A wasp
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
almostfamous92
Steve screamed in horror as a giant wasp flew down next to him. As the wasp stood there, he took the opportunity to climb on its back, hoping he could fly it to a better position. The wasp took off in a frenzy after it felt Steve climb aboard, he held as tightly as he could to the wasp as he whipped about. The wasp flew up high, and Steve saw an open window to the kitchen. He grabbed the antennas, pushing them toward the open window. The wasp flew through it, and Steve could see the giant form of his wife in the distance sipping her coffee.
They buzzed past her, startling her. Steve had no more control as the wasp buzzed all around her. Debbie began swatting at it. "NO PLEASE!! IT'S ME DEBBIE!!" Steve yelled, but it was useless. She knocked the wasp and her husband, but he held on tightly. The wasp quickly lef the kitchen, heading into one of the bedrooms. Landing on floor, Steve saw this as the time to jump off. The wasp flew away.
Steve glanced around noticing the gigantic bedroom of his son Derek, luckily for him, he was visiting his girlfriend. Or so he thought.
Steve heard voices echoing from downstairs.
"Hi honey, I thought you were visiting Claire?" asked Debbie. "I did, but she had to head to soccer practice, plus I need to catch up on homework."
Steve heard the thudding of his son's footsteps growing louder as he turned the corner, entering his room.
Derek entered his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He sighed, kicking off his shoes and socks, making his way towards his computer. Setting his bowl of oatmeal down next to him.
Steve stared in awe as his son entered, towering above him like a titan. Comparing sizes, Steve calculates he must be at least an 1/8th of an inch. He watches as Derek takes his shoes and socks off, his bare feet slamming on the cold hardwood. Steve stumbles to the ground as Derek walks to his computer. He screams up at him as he takes a large step over, settling at his desk and beginning to work.
Steve treks across the floor, making it beneath Dereks desk. He stands a little away, staring at the gigantic feet of his son, not wanting to be stepped on, but knowing what he has to do. Dereks toes ocasionally twitch slightly as Steve approaches. Steve reaches out, about to begin climbing, but Derek raises his foot, scratching an itch. Steve stares up at the clean undersole dangling high above him, then screams as his son's sole slowly decends back down. A loud slap rings through steve's ears as his sons foot makes contanct with the floor. He stares at his new surroundings, his sons flesh is all around him. He stares at through the gap between his sons big and index toes. "At least you showered before you left." Steve says to his son. He begins his climb.
Derek was wearing gym shorts, so it was a relatively easy climb for steve. After treking across the top of his sons foot, he began his climb. His son didn't have much hair on his legs, but enough to make his climb more simple. Steve now stood atop his sons knee, and continued his journey across Derek's smooth thigh. He reached his sons lap, looking up at the underside of his sons face as he casually does his homework, munching on his oatmeal. Steve could hear every bite his son took, the sounds of his chewing slowly echoed above.
Steve was jostled as Derek leaned back, he looked up to see his sons hand descending down, slamming down by him. Steve quickly bolted to his sons hand, grabbing onto the webbing between his thumb and index. Derek lifted his hand, unaware his dad was holding on for dear life.
Steve held tightly as derek lifted his hand, resting it on his deak. He climned to the back of his hand, jumping and waving for derek's attention. His world was rocked once again.
" I DON'T GET THIS!" Derek said. Tossing his hands.
Steve flew up, and saw he was headed for dereks oatmeal. Landing with an unnoticed plop.
He surfaced, just in time to see dereks spoon falling down next to him. Quickly scooping the oatmeal up. Steve screamed, staring up at his sons face, as derek eats the spoonful. His chewing echoing once more. Steve sees Derek's uncaring gaze falls back down to the bowl, his spoon descending again. Screaming as the spoon brushes past him, pushing him to the side as it does. Then again, the spoon lands, only this time steve isn't so lucky. He screams for dereks attention as he is slowly lifted to his sons face, stopping in front of dereks mouth.
Steve stares on as derek finishes his previous bite, pleading to be seen by his unaware son. His giant soft lips smacking before him, seeing his tongue slowly pushing the food around inside. Then slowly emerging to scrape up the leftover scraps on his lips.
A pause, then Steve stares into the gaping maw of his son as his lips slowly part. The light glistening in the pink cavern, his tongue slightly twitches, awaiting the incoming spoonful. The sound of Dereks breathing washing over him.
Steve screams in desperation one last time as the spoon makes contact with dereks tongue. Then steve feels himself pulled out, hovering just outside dereks lips. Steve looks up and screams for him again, but to no avail, dereks eyes are focused on the computer screen.
"THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT." Dereks booms. Steve watches dereks mouth move to the words as his voice booms in front of him. Steve sees dereks lips part slightly, his tongue slowly wetting his lips. This causes him to struggle in the goopy oatmeal, not wanting to go back inside his sons mouth. "DAMMIT, THIS IS COMPLETELY WRONG." The lips move in front of steve again.
Steve breaks free of the goop, seeing dereks lips begin to part once more, a subtle "AHH" coming from within dereks throat. Steve runs to the edge of the spoon, he stares down before quickly glacing up at his sons approaching maw. He jumps.
Steve bounces off his sons lower lip. He looks down, seeing he's headed for the loose collar of dereks shirt. Steve falls into the hole, colliding into dereks chest. He slides down, trying to grab onto whatever he can find. The skin is too smooth. He continues sliding and tumbling, reaching dereks stomach. He feels himself fall into his belly button. Steve takes a moment, resting on his back and staring up from his sons belly button. "This fucking sucks." he says to himself. A few moments pass, and steve climbs out, and begins walking towards dereks waist, to climb under the shirt and back to freedom.
"I NEED A BREAK." Steve hears derek booming overhead. Steve sees a large shadow through the shirt slam down. He stands still, not sure of what is happening. Light floods steves eyes as dereks huge fingers push back the shirt slightly. Steve glanced up at derek, his eyes still focused on the screen. A loud snap is heard. Steve looks over to see dereks finger playing with the small part of the waistband to his boxers that shows under his shorts. Steve blushes. "Oh no" he says. He's frozen, unsure of what to do or where to go. His sons finger continuing to play with the band.
The finger lifts the band high, steve stares into the darkness within, enough light enters to reveal an outline of what lies before him. It snaps shut. Steve had to run away, but he didn't know where. He didn't want to be around his son in such an intimate situation.
Before steve had a chance, dereks hand descended once more, and steve watched in awe as it slid down the waistband of dereks shorts and boxers. A massive pillar of flesh slowly sprang up, dereks fingers slowly rubbing, before rising out of sight again.
Steve turned to run, but derek sat up slightly, causing him to tumble down towards his sons dick. Derek clearly shaved, as steve slid down the smooth skin of his sons crotch. Steve made contact with it, gaining his composure at the base of dereks dick. Glancing up, and looking into the lustful eyes of his giant son as he stares down. Steve watched in horror as dereks hand came into view.
They buzzed past her, startling her. Steve had no more control as the wasp buzzed all around her. Debbie began swatting at it. "NO PLEASE!! IT'S ME DEBBIE!!" Steve yelled, but it was useless. She knocked the wasp and her husband, but he held on tightly. The wasp quickly lef the kitchen, heading into one of the bedrooms. Landing on floor, Steve saw this as the time to jump off. The wasp flew away.
Steve glanced around noticing the gigantic bedroom of his son Derek, luckily for him, he was visiting his girlfriend. Or so he thought.
Steve heard voices echoing from downstairs.
"Hi honey, I thought you were visiting Claire?" asked Debbie. "I did, but she had to head to soccer practice, plus I need to catch up on homework."
Steve heard the thudding of his son's footsteps growing louder as he turned the corner, entering his room.
Derek entered his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He sighed, kicking off his shoes and socks, making his way towards his computer. Setting his bowl of oatmeal down next to him.
Steve stared in awe as his son entered, towering above him like a titan. Comparing sizes, Steve calculates he must be at least an 1/8th of an inch. He watches as Derek takes his shoes and socks off, his bare feet slamming on the cold hardwood. Steve stumbles to the ground as Derek walks to his computer. He screams up at him as he takes a large step over, settling at his desk and beginning to work.
Steve treks across the floor, making it beneath Dereks desk. He stands a little away, staring at the gigantic feet of his son, not wanting to be stepped on, but knowing what he has to do. Dereks toes ocasionally twitch slightly as Steve approaches. Steve reaches out, about to begin climbing, but Derek raises his foot, scratching an itch. Steve stares up at the clean undersole dangling high above him, then screams as his son's sole slowly decends back down. A loud slap rings through steve's ears as his sons foot makes contanct with the floor. He stares at his new surroundings, his sons flesh is all around him. He stares at through the gap between his sons big and index toes. "At least you showered before you left." Steve says to his son. He begins his climb.
