Bryan rushed through the kitchen to get to the phone, his head was still spinning from the force of impact that Max handed to him, and the bleeding forehead didn't help much.
In a frenzy, Byran picked up the phone and dialed in 9-1-1, to which he held to his head, as each ring lasted for a year as he heard the loud thuds of Max's feet as he was approaching the bean-pole teen.
"Hello, 911 hotline: what is your emergency." When the operate final spoke, Byran was filled with relief, terrified relief. The stepson was then about to tell his only lifeline how his stepdad has gone off the deep end, but just as he was sounding out the first letter,
"CRACK" a huge meaty fist smashed the phones into pieces.
"Nice try there runt, but I've been aiming to have you for sometime. With your pansy diet I had to work your skruny ass off to make whatever meat you got be tender for me..." Max said, with a thick trail of drool coming off his lips and dripping off the side of his massive stomach.
"GO TO HELL!" Byran snapped, the situation has final made him reach his breaking point, "I'm not afraid of your massive fatass! I've put up with your bullshit for years now! You're putrid body ordor, your eating habits would disgust flies and maggots! You testosterone driven definition of a man! I've been feeding to that mass of blubber you call an ass for years in spite of drastic work out, you never seem to slim down! You ruin my mother's life and continuing to ruin mine, I know it was who spent my college fund for that one night stand! YOU-"
"RWWWWAARR!" shouted Max, sound more like an animal than man. Byran then notice that Max was growing in height, and widen in muscle and gut, "The day I let a hipster he-pussy like you will be day I turn down a 40 pound steak for a veggie burger!" Byran looked up in horror as Max's boxer were barely able to constrain the man-bear's pride, "I made bigger men than you'll ever be cry like bitches, and you have the nerve to talk to ME LIKE THAT! YOU, YOU RUNT OF CONSTIPATED RABBIT SHIT!?!? Max's size was now massive, that Byran was face was at his step-dad's junk (whose tatter boxers diid little to hide as they now stayed on him by his sweat). "I'M NOT GOING TO EAT YOU!" roared Max as his head banged against the kitchen ceiling) "I AM GOING TO ROCK YOUR WORLD LIKE-" Max's threats stop right there and then, as he hit his head on the kitchen light, electrocuting him.
Max then fell on his knees and soon landed on his stomach that cause the whole house to shake. Byran took a closer look at his super-size-step-dad, he was still breathing. A normal man (in terms of general and size) would have died right there and then, and Byran's nightmare would be over forever.... but not Max... he was just out cold.
Not taking any chance, Byran turned around and...
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