New Curfew

Matt fumed as he picked up the opened letter on the kitchen table. It was clearly addressed to him and yet his father had opened it anyway.

Matt had been expecting the letter for a week. It was the results of his final exams and he was anxious to see his results. He had worked hard through the first year of university, only going out once or twice a month despite all his friends partying every weekend.

He had even broken off a two year relationship with Pete, his high school sweetheart to dedicate to his studies.

Matt picked up the envelope but the letter was gone. Typical, he fumed.

Walking through the house, Matt knew his father would be only in one of two places. Either in the basement, working out on the home gym equipment, or upstairs in his study, working.

Matt clumped down the stairs, the radio was on so he thought he would check down there first. Nothing.

As he climbed back up stairs and then headed up to the study, Matt started to calm down a bit. By the time he opened the door to his father’s study he was capable of a rational discussion.

Matt’s father was sitting with his back to the door, typing at his keyboard. Matt couldn’t help but admire his fathers solid body. At only 18 Jeff had become a father and at 21 he had lost his wife to cancer. For the last 15 years he had dedicated himself to finding a cure for the cancer that had claimed his wife. He had made several lucrative discoveries that allowed him to work where and when he liked.

He had decided to work from home to be closer to his son, setting up the gym downstairs so he could remain in shape. He was a solid man, broad shoulders with a narrow waist and firm buttocks. Long, strong, toned legs and handsome, manly features, dark, short hair and hazel eyes finished the picture. He was not your typical looking scientist. But then, thought Matt, he wasn’t your typical dad either.

Jeff had become fiercely protective of his son, the only physical reminder he had of his wife. He was determined to protect Matt from everything that could hurt him and ensure that he was given the best start to life.

In his more generous moments Matt acknowledged that these were traits of a loving man. Usually though, Matt found the restraints on his freedom more than he could bare.

At 18, Matt was an attractive catch. He had a similar build to his father, if not quite as solid and the softly spoken, almost shy, personality of his mother. But to be caught, you had to first be available.

That was the problem. Right through school, Jeff had made sure he knew where Matt was at all times. If he was late home by 5 minutes, he was grilled to exactly what he had been doing. There was never any room for excuses either.

The restraints had been loosened slightly when Matt started attending university, but not by much. That was where most of the tension had come from over the last 12 months. Matt thought he was still being treated like a baby living in a prison-like environment, whereas Jeff seemed to think he was allowing his son to run free – to be his own person.

Matt’s meandering thoughts came back into focus as he saw the letter sitting on his fathers desk, near the mouse pad. He knocked on the door frame.

His father didn’t turn around, just held up a hand to indicate he should wait a moment. Matt suppressed an annoyed sigh.

After about three minutes, Jeff flicked the monitor off and turned around to face his son. He picked up the letter as he turned. “I try to be lenient with you and this is what I get,” he murmured in a disappointed, martyred voice, brandishing the letter.

Matt walked into the room, confused, he took the letter and scanned it. Surely he couldn’t have done that badly! He had busted his balls this year. He checked the results – distinctions in almost every subject and one high distinction – even better than he could have reasonably hoped for.

He looked up, expecting his father to be happy, the whole melodramatic thing just a ploy to throw him off guard. His father still sat there, a frown on his face.

“What’s the matter Dad? These results are great! So much better than I thought I’d get.” Matt got more confused as the frown on his father’s face deepened.

“Great!” he snapped, “You’re capable of so much more than that trash!” there was anger in his voice now and he stood up, ripping the letter from Matt’s hand. Matt was no push over, but Jeff could be truly intimidating when he set his mind to it. “This is how you thank me letting the pressure of you! You slack off all year and then you get these pathetic results and you try and pass them off as good!” he was incredulous.

“But, Dad, I…”

“But nothing! I can see I am going to have to take steps to make sure you work harder in future.” He reached behind him and grabbed something off the desk. Before Matt could move, Jeff had pressed it to Matt’s neck. There was a hiss of noise and Matt felt a cold sting.

He jumped back, slapping his hand to his neck, looking at his father in astonishment.

Jeff seemed to have cooled down immediately, he held a hypospray in his hand and when he spoke it was with a calm, rational, clinical voice, “I’ve been exchanging mail with a colleague on the internet who was having similar problems with his son. He came up with a rather ingenious way of dealing with it. I’ve added to his solution, of course, but I think you’ll find it very effective.”

“Have you gone nuts! What did you just do?!” Matt nearly screamed it, his father had injected him with something and he could feel a tingling spreading throughout his body from the contact point.

“I’ve just injected some nanoprobes into your body. At the moment they are attaching themselves to certain, vital parts of your dna and altering them. It shouldn’t take long.”

Jeff turned his back on Matt and sat down at the desk, turning the monitor back on and started typing some commands.

Matt started towards his father, determined to make him face him and explain what the hell was going on. For a moment everything went blurry and Matt thought he was going to throw up. When his vision cleared his father was gone.

Movement made him refocus. He screamed as he saw his father turn around, his legs coming into view.

“That should make you more manageable,” Jeff said, sounding very satisfied with himself. He leaned down and wrapped his hand around his six inch tall son, picking him up and sitting him on the desk next to the mouse.

***

 “Consider yourself grounded, young man,” Jeff was saying to his now tiny son. “I won’t have you out partying up with those loser friends of yours. You’ll spend the summer here at home, studying. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be the person I always intended you to be.”

Matt climbed slowly to his feet, backing away from his father. He was terrified and all he wanted to do was to get as far away as possible. He hit something hard behind him and he whirled around to see his fathers’ coffee cup, now almost as tall as him.

