Chapter #8Reproductive system by: Unknown Thinking about biology class made Derek's view line going back to his father crotch.
What the hell was his father thinking?! He then looked back at his father face, not angry anymore, what he see was something else, a mischievous grin now crossing his face.
Swallowing hard, Derek answered his father.
:- Well dad, we're studying the male reproductive system...
:- GOOD SON, SO YOU DON'T TOTALLY IGNORE CLASS. AND WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?
Derek started sweating, what was the point of all this? "OK, I'll try following it's lead, meaby he'll grow me back if I play his game".
:- SO SON, WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER?! Said Steve, more imposing now, raising itself on its full height and crossing his arms on his chest, still keeping the shrink ray in his left one.
Derek wanted to answer, but he was awestruck by the view of his dad shorts, now with a prominent bulge in it. "Shit, It must be bigger than me!"
:- SON, DON'T LET ME WAITING.
Derek tries to get a hold of himself, moving his sight to his hands. It was still difficult not to think at the bus-size cock hiding in his dad short, but now that e wasn't watching it, maybe he could find something to say to his dad.
:- Dad, the male reproductive has a dick and... Two testicles... And... Well
:- OK, GO ON SON, WHAT IT DOES?
:- What it does? Well... If I put it... I mean... If used to...
:- SON DON'T BE EMBARRASSED, WE'RE ALL GROWN UP MAN HERE... WELL, ONE OF US AT LEAST. Said Steve, laughing a bit.
Derek was even more mortified now, he reached the duvet on his side and grabbed it, trying to cover himself with it.
Mean wile, he attempt to make words out of his thoughts.
:- I... If a man put it in a woman he feel good...
His dad looked down at him, Derek was not watching him, still he could feel his gaze.
:- DEREK, WATCH ME.
Derek really didn't want to look up at his dad face, fearing his anger.
:- DEREK, LOOK - UP - AT - MY - FACE!
Steve was trying to contain his anger, but that little shit was really pushing his patience. He calmed down thinking of the hell he was going to put his son trough.
He lowered one and, the one free, and kneeling down he picked his son head between his finger, forcing him to look right at his eyes.
:- DO NOT DISOBEY ME ANYMORE!
:- Yes dad! Sorry Sorry I wont do It anymore I swear.
Derek was practically screaming out of fear now, looking at his enormous dad, that so easily could make him obey.
:- GOOD. Said Steve, leaving his son's face, and rising up once again.
:- NOW SON, WHAT IS YOUR LITTLE AND PATHETIC DICK MADE FOR? WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF YOUR RE-PRO-DUC-TI-VE SYSTEM?! He spelled the word, thinking that maby his son would catch the hint, and bringing his right hand down on his crotch. He keep looking at his minuscule son, while stroking his dick trough his shorts.
Derek felt relief when is dad left his head free, but now, watching the titan fully awakening his hidden monster scared the shit out of him.
Steve must have realized in what state was his son, cause he stopped stroking and started talking soft to Derek.
:- DEREK, DEREK KEEP A HOLD OF YOURSELF, COME ON, WHAT HIS THE REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM MADE FOR?
It wasn't Easy for Derek, but he menage to speak.
:- It's for reproduction? For make baby?
:- FINALLY. IT WAS THAT HARD?
Derek felt a bit better, his dad now seemed calm, even if its dick was stretching his shorts and now preventing Derek from watching his dad face directly.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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