"I'm not going to rub your feet!" You howl at your father in disgust. "I'm your f*****g son for god's sake! You should be helping me get back to normal!". You expect your Dad to roar at you in anger, half expecting him to disown you and tell you you were going to be small forever. However he does none of this. Instead he just sits back, arms crossed and tilts back in his chair, his big size 13 feet, resting on the hard wood desk above you.
"Now Jack" Your Dad says, very calm for someones whos just been verbally assaulted by a tiny teen. "I am no longer your father and you are no longer my son. You see your not even a human anymore, your a worthless bug. Whilst i on the other hand, i am a perfect god whos job in life is to make your every moment hell right up until i see fit to "exterminate" you like the pathetic bug you are."
You both sat in silence for a while, you looking horror struck and your Dad smiling at the massive power he held over you.
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