“I have direct control over your size from this pc. At the tap of a few commands, I can alter your size no matter where you are. I’ve also downloaded the software into this palm pilot, so I don’t need to be at the pc or at home.”

Matt, already freaked out, nearly burst into tears as the coffee cup loomed bigger. Within seconds it towered above him. He turned around to see that his father was even bigger now. He had been reduced to about an inch in height.

“Oh, and I made a modification to my friends instructions. I thought it was a bit too dangerous for you to be at this size, so I’ve made you a little bit more…flexible.”

What on earth was his father talking about? The words made no sense to Matt. His head was reeling. He kept thinking it must be some horrible dream but it felt far too real and he knew, beyond a doubt, that this was all actually happening.

He cowered as his father reached out towards him, a massive thumb, more than twice as big as him was coming towards him. He screamed as it started to press down on him, sure his father was going to smear him across the tabletop.

His screams cut off suddenly as the thumb pressed firmly down on him. He couldn’t begin to describe the feeling as his body compressed under it, bulging out of shape. He watched as the thumb retracted.

He could still see, he was still alive, but he knew that he was now just a blob near his father’s cup with a thumb imprint in it. What had his father done to him?!

“As long as you are reduced in size, you’ll gain the protection of being almost indestructible. When you’re normal sized, you’ll lose that protection, but I’m working on a way to fix that problem.”

Matt’s heart skipped a beat. He was going to be returned to normal! He would have jumped for joy except that at the moment he didn’t have any legs and was stuck firmly in place.

“Of course, you can’t study all the time, you’d burn out.” Matt was ready to be returned to normal now, he really was, “So when you aren’t studying, I’ll shrink you down and keep you with me so I know that you’re not out risking yourself.”

Wait-a-minute! Was he serious? The only time Matt would be normal sized was when he was studying – all the other times he’d be a tiny blob of plasticine? Matt’s head started spinning again. This couldn’t be happening.

Unnoticed, Matt had regained his shape. Jeff reached out and plucked him from the table, cupping his son in the palm of his hand. It was so weird having him there, knowing that this tiny creature was his son and that he was his “giant” protector once more, just like when he’d been a little boy.

“I can see you need some time to get used to the idea, so I think I’ll keep you with me like this for a while. I’ve got some work to do though, so…” Jeff typed a command into the pc with his other hand and watched as Matt grew slightly, back to about 6 inches tall.

“You should be safe up here,” he said, sitting Matt on top of the monitor, his legs over the edge.

From what his friend on the internet had said, Jeff needed to get Matt used to the new situation as soon as possible. He had described how he had done it and Jeff had agreed that it had seemed to work well so he decided to try it now.

Ignoring his son was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Matt was outraged, screaming abuse alternated with heart wrenching sobs of frustration. Jeff longed to reach out and comfort his son but he knew that he had to break this rebellious streak. The cursing was just symptomatic.

Jeff allowed Matt to calm himself down. It took about an hour before he sat down again on the edge of the monitor. Jeff had to fight not to smile, it was working all to plan. Now it was time to take it to the next level.

Without looking at his tiny son, Jeff reached out and grabbed him in his hand. He ignored the startled squawk as he tightened his grip, squeezing Matt out of shape. Without ever looking at him, Jeff rolled Matt into a rough ball shape and started to rhythmically squeeze on him, just like he was a stress ball.

It was surprisingly satisfying. He had made Matt exactly the right resilience for this sort of thing. He was firm but easily managed. Already Jeff could feel himself starting to relax, the stress of the last couple of days draining from him.

***

Matt was in shock yet again. He could barely form a coherent thought as his father repeatedly squeezed him in his strong, dry grip. He could feel his dad’s fingers wrapped around him and was astounded at the strength in them as they massaged him again and again.

He couldn’t understand what had happened and why his father was doing this to him. He wasn’t just some object – he was a living, breathing, thinking human being. More, he was the flesh from his father’s loins.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jeff finally put him down on the tabletop. He watched as his father stood up and stretched, working the kinks out of his body from the prolonged stint at the computer.

Even as Matt started to regain his human shape and started to think that the torture was over, Jeff reached out and once again gripped him in his hand. There was the noise of his father tapping at the keyboard again before he saw the hand grow around him. Once more he had been shrunk down to about an inch, but as he was in a roughly ball shape, he was more like a marble than anything else.

There was downward movement and then darkness before the hand released him. Matt dropped a short distance before coming to rest in the depths of his fathers pants pocket.

***

It was all that Jeff could do not to put his hand in his pocket and play with his son. He knew that by now he would have regained his normal shape and he wanted to see him again.

He managed to last an hour before he decided it was time to get Matt back out. He reached into his pocket and grasped Matt’s tiny body. He kept him cupped in his hand as he moved into the kitchen.

Without looking at his son, he placed him on one of the kitchen chairs. Pulling the palm pilot from his other pocket, he tapped in some commands and watched as his son grew back to his normal size. He felt guilty at the look of distress that Matt had on his face but Jeff knew that this was all for the best and put his guilt aside.

When Matt had regained his full height Jeff put the Pilot away. Acting as though nothing unusual had happened, Jeff asked his son what he wanted for dinner. Matt just sat there, staring at his father in disbelief.

Jeff shrugged his shoulders, “Guess it’s my choice tonight,” and started peeling some potatoes. He could feel Matt’s eyes on his back as he stood at the sink.

“You might want to give some thought to what you’re going to study during the break,” Jeff said, without turning around. “If you cost out the books and study guides you’ll need I’ll let you go and get them tomorrow.”

