“I think I want to go wash up. I feel a bit sweaty”, I tell my Dad. To be honest, the heat from the sun on the car ride home made me produce more sweat than usual, perhaps it was related to my recent weight gain.
“Trust me son. I understand”, my Dad says with a sympathetic smile, “I’ll go call Larry, he said he wanted to talk to me a bit more before we left”. My Dad walks to his bedroom, (or perhaps it was my bedroom now?), and leaves me standing in the living room alone. “Time to get washed up”, I think as I head upstairs to my bathroom. I find my sense of balance is a bit unsteady as I climb the stairs and luckily the rail prevents me from making any unintended trips back downstairs.
When I get upstairs, I see my bedroom on the left and instinctively walk to it. I open the door and peer inside to see my same old room but just from a higher and much larger perspective. “I’m really going to miss this place” I say as I sit on my bed. I hear my bed springs creak before I roll my eyes and get off. “I really need to get on a diet”, I think as I walk toward the bathroom.
I enter the bathroom and lock the door before opening it again. After all, Dad was the only one home now and it didn’t make any sense to prevent him from viewing his previous body naked. I start to undress, taking off my slightly damp shirt first. I stare in the mirror to see my Dad’s or my new body staring back at me. Curious, I decide to rub my thick fingers over my new chest hair before taking notice of my larger stomach and giving my belly a playful smack. It jiggles from the motion and I hear myself chuckle as I slightly become relaxed. I don’t know why, but I was slowly starting to become used to my new body.
Suddenly, I shake your head. “No David! You can’t start to adjust yet. There’s still hope that I can turn back.”, I say aloud trying to regain my senses back. “Besides, this is Dad’s body!”, I say as I quickly take off my cargo pants and footwear before reaching for my boxers. “It’s no big deal you’ve already seen it… just take them off and hop in the shower”, I think as I reach for the waistband. I pull my boxers off quickly revealing my hairier bush and bigger equipment. Not trying to take too much interest in my Dad’s junk, I walk into the shower and turn the faucet on. As cold water begins to wash over my body I feel a slight sense of compression around me.
The shower was a lot smaller in my new body which made it more difficult to maneuver. “I should’ve used Dad’s”, I realize as I struggle to turn my body around in the shower. Now that I had excessive body hair (or any to be honest), I had to spend a lot of time lathering it and rinsing it off. I try focusing on my new bushy beard first but I’m not exactly sure how to wash it. “Do I just use shampoo?” I say trying to effectively wash it as I pour shampoo on it. The whole ordeal is an incredibly soapy mess and After a while I consider it a lost cause and focus on the rest of my body.
I can feel the strange sensation of washing my thicker and wider body with my soap bar. Not only is there more hair… everywhere! I find it difficult to reach certain areas of my body. My gut prevents me from bending much and my new height leaves much more body mass to be cleaned. There’s also the part of having entirely new parts to wash, including my moobs and my huge stomach. I can feel myself slightly feel odd as I lather my new larger dick and balls and try to not take notice of the exhilarated feeling I get from it.
Finishing my shower I turn the faucet off before realizing I forget to bring a towel and another set of clothes. “I guess I better just go get them”, I say as I walk out of the bathroom and trek across the house naked and wet. I reach my parent’s bedroom and step inside to see my Dad still talking to Dr. Larry. He spots me but doesn’t say anything, more focused on the phone call than anything. I spot Dad’s towel laying on his dresser and quickly use it to dry myself off.
Dropping it on the ground I decide to just put on my Dad’s pajamas. I didn’t feel like going out for the rest of the day and in a few hours it would be nighttime anyhow. I put them on as Dad ends his phone call and hangs up. “Are you really that tired David?” Dad asks me noting my attire. At first I consider he’s making a joke at my expense but I see he has a concerned look on my… well his face.
“Nah. I just don’t feel like going out for the rest of the day.” I tell him as I sit on his bed. I hear no sound emit from the mattress and grin as I lay my whole body across it. Dad’s beds was big enough to fully fit my entire body and as I lay on it…