Your father frowns as he stares at your bed, puzzled why you weren't in bed. You stood there in shock at the sheer size of your dad as he just stood there in tight gray boxerbriefs. You shake your and begin jumping and waving in hopes of getting his attention, as he is the only one that you want to be found by. Unfortunately he doesn't see you and begins to leave. Without missing a beat you leap off the bed and use your sheets as a slide to reach the floor safetly, once there you sprint as fast as two inches can go and make it to the hallway just as your father was stepping into the living room, you continue to follow and once you turn the corner you see him in his lounge chair with the news on while he drinks coffee. You hurry to the base of the chair and stop right at his foot, you quickly jump into his left foot and pull some hairs, getting an immediate response. "What the Hell?!?" Your father says in quite a loud voice as he lifts his foot in the air with you on it. You almost fall off but continue to hold onto his hairs as the foot slides up onto the seat of the chair in between his thighs. You hop off quickly but fall to your knees feeling nauseous. While recovering you hear the foot slip back off the chair, so you look up to see your dads face staring at you with a dumbfounded expression. "Dad you have to help me! I've shrunk somehow and I don't know what to do! Please help!". You yell quickly. Your father still just stares at you, and you begin to get uncomfortable under the stare. Finally he speaks, "Uhh, sure son I'll help...but I don't know how...so why don't you calm down and gather your thoughts?". He says this like its easy, but from your view you were two inches tall standing between your dads thighs with his much larger than you package sharing the space with you. "Calm Down??! I can't calm down! Nothing like this has ever happened ever and all my dad can do is stare at me and-" You can't finish your complaint as your dad shifts in his seat causing you to lose your balance and slip down the seat before his junk stops you, you slide halfway underneath it, leaving your hands to rest on it, your dad lets out a satisfied grunt as your legs wriggle underneath his bulge. "Son you need to calm down and I think solitary confinement is in order. You pale and don't respond as he..
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