There was still silence from Matt. Jeff knew that his son would be processing a lot of information and feelings at the moment so he didn’t press the issue. He did find it annoying, however. He knew that, given enough time, Matt would eventually see that this was for the best. His colleague had told him that his son had reacted negatively at first but had soon come round.

It was a quiet meal, Jeff found no need to partake in small talk and Matt didn’t seem up to it. His son only picked at the meal and sat almost in a daze.

When Jeff had finished and cleared the plates away he turned to his son, “Can you get that list of books for me please Matt? I’ll need it in about 15 minutes.” Matt nodded dully and stood up. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and shut the door.

***

Matt lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing at a million miles an hour. He was most definitely in a state of shock. He couldn’t believe that his father could or would do this to him. He was tempted to climb out the window and run to the police.

There were only two things that stopped him. First, the police would never believe him and second, what if his dad’s threat of being able to control his size at a distance was true? He didn’t want to be out in the street and suddenly be the size of a grape.

He’d been laying there for about 15 minutes when his body began to tingle. With a startled yelp he jumped to his feet. It was too late. The feeling spread and in moments he had shrunk back down to about 6 inches tall.

He stood in the middle of his bedroom, yelling in frustration. The door opened and he saw the massive silhouette of his father standing in the doorway. “Got that list ready, son?” he boomed.

With three long strides he was passing over Matt, making him duck for cover from the huge shoes slamming down. Jeff looked at the desk, looking for the list of books. He knew it wouldn’t be there but he put on a show of shuffling papers before turning and glaring disapprovingly down at his tiny son. “This is exactly the sort of behaviour I was talking about. I sent you up here for a reason, young man, and I find that instead, you’ve been goofing off – probably lying on your bed staring off into space.” He took a threatening step forward, forcing his son to crane his neck back even further.

“You’ll learn that when I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.” Jeff leaned down as he spoke, reaching out to grab his son. Matt tried to run but Jeff plucked him from the floor effortlessly. He held him loosely in his hand as he left Matt’s room and headed for his own.

Sitting down on the bed, he opened the top drawer of his bedside table. He reached in and deposited Matt in the middle of a pile of cloth. You’ll be sleeping in here from now on, son. I’ll leave it open but I wouldn’t suggest you try climbing out.”

Exhausted, Jeff kicked his shoes off and peeled his socks off, throwing them in the wash basket. He stood up and took his shirt off before removing his pants. Clad only in his black briefs he headed off to the bathroom for a shower.

Fifteen minutes later he came back into the bedroom, a thick towel wrapped around his waist. He deliberately didn’t look at his son as he grabbed a book from the dresser. At the side of the bed he pulled the covers back and threw the towel into the basket before lying down on the bed to read for an hour or so.

When he was finished, he reached over, still ignoring Matt and turned out the light. As he lay there in the dark, thinking about the monumental step he had taken in securing his son’s future, his hand strayed down to his groin.

Jeff was hornier than he had been in years and his cock needed some relief. He didn’t associate his horniness with the power he had over Matt but when he finally came it was harder and longer than he could easily remember. He grabbed some tissues from the bedside, cleaning himself up in the dark and throwing them into the bin next to the bed.

That night Jeff slept deeper than he had in many years.

***

Matt didn’t get any sleep at all, however. He lay in the dark, curled into a ball. He couldn’t see his father but he didn’t need to. He knew what his father had been doing and it sent waves of panic and fear through him. He had heard the deep grunts and rhythmic movements that indicated his father was jacking off. By itself, that wouldn’t have worried Matt, but combined with the fact that his father was now the size of a small mountain, Matt was absolutely terrified.

He dreaded what the morning would bring. His father had only had possession of him for less than half a day, what would he do during a full day?

***

Matt watched the room gradually lighten as the sun came up. His father still hadn’t stirred and he was dreading when he finally did.

An hour later the alarm went off. Matt clamped his hands to his head in agony. The clock was directly above him and the loud, piercing noise, combined with the vibration through the wood was excruciating.

He heard a loud thud and the alarm cut off as his father hit the button. Looking up Matt saw his fathers massive face come into view. He watched as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and then looked down at his son. Matt cringed as one massive hand dipped in and wrapped thick fingers around him.

He was carried at his fathers side as he walked from the room.

Sitting Matt on the bathroom sink, Jeff deliberately ignored his son as he lathered up to shave. With the faucet running he carefully scraped off his stubble, aware that Matt was looking at him with a mix of fear and awe. The awe was acceptable, even understandable. The fear was something that would have to be worked on.

As he wiped the remainder of the soap from his face, Jeff contemplated what to do next. His friend on the net had taken his son into the shower with him but Jeff didn’t want to do that just yet.

Coming to a decision, he placed the plug in the sink and half filled it with warm water. “I’m going to take a shower, I suggest you take a bath.” Jeff sliced off a small piece of soap and dropped it into the water.

Stepping over to the toilet, Jeff pointed his cock into it and relaxed his bladder. He sighed at the relief, unaware that his son was staring at him in awe. Flushing the toilet Jeff reached into the shower and turned the flow on, adjusting it to the right temperature. The feel of the hot water sliding over his skin was bliss.

He could feel the stress of the last couple of weeks washing away from him. Jeff had spent many a sleepless night before making the decision to do this to Matt and now that it was done he could relax. He knew he had made the right choice.

He found his hand in his crotch. He was horny again and combined with the hot water and soap, he couldn’t help himself.

***

Matt slipped into the warm water. He was still trying to recover from seeing his father take a leak. Seeing his father naked was nothing new but seeing his fathers dick when it was roughly the same size as him was something else.