Derek was wearing gym shorts, so it was a relatively easy climb for steve. After treking across the top of his sons foot, he began his climb. His son didn't have much hair on his legs, but enough to make his climb more simple. Steve now stood atop his sons knee, and continued his journey across Derek's smooth thigh. He reached his sons lap, looking up at the underside of his sons face as he casually does his homework, munching on his oatmeal. Steve could hear every bite his son took, the sounds of his chewing slowly echoed above.
Steve was jostled as Derek leaned back, he looked up to see his sons hand descending down, slamming down by him. Steve quickly bolted to his sons hand, grabbing onto the webbing between his thumb and index. Derek lifted his hand, unaware his dad was holding on for dear life.
Steve held tightly as derek lifted his hand, resting it on his deak. He climned to the back of his hand, jumping and waving for derek's attention. His world was rocked once again.
" I DON'T GET THIS!" Derek said. Tossing his hands.
Steve flew up, and saw he was headed for dereks oatmeal. Landing with an unnoticed plop.
He surfaced, just in time to see dereks spoon falling down next to him. Quickly scooping the oatmeal up. Steve screamed, staring up at his sons face, as derek eats the spoonful. His chewing echoing once more. Steve sees Derek's uncaring gaze falls back down to the bowl, his spoon descending again. Screaming as the spoon brushes past him, pushing him to the side as it does. Then again, the spoon lands, only this time steve isn't so lucky. He screams for dereks attention as he is slowly lifted to his sons face, stopping in front of dereks mouth.
Steve stares on as derek finishes his previous bite, pleading to be seen by his unaware son. His giant soft lips smacking before him, seeing his tongue slowly pushing the food around inside. Then slowly emerging to scrape up the leftover scraps on his lips.
A pause, then Steve stares into the gaping maw of his son as his lips slowly part. The light glistening in the pink cavern, his tongue slightly twitches, awaiting the incoming spoonful. The sound of Dereks breathing washing over him.
Steve screams in desperation one last time as the spoon makes contact with dereks tongue. Then steve feels himself pulled out, hovering just outside dereks lips. Steve looks up and screams for him again, but to no avail, dereks eyes are focused on the computer screen.
"THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT." Dereks booms. Steve watches dereks mouth move to the words as his voice booms in front of him. Steve sees dereks lips part slightly, his tongue slowly wetting his lips. This causes him to struggle in the goopy oatmeal, not wanting to go back inside his sons mouth. "DAMMIT, THIS IS COMPLETELY WRONG." The lips move in front of steve again.
Steve breaks free of the goop, seeing dereks lips begin to part once more, a subtle "AHH" coming from within dereks throat. Steve runs to the edge of the spoon, he stares down before quickly glacing up at his sons approaching maw. He jumps.
Steve bounces off his sons lower lip. He looks down, seeing he's headed for the loose collar of dereks shirt. Steve falls into the hole, colliding into dereks chest. He slides down, trying to grab onto whatever he can find. The skin is too smooth. He continues sliding and tumbling, reaching dereks stomach. He feels himself fall into his belly button. Steve takes a moment, resting on his back and staring up from his sons belly button. "This fucking sucks." he says to himself. A few moments pass, and steve climbs out, and begins walking towards dereks waist, to climb under the shirt and back to freedom.
"I NEED A BREAK." Steve hears derek booming overhead. Steve sees a large shadow through the shirt slam down. He stands still, not sure of what is happening. Light floods steves eyes as dereks huge fingers push back the shirt slightly. Steve glanced up at derek, his eyes still focused on the screen. A loud snap is heard. Steve looks over to see dereks finger playing with the small part of the waistband to his boxers that shows under his shorts. Steve blushes. "Oh no" he says. He's frozen, unsure of what to do or where to go. His sons finger continuing to play with the band.
The finger lifts the band high, steve stares into the darkness within, enough light enters to reveal an outline of what lies before him. It snaps shut. Steve had to run away, but he didn't know where. He didn't want to be around his son in such an intimate situation.
Before steve had a chance, dereks hand descended once more, and steve watched in awe as it slid down the waistband of dereks shorts and boxers. A massive pillar of flesh slowly sprang up, dereks fingers slowly rubbing, before rising out of sight again.
Steve turned to run, but derek sat up slightly, causing him to tumble down towards his sons dick. Derek clearly shaved, as steve slid down the smooth skin of his sons crotch. Steve made contact with it, gaining his composure at the base of dereks dick. Glancing up, and looking into the lustful eyes of his giant son as he stares down. Steve watched in horror as dereks hand came into view.
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