Derek finds some of them
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
wanderer887
"I've got three of them!" Derek yelled back up at his colossal father. He nabbed them indiscriminately after he had seen them, not paying any particular mind to who he scooped up. As Derek looked down into his hand, he peered at the pathetic specks. One of them was wiggling around, while the other two had passed out, overwhelmed by the night's events. "I've got Mom, Lisa, and Claire! I can't see Chelsea!" Derek shouted upwards. Chelsea was nowhere to be seen in the pile of cum.
As Derek craned his neck upwards, Steve was a sight to behold. His father's body was glistening in sweat, and a few stands of cum were still clinging to his thighs. Between them Steve absentmindedly tugged at his cock, a semi larger than a semi truck beginning to form. Steve might as well have been staring through Derek, unable to make eye contact with the 1/2 inch person digging through his semen. Seeing his son shrunk down in his spunk was starting to turn him on again. Derek was anxious to grow back, nervous if Steve would have any more ideas for bonding time.
Noting his son's response, Steve lowered his hand down for Derek to climb on. Derek did so, leaving the table and the pile of cum behind him as Steve lowered him to the floor. His father's feet were gigantic compared to him, which meant that they may as well have been landmasses to the shrunken women. If Derek dropped them, they'd be lost forever, destined to starve at the bottom of the carpet or crushed underneath feet bigger than anything they'd ever seen before.
This was not lost on Debbie, who was still writhing in her son's hand. What Steve had done tonight, to her, to Lisa, to Claire, it was unconscionable. Had she not been filled with terror, she would have been filled with rage. But instead, all she could think about was how easily Steve had slipped her into his cockslit, how easily it dwarfed her size. Steve was more living mountain than person to the nano-sized woman, and Debbie was in a constant fight or flight state.
Steve pointed the gun down at his son, and pulled the trigger. Derek began to grow larger, slowly regaining his initial height. He went up past his father's ankles, then knees, then up past his Dad's monster cock. Finally, his father's belly button, chest, then head. Derek was back to normal size.
"What are we going to do about Chelsea?" Derek asked, lowering his hand back down to the cum pile. The three women landed with a splat. Debbie swore at the men, cursing their existence.
"Hm... I know I said I'd go looking in your mouth," Steve said as he made his way over to the table. He plucked Debbie in between his fingers, swirling her around before turning towards Derek. "...but I"m sure your Mom can do a fine job. Besides, she's already shrunk!"
Derek obediently opened his mouth again for his father, and let Steve place Debbie inside. She was coated in his Dad's cum. Derek couldn't get over how insane this night was. His shrunken Mom was covered in his Dad's spunk, searching in his mouth for another shrunken person who might not even be there!
"ANYTHING, HONEY?" Steve boomed into Derek's mouth. Debbie couldn't believe how casual this all was for Steve. Had he been planning this all along? Were the last few years of their marriage a sham? How could her own son go along with this? She wanted nothing more than to punch the giant right now, but thought better of it. She needed to search for Chelsea. She began to inspect her son's mouth, looking everywhere for the shrunken girl.
Unbeknownst to any of the Jordans or Claire, Chelsea was neither still stuck in the cum pile or in Derek's mouth. She had been shot into the back of Derek's throat and plastered to his esophagus, and had slowly dripped down. Her last sights was Steve beginning to pull out after erupting, light flooding into Derek's mouth as his tongue crested over the horizon. Chelsea had yelled and screamed for help but in the confusion and the chaos neither of the three other woman had heard her. At her bug to a bug size this was fatal, and the tiny girl was currently swimming in Derek's stomach acid. He location unknown to the 5 other, this would become her grave.
"YOU KNOW HONEY, IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG DEREK MIGHT JUST SWALLOW YOU. HE'S A GROWING BOY, AND WE BOTH KNOW HOW MUCH HE CAN EAT!" Steve laughed as he teased Debbie, who had now been searching for a few minutes. Chelsea had to be here, she had to. The stress was starting to eat away at the usually cool ER nurse as she she searched in vain. Derek was of no help either, his tongue growing increasingly impatient as time stretched thin. The last remains of Steve's cum dripping off her body, Derek was getting a taste of his Mom, and she tasted delicious.
Done with the night, Steve spoke. "Alright boy, if your Mom can't find her in there then we might need to discuss alternate scenarios. If Chelsea isn't in your mouth or down in my cum, then she might still be in my dick, or you might have swallowed her."