Grabbing the soap he started to lather off. He could see the huge shadow of his father through the shower screen. He tried to ignore it but a grunt from his father made him turn.

Matt’s blood ran cold as he saw what his dad was doing – again. There was another grunt and something wet and thicker than water hit the shower curtain. There were several more splashes of what Matt realised could only be cum before he saw his dad wash his juice away.

Despite himself, Matt found that he was hard as well. There is something primal about sex, even masturbation, and when it is happening on the scale of a building, it is almost irresistible.

A couple of minutes later the water in the shower shut off and Matt watched as his father pushed the curtain aside, grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying off. His dad seemed totally ignorant of the fact that his tiny son was watching him.

Matt kept his eyes glued to his father as he stepped closer, impressed by the way his dad had kept his shape. He was truly a great specimen of mankind. Matt expected to be picked out of the basin but Jeff continued to ignore him, instead spraying on some deodorant.

“Hope you’re finished son, you’ve got a big day ahead of you today.” For the first time his father actually looked at him when he spoke. When Matt nodded that he was finished he braced himself as a huge hand reached in and picked him up, placing him on a towel. There was a scrap of soft material there which Matt assumed was to be his towel.

Matt rather self-conciously dried off, aware that his father was just standing there, watching his every move. Matt was even more conscious of the fact that his father was still naked.

He couldn’t see his father’s huge dick, the counter was quite high, he could see the growth of pubic hair just above it.

When he had indicated that he was dry he was again engulfed in that massive hand.

He was carried for a short distance before he heard the sound of a drawer opening. With Matt still in his hand Jeff started to pull on a pair of black briefs. For one horrified moment Matt thought that he was going to be dropped in to share the confined space with his father’s schlong. Instead, he was carried by the side of them into his own room where his father put him down on the floor.

“I’ll grow you back to normal in a minute. I want you to get dressed and then make out that list of books.” Matt craned his neck up to try and meet his father in the eye. Instead his eyes latched onto the massive bulge that was constrained within the black underwear. It pushed out from his father’s body and made Matt’s mouth go dry.

“I want you downstairs in 30 minutes. I’ve decided you can go and get the books, I have some other things I need to do this morning.” Matt managed to wrench his gaze up to his father’s face, “I’ll give you the cash. I expect to see you back here, at that desk, studying by 11am. Understood?”

When Matt nodded, his father grunted in agreement. Turning he walked out of the room and back in the direction of his own room.

Moments later Matt felt the tingle spreading through his body. The world contracted around him as he grew back to his normal size. For a minute he just stood there, savouring being back to normal but he jumped at the bellow from his father’s room, “25 minutes, mister!”

Matt grabbed some clothes and threw them on then set about making the list of books.

***

Jeff was sipping on his morning coffee as Matt raced into the room. He looked pointedly at his watch. Matt had made it with just over a minute to spare. Good.

He held out his hand and Matt handed him the list of books. Scanning the list, Jeff grabbed a pen. Crossing out one of the entries (he’d read it himself and totally disagreed with the conclusions the author had come up with) Jeff added two more.

Grabbing his wallet, Jeff handed over a couple of hundred dollars, “Remember – at your desk, studying, by 11, ok?” Matt agreed and headed towards the kitchen door.

“Oh, and Matt, one last thing.” When Matt turned Jeff was holding up the palm pilot, “I’ve set this to automatically start shrinking you at 11:01. If you aren’t back here by then, you’ll lose an inch every five minutes. I really don’t think you want to be in public when that happens. As soon as you get back here I’ll turn that off.”

He watched the look of fear that came into his son’s eyes even as he backed off and literally ran from the house. Jeff smiled to himself. This was really going to work out just fine.

***

Matt looked at his watch for the hundredth time in the last 5 minutes. It had taken him longer to find all the books on the list than he had thought it would. He sped around the corner and into his street. It was 10:58 already.

He screeched the tires as he pulled into the drive and fumbled for the keys to the house. Even as he pulled them from his pocket he felt his body start to tingle. By the time the door was opened the tingling had stopped. An inch in height lost wasn’t really enough to notice but Matt still knew that it had happened.

Bolting up the stairs, Matt ran into his bedroom. Grabbing the first book from the list Matt sat down at his desk, panting. Feverishly he started studying, continuely glancing at his watch. 11:05 came and went and there was no feeling of shrinking. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Without turning around, he knew that his father was standing at the door, watching him. Afraid to stop reading, he let his father stand there for five or six minutes before he left, never having said a word.

***

At about 3pm Matt’s dad walked back into the room, “I have to go out for a while son. I need to grab some groceries and some other things,” Matt started to relax, at least he would be out from under the thumb for a while.

With a cry of betrayed outrage, however, Matt felt his body tingle as his father activated the nanoprobes. Within seconds Matt found himself sitting in the middle of the vast expanse of his desk chair.

A shadow fell over him as his father came into view, “Sorry, son, but you’re just not to be trusted at the moment. You were late back this morning and I think you’ll be better off with me.”

Matt tried not to cringe as his father picked him up. He wasn’t held for long though, he was placed on the desktop. With a leap of intuition, Matt knew what his father was going to do even as he picked up one of the thick books. He tried to run but the book slammed down on him before he had even regained his feet.

***

Jeff looked down at his now flattened son. He had made him about three inches tall and after squashing him flat he wasn’t much longer. Pulling his wallet from his back pocket he opened the notes section, picking Matt up as well. He slid his son between two new one hundred dollar bills and then folded the wallet up, slipping it back into his jeans pocket. Should be nice and safe in there, he thought as he grabbed his car keys and headed downstairs.

