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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: DidYouLikeMySunglasses on July 26, 2019, 09:55:12 pm
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 1 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
“Hey there, Angel...”
I say leaning my head weakly against the door to her room.
“...Do you mind if I come in?”
Silence. Just silence.
I reach for the door knob and slowly turn it.
“Go away.”
I freeze up.
“Angel... we can talk about this... I’m your father, I’m going through this too...”
“-GO AWAY.”
I let go of the door knob and slowly back away.
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A week ago, Sheryl, the love of my life, and mother of my daughter passed away.
Car accident.
Drunk Driver.
97 Miles Per Hour.
Open and close case.
To idiot responsible for the incident died as well...
He was was insured, but that doesn’t make things right.
Sheryl is gone forever because of what they did.
My brain is still having trouble processing that.
-But unlike me, Angel seems to already gotten over the initial Denial...
...
“Angel...”
Silence again.
“I- ...I could really use a hug right now, Angel...” I say, trying to hold it all together.
The door slowly opens, and Angel leans out. Her face is red and covered in tears.
I wish I could say that was 100% a lie to get her to come out of her room and interact with me, but I really do need a hug too.
“Okay...” She says quietly, walking out of the room and towards me.
Angel looks like a wreck... not that I look much better... Her hair is everywhere and untidy, her face is red and her nose is running... not only that, but she’s even skinnier than she normal looks... I’m not sure if she’s been eating anything at all...
I open my arms and pull her close.
A single tear makes its way down my face.
“I love you, Angel... It’s going to be tough... but I’ll do everything I can for you...”
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Well, all I can say is this story has me hooked with a very sad, but potentially interesting storyline, I look forward to seeing where it goes and how Angel will deal with this situation. k+!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 2 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
“How was school today, Angel?”
Angel mutters inaudibly, closing the door behind her and gently dropping her school bag on the couch.
Yeah... She’s in high school... -Probably wasn’t the best question to ask...
We stand looking at each-other in silence for a second.
Then without words, Angel proceeds upstairs to her room.
I can’t even make small talk with my own daughter...
Sheryl was always really good with this stuff... not me...
Sometimes I wish I was more like her...
...
I guess I could try...
...
I slowly make my way to the basement.
That’s where all of her stuff is...
I think I’m ready...
I reach the bottom step and turn on the lights.
Illuminated right in from of me is Sheryl’s squat rack... She probably used that the most out of everything down here...
I remember buying it for her after she won her first lightweight competition. I remember her voice like it was yesterday.
“After this I wanna compete with the BIG GIRLS so I’m gonna need something better than that piece of junk at home if I want my legs to grow!”
I was always happy to oblige...
Be it new workout equipment...
Heavier weights...
Supplements...
I’d buy anything she needed to pursue her bodybuilding goals in a heartbeat...
I loved how driven Sheryl was to get bigger and stronger...
How dedicated she was to packing on the muscle...
I clench my fists.
It’s not fair!
How come some stupid drunk bastard was able to take the life of the hardest working person I knew?!
Furiously, I walk over to the bench press and rack a 25 on each side.
Angel and I, we are going to get through this.
I get underneath the bench and lift the bar.
And if that means I have to be more like Sheryl, It’d be my pleasure.
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I like the set-up, I imagine that before long he'll be stronger, but because of where we are, this site, Angel's going to be much stronger than him, hopefully sooner, rather than later. I look forward to more! k+!
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Ooo yeeaahh, DidYouLikeMySunglasses is back with another story! :cool2: Can't wait to see where this is going!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 3 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
Time passed.
And my anger turned back to sorrow.
I stopped keeping up with the workouts after a week or so.
Sheryl always had a level of dedication I never had.
I started staying later and later at work, out of shame and fear of going home to the weights I can’t lift.
Even now, after work, I have trouble going inside.
I’ve just been sitting in my car in the garage for what seems like hours, thinking about going in but not doing it.
It’s not even about the physical strength she had.
-She had mental strength.
-And emotional strength.
-I don’t have any of that...
-Lord knows Angel would be better off by a long shot if it was me that passed and not Sheryl...
“-Dad?”
I turn to my right to see Angel standing right outside my car window.
