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Mike took the bait and of course spent the entire week being a lazy teenager. He jerked off to internet porn, his sensitive and much reduced penis spurting load after load over women that wouldn't ever give him the time of day again given how unlikely he was to grow any taller. He didn't do any clearning and his new father Jeff (who he remembered as being his father since they swapped ages years back with his new memories replacing the old ones) had used the specifics of the Chronivac to take on his father's old height, weight proportion and lack of hair.
Reality shifted after one week. Mike had forgotten all about the deal he'd made with his new father, but Jeff remembered it all. He woke up one morning to find himself feeling the edge of the bed with his new, enlarged size 16 foot. He looked at his foot as he sat up. His body hadn't fit the bed like this before...
He stood up and was seized by an almost immediate sense of vertigo. He was 6 foot 5 inches now! He blinked, scratched his stubble and felt the coolness of the room around his head. Gingerly, he touched it.
"I'll be damned," he said out loud, in a gruff and baritone voice even lower than it had been before. The mirror held even more amazing surprises. Standing there in the reflection was a paragon of manhood. His muscles extended in athletic DILF perfection all over. His body heaved its weight with every turn. Every minute flex brought him incredible joy and delight. He was a bald bodybuilder monster of muscle, weighing a full 278 pounds exactly.
"Fuck. This is...unbefuckinglievable!"
Not only did he have his father's old proportions, he had only remnants of a hairline, which receded all the way to the back of his head, and he kept it closely shaved. He frowned. God, he couldn't believe how intimidating he looked now! Stumbling around he put on shirts and pants that were much larger than any of his old clothes and made his way downstairs to greet his adopted son, formerly his father.
In this universe, his father was even smaller than before. For whatever he had taken had proportionately shrunk little Mikey. Even though he was technically 16, he didn't look much older than 12. He slinked across the kitchen in clothing that revealed his stick figure to the world with a men's small sized pink T shirt draping across his spindly frame and skinny jeans.
"Hi, Daddy!" his slutty, horned up fag teenager greeted him, practically dry humping his daddy's massive leg. "You want some breakfast, Big Daddy?" Mikey urged Daddy Jeff to sit down to a breakfast his whore of a son had made for him, sausage, eggs, oatmeal, pancakes with blueberries, a baked potato and bacon. Daddy Jeff wolfed it all down as little Mikey caressed his Daddy's burly baseball sized bicep, which he flexed as he ate, ignoring the look on Mikey's face that indicated he wanted to give Daddy Jeff a morning blow job.
"The fellas are gonna come over tonight and blow loads all over you later. You're gonna have quite the cum bath tonight, you little cumwhore," he told Mikey nonchalantly. Mikey stood up, all 4'10" of him, and he clapped like a girl, doing a little dance, and twirled around for a little bit like the fruitcake of a son he was.
"Oh. Em. Gee. I can't wait."
"Know you can't. You're practically begging for it with those little whore lips of yours, amirite sweetheart?"
"Do you want to fuck me before I go to school, Daddy?"
"No time for that now, pumpkin. Daddy has a long day of work ahead and I intend on fucking your mouth a few times later tonight. You want Daddy to make your face into a fag cinnamon roll, hmm?"
"Yeah, I do. I can't wait. Thank you, Daddy." Mikey tried dry humping Daddy Jeff's legs. His micropeen was only an inch long now. He was a boi, and would never be considered a man and Jeff was fine with things turning out this way.
In this reality, Jeff often played games with his former father shrunken now to a horney slutty gay boi.
"Come on, sweetie," he picked his former father up by the scruff of the neck and carried him over into the garage. "Try to lift Daddy's tool box. Can you do that, boy? Go on. Try to lift my tool box, you fucking sissy."
Mikey allowed himself to be humilated. He lifted with all his might but the toolbox wouldn't even leave the floor. Jeff sighed, bent over and picked up the heavy metal box that weighed more than his new son. "What a wimp you are, Mikey!"
Mikey was furiously touching himself watching this display of humiliation. "
"Stop touching yourself, slut. Get your shit ready for school, you fucking cum dumpster." Mikey complied and scurried off to carry out his Daddy's orders. Jeff stowed his tool box in his Jeep Wrangler and soon he was dropping his son off at the local high school where even most of the cheerleaders were taller than his puny gay bitch of a son.
"Think I'm gonna like this new reality," Jeff said to himself, flexing a 21 inch arm, distracted all the time by how incredibly sexy his body was now.