***

Matt spent about three hours in the wallet in his father’s back pocket. Twice the wallet had been opened during that time as his father paid for his purchases. Now the wallet was being removed again. There was no noise outside so Matt reckoned that they were home again. He couldn’t wait to be returned to normal.

He was sick of the smell of leather and money. He was hot, too. The heat from his father’s body had radiated through the leather and Matt badly wanted a bath.

The wallet was put down and Matt heard the sound of keys being placed next to them. But the wallet didn’t open. What was going on? Had his father forgotten about him? He knew that his dad always kept his wallet on the mantle with his keys and guessed that that was where he was.

Matt stewed for another hour before the wallet was opened and his dad reached in, grabbing him out.

He was in his bedroom again and his father was standing over him with the palm pilot in his hand. As he grew back to normal size and shape his father was talking to him, “Hit the books for another couple of hours Matt. Dinner will be ready at 7. You can have until 9 but then I want another hour of review before bed.”

By the time Matt was back to full size his father had already left the room.

Matt sat at his desk with a book open but he wasn’t reading. His mind was awhirl with what his father was doing to him.

After about an hour Matt had had enough. He crept into the hallway and along to his father’s study. His dad was sitting at the desk with his back to the door. Sneaking back to his room Matt carefully opened the window. Climbing down the trellis was easy, he had been doing it for years. Once down Matt decided he’d walk, the car starting up might alert his father.

Matt felt a serious need to be with other people and he headed over to a bar that a lot of his college friends hung out at. Hopefully they would be there now.

* * * * *

Matt had been at the bar for a little over an hour and was finally starting to relax. He had started to loose his perspective being around his father and at his mercy. He glanced at his watch, 7:05 and so far nothing had happened.

He smiled to himself. Seemed that his father wasn’t telling the truth about him being able to shrink him from a distance.

He was chatting with one of his friends, a glass of coke at his lips when the tingling started. He spluttered into his drink and nearly choked. His friend was pounding him on the back and asking if he was ok.

Matt nearly knocked his friend over as he bolted from the bar. He knew it would be hard to tell but he was sure he had just shrunk an inch. He had to get home. It was a ninety minute walk from the bar to his house, Matt figured he could run it in a third of that time. Even so, it would mean he was a good six inches shorter by the time he got home, that would be noticeable by anyone who knew him.

Matt nearly tripped over when the next wave of tingling washed over him. His adrenalin was already pumping and knowing that he had just lost another inch pushed it ever harder.

By the time the third wave hit him Matt knew that something was wrong. He should have only dropped by three inches, instead, as he ran past a parked car, he realised he had lost more like a foot.

Only ten minutes had passed since he had started shrinking and he had lost a foot in height. At full size it would have taken him at least another twenty minutes to get home, if he continued to shrink like this it would take him a lot longer. He didn’t dare stop and ask someone for a lift, he was terrified they would see what was happening.

Ten minutes later, after two more shrinks, Matt realised he had lost another foot. He was about the height of a twelve year old. He was still at least 15 minutes from home.

Another ten minutes later and Matt realised he was about the size of a six year old. It was getting frustrating and Matt had tears rolling down his face. He had run for ten minutes but the reduction in his size meant he was still almost 10 minutes away.

When the next wave of shrinking hit him Matt realised he needed to change his tactics. He was only about two and a half feet tall now and if anyone saw him he would be in serious trouble. Now Matt had to run from shadow to shadow, making sure that no-one saw him. He just prayed that there was a point at which he would stop shrinking, this was going to take a lot longer to get home.

By the time Matt got to his yard the shrinking had indeed stopped. It was dark outside and he was terrified. At only 6 inches tall he was feeling extremely vulnerable. Being flexible wouldn’t help him much if a hungry cat ate him.

Climbing the three steps to the front door was an effort. He banged on the bottom of the door, knowing that his dad wouldn’t hear him but trying anyway. To his surprise, the door yanked open immediately, his dad must have been watching for him.

Matt had tears streaming down his face from his terror and as he looked up he saw the stern look on his father’s face, he knew he was in trouble.

The palm pilot was in his father’s hand and Matt thought he must have been going to grow him back before yelling at him. Instead Matt screamed as he got even smaller.

He looked up at his towering father in disbelief. He was just in time to see his dad lift his right foot over his tiny son. Matt futilely tried to stop the foot as it slammed down on him, squashing him flat.

* * * * *

Jeff was seriously pissed at Matt. When he had realised that Matt had snuck out he had nearly exploded. Seeing him on the doorstep made him realise he had been too lenient on his son. It was time to take this to the next level. Shrinking him down to an inch tall, Jeff didn’t hesitate. He lifted his foot and slammed it down on Matt, knowing he couldn’t hurt him but determined to teach him a lesson.

Jeff ground the ball of his foot down on his son, almost as though he was putting out a cigarette. When he lifted his foot he didn’t see Matt, he must have been stuck to the underside of his foot.

Stepping back inside, Jeff shut the door and walked into the kitchen. Sitting down on a chair he lifted his foot onto his knee. There was a gum-like smear on the bottom of his shoe that he knew was Matt. He grabbed a knife from the drawer and scraped Matt off, putting him on the table.

He had to teach Matt a lesson, but what could he do that would drive home just how serious he was about this? As Matt started to regain his normal shape a sly smile came across Jeff’s face. He knew just the thing.

* * * * *

Matt struggled to come to terms with what his father had just done to him. When he had seen his father towering over him in the doorway he had been afraid of what his father would say to him but elated to be home and safe.

And then his father had stomped on him, grinding him under his shoe like a discarded cigarette! Although he hadn’t been hurt, physically, the turmoil he was going through on an emotional level was staggering.