She’s wrapped up in a blanket and lightly knocking on my window.
“Please come inside, dad.”
I slowly open the door.
“Sorry Angel...”
...
There was nothing but silence as I followed my daughter into our house.
We entered the kitchen, where two plates sat with Chicken Caesar Salad and Mac & Cheese.
“I uh... made dinner.” Angel announced, taking a seat.
“Angel... thank you...” I said sitting down and digging in. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Angel blankly nods and takes a bite of food.
We were completely silent as we ate.
Minutes passed without a peep from either of us.
I don’t know what to say or talk about...
And I’m sure she doesn’t knows either...
Eventually I went in for another helping of food.
...
“I uh... was messing around in the basement...” Angel finally spoke up.
I froze.
Did I leave the weights racked from last time I was down there?
-I don’t lift much...
-She’d probably think it’s funny that most guys from her school lift more than me...
“-and uh... I found something interesting...”
-or maybe she’s going to take after her mother and hit up the weights herself?
-Or...
-Shit!
-Please don’t tell me it’s my old female bodybuilding magazines... I’m sure most of the pages in that old collection are stuck together...
“-I found your old game systems.”
My heart started beating again.
Thank god.
“I didn’t realize you were so into final fantasy...”
“Yeah... I played what I thought were the first three when I was a kid and loved them...”
“-What do you mean ‘what I thought were the first three’...” She asks, looking genuinely curious.
“Later on, I found out there were three others that were released in Japan... when I learned that I was a college age, and I went out of my way and found fan translated cartridges for three Japanese ones.” I looked over at Angel expected her to be bored, but she actually looked interested. “I uh... thought it was ‘cool’... not that there’s anything cool about playing final fantasy in your bedroom for months on end...”
“Well... Would you mind if I set it then up in my room? -I uh... think it would be neat to see what you played when your were a kid...”
“Uh... Yeah...” I responded, dumbfounded by her interest. “I can help you set it up, if you’d like!”
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Hmm, an interesting diversion from where I thought this conversation was going to go. It still has my interest, though I'm wondering when it will finally go where we all assume it will go. k+!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 4 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
Alright...
Enough moping around...
I’m going to do this.
I’m going to get back into my Workout Schedule.
-and make Sheryl proud.
I head down the steps to the basement...
The bench press is loaded up already... -I must’ve forgotten to put away the weights last time.
I pull myself under the bar then do one rep... then another...
Wow... this is feeling light...
Despite not working out for a while maybe I didn’t lose my strength...
I complete my last rep and rack the bar.
Pretty good.
How much was that?
I look at the bench.
10 pounds on each side...
-which means... 65 pounds?
Is that right... I swear I was doing close to 100 last time?
Ah well... If this was what I was doing before it seems I didn’t get any weaker during my time away...
-Let’s go up to 75, and see how I’m feelin’!
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Taking it slow, giving it a chance to build up, good strategy, because it keeps your fans coming back. K+!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 5 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
I haven’t been down in the gym for a while again.
I miss one day, and then it turns into two, then all of a sudden I’m fearful to go back.
-Fearful that the weights I used to be able to lift are going to laugh at me...
I hear the sound of thumping coming down the stairs.
It must be Angel.
She enters the room wearing an over-sized t-shirt and sweat-pants.
“Hey dad.”
“Hey Angel...”
“Just grabbing food... I finished Final Fantasy earlier and now I’m starting Final Fantasy II and don’t want to put it down, so I’m just going to eat and play at the same time.”
Even though she’s wearing looser fitting clothes, I can tell she’s been putting on weight.
She’s not getting chubby or anything by any means... -in fact she still looks relatively thin...
It’s just good to know she’s eating again...
“Are you playing the Japanese Final Fantasy II or the US Final Fantasy II?” I ask before she leaves.
“...”
She doesn’t know the difference does she...
“Are you playing as a guy named Cecil?”
“...yes...”
“That’s technically Final Fantasy IV... in the US they didn’t release all the games, so they got numbered weird.”
“Should I uh... Play the actual Final Fantasy II?”
“That’s up to you. The fun part about the series is you can play them in whatever order you’d like because they don’t connect... -heck I didn’t...”
