"Hey Don," Paul said, trying to think quickly. He watched as Don came in the room, and it was clear that the young man saw the pronounced reduction in Paul's
size. On the one hand, Paul was worried about what would happen next... but at the same time, he felt his dick stiffening at the thought of getting even smaller. He
had to take control of the situation, but he really didn't want to get rid of Don.
"I've had a rough day today." Paul continued, rolling onto his stomach on the bed, trying to casually rearrange his thickening erection. "It's been especially tough on
my back. How about you give me a hand?" It had been a while since Paul had hurt himself at work, but over the years Don had helped Paul out with muscle
injuries from time to time.
Nothing had escaped Don's attention. Not the uncomfortable sound of dad's voice, not the shortness, and definitely not that swelling boner. He opened his mouth
to say something, and then closed it again to smile. "Sure," he said, and came over to the bed and put his hands on either side of dad's neck. "You're home early
today," Don continued, kneading the muscles beneath his grip. "Did something happen at work?"
Paul felt a shiver when Don's strong hands started squeezing and releasing his shoulder muscles. Oh, it felt so good to be... handled. The feel of Don's large, flat
palms rubbing against his hot skin. Ah, it was absolutely incredible. Paul started to gasp a little and move his body against Don's grasp. This was definitely the best
massage of his life.
He was feeling so good, that it took about 30 seconds before he realized Don was expecting an answer to the question. At the same time, he realized that Don's
fingers were reaching over his shoulders and tickling his chest hair.
"Yeah, there was some kind of accident in the area where I was working with some of the other guys." Paul said, trying to think fast. "Can you move your hands
down a little lower on my back?" Paul tried to change the subject.
Don pulled his hands down dad's back and away from his hairy front. It was clear that whatever had happened to dad was still happening, as the man continued to
diminish. It was totally obvious. Why was he being so cagy about it? "An accident!" Don exclaimed. "What kind of accident?"
"Oh, can you move down a bit lower?" Paul said, feeling the heels of Don's hands covering more of his back. He started to grind his hips against the bed just a
little, to give his straining cock some much-needed stimulation. Then he paused to think. "Um, the accident," he spoke slowly, "well, I didn't actually see it... it was
just near where we were working. They sent a bunch of us home." Another deep breath and firm shove of his prick against the bed while those manly hands
gradually grew. "Lower," he instructed.
Don moved down to just below the shoulder blades and inspected his father. Not an inch over four feet, obviously horny as hell, probably involved in a chemical
accident of some kind, and he was pretending like it was no big deal. "So, like a chemical spill of some kind?" Don prodded.
"A little lower," Paul asked. "Yeah, probably," he said. "Lower... good... ok, lower... yeah... now further apart, good... down, down..." Paul spread his legs as he
rocked his boner against the bed. Don had been guided down to his thighs by now. "OK, closer in... yeah, together... good, now up a little..."
Don complied as dad's voice gradually got higher with each request. By the time all the movements were over, the little man had travelled more than half the
distance between four feet and three, and practically had Don rubbing his balls while he rubbed his dick against the bed.