As he felt his body starting to regain its normal shape he watched his dad. He seemed to be deep in thought and there was a frown on his face. Matt didn’t like the smile that slowly slid across his giant fathers’ face. He knew, without knowing how, that it did not bode well for him.

* * * * *

Jeff got up from the table, almost absently grabbing Matt in his left hand. He let Matt continue to regain his normal shape as he went up to the study. Flicking on the PC, Jeff deposited Matt on the desk next to the keyboard. Matt had all but regained his shape and Jeff didn’t want to be having to keep an eye on him. He was still only an inch tall so Jeff reached out and grasped his son between thumb and forefinger.

Without looking at Matt, Jeff quickly popped him into his mouth and started to chew, just like he would on a piece of gum. The thought had come to him when he had seen Matt smeared on the sole of his shoe, just as though he had stepped in gum.

Matt didn’t really have any particular taste, and he was really a little bit too resilient to be chewed as easily as gum, but Jeff continued anyway. He let his tongue push his putty-like son around his mouth, smoothing him out against the roof of his mouth before pushing him onto his teeth and grinding him between them.

As he chewed he was busy pulling up the program that controlled the nano-probes and making some key alterations.

Jeff was so engrossed in what he was doing that he nearly forgot that he wasn’t actually chewing gum, that he was chewing his son. He remembered when he tried to absent-mindedly blow a bubble. He had smoothed out his ‘gum’ against the roof of his mouth and pressed it to the front, pushing with his tongue.

Matt, however, wasn’t gum and he didn’t stretch as easily. Jeff nearly spat him out when he started blowing and Matt didn’t give as easily as gum would. He smiled to himself when he realised what he was doing.

Half an hour later, Jeff was finished with the changes. Saving the program and executing it, Jeff spat Matt out into his hand. His son was unrecognisable as a human. He was coated in saliva and the chewing had mixed him up into a pale blob. Jeff watched, fascinated as that blob began to move on its own, slowly taking on the form of a tiny human.

Just before Matt fully regained his shape, Jeff pressed a button on the palm pilot. He looked at Matt intently to see if the changes had worked. Sure enough, Matt had stopped changing. Jeff watched for another couple of minutes to make sure it was holding. Jeff could now put Matt into any shape he wanted and then activate the changes making sure his son didn’t revert to normal shape, instead, holding the state that he was in.

Jeff pressed the release on the palm pilot, letting Matt regain his full shape. He still hadn’t said a word to his wayward son. He wanted Matt to learn that he couldn’t defy his father and hoped to impart a sense of just how displeased he was with him.

It was beginning to get late and Jeff decided that tomorrow would be soon enough for Matt to learn the changes to his programming. Grabbing Matt, Jeff headed for the bedroom.

Dropping Matt into the bedside drawer, Jeff stripped off till he was just in his briefs. Lying down on the bed he flicked on the bedside light and grabbed his book.

About an hour later, Jeff was ready to turn the light off. He was just about to shut the book when a thought struck him. Reaching into the drawer, without looking, he fumbled round until his fingers found his son. He sat him next to the lamp while he made a change on the palm pilot.

When Matt had reached 6 inches tall, Jeff grabbed him and the book. Jeff dropped Matt into the open book and then slapped it close. There was a startled squawk from Matt as his body was instantly flattened. Only his head was poking free, just like the top of a bookmark.

Jeff placed the book on the bedside and flicked the light off.

* * * * *

Matt watched as his father began to stir. He had managed to get a few hours sleep this time, even though he was being used as a bookmark.

Matt thought his father would release him as soon as he got up but that didn’t happen. Matt watched as his father swung his huge legs over the side of the bed and stood up. His father looked out the window near the bedside table, leaning forward as he did. Matt got a close up view of his father’s groin as he leaned over the table. He then got more than an eyeful as one massive hand reached down and gave that same groin a good scratch.

Then his father was gone, headed into the bathroom. When he returned several minutes later, he walked back over to the bed. He had a magazine in his hand. Matt’s view was cut off as the magazine was dropped over the book.

Matt’s eyes opened wide at the image that was right in front of him. Two huge, naked breasts. It was a porno.

The magazine was lifted away and Matt saw that his father had abandoned the briefs and climbed back into bed, sitting half up. In shock, Matt watched as his dad started looking through the magazine.

It was obviously turning him on, his rod was stiffening rapidly. It grew harder as his dad started to stroke it slowly.

After about ten minutes Matt saw his father drop the magazine and really start to work his massive tool. He spat in his hand and rubbed it all over, lubing it up. He was starting to make a few deep grunts as he came closer and closer to blowing.

Finally he reached climax and several spurts of cum shot out, landing on his fathers flat stomach. With a sigh Jeff lay back. He had really enjoyed that. The more so because he knew that Matt had been watching it all. He wiped his hands on a couple of tissues but decided to leave the cooling cum there for his son to see.

Jeff idly flicked through the rest of the magazine, reading some of the articles. After about an hour Jeff decided it was time to take a shower. Opening the book he grabbed Matt, scrunching him into a rough ball shape in the palm of his hand. In his other hand he grabbed the palm pilot.

Entering the bathroom Jeff tossed Matt carelessly onto the counter. Opening the shower he grabbed the bar of soap. From a drawer he found a pair of scissors and started gouging a deep line from one end of the bar to the other. When it was about a quarter of an inch thick he placed the soap on the counter and picked up the slowly reforming Matt.

Jeff rubbed his hands together, like you do with a piece of silly putty that you are making into a thin rope. After a few moments he opened them. Matt had stretched out to a long, thin, rope-like shape.

