Written in first person. Max’s POV
When I woke up, I noticed I was back in my room, my dad was snoring again and I could feel our chest grow with every breath, it was funny to think that I was in sync with my dad, something I didn’t noticed before, we shared the same lungs after all. Then my dad rolled to his right, and I tried not to let my head lay on top of his but my muscled grew tired and I gave up after a couple of minutes, his beard was itchy.
I did nothing, in the position I was, I could do nothing, just have my dad’s beard touching the right side of my face, and hear his annoying snores. I decided to close my eyes a bit but then I noticed my clothes were a bit too tight, the tank top was compressing my torso and it was so frustrating not being able to arrange it.
After a while I could smell something delicious, it was beacon, and eggs, probably mom was making breakfast, then my dad’s breath became normal and he started yawning, our body moved in a upright position, sitting at the edge of the bed. I could feel my feet tease the cold floor in search for some my dad’s flip flops.
It surprised me because I don’t remember doing it yesterday, in fact I don’t remember feel anything but my face until now. I could feel my dad’s hands touching the bed shits, the tight tank top, the pressure of our ass sitting at the border of the bed and the way my toes tried to fit perfectly with the strap between my bigger and second toe. No, it wasn’t mine, it was my dads’ toes.
My dad then stands up and walk toward the door, making sure to smile at me when passing by the mirror.
“Good morning son, looks like you woke up earlier today”
“Morning dad”
When we get out of my room, my dad decided to stretch his body a bit more, raising his knees, flexing his arms and rotating his wrists. I could feel everything, even that painless crack you have when stretching your bones. In the end he kept opening and closing his hands like if he were squishing some stress balls.
He walked toward the bathroom I shared with Kenneth closed the door behind, he washed his hands and I could feel the cold water moistening them, then he washed both his and my face with some of water and looked at the mirror afterwards.
It was pretty clear my dad had a serious acne problem going, just like me , more pimple were visible on his cheeks, and a small zit was growing on his forehead, If was right, he would probably be hiding more under his bronce beard.
As for me, I had grown more hairs on my face, even the ones my dad shaved yesterday, were already starting to grow! This must be a joke, why now? I’ve never been able to grow a single hair but now that I can brag about my new beard I can’t because I’m stuck with my dad. But it all be alright once I get back my body.
After trying to pop that zit on his forehead, my dad continued by shaving my newly grown beard, he trimmed his a little and then headed downstairs to the kitchen. It was odd to me because I could feel my feet touch the floor on every step and when I looked at them I didn’t felt the usual vertigo from being this tall, I was more aware of my surroundings. My dad’s belly made it a bit hard to see his feet.
When we got to the kitchen my mom was at the sink and a plate of scramble eggs were at the table with beacon! My dad walked towards my mom and he grabbed her waist. It made me uncomfortable grabbing my mom like that but it wasn’t me, I could only feel it. My mom greeted us and kissed my dad, she asked how we were feeling while my dad took his place at the table.
Breakfast never smelled so good and I wanted to start eating but then I noticed in had a weird sensation in my pants, my dad was getting a boner and I could actually feel it! This was something new and when I decided to pay attention to their conversation my dad was saying he felt a bit numb.
“… yesterday I though it was transitory but today I feel it all over my body”
“Oh honey, I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’ll take your blood pressure just in case. Now it your breakfast”
My mom left then room and finally my dad decided to start eating, and he gave me most of the beacon. My mom came back and checked our blood pressure and took a few other measures but everything turned out to be ok, although I think something was wrong with dad and they didn’t want me to worry. My mom said she would pick up Kenneth from his sleep over and reminded us of the blue serum. When I was alone with my dad he said.
“I’m not sure why, but I’m not full yet, what do you say Max? Want another round?”
I knew it was bad for my dad to eat that much, too much fat, maybe that’s why he was having acne problems like a teenager, or his numbness could be also related. But I was starving and I couldn’t say no to more food.
After having a second breakfast my dad walked us to his bedroom. He started undressing leaving only his underwear. And grabbed new clothes.
“Dad”
“What is Max?”
“Don’t think we should get a shower first? I haven’t take a shower in years” he smiled
“Looks like you were really knocked out, I’ve been taking showers at night while you sleep, to make it less uncomfortable. I thought the water would wake you up a bit but it seemed like you didn’t noticed.”
I was relieved to hear it, and it also made sense because we weren’t smelling of sweat like yesterday.
“But you do need to brush your teeth, I haven’t been able to do it for you ever since you woke up”
Dad decided to wear some sweat Shorts and a different tank top, he also put on some socks and shoes, in the end he looked at the mirror one last time and he probably noticed the same thing I did, because he Grabbed the fat Of his gut with both hands.
“We will do some work out today”
And so, dad decided to do some work out, but before he went to l the bathroom and the tried to brush my teeth but his hands move awkwardly, it didn’t matter that I could feel his hand grabbing my toothbrush, I couldn’t control it, but we managed to do it correctly and in the end I used some mouthwash to feel that fresh minted breath.