“...” Angel stops for a moment. “You know, I didn’t get that far, I’m going to play the actual 2, then 3, before I continue with this one...”
Angel turns around and runs upstairs
“If you’re doing that, make sure you play the Japanese 3 first! The US 3 is actually... -6...”
...
She's not listening to me anymore, is she?
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Happy to see where this story goes.
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 6 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
Well... this is it...
Heading back down the stairs once more.
The bench is already loaded with weight...
I must’ve still must’ve forgotten to unload it again from last time... Bad habit of mine...
I bring the bar up for my first rep.
Wow... I really have been away from the weights for a while...
I normally try and go for 8, but I’m not sure if I’ll even be able to do 6...
I bring the bar down...
...
“Fuck.”
I can’t push it back up.
The bar is hovering above my chest my arms are losing as it lowers down toward my chest.
“Shit!” I blurt, tipping the weight to the side so that it doesn’t crush me.
*Klank klank* The sound of the barbell is extremely load and echoes through the house.
I lay there for a moment, catching my breath.
I hear the fast movement of someone running downstairs.
Angel turns the corner at full speed.
“Dad! -are you okay?” Angel says looking panicked.
“Yeah... I uh... just wanted to uh... try out the old iron.” I said scratching my head embarrassingly.
“That might be a little too much weight to start out with.” Angel says looking down at the barbell.
“Well... I didn’t unload the bar since last time I tried, so I figured I’d be able to lift the same amount... guess I need to work my way back up...” I say chuckling.
“When’s the last time you worked out?”
Oh boy. Honesty is the best policy.
“...a few weeks ago...”
Angel looks down at the barbell. “Actually dad... that’s uh... -probably not what your were lifting a few weeks ago...” Angel says nervously playing with her hair. “That’s uh... what I was lifting earlier today...”
And with that, Angel picks up the bar.
She's wearing a very loose fitting shirt, but I swear I see her arm bulging...
-I bet it's just a trick of the fabric...
-for a second... it looked like her arm was bigger than mine...
I move out of the way, and she re-racks it with the weight still on.
Those are 35s on each side...
115 pounds?!
That’s more than I’ve ever benched!!!
“I uh...” Angel stutters, her face turning red. “I’ll make sure to unrack the weight when I’m done next time... I um... -didn’t think anyone else was using it.”
And with that, Angel quickly turns around and walks quickly upstairs.
My own daughter has been using my wife’s gym?!
-and she’s already out-lifting me?!
...she really is her mother’s kid...
I...
-Have some mixed feelings about this...
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Just going to throw this out there - the author did note at one point that the narrator gladly did anything his wife wanted to help her bodybuilding - including supplements - which I hope means it is just a matter of time before Angel discovers thews supplements - especially CERTAIN supplements :cool2:
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good luck
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Really like how this is written, glad you're back!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 7 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
Despite apparently getting into weightlifting, whenever I get home from work, Angel is usually mostly confined to her room.
It’s summer now, so she’s had absolutely no reason to leave her room. She hasn’t cut her hair since before Sheryl passed, so it’s gotten very long.
When she does leave her room, it’s either to go down to the basement gym, or to come downstairs for food, and she usually comes down wearing baggy a T-shirt and sweatpants, leaving me in the unknown about exactly how strong she’s getting...
Normally she comes down to grab food and bring it up around 7 or 8, but today it’s already close to 9 and I still haven’t seen her.
Maybe she’s having a bad day...
I should bring it up to her.
I make her a plate of chicken and head upstairs.
*knock knock*
“Angel? -you in there?”
Nothing.
I knock again.
“Angel? -You hungry?”
Still nothing.
I open the door myself.
-to see Angel sitting on the floor, only wearing underwear and a tank-top, playing her video-game.
The first thing I notice were her legs. They looked massive, and I’m sure part of that was because of the way she was sitting, but I couldn’t help but stare at the sheer size of her thighs. They were NOT that big a few months ago!
Next was her shoulders. They’ve gotten big and rounded out. She looked like she could compete with some of the football players that went to her school...