Derek spit Debbie out. "Wait, how are we gonna get her out then?"
Steve cracked a sly smile, and shrugged. "You know what, this late at night it might be best not to worry about it."
"What?" Derek and Debbie both spoke in unison. What did Steve mean, not worry about it?
"Listen son," Steve put a big arm around Derek, "We can spend all night trying to find a needle in a haystack, or we can just... keep this as our secret! Even if we spend the next few hours looking in your stomach and my cock, we might never find her, and chances are if she is in one of those places, she's probably not doing so hot right now anyway."
Derek's hungry stomach grumbled as his father spoke. He clutched at it, embarrassed by the idea he just ate someone.
"So let's just grow these ladies back, get them to bed and call it a night, sound good?" Steve released Derek, grasping at the gun.
"Uh, yeah, sounds good Dad." Derek still had his hand on his abs, unaware of Chelsea finally dropping into the bottom of his belly. His gut had made quick work of her, and she was now on her way through the rest of his digestive tract. He felt uneasy at the request, but his father's casual nature helped calm his nerves.
Debbie was fuming. She was screaming at Steve but he flicked her back down, pushing her into the cum again. She got a full mouthful on the way down and Steve laughed. There she was, small as anything and buried by his seed!
The rest of the night went smoothly. All three women were grown back, Debbie losing consciousness as she did. The men hauled them up to their rooms, placing their sleeping bodies under the covers. Steve reassured Derek that Debbie losing consciousness was a sign the amnesia had worked, and slapped his son on the ass before heading back to the master bedroom. Derek slipped into his bed next to Claire and stared at her back, amazed that she had been small enough to slip into Steve's cock.
The next two weeks were marked by a noticeable difference In Steve and Derek's relationship. Derek had nightmares the first night about everything going wrong, but upon waking he his Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and his Dad was at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Steve had given his a smile and a wink, and life continued on as normal. The police had come asking where Chelsea was but Lisa couldn't remember any of the night, and Steve said that she had returned home alone and clearly under the influence of something. Steve was also much more interested in spending time with Derek, maximizing his time to do regular father-son bonding activities. Derek felt closer to Steve than ever, even if it had come at the violation of his family members and the disappearance of Chelsea.
Two weeks on the dot Steve knocked on Derek's door and had a big grin on his face, and the shrink ray in his hand.
"Good news Derek! We've got a chance for some more father-son time tonight." Steve spoke, nudging the growing erection in his pants. "There's gonna be a couple of ladies over tonight because...
As Derek craned his neck upwards, Steve was a sight to behold. His father's body was glistening in sweat, and a few stands of cum were still clinging to his thighs. Between them Steve absentmindedly tugged at his cock, a semi larger than a semi truck beginning to form. Steve might as well have been staring through Derek, unable to make eye contact with the 1/2 inch person digging through his semen. Seeing his son shrunk down in his spunk was starting to turn him on again. Derek was anxious to grow back, nervous if Steve would have any more ideas for bonding time.
Noting his son's response, Steve lowered his hand down for Derek to climb on. Derek did so, leaving the table and the pile of cum behind him as Steve lowered him to the floor. His father's feet were gigantic compared to him, which meant that they may as well have been landmasses to the shrunken women. If Derek dropped them, they'd be lost forever, destined to starve at the bottom of the carpet or crushed underneath feet bigger than anything they'd ever seen before.
This was not lost on Debbie, who was still writhing in her son's hand. What Steve had done tonight, to her, to Lisa, to Claire, it was unconscionable. Had she not been filled with terror, she would have been filled with rage. But instead, all she could think about was how easily Steve had slipped her into his cockslit, how easily it dwarfed her size. Steve was more living mountain than person to the nano-sized woman, and Debbie was in a constant fight or flight state.
Steve pointed the gun down at his son, and pulled the trigger. Derek began to grow larger, slowly regaining his initial height. He went up past his father's ankles, then knees, then up past his Dad's monster cock. Finally, his father's belly button, chest, then head. Derek was back to normal size.
"What are we going to do about Chelsea?" Derek asked, lowering his hand back down to the cum pile. The three women landed with a splat. Debbie swore at the men, cursing their existence.
"Hm... I know I said I'd go looking in your mouth," Steve said as he made his way over to the table. He plucked Debbie in between his fingers, swirling her around before turning towards Derek. "...but I"m sure your Mom can do a fine job. Besides, she's already shrunk!"