Picking up the soap again Jeff posited Matt over the slot he had cut and pressed him into it. When he was satisfied that Matt was firmly in place he picked up the Palm Pilot and entered the commands for the new adjustments.

Satisfied that Matt would stay in the new shape, embedded into the soap, Jeff reached into the shower, turning the water on. When the water was the right temperature he stepped into the shower, the soap in one hand.

Jeff was determined that Matt would learn that, as his father, he had absolute control over him. If he needed to degrade his son and break down his self-reliance and replace it with reliance on Jeff, that’s what he would need to do.

Jeff was not a patient man and he was determined that within 2 days, Matt would be totally reliant on his father and wouldn’t even consider crossing him again.

To that aim, making sure that the side of the soap with Matt in it was facing out, Jeff started to wash himself.

* * * * *

Matt was horrified when he realised what his father was going to do with him. As he saw his father’s massive chest rapidly approach, he choked back tears of frustration. He was rubbed across the huge pecs, the soap starting to foam up around him. Thick, wiry hairs were under him now as his father washed under his arm pits. Across the flat stomach and then up and down the arms, across the back and again the chest and stomach.

Matt couldn’t move a muscle, the new commands held him rigidly in place as his father started washing his massive thighs. The soap moved away from the body and Matt got a good look at his father’s wet and soapy body.

Very slowly the hand moved closer to that massive groin and Matt knew his father was deliberately allowing him to see what was coming to increase the impact of it.

Matt watched as the soap closed in on the groin. Contact came in the mass of pubic hairs just above the cock. Then his father started to wash down. Matt had fleeting glimpses of shaft, cock-head and balls as his father lathered up.

Then he was moving down the legs, the knees and the calves. Again Matt was allowed to see what was coming as his father stood on one leg, other foot angled upwards. As the soap was rubbed across the sole of his father’s foot, Matt knew that his father intended to break him.

When the other foot was done, Matt found himself moving back up the legs. Once more across the groin and then the hand ventured around the back. Matt was horrified once more as his father cleaned his crack.

Jeff placed the soap back on the dish, Matt-side-up, as he washed the soap off his body.

* * * * *

His hand lingered in his groin, his cock half hard. Now wasn’t the time though and he finished washing off, letting the hot water caress him.

Finally he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to dry off. He decided to leave Matt where he was for the time being while he ate breakfast.

Half an hour later, still naked, Jeff walked back into the bathroom. Grabbing the soap from the shower he prised Matt loose. Back in the bedroom, he pressed the keys to release Matt from his static form.

Ever since he had shrunk Matt, Jeff had been feeling full of energy. He had decided he need to burn off some of that so a workout was called for. Grabbing his gym clothes he started to get dressed. He had just pulled his white socks on and was thinking about where he could put Matt when he thought of the perfect place – at least to start with.

Grabbing his pair of size 14 Nike runners, Jeff placed them on the floor between his feet. Taking Matt from the dresser he casually dropped his now reformed son in the left sneaker. They were fairly new, so the smell shouldn’t be too bad, he reasoned. At the same time, he wanted his son to learn the full extent of what he could do.

Letting Matt sweat it out a little, Jeff pulled the right sneaker on first. Stamping his foot down a couple of times to make sure the sneaker was on right and to scare Matt a little.

Meeting Matt’s eyes from where he stared up in the heel section of the shoe, but not allowing emotion to show, Jeff lifted his left foot and inserted his toes into it, blocking his view of Matt.

With a quick shove downwards, Jeff jammed his foot into the shoe. He felt Matt flatten under his heel but to make sure he was good and squashed, Jeff stamped the foot down a few times, hard. Tying the laces, he grabbed his keys and gym bag and headed for the door. He had energy to spare and was ready for a good, long workout.

Once at the gym, Jeff did some warm up on the treadmill and bike. He knew that by now his feet would be sweating and Matt would be pounded flat under his foot. Now ready to do some real work, Jeff headed into the weights room. For an hour Jeff worked through his routine.

It had been a month or more since he had been to the gym and it felt good to get a good sweat up. Finally Jeff decided to go a few rounds with the punching bag. Sitting down on a bench he pulled out his gloves. They weren’t boxing gloves, just some leather gloves that he used to protect his knuckles.

A thought occurred to him and he pushed his left shoe off. There was a thin smear in the heel section which he knew was Matt. Making sure no-one was paying him any undue attention, he reached in and peeled his son free. Slipping the shoe back on, Jeff putt Matt in the palm of his right hand and then pulled the glove on. The other glove followed and Jeff stepped up to the bag.

For the next half an hour, Jeff took his frustrations out on the bag. It felt good that he had his son in the palm of his hand. He could vaguely feel Matt in there, conforming to his grip. Jeff flexed his hand and felt Matt stretch, then he would form a fist and know that Matt was twisted in side it. Slamming it into the bag, he wondered how Matt felt the repeated impacts.

Finally, thought, Jeff had had enough. He did a few stretches to cool down and grabbed his bag. Removing his gloves, he saw that Matt had stuck to his skin. He decided to leave him there while he took a leak. In the men’s room, Jeff stepped up to the urinal and reached into his pants with his right hand, pulled his cock free. He knew that Matt was in that hand which was holding his cock and pointing it at the porcelain.

Jeff made sure that Matt was in contact with his cock as he started to piss. He gave a few shakes as he finished then tucked himself back in his shorts.

He left Matt in his hand as he drove home. Once inside he knew he needed another shower. He walked upstairs and stripped off, finally pulling Matt free from his palm. He sat him on the bedside. As he watched Matt regain his form, Jeff was struck with another idea.