And then I saw her biceps... she really did end up with her mother’s genetics... I could see definite golf-ball sized bumps bulging out and dancing a little as she tapped button on her controller... I’ve seen bigger arms before, but not on a high-school age girl...
She uh... really has been spending a lot of time in the gym... hasn’t she...
“Hey... Angel?” I gulped.
Still no response.
“I’m... just going to leave this here for you.” I say walking in a little further and setting the plate down on her table.
“Huh?” I hear her exclaim as she turns her head to face me.
I freeze.
“Oh... uh... hi, dad!” She says nervously, pulling out earbuds from underneath her hair... of course...
“I... uh... thought you were hungry... and normally you get food by now... so I...”
“Oh!” She says nervously standing up and pulling her tank top down as far as possible.
I couldn’t help but look down at her thighs now. At first I told myself they contained quite a bit of fat to justify why they were so big, but now I can see that despite being so huge they’re also quite lean and defined... It seems Angel has been taking weightlifting pretty seriously...
“I... I’m on a boss right now...” Angel says pointing at the screen. “-and I didn’t want to interrupt what I was doing for food.”
I see she’s a good way though Final Fantasy III now... the uh... the Japanese Final Fantasy III... she followed the order of releases correctly...
Angel grabs the plate of food, sits back down with it and un-pauses the game, taking bites in between.
I guess this is my cue to leave.
“Thanks Dad.” She says as I’m halfway out the door.
“Anytime.”
I close the door.
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Jesus, that was awkward...
-On one hand, she’s got an outlet, you know?
I’m sure lifting weights really helps cope with all the negative things lately...
On the other hand...
Boy do I feel inferior...
I was fine with inferiority when it was Sheryl...
-but my OWN DAUGHTER?!
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I like this story a lot!
I'm curious to see where this is going!
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Wow! Really nice. I love your writing style. I love final fantasy too and angel is such a cute girl.
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I have always loved stories where normal expectations are overturned and the younger sister becomes stronger than her brother, the wife stronger than her husband and, of course, the daughter stronger than her father. Obviously I am really excited about the direction of this story and its possible outcomes. Great job! K+!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 8 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
“Hello... You must be Angel’s dad... Nice to meet you.”
A muscular teenaged boy reaches his hand out to shake.
-Jesus... This guy is only in highschool and his body puts mine to shame... -I need to get back to the gym...
“Yes. Are you Angel’s friend?”
I put my hand out and we shake.
Wow... He’s got a pretty firm grip... It never crossed my mind that Angel had friends that were on the athletic side...
“The name’s ‘Chad’. Angel and I were going to go grab dinner.”
“Nice to meet you Chad. Angel must still be in her room.” I say letting him into the house. I point to the stairs. “You can head on up a grab her. She’s the first door on the right.”
“Thank you.” Chad says making his way upstairs.
...
Well... -Has my daughter finally found herself a boyfriend?
She’s never gone on a date before, and honestly I wasn’t even sure if she had friends...
Maybe Angel’s finally getting out of her shell...
Sheryl would be so proud...
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...
Some time has passed and it finally sounds like they’re coming down the stairs.
It’s been about 30 minutes now... I was wondering if they were really going to go on a date or what?
I see a figure turn the corner.
“Hey Chad.”
“Mister... -Angel’s father. Hi!”
“You two heading out for dinner?”
Chad freezes for a moment. “-n... -no... -uh... I really wish we could, trust me... but Angel says she wasn’t feeling up to it.”
“Oh... -Well...” I say opening the door. “Maybe next time she’ll be feeling better... See you next time, have a nice day!”
Chad flashes me a weak grin as he leaves.
What the hell was that?
Did my daughter just turn down a date with him?
I’m certainly no expert on males, but he’s seemed in quite good shape...
-and looking like that, I’m sure he’s got many girls to pick from, so the fact that he wanted to spend time with Angel and she turned him down...
Maybe I should go check on her and see if she’s alright...
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 9 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
“Hey Angel!” I say, lightly knocking on her door, with a plate of food in hand.
“What is it?” She responds in an uninterested tone.
“I brought you up some food.”
“Come on in.” She responds in a happier pitch.
I open the door and there Angel is. Sitting on the floor in her underwear and a T-Shirt again, playing games.
