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Chapter #5
Father Son Bonding
by: Unknown
Phillip looks up at his giant son with a worried look, he hasn't exactly said anything since asking for help, looking at him as if it was a question that needs some thought.
"Sam, please, take me to your mother." Phillip asks begging his giant son, already feeling uneasy about being held in his sons hand like this. "Are you even listening to me?"
Sam's expression quickly turns into a wicked smirk, lifting Phillip up to meet his eye level. Phillip let's out a small squeak as she sees his sons giant yet handsome face filling his view, seeing every single detail on his billboard size face sends shivers down his spine, the little freckles around his nose, the cracks in his skin and the few spots of acne plastered all over his face.
"But you're rather cool at this size Dad." Sam says, his warm breath washing out over Phillip as he speaks.
"This isn't cool." Phillip whimpers as the warm breath made him blush a bit, feeling more unsure about the outcome with each passing second. He can feel his body heat up as Sam holds him firmly in his grip, whimpering once again as Sams grip tightens around him.
"It is, I've always wanted a little person to play with." Sam admits.
"What on earth are you talking about?!" Phillip shouts, his little legs flailing as he hears this new information.
"On some sites, giants playing with little people are always fun to watch." Sam smiles as his massive gaze lingers on his tiny father in hand, rubbing his chest with his thumb as it slides up his body. "Though I never really wanted a tiny man, wasn't really my thing, but I guess I'll take what I've given."
Phillip is ready to scream at his son for what he had just said, his whole body turning red and freezing in fear as those words painted so many pictures in his mind for him. He's not even sure how to react, he feels so embarrassed and so angry. He wanted to argue with him and tell him to just put him down and leave, but with the way he's looking at him and holding him, it feels like his mind was already made up, and there was no way he was changing his mind.
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