Dad wandered us up to the bedroom, and looked through the drawers for other clothes to wear, at our, his, 6'8" form. Feeling like dead weight I set on scanning the room, as he tried to hold various items up, seeing what might fit. My eyes caught view of us in the mirror, for a second I coulda sworn we looked more like brothers than father and son now, but before i got a chance to do anymore Dad cut me out of the trance.
"Max!"
"Huh?"
"I can't find anything else that'll fit, we might have to just stay naked till I get these washed. I felt a tug as Dad went to go to the door, then we stopped. "Max. Are you doing something?"
"No..."
After a moment I realised I could wiggle the toes on the left side, and with a bit more concentration, I raised the leg, throwing off the body's balance, Dad yelping as he leant on a shelf to stabilise us, our weight gradually pulling it off the wall, but not quite in time to make us fall.
"Max! If you're going to start taking control of more of my body I suggest you learn when we are not standing..."
The body part not completely "mine" like the arm, shook as Dad took control, annoyedly moving us to sit on the bed, letting me play with the new control. It felt weird, but good weird, this massive foot, and with it maybe some equality in our arrangement... till we were split of course. I could almost feel my Dad try to take control again after a few minutes, but determined I began pushing back, making it shake, but quickly was stopped. There was that other feeling I was quite used to now. In our- Dad's crotch, a dick at half-mast, and rising. I couldn't tell if it was mine or his, and as I looked up from the foot I had been trying to claim, accidentally, I made eye contact with Dad in the mirror. Awkwardly I tried to break the silence.
"Dad, we can't get these to stop if we ignore them."
He kept staring for a moment, thinking. "You are probably right. But no. It's inappropriate. Even if it feels good, I can wait until you are back in your own body."
"What if I didn't get a new body?" I said more out of curiosity, and fear that whatever Mum was saying about my nervous system fusing might cause complications.
Dad stayed silent for some time, staring at our body, taking in the large, toned form, taller than he'd ever been, the belly somewhere between fat and a muscle gut. The dick was bigger than mine was before and at it's size, I bet probably his too. The happy trail running up branching towards both of us. It truly did look like a body made to share.