you do as your told
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
swezilian
With no other options available, you sighed your head in defeat and started to rub your old man's genitals.
"Harder Insect," your old man growled. "I want to feel it."
Gritting your teeth, you pressed harder. Trying not to think about the depravity of the whole situation.
As you continued, your father closed his eyes and leaned back in satisfaction.
"Hmm, that's the spirit son. See? This whole shrinking business isn't so bad, wouldn't you agree? At the very least, it brings us closer together. Wouldn't you consider that worth the trouble?"
You refused to reply or even look up. Until you felt something splash on your head.
You looked up to see cum dripping from your old man's slit.
"Oh god!" You covered your head with your hands. "Dad, stop! Please!"
"Come on kiddo," he chuckled. "Can't handle a little rain?"
You continued to cringe, thinking of any way out of this scenario.
"I don't remember telling you to stop son. Keep going."
And so you continued, for another couple minutes, until finally your father said that was enough.
"Don't feel too relieved boy. Tomorrow, we're continuing this."
He lifted you up and placed you on his stomach.
"Have a good night's sleep. Let's just hope come tomorrow you're still big enough for us to have fun."
Thinking about that possibility for a moment, you laid your head down near his crotch and fell to sleep.
....
You woke up the next morning to find yourself surrounded by pubes.
"Oh crap! Looks like dad's thought came true. I have shrunk!"
Looking up at your old man's cock which hung above you, you estimated yourself to be about half a centimeter in length. You looked up towards your old man's face, now so far away, across a landscape of flesh.
"At this size, they can't even hear me. What am I going to do now?"
What happens next?
"Harder Insect," your old man growled. "I want to feel it."
Gritting your teeth, you pressed harder. Trying not to think about the depravity of the whole situation.
As you continued, your father closed his eyes and leaned back in satisfaction.
"Hmm, that's the spirit son. See? This whole shrinking business isn't so bad, wouldn't you agree? At the very least, it brings us closer together. Wouldn't you consider that worth the trouble?"
You refused to reply or even look up. Until you felt something splash on your head.
You looked up to see cum dripping from your old man's slit.
"Oh god!" You covered your head with your hands. "Dad, stop! Please!"
"Come on kiddo," he chuckled. "Can't handle a little rain?"
You continued to cringe, thinking of any way out of this scenario.
"I don't remember telling you to stop son. Keep going."
And so you continued, for another couple minutes, until finally your father said that was enough.
"Don't feel too relieved boy. Tomorrow, we're continuing this."
He lifted you up and placed you on his stomach.
"Have a good night's sleep. Let's just hope come tomorrow you're still big enough for us to have fun."
Thinking about that possibility for a moment, you laid your head down near his crotch and fell to sleep.
....
You woke up the next morning to find yourself surrounded by pubes.
"Oh crap! Looks like dad's thought came true. I have shrunk!"
Looking up at your old man's cock which hung above you, you estimated yourself to be about half a centimeter in length. You looked up towards your old man's face, now so far away, across a landscape of flesh.
"At this size, they can't even hear me. What am I going to do now?"
What happens next?
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