You figure you'll indulge dad and get a doctor over to check him out. He calls one up and, surprisingly, the doctor makes a house call. It must be part of your wish as you've been so focused on making sure the world suited your needs and you decide that this should keep going until you need to make another wish. It was all working out rather well otherwise! Though those were thoughts for later. Currently, the doctor was in and checking on your dad with his stethoscope to make sure everything was still ticking and correctly working in that big body of his.
"Well," the doctor says as he takes out the earpieces and stuffs the instrument into his bag. "You're fine! Heart rate is perfect, lungs sound great, no sign of any issues externally. You're fit as a fiddle and strong as a bear!"
Your dad laughs at that one, his gut and chest bouncing and wobbling as he does. The doctor laughs with him and you notice that he isn't the standard family doctor you had before your wishes. Instead, he's a thickly built bear himself with broad shoulders, a nice muscle belly, and his snug dress pants frame a rather impressive bulge up front. He's also got a neatly trimmed beard framing his face and his smooth, olive skin belies his age making him seem younger than he is. All-in-all he's pretty hot.
"If anything comes up, don't hesitate to call. But from what I can tell, you're good to go, big guy. You could probably put on 900 more pounds easy!" the doctor smiles. Then he takes his leave and your dad sits back on his giant, 8876 pounds of fat with a big, eager smile.
His thick hands rub his hairy belly and he closes his eyes as he feels himself up. His fat fingers soon grope at his huge, forested moobs and he moans at the feeling of so much hairy, sweaty fat all around him. You smile and reach your own hand out to give him a rub, making him moan again while your own cock throbs in your fat pad and leaks pre like you haven't already cum several times over.
"900 more pounds... that's nothing though..." dad says as you rub his belly. "I want more, son. I NEED more. And seeing you get fatter with me? Well fuck... I'm horned up all the damn time because of it. Having that absolute stud of a doctor from the university here didn't help either. Pretty sure he knew he made me cum with that comment."
You chuckle, "Well, dad, I'm really fuckin' horny, too. My cock hasn't gone soft since I woke up! Maybe it's all just part of the condition huh?"
"Man if it is I don't ever want a cure for this. I feel great. I've never felt this good before and I intend to keep this going as long as I can. And I want you to as well, son. Neither of us is fat enough yet. And I just... I need to get bigger. And I really need to fuck someone asap," dad says as he tugs on one of his obscenely huge nipples.
"Well... dad, what if uh... I could help you?" you ask, getting the gears going in your head.
"Help me? Help me how?" he asks, confused as he looks at you.
What do you do? Tell him about the powder? Or offer your ass for him to fuck? Or do you want to get you two growing more right then and there? There are so many options...
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