Wait... -Was she dressed this way when Chad came up to get her?!
I set her food down next to her.
“Thanks, Dad.” She says, her eyes not averting from the screen.
“I uh... heard you didn’t end up going out to dinner with that Chad guy... so I uh... brought you up some food instead...”
“That’s kind of you... Thanks...” She says in an a half-insincere way.
I look down at her crossed legs...
She’s really packing on mass quickly...
At this point daughters legs put mine to shame... hell, her calves alone probably contain more muscle than my entire lower body...
“So uh... why didn’t you end up going to dinner with Chad? -if you don’t mind me asking... -last minute jitters? -not your type?”
“Naw. He’s totally my type.” Angel explains. “We hung out for a bit, then when I was done, I told him to leave.”
“Oh.”
“-I like hanging out here. Inside. I don’t like going out... -to be honest I’d much rather play Final Fantasy IV. -I finally got to it and it's been a nice way to treat myself after my daily workouts.”
“Oh... okay... -Enjoy the game.” I say, awkwardly leaving and closing the door behind me.
Still looking at the screen, she takes her right hand off the controller and gives me a weak wave.
It seems rather unhealthy that she wants to stay cooped up in her room everyday...
-but... Physically she’s the healthiest she’s ever been in her life... -even more so than me, so I can’t really complain...
-Plus, even if it was all indoors, she DID have social interaction with a friend today, which is a BIG change... -even from how she was before the Sheryl incident...
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I wonder what is her type. Perhaps some small, geeky boy?
In any case, still really loving your writing style and stories!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 10 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
6...
7...
8...
I rack the bar on the bench press and sit up.
I just did 8 reps with 105 pounds... a new personal best...
Lately my attendance with the weights has been terrible during weekdays, but ever since I started forcing myself to come down on weekends, it’s been working out well for me...
The only problem is...
“9...”
“10...”
“11...”
“12...”
“Thir... -teen!”
I watch as my daughter’s incredibly muscular legs propel her up through her squats.
She racks the bar with confidence and walks over to a nearby table, where a protein shaker sits.
She’s squatting 225 for 13 reps... -an absolute pipe-dream for me at this point...
“I’m going to have to increase the weight next time... that’s getting pretty easy...” She remarks.
She opens a cabinet, pulls out various supplements and fixes herself up a shake.
“Angel... what is all that.” I ask, curious.
“Oh this?” She says in the middle of taking a sip. “These are mom’s old supplements... I figure if they worked for her, they gotta work for me...”
I watch her growing forearms flex as she downs the rest of the drink.
“-Well um...” I speak up. “-looks like they worked well... very well...”
My daughter tosses me a smile.
“Do... -You think?” She says, pulling up her pant-legs and flexing a large leg for me.
“Holy shit.”
Her legs have grown like weeds. They are getting so big that she’s looking a bit out of proportion, as her waist has stayed about the same size while her big tree trunk thighs have ballooned to what is probably over double the circumference of my skinny legs.
Her calves weren’t left behind either. Hell, I don’t wear shorts at all anymore because her giant meaty calves put mine to shame...
They...
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-Remind me of Sheryl.
“Um...” I try and gather myself. “You’re certainly your mother’s kid... Mom would be proud of you, Angel...”
Angel pulls her pants back down over the leg she was flexing and flashes me a quick proud smile.
“Do you... plan on competing like she did?” I ask, curious.
“I was thinking about it... but... I’d probably have to leave the house a whole bunch to meet with a posing coach... -wouldn’t I?” She says, opening up a bottle of supplements.
“I uh... could ask her old posing coach, Frank, if he’d teach you here in the basement... if that’s something you’d want to do.”
Angel stops in place and turns around quickly. “You think he would do that? -for me?!”
“Yeah... of course... I’m sure he misses coaching Sheryl... -and I’m sure he’d especially like to see that you’re doing better too... last time he saw you was the funeral.”
Angel turns back around and pops a couple pills from her mom’s supplement bottle. “Yeah... I’d really like that if he would be up for it...”
“Just... -you’re going to actually have to leave the house for the actual competition... are you going to be alright with that, Angel?”
