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After his first year at college Caleb finds there are some rather big things in his future
This choice: Continued with your hands but there's always more to wash. Your touch grows him?  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

The Magic Touch

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You couldn't help yourself, whatever had been stirred awake within your father was clearly being brought to light in you as well. This man amongst men, who could have the touch of anyone he desired, for some reason wanted your touch, and for some inexplicable reason you found yourself desperate to provide it, boundless pride welling at the thought that you'd been given such a privilege as to be born of this man's impeccable lineage. Dropping both loofah and pretense, nothing but physical contact sufficing, you went ahead and began to again wash your father's broad back, slowly, methodically, enraptured by the powerful brawn.

This time Shawn began moaning entirely uninhibited, instructing his son as to where he felt the most pleasure by simply increasing in verbosity when his hands found purchase in such spaces. For all his eagerness and all Caleb's apprehension though it was the younger man who dared to push things further as Shawn felt one of his son's hands glide downwards to be occupied with his beautiful bubble butt as another sensation joined his flesh, the telltale press of a kiss followed by another, and another, all sending a rush of electricity coursing through him. Never one to be out done though Shawn decided to advance thing even further as he turned to face his son, pulling the boy close and feeling Caleb's, more modest, musculature through his own as their erections pushed against each other, fighting for space, with Shawn's clearly dominating as his member stood as much above Caleb's as the man did over his son.

The two men then kissed, Shawn bending slightly to accommodate his son's need and Caleb standing as high on his toes as he dared in the water to reciprocate his father's gesture. But as their lips locked and their tongues became entangled each felt a powerful sensation was over them as they both closed their eyes and enjoyed the deep forbidden kiss. The kiss, to their mutual disappointment, was not long for this world as Caleb began feeling his father's lips pull away, though not of Shawn's volition, and when they both opened looked upon each other once more it became abundantly apparent that Shawn was now taller than the shower stall, and less than a foot from the ceiling.

Your mouth hung open for a moment "...Dad..." was all you could manage as you stared at the sight before you.

"Oh Caleb," Shawn said feeling his newly grown body," I can't possibly tell you how happy you've made me."

"...I...I don't understand..." was all you could say.

"You don't need to," your father said as one of his massive hands played lovingly with your wet hair, " All that's important is our connection."

"But dad...I want to know..." you pressed as you stared longingly at his body.

"Well, the short of it is in my family, rather our family, there's long since been a legend that stated if the "one true giant" were to find his true love, and that love be reciprocated, an immeasurable pleasure would be bestowed to them, but I never imagined something like this would actually happen," Shawn explained.

"How come I've never heard of this?" you asked, skeptical despite the visible proof.

"It's kind of a lost tale," Shawn began, "I only found out about it in some stuffy book that was hidden away in your great grandparents attic. When I read it I of course didn't believe it, though I was hopeful on some level. Being so tall I figured I had "the giant," after all I don't know how well you remember you grandparents but they were each barely 5'6 and it just made my pulse race whenever I thought maybe just maybe it could all be true."

"But that's..." you trailed off.

"Crazy?" Shawn asked before letting his dick and balls come to rest on your head, literally t-bagging you, "Then how come I can do this?"

Apparently nothing, not even an intensely erotic act with his son or the fulfillment of some kinky prophecy, could keep your dad from acting like he was twelve. "Dad knock it off," you said stepping out from under his member, "So this...this is all for real?"

"Mhm," he affirmed with a smile.

"...and that means...I'm your...true love...?" you asked aloud.

"Mhm," your dad said again with an even bigger smile. "But there's so much more to it, like you have noooooooooo clue," Shawn said, fulling sliding into kid mode.

"Well maybe you should tell me," you suggested.

"Ok, well first,
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