Derek obediently opened his mouth again for his father, and let Steve place Debbie inside. She was coated in his Dad's cum. Derek couldn't get over how insane this night was. His shrunken Mom was covered in his Dad's spunk, searching in his mouth for another shrunken person who might not even be there!
"ANYTHING, HONEY?" Steve boomed into Derek's mouth. Debbie couldn't believe how casual this all was for Steve. Had he been planning this all along? Were the last few years of their marriage a sham? How could her own son go along with this? She wanted nothing more than to punch the giant right now, but thought better of it. She needed to search for Chelsea. She began to inspect her son's mouth, looking everywhere for the shrunken girl.
Unbeknownst to any of the Jordans or Claire, Chelsea was neither still stuck in the cum pile or in Derek's mouth. She had been shot into the back of Derek's throat and plastered to his esophagus, and had slowly dripped down. Her last sights was Steve beginning to pull out after erupting, light flooding into Derek's mouth as his tongue crested over the horizon. Chelsea had yelled and screamed for help but in the confusion and the chaos neither of the three other woman had heard her. At her bug to a bug size this was fatal, and the tiny girl was currently swimming in Derek's stomach acid. He location unknown to the 5 other, this would become her grave.
"YOU KNOW HONEY, IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG DEREK MIGHT JUST SWALLOW YOU. HE'S A GROWING BOY, AND WE BOTH KNOW HOW MUCH HE CAN EAT!" Steve laughed as he teased Debbie, who had now been searching for a few minutes. Chelsea had to be here, she had to. The stress was starting to eat away at the usually cool ER nurse as she she searched in vain. Derek was of no help either, his tongue growing increasingly impatient as time stretched thin. The last remains of Steve's cum dripping off her body, Derek was getting a taste of his Mom, and she tasted delicious.
Done with the night, Steve spoke. "Alright boy, if your Mom can't find her in there then we might need to discuss alternate scenarios. If Chelsea isn't in your mouth or down in my cum, then she might still be in my dick, or you might have swallowed her."
Derek spit Debbie out. "Wait, how are we gonna get her out then?"
Steve cracked a sly smile, and shrugged. "You know what, this late at night it might be best not to worry about it."
"What?" Derek and Debbie both spoke in unison. What did Steve mean, not worry about it?
"Listen son," Steve put a big arm around Derek, "We can spend all night trying to find a needle in a haystack, or we can just... keep this as our secret! Even if we spend the next few hours looking in your stomach and my cock, we might never find her, and chances are if she is in one of those places, she's probably not doing so hot right now anyway."
Derek's hungry stomach grumbled as his father spoke. He clutched at it, embarrassed by the idea he just ate someone.
"So let's just grow these ladies back, get them to bed and call it a night, sound good?" Steve released Derek, grasping at the gun.
"Uh, yeah, sounds good Dad." Derek still had his hand on his abs, unaware of Chelsea finally dropping into the bottom of his belly. His gut had made quick work of her, and she was now on her way through the rest of his digestive tract. He felt uneasy at the request, but his father's casual nature helped calm his nerves.
Debbie was fuming. She was screaming at Steve but he flicked her back down, pushing her into the cum again. She got a full mouthful on the way down and Steve laughed. There she was, small as anything and buried by his seed!
The rest of the night went smoothly. All three women were grown back, Debbie losing consciousness as she did. The men hauled them up to their rooms, placing their sleeping bodies under the covers. Steve reassured Derek that Debbie losing consciousness was a sign the amnesia had worked, and slapped his son on the ass before heading back to the master bedroom. Derek slipped into his bed next to Claire and stared at her back, amazed that she had been small enough to slip into Steve's cock.
The next two weeks were marked by a noticeable difference In Steve and Derek's relationship. Derek had nightmares the first night about everything going wrong, but upon waking he his Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and his Dad was at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Steve had given his a smile and a wink, and life continued on as normal. The police had come asking where Chelsea was but Lisa couldn't remember any of the night, and Steve said that she had returned home alone and clearly under the influence of something. Steve was also much more interested in spending time with Derek, maximizing his time to do regular father-son bonding activities. Derek felt closer to Steve than ever, even if it had come at the violation of his family members and the disappearance of Chelsea.
Two weeks on the dot Steve knocked on Derek's door and had a big grin on his face, and the shrink ray in his hand.
"Good news Derek! We've got a chance for some more father-son time tonight." Steve spoke, nudging the growing erection in his pants. "There's gonna be a couple of ladies over tonight because...
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