Angel looks down nervously for a moment, then looks me in the eyes.
“I can do it.”
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When do you upload Part 11? The story is developing interestingly :)
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 11 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
“-hold on a sec... -ANGEL wants to compete?!”
Next to me at the bar with a shocked face sits Sheryl’s old posing coach, Frank.
-He’s a bigger guy: -I mean... -not Sheryl big, but still pretty muscular nonetheless.
“Yes.” I reassure him. “Angel.”
Frank looks at his drink for a second, then speaks. “Listen... I know you guys have been dealing what happened in your own ways... but Angel’s a high-schooler still... I doubt she’d be able to put on enough mass for even a lightweight tournament...”
That is a valid point... He probably knows more about this stuff than I do...
-Although with that being said, Angel doesn’t look like your ordinary high school girl anymore...
“Listen Frank... you’re probably right... I’m not an expert on this, but Angel really has built up quite the physique since you’ve last seen her...”
Frank rolls his eyes.
Trust me on this, bud...
“-and I’ll tell you what.” I say, ready to make a deal. “You stop by this weekend, just come and see if she’s material enough for lightweight competition, and I’ll pay you for the visit either way it goes.”
...
Frank takes a sip of his beer for a second then pulls out his phone. “Does Saturday work?”
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 12 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
“Angel! Frank is here! Come on down!” I shout upstairs.
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I turn back around to see an impatient and unhappy looking Frank.
“I uh... let her know about this...” I stuttered. “She seemed really up to it too...”
Frank looks un-phased.
...
“Coming!” I finally hear Angel yell back, followed by the sound of her racing around upstairs.
You almost left me hanging there, kid...
“I just started on Final Fantasy V and totally forgot... I’ll be one second...” We hear Angel rant in a panicked tone as she thumps back and forth in her room.
“She’s spending her time playing video-games?” Frank asks. “You sure she’s got the discipline for this?”
Yikes... Not a good first impression...
-But... Just wait until you see her, Frank...
Finally she arrives around the corner, wearing a tank top and yoga pants.
Her pants were very tight and form-fitting, showing off her bulging calves and meaty thighs, leaving nothing about her muscles to the imagination.
Her tank-top similarly showed off her upper body just as much...
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her biceps, which I swear weren’t that big yesterday. Even without flexing, I can tell they’re probably as big as the arms of chad guy that visited her a month or so ago had...
“Ho! -Lee! -Shit!” Frank exclaims, interrupting my thoughts.
“So... Dad tells me you’re going to see if I can compete in a um... -lightweight competition?” Angel asks, her eyes lighting up.
“Yeah... I’m here to assess that...” Frank says with a face of awe. “Flex one of those guns for me Angel.”
Angel confidently raises and arm and flexes a solid bicep the size of a baseball.
I unintentionally put my hand over my own arm self-consciously to hide it.
“Heh... my daughter’s gotten... pretty big, huh?” I say nervously.
“So what do you think, Frank? -Do you think I got what it takes to uh... -compete in the lightweights?” Angel says confidently, un-flexing and re-flexing her arm a few times to pump it up.
“I don’t think so.” Frank says in a serious tone.
Angels is caught off guard, freezing in place in the middle of her bicep pose.
“You’d be competing with at least the middle-weights, Angel. You’re already much larger than a lightweight.” Frank says, giving Angel’s bicep a firm squeeze. “Hot damn...”
Angel drops her arm and a big toothy smile lights up her face. “Yes! Thank you!” Angel says leaning into him and giving him a hug.
When she brings her arms out to reach around him I finally see how huge and muscular her back is...
And below that...
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She best NOT be wearing those yoga pants when school is back in session!
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 13 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
“Hey there, I’m Mike! -Is Angel home?”
I stand in the doorway nervously eyeing-up yet another muscular guy who’s shown up to my house asking for Angel...
Maybe things didn’t work out with that Chad guy... that’s a shame, he seemed nice...
“She’s downstairs right now with her posing coach...” I explain. “Come on in and make yourself at home, I’ll go down to the basement and check on them to see how much longer they’ve got.”
Mike parks himself on the living room couch as I make my way to the basement.
