Don's mouth hung open as he saw his reduced father's tiny and aroused state. Just behind him, in the kitchen, Bryan and Brett were casually arguing as they tried to figure out what happened to their father. His stunned mind working quickly, Don put the cover back on the hamper and picked it up. Paul was rocked back and forth as his son carried the giant wicker container out of the room, saying, "I might as well get the rest of the laundry." His brothers, who hated doing the laundry and were preoccupied with where there father had gone, did not question him.
Don opened the hamper again in his old bedroom. His father was still in there and in the interim had decided to try to grow back before he was subject to Don's inevitable curiosity. Therefore, he was caught jerking off when the lid came off again.
"Dad!" gasped Don. "What--?"
Paul sighed. He couldn't say he was disappointed with how things were going... Don was as much of a hunk as he, himself, was, and Paul was certainly in a position and state of mind to notice it right now. But he had no idea how he was going to explain this.
"Well, son, get me out of here, and I'll tell you what's going on."
Don reached down, his comparatively massive hands wrapping around his father's body and lifting him carefully out. He put him down next to him on the bed, still shocked at his size and obvious state of arousal. "Dad, how did you shr--?"
It took all of Paul's will power to leap forward and scream, "Don't say it!" Shocked into silence, Don could only stare. Paul climbed gingerly onto his giant son's thigh and felt the warmth of his mountainous flesh through his pants. "There is a word," Paul went on," that starts with 's' and ends with 'k.'"
"You mean shr--?"
"DON'T SAY IT!" Paul yelled quickly. He straddled Don's thigh and felt the powerful muscle between his legs. It felt like being on a wide horse. "If you SAY it, it will happen to me again!" Not that he minded the thought of it, his son looming larger. Unconsciously, Don began to squeeze his legs, grinding his crotch on the denim material beneath it.
"You mean you'll shr--?"
"YES!"
"If I SAY it?!?!"
"YES!"
"Oh my god!"