Brad, on the other hand, found his new body anything but skinny. He walked over to the mirror on the back of his Dad’s door and took off his dad’s flannel shirt but left his dad’s T-shirt in place for the moment. Standing, gazing at the mirror, Brad marveled at all the hair on his new body. He liked the look of the well-defined pecs pressing against the tight T-shirt.
“Whoa!" Brad exclaimed aloud as a hand reached down and smoothed the T-shirt over his abs. "I am a real man! Cool!”
In the other room, Ben’s reaction to finding himself trapped in his son’s under-developed body turned out to be much more subdued. He stared at his reflection. His chest looked smooth and completely devoid of hair.
“Hell, what chest?” Ben whispered aloud.
At the same time, just down the hall, Brad slipped off his T-shirt to fully see his pecs, his abs, his biceps... "I’m Superman!” Brad exclaimed and began to laugh again. He slid his hands over the hair covering his massive chest.
“This feels so weird. It…” Brad couldn’t help giggling… "It tickles.”
Meanwhile, in his son’s room, still transfixed with the reflection in the mirror, Ben dared to unbutton his jeans and let them slide down to his ankles.
In his former room, his son, now in Ben’s body, did almost the very same. With his jeans pooled on the floor, he lifted his feet from the pile of denim. Brad saw that he was wearing gray boxer briefs that showed off his dad’s — well, now his own — very nice package.
In his son’s room, Ben stripped down and was wearing only a pair of white briefs. He groaned in dismay to observe no outline, no hint of his junk, in the otherwise snug tighty-whities.
Meanwhile, Brad rummaged around his Dad’s room, opening drawers and looking inside the closet. There, he made a discovery that excited him.
“Whoa! Dad's leather jacket. So cool. And it probably fits me now!”
Brad took it from the closet and slipped the leather jacket onto his huge frame. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring at his huge body dressed in only the leather jacket and the tight boxer briefs.
“I look so cool!” Brad exclaimed.
“I look pathetic,” Ben thought to himself as he stared in the mirror. "Oh my God!" His voice was panicky as he managed to locate only a little fuzz growing on his crotch.
Brad stood at the mirror and took down the front of his boxer briefs to reveal his father’s — now his — soft cock surrounded by a nest of thick bristly dark pubes.
“WHOOOOOA!” Brad exclaimed. He had usually avoided looking at his dad's cock whenever he happened to walk into the bathroom and find him naked, but now he can even reach down and touch it.
Meantime, with a sense of dread, Ben pulled down the cotton briefs and stood naked in front of the mirror in Brad’s room. Like observing a wreck, he could not tear his eyes away from the sight that made him feel like crying as he stared at the thin, tiny dick and balls barely as big as two almonds.
“Wow! It's so— so—“ Brad struggled for words as he reached down and wrapped a hand around his shaft. “...big!” He removed his hand and continued exploring his father’s room, wearing just his Dad’s leather jacket. “My leather jacket now,” Brad said and laughed.
Discovering what had been hidden beneath his son's tight boy briefs had been the biggest shock yet for Ben. He had always felt really proud of his endowment. Now, it was all gone. Or might as well be. But, as he stared down at it with a sort of sick fascination, he watched it get hard. It's still little more than a tiny prick, though.
He always knew that Brad appeared to be slow at developing, but he never guessed the kid was, well, still very much a kid.
Brad found himself fond of the feeling as his new, big dick flopped around as he walked around the master bedroom and went from drawer to drawer in his father’s dressed until he came across his Dad’s humidor. He opened the hand-carved humidor and smelled the rich scent. He picked up a cigar and held it in his hand. It’s the first time he has ever held one before. It’s nice and thick. “Wow! Dad’s cigars! Cool!”
He brought it up to his nose and sniffed it once very briefly and pulled it away again. Then, more slowly, he put it back to his nose and took a very deep breath. “Oh, that smells really, really good,” Brad said.
The smell even added to his gradual arousal — a fact that had escaped his attention at first as his cock became semi-hard.