“Alright... now hold your arm like this...” I overhear Frank instructing to Angel. “Good, now just relax it a little bit...”
“-Like this?” Angel says with a small grunt.
“Yeah! Beautiful, baby!”
I turn the corner and see my daughter flexing a giant pumped bicep for Frank, smiling giddily.
“Hey man!” Frank says to me. “Check out your daughter, man: she’s a fucking machine!”
My daughter turns and greets me with a very veiny and defined bicep flex along with a devious smile.
“I see posing is going well...” I note, gently touching my daughter’s bicep with a single finger.
Not even a budge. It may as well be a rock.
“If Angel here keeps it up, she’s going to eat through the competition.” Frank says confidently, giving her a few friendly hard smacks on the back.
Angel’s face lights up with a gigantic smile.
-and I can’t help but smile too: It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her this happy.
“-Was there something you needed from us?” Frank asks casually.
Oh shit.
That’s right...
“Uh... Angel... there’s a guy up there... Mike...” I explain. “He...”
“...he’s gotta be retarded...” Angel whispers quietly to herself, face-palming.
I shoot her “The look” as she walks to a nearby table and takes a quick drink from a water bottle.
“Sorry... I told him to come over in the morning, not the evening.” Angel says apologetically.
In the morning?!
-I would’ve been at work and she would’ve been the only one home... Has she been inviting boys over while I’m at work?!
...to be fair though, I guess it’s the summer, and at least now I know she’s being more social than just playing video-games and working-out...
In a way...
I guess I'm kind of relieved...
-and actually kind of proud that she has friends now...
Angel continues. “I’m busy with Frank for the next few hours, then it’s more Final Fantasy 5. I don’t have time for him. Would you be able to tell him to go home?”
“Yeah... sure. I can tell him you’re busy.” I answer.
“Thanks.” Angel says putting her water bottle down.
I begin to walk back upstairs.
“-Now enough upper body, show me some good leg poses!” I hear Angel exclaim to Frank from behind me.
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My Daughter Angel copes with loss - Part 14 - By DidYouLikeMySunglasses
For once I was able to get out of work early.
Summer is coming to an end... -Maybe I can still spend some of it with my daughter?
I pull up into my driveway.
Huh.
Looks like someone else’s car is here? -Maybe Angel has a friend over again?
I park the car and make my way into the house.
“Hello?!”
...
Nothing.
...
“Angel?!”
...
Still nothing.
I make my way upstairs to my room to change out of my work clothes.
-as I pass Angel’s room I hear Final Fantasy music.
She’s home then... isn’t she?
“Angel?”
...
Still nothing.
Is something wrong, maybe?
I knock on her door.
...
Still nothing.
...
Well... here goes nothing...
I gently open the door and look out into the room...
...
I only get a look at her from behind, but it appears that she's just playing video-games...
...
Her back has gotten so wide I can hardy see the screen she's looking at... Her shoulders are so incredibly bulky, packed to the brim with muscle, they're practically bursting right out of the undersized shirt she's wearing...
Her lats jut out, creating a perfect 'V' that can be seen in her tight fitting shirt... I don't know how she's been able to keep her waist so thin even after packing on so much muscle to her upper body...
...
Do I dare look lower?
...
I guess out of curiosity it can't hurt...
...
She's... -not wearing any pants... -or underwear...
-and it looks like she's never missed a squat day in her life. Her glutes are large, muscular, intimidating and still have just enough fat to keep perfect roundness... I'm not sure if even her mom was as -um... gifted there as she is...
-although it could just be an illusion, I mean she is sitting on...
...
-what is she sitting on?
...
I lean into her room a little closer out of curiosity.
-THAT'S!
...
She's sitting on some guy’s face!
...
It looks like it could be that Chad guy from the body...
...but the face is fully engulfed by her-
-But she’s completely focused on the game on the screen while she-
-Why would she-
-And why would he-
-well I KNOW why but... -my DAUGHTER...
...
I’m not looking at this or thinking about this any longer!
I quickly pull my head away and quickly close the door.
KLUNK.
Shit.
Closing the door makes a little more noise than I was expecting...
...I hope they didn’t hear me.
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