Never leave

In the suburban town of Edenfield, at the end of a quiet street, nestled between a white picket fence and a well-manicured lawn, lived a single father and his only son. The father, James, was a tall and muscular man in his late forties, his rugged features belied a heart of gold. His son, Aiden, was a striking young man of twenty-one, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. Aiden had just finished college and was getting ready to set out on his own, a prospect that worried his father deeply. James had lost his wife to cancer when Aiden was just a toddler. He'd raised his son single-handedly, working long hours as a construction worker to provide for their needs. Now, as Aiden prepared to leave, James felt a pang of anxiety. He couldn't bear the thought of being alone again, and he worried about Aiden's inexperience in the world. One day, James stumbled upon a strange item while on a job site. It was a briefcase, unlike any other he'd seen before. The case was old, the leather worn, and the lock had no keyhole. Piqued by curiosity, he brought it home. That night, as he tinkered with the briefcase, it unlocked with a satisfying click. Inside was a small vial labeled "Size-Shrink Potion." Intrigued, James read the instructions, which promised to reduce the consumer to a fraction of their original size. The potion was untested, but James's desperation to keep Aiden close led him to disregard any caution. He waited until Aiden came home from a night out with friends. As Aiden stumbled into his room, James slipped the potion into his favorite drink, a vanilla milkshake. Before long, Aiden felt a sudden dizziness and collapsed onto his bed. He woke to find himself shrinking, the sensation both terrifying and disorienting. James watched from the doorway, his heart racing. When Aiden was no more than three inches tall, James scooped him up with a large spoon and placed him on a shelf in the study. "You're not going anywhere," James whispered to the miniature figure, feeling a mix of guilt and relief. In his new form, Aiden could see the world in a way he never had before. The house was a colossal maze, and he spent his days exploring its nooks and crannies. He'd watch in amazement as his father went about his daily routine, unaware of Aiden's presence. But James's intentions were not entirely altruistic. As Aiden's body adjusted to his shrunken state, James became fixated on his new, diminutive son. Aiden found himself the unwilling object of his father's lust. One day, James summoned Aiden to the study. He could sense the hunger in his father's eyes and bristled at the command. "I want you to pleasure me," James commanded. Aiden's heart raced. He was powerless to refuse. James sat in his recliner, his immense body dwarfing Aiden. He parted his legs, revealing his throbbing erection. Aiden crawled onto his fathers leg, the thick, coarse hair tickling his face, and began to crawl upwards. He licked and nibbled at the swollen flesh, the scent of his father's arousal was intoxicating. The pleasure was intense, and James groaned with satisfaction. "That's right, my little toy," he growled, his finger gently cupping the back of Aiden's head. Aiden squirmed and blushed under his father's touch. This was not how he'd envisioned their relationship. From then on, the encounters grew more frequent, Aiden forced to serve his father's insatiable desires. The once-equal bond between them was irreparably altered, reduced to a twisted game of domination and submission. In the end, what began as a father's desperate attempt to keep his son close had become a sickening game of control. Aiden, now a mere plaything, had lost all semblance of autonomy, trapped in a world where his father's desires reigned supreme.