Tiny Naked Father
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
navegully
Steve froze, staring up at the two. Surely he hadn't heard his son right. That would be absurd. He wouldn't actually tell him to-
"Strip," Derek repeated, raising his voice and frowning as if he was trying to correct a pet's poor behavior and not speaking to the man who'd conceived and raised him. Johnny smirked beside him, watching the exchange with a blatant delight that reminded Steve of the fate that awaited if he refused to obey. Truly, he had no good choices here.
Fearing the worst, the tiny adult rushed to comply. His fingers trembled with his shirt buttons, removing the top with haste and tossing it aside. He grimaced as the two teens leaned in to watch, but moved to undo his pants and kick them into the pile, soon followed by his socks. Until he stood there in just his underwear, now shivering even more and reluctantly finding that he missed the comfortable heat of his son's pocket.
"Okay, I did it! I stripped! Please, Derek-"
"No."
The syllable cut his voice down. He flinched as his son loomed closer, the corner of his mouth rising in a smirk that was beginning to match his friend's.
"N-no?" Steve asked.
"You're not finished. Didn't you always tell me that a job isn't worth doing if you don't do all of it? You're still wearing clothes."
Steve balked. The underwear was his last fleeting layer of protection, of normalcy. And he knew it would beyond trivial for either of the boys to snatch him up and tear that away. But no, they both wanted to watch him do this. They wanted to make him give it up, the first of many defeats surely to come. But if he wanted to have any chance of getting his size back, he had to recognize that Derek still held the device that could do that. Derek had his future in the palm of his hand. So Steve nodded, still shivering, and slowly bent down to work his boxers off and set them aside with the rest.
At once his world erupted into raucous laughter. Derek and Johnny snickered, delighted by the display.
"Wow, Dad, and I thought you were supposed to be the big man of the house?"
"Mr. Jordan, that's so teeny. I can barely see it even if I squint!"
Steve's face reddened and he crossed his legs, feeling suddenly like he was living out one of those dreams of being naked in front of a whole classroom. A huge finger bowled him over, knocking him flat on his back as the wind of their breaths washed over him.
"See now?" Derek continued, his voice rich with amusement as he spoke. "That's how you prove you're learning your lesson. Maybe someday you'll be a real man." Words that Steve had once used while punishing his son were now thrown back at him.
"Strip," Derek repeated, raising his voice and frowning as if he was trying to correct a pet's poor behavior and not speaking to the man who'd conceived and raised him. Johnny smirked beside him, watching the exchange with a blatant delight that reminded Steve of the fate that awaited if he refused to obey. Truly, he had no good choices here.
Fearing the worst, the tiny adult rushed to comply. His fingers trembled with his shirt buttons, removing the top with haste and tossing it aside. He grimaced as the two teens leaned in to watch, but moved to undo his pants and kick them into the pile, soon followed by his socks. Until he stood there in just his underwear, now shivering even more and reluctantly finding that he missed the comfortable heat of his son's pocket.
"Okay, I did it! I stripped! Please, Derek-"
"No."
The syllable cut his voice down. He flinched as his son loomed closer, the corner of his mouth rising in a smirk that was beginning to match his friend's.
"N-no?" Steve asked.
"You're not finished. Didn't you always tell me that a job isn't worth doing if you don't do all of it? You're still wearing clothes."
Steve balked. The underwear was his last fleeting layer of protection, of normalcy. And he knew it would beyond trivial for either of the boys to snatch him up and tear that away. But no, they both wanted to watch him do this. They wanted to make him give it up, the first of many defeats surely to come. But if he wanted to have any chance of getting his size back, he had to recognize that Derek still held the device that could do that. Derek had his future in the palm of his hand. So Steve nodded, still shivering, and slowly bent down to work his boxers off and set them aside with the rest.
At once his world erupted into raucous laughter. Derek and Johnny snickered, delighted by the display.
"Wow, Dad, and I thought you were supposed to be the big man of the house?"
"Mr. Jordan, that's so teeny. I can barely see it even if I squint!"
Steve's face reddened and he crossed his legs, feeling suddenly like he was living out one of those dreams of being naked in front of a whole classroom. A huge finger bowled him over, knocking him flat on his back as the wind of their breaths washed over him.
"See now?" Derek continued, his voice rich with amusement as he spoke. "That's how you prove you're learning your lesson. Maybe someday you'll be a real man." Words that Steve had once used while punishing his son were now thrown back at him.
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