“I wonder…” Brad said aloud, reasoning with a theory that had entered his mind. “Like, I'm my dad now, and my Dad smokes. It would be so cool if I could smoke one of his cigars.”
He tried to remember where his Dad kept his lighter. He walked to the dresser. Best he could remember, his Dad kept the lighter and the thing to cut the ends of the cigars on top of the dresser.
Meanwhile, only a few yards down the hall, Ben had climbed into his son’s twin bed. He didn't bother putting on any pajamas, and for some reason, he can't pull the covers up yet. He was still too absorbed in noticing his new body. Fascination kept winning out over his cringing sense of dismay at his puny but evidently functional privates.
Brad looked over and saw the brass punch and the lighter his Dad used for his cigar smoking. His newfound enthusiasm waned when he worries about his father’s reaction. “Dad is gonna kill me if I smoke his cigar,” Brad said. “But hey...it's like I'm kinda Dad now...so...”
He picked up the brass punch. “Now let’s see if I can remember how Dad does it...”
Naked in his son’s bed, still trying to come to terms with his change, Ben was shaken by a horrible thought. What if the change is somehow one that keeps him stuck in Brad’s body? What guarantee did they even have that he might eventually regain an adult body?
The frightening prospect caused one immediate reaction as his tiny, thin dick became rock hard.
In the spacious comfort of the master bedroom, Brad put the golden thing at the end of the cigar and pushed down. “Cool!” Brad said as the device bit through the rolled leaves.
Down the hall, in his son's twin-sized bed, Ben reached down very tentatively and touched the little dick. He felt it stiffen even more.
Cigar now in his mouth, Brad looked into the mirror, saw himself still wearing the leather jacket and with one of his dad's cigars between his lips. Around the cigar, he managed to form the word, “Wow!”
Ben had forgotten how sensitive a young dick could be. The sensation from a hesitant touch with his fingers burned through his nerve impulses.
Not knowing or much caring what his father might be doing down the hall, Brad tried to pull off an imitation of his Dad using the lighter.
He used his thumb, just like he has seen his Dad do, and clicked it with his thumb to open and... The Zippo opened up. “Ahh, got it,” he said triumphantly. Then he pushed against this wheel thing and the lighter ignited. He brought the flame to the end of the cigar and saw a red glow. He started puffing furiously on the cigar as it burned. With every delicious puff, his body responded. His puffing became more steady, slower.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Brad murmured. “This tastes so—“ Brad puffed furiously. “—So good.”
He puffed harder. “It feel so—“ Brad groaned. “What the…”
Brad looked down in shock at his penis. “It's— it's getting bigger,” he cried in alarm. “UGGhh. What's happening?”
The entire time, he kept puffing furiously on the cigar he had smuggled from his Dad’s humidor. Cigar clamped in his mouth he slipped off the leather jacket.
In his son’s room, Ben began slowly rubbing his tiny, hard dick. It felt hyper sensitive and he made whimpering noises as a result of the sensations.
Brad stretched out on the king-sized bed, cigar clamped in his bearded jaws. “I've never…” Brad groaned. “ever felt this way before.”
He started touching the huge cock to make it go down again. “Oh yeah!” Brad moaned.
He continued puffing fiercely on the cigar.
He leaned back on the bed and pushed his head onto his pillow. "Oh God!" Brad moaned as he stroked.
His hand cupped around his 9" hard dick. It throbbed, pulsed, lengthened, and thickened. In between puffs on the cigar, he managed to voice his confusion. “I’ve never felt like this!”
Brad rubbed his dick tentatively. Slowly at first. Then, after he realized it felt really good, he kept stroking as he continued to savor his cigar.
The bed springs squeaked as Brad threw himself into this new activity. With every puff he took, he made his new body more aroused. His cock felt so much harder. Almost instinctively, Brad started rubbing his dick harder and faster.
“UUGH UGGH PUFFFFF PUFFFFFFF ARGGGGHHHH!”
He panted heavily. “This is, oh God, this is so…” Brad puffed more heavily on his cigar. “It’s so…oh my…”