Paul was exhausted by his second ejaculation in less than 30 minutes. Despite his body's
sudden heaviness, or maybe because of it, he realized his oldest son's face was buried in
his crotch. Hoisting himself up, he got up from the bed to put some distance between
them. He was a little embarrassed by his nakedness, but mostly because Don was fully
dressed and he wasn't. To be honest, Paul had absolutely no idea what to say after the
episode that had just passed.
For his part, Don was just lying on the bed, watching him with a big grin on his face.
Finally Don spoke, breaking the tension. "Dad, I think that has got to be just about the
coolest thing that has ever happened." Paul frowned. Coolest? Which part? But before he
could get out a question, Don continued: "I guess we can finally dispense with all the crap.
For starters, the thing about having to have the car back by midnight. I'll take it tonight
and bring it back when I'm ready."
Despite the weirdness of the situation, Paul's personality immediately shifted gears. It was
something of a relief to know what to say and do. Almost automatically the words came:
"Now Don, we've been over this a million times. My house: my rules," Paul said firmly.
Don chuckled. "Dad, I agree I've heard you use that line more times than I can remember."
Getting up from the bed, he came to stand just a few inches away from Paul. The same
height, they were practically nose-to-nose. It was a little menacing, despite the smile on
Don't face. "That was before I knew that 'your house' referred to a doll house. So, if you
don't like what I do from now on, you can just SHRINK until you change your mind."
Paul gasped as his son said the magic word again. He thought he felt Don's hand on his
balls. He looked down to push it away, but saw Don's hands were at his sides.
Nevertheless, what felt like fingers were massaging his balls and as he watched, he saw
them shrink visibly. In a split second, the sensation travelled out his long, soft dick. He
inflated slightly even as he felt the caressing touch reduce his manhood. Having shrunk
his equipment, Paul felt gentle motion everywhere in his body at once -- his skin, his
muscles, his bones, his fur.
His gasp turned into a sigh as he felt the whiskers in his mustache wiggle as they
shortened. Shrinking was definitely taking longer this time. As the sensations left him, he
started to wonder why until he lifted his eyes to respond to Don's threat. He expected
Don to be slightly larger -- about 3 inches and still very manageable. Instead he found
himself looking at someone at least half a foot taller, maybe more. In addition to feeling
better and taking longer, Paul had lost significantly more of his stature. Suddenly deciding
discretion might be smarter than confrontation, he closed his mouth.
Don smirked looking down at Paul's soft but puffy cock, "Besides, I think you secretly like
this. You probably wanted me to discover this all along." Turning away, Don went to the
door. "You should probably go to your room. I'll get the boys on their homework, and
then I think I'll head out."
Paul huffed, trying to muster enough masculine energy to put up a fight. "I can always
cum again you know."
Don half-turned in the doorway, "Yeah, but how many times in a row? No, I think there is
a new sheriff in town." Not waiting for a response, Don left.