed over you. “Or how have things been truly between you and mom in that same time. But you promised that you would take me to your same gym. If that gym's pedigree is what's in front of me, then you don't have to worry about me trying 'stuff' with you. I ain't into that 'stuff' anyway. Maybe I'll find some other man there. But, not you.”
You almost expected him to reply, instead you found yourself engulfed by his arms. And for a moment you swore you heard him sob. You tried to return the hug, as best you could given his monumental torso.
“Thanks, sweetie.” He sighed. “You... Me and mom have been so busy that we've barely seen each other for almost two weeks, and knowing that you're back here, at home... Damn.”
After a few minutes of tender father-daughter affection, you two set to prepare for the night. If that was even possible.
- - -
Your morning wake was, to say the least, rough.
You knew your father did his best to be discreet, but his 'stress-relief' had the windows shaking a couple times through the night. This whole growth spurt deal took a 'toll' on him, if being too virile for one's own good could be considered that. Between grunts and roars coming from the bathroom he locked himself in, it was anything but a 'quiet' night in the house.
This set your choice from last night into stone. You'd go to his same gym. Not just to try to catch up to your old man, or score a proper boyfriend, but also to find out just what was done to your father.
Josef told you that he'd take you there first thing in the morning, so you dressed with your 'regular' gym wear. Stretchy shorts, a simple tank top, and then covered it all with baggy trousers and hoodie. Your gym bag carried some spares, and your last batch of supplements.
Your father waited for you at the front door, and his own gym wear was a declaration of war to your eyes. He too was wearing shorts and a tank top, except that on his bulk they could well have been a body paint and they'd be no different from what you were seeing.
As you two walked the brief distance to the gym, you tried to properly gauge your father's measurements. Not like it'd be hard to, considering he didn't even bother to cover up.
For his height you were on the point, 6' 10”. For his weight, you had really undersold him last night, exposed as he was in the sunlight like this, your estimate shot up closer to the 400 lb mark. The rest of the numbers came by themselves. Arms, 21.5”. Legs, you'd hazard an estimate of 31”, absolutely enormous even at his size. Along with what you 'saw' and 'heard' last night, it was clear that a bit 'all' of him grew.
Before you even realized it, he stopped, pointing you to the building the gym was set into.
“'Primal Spirit'.” You read aloud.
“That's the place.” Your father announced proudly before walking through the front door.
The place looked nice enough, but its name was feeling a bit tacky on its own. That went double as it was made with a font reminiscing of Jurassic Park, making you roll your eyes. A deal is a deal, however, and tacky signage was no excuse to break promises.
With grit teeth, you step on, entering after your father.
The lobby reception was, in appearance, fairly normal. This included the female receptionist. It was a dinosaur anthro, like you and your father.
The triceratops anthro beamed a smile at you as you walked in, as seemingly your father was talking to her.
“And this is my sweet daughter.” He announced, making you roll your eyes.
“Hi, and welcome to Primal Spirit.” The triceratops said, evidently this was her spiel for newcomers. “Your father has been telling me you want try out our membership?”
“Yeah, among other things.” You chuckled.
“Such as?” She inquired, tilting her head slightly, looking at your father with eyes that would turn him into a fossil if they could.
“Well, just what kind of training can I expect?” You asked, trying to take some of the triceratops heated glare away from your father without taking him off the coals yet.
“We have everything.” She replied, leaning lightly on the desk. “Anything for any discipline, muscle group, and routine you could conceivably require in the bounds of reality.”
Now that she leaned on the desk, you could see that while she wasn't slim, she wasn't huge either. Well toned, well shaped. She definitely enjoyed the gym's perks herself, but unlike your father she seemed fine with not overdoing it.
“Tell you what, girl.” The triceratops said, putting on her best saleswoman smile as she fished a flyer from behind her desk and handing it to you. “I can give you a one week free trial, so you can try every equipment you feel like trying. If you feel like they're not up to snuff for you, let us know.”
She held the flyer right in front of you. To be fair, you were already set on trying the gym anyway, so she had you sold at 'free trial'.
As you grabbed the flyer you heard a telltale creaking of fabric being stretched slightly past their limit. Just a glance at your father confirmed that he had been holding his breath the entire time, exhaling in relief at you accepting the receptionist's offer.
“Name's Lena by the way.” She smiled, leaning back into her chair.
“Solara.” You replied.
“I know, your father is so proud of you that sometimes he can't hold his tongue.” Lena said, throwing another morale-pulverizing glare at your father. “In fact, the first few times he came here, he cited you as his inspiration to-”
“Lena!” Your father yelled, his feathers standing on end.
As you compiled the flyer for the free trial, the two set to argue. Lena seems like a fine person, and if your father's behavior around her was any indication, she must've been as tough as your mother if rubbed wrong.
It was but a few seconds, and Lena and Josef had already settled their argument, mostly due to you simply glaring at them for making such a scene. If hadn't known better, you could have sworn Lena and Josef were very close acquaintances. She might not be the one who pumped up your father, but you certainly need to look more into what's going on between these two.
“Thank you, dear.” Lena said, resuming her saleswoman smile as she picked up the compiled flyer. “Would you like a tour of the establishment, or get straight to work?”
“I'll be in the lockers while you decide.” Your father quipped, before pacing away faster than you ever seen him do. He didn't sound distressed or anything, but that walk made it look urgent.
“So?” Lena leaned in again.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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