He let Matt regain his shape. He saw Matt about to speak and he formed a fist, slamming it down on his son, squashing him flat again. Looking at Matt, he saw that he had been a good shot. Matt had looked up right as the fist hit him so now he was a round blob with a face in the middle of it.

Before Matt could begin to regain his shape, Jeff keyed the command to lock him in. Then he tried something that he wasn’t sure would work – he keyed in the command to grow.

It did work!

Very quickly Jeff found himself with a son who was still disk shaped but was about three feet in diameter and only about an inch thick. Now he could clearly see the look of surprise in his son’s face.

Picking Matt up, he carried him into the bathroom and lay him down on the floor near the shower. With deliberate slowness, Jeff stepped forward, his feet coming down on either side of Matt’s face.

Ignoring Matt now, Jeff stepped into the shower and washed off.

Stepping back out, Jeff made sure he walked all over his son as he dried off. He stepped on his face, his nose, his eyes and made sure he ground his foot in as hard as he could.

Finished, he sprayed on some deodorant. He picked up the disk-like Matt and carried him back into the study, throwing him under the desk before heading back into the bedroom to get dressed.

* * * * *

Matt was past the tears. He had been trapped under his father’s desk, his feet resting on him while he worked, for over three hours and he was beginning to become emotionally numb.

Finally his dad was getting up, perhaps now he would be returned to normal. He saw his dad reach for the palm pilot and key something in. Matt felt his shape begin to relax and he sighed in satisfaction, he was regaining his human shape. But then he realised that even if he did become human-shaped again, it would be so easy for his father to shrink or flatten him again.

Finally Matt had regained his shape, and his normal size. He sat on the floor and looked up, sullenly, at his father, “You’ve got three hours to hit the book, I suggest you make the most of them.”

Matt scrambled to his feet, his father had been fingering the palm pilot as he spoke in an unvoiced threat of what disobedience with the “suggestion” would bring.

Almost running to his own desk, Matt grabbed the book on top of the pile and started reading. The words on the page meant nothing to him, but he was terrified now of the threat of disobeying.

For almost two hours Matt had been reading when he heard the phone ring. What he had been reading had finally started to penetrate the fog that seemed to be around his mind. Regardless of what his father thought, Matt was actually very studious. He enjoyed learning and virtually devoured books on almost any topic. Words had a special allure for Matt and they were working their magic on him now.

He heard his father answer the phone. At first Matt didn’t tune into the conversation but, as his father’s voice got louder and more strident, he began to pay attention. Matt couldn’t make out what was being said, his father was downstairs, but the tone of his voice conveyed all too well that he wasn’t pleased, so did the fact that he was talking louder and louder, as though he were angry with what he was being told.

Finally the phone call ended and Matt reburied his nose in his books in case his father looked in on him. For another two hours, Matt stayed in his room, now totally engrossed in what he was reading. He had well and truly passed the time limit set by his father.

In fact he was a little startled when he heard his father call out to him from downstairs that dinner was ready.

Matt hadn’t had anything to eat in almost 24 hours but until his father called him, he hadn’t even felt hungry, now he was ravenous. Bolting downstairs, he walked into the kitchen. His dad was already sitting at the table, eating a bowl of pasta. Another bowl of pasta sat opposite him. Matt sat down and started eating, not saying a word to his dad.

“Your cousin, Simon, will be here tomorrow. He’ll be staying for a couple of weeks.”

Matt looked up at his father, he didn’t look overly impressed, “Apparently he needs to attend some seminars here in town and his parents would prefer he stays here than in a hotel.”

“Oh”, Matt said, trying to hide the sudden leap for joy that his heart had taken. With his cousin here it would be impossible for Matt’s father to keep up with the shrinking and morphing. Although Matt hadn’t seen Simon for over a year, he and his cousin were very close. They had similar interests and they got on well together.

With his next words, his father dashed Matt’s hopes. “I told them that you were away at a study camp for the next month. It means I’ll have to keep you small and hidden while Simon is here, but that’s ok, I still don’t think you understand the full implications of what I am doing. We can work some study time into the schedule. Simon will be attending seminars, after all.”

The pasta that Matt was eating seemed to turn to dust in his mouth. He had lost all appetite as he realised what his father was talking about. Matt excused himself from the table and returned to his room at his father’s instructions to do another 4 hours study before bed.

* * * * *

Jeff looked at his watch, putting down his newspaper. It was time for bed and Matt should have had enough study for now. He was annoyed at the changes to his plans but at the same time he wasn’t too unhappy with the extra time that Matt would be under his complete control. By the time Simon went home, Matt would be totally submissive to what Jeff wanted.

Walking into Matt’s room, Jeff already had the palm pilot ready. Hitting the shrink and morph controls he watched as Matt shrank in his chair. He ignored the startled squawk of surprise from Matt, instead walking over to the chair and enfolding his three inch tall son inside his fist.

It was time to take Matt’s education to another level. Jeff was really quite tired and was ready for bed. He dropped Matt on the bedside table and pulled his shirt off. Kicking his shoes and socks off, he pulled down his pants.

He was already rock hard at the thought of what he was going to do and he took a certain perverse pleasure as he saw his son lock eyes onto his stiff shaft as it pressed against the black briefs.

Normally Jeff slept nude but tonight, to teach Matt a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget, he decided to sleep in his jocks. He looked down at his tiny son who was sitting on the bedside staring at his father, “I’m sorry I have to do this to you, son, but you just don’t seem to understand that I have taken complete control of your life. If I have to break down your personality and start from scratch, then that’s what I have to do. If that means I have to treat you like some thing then that’s what I have to do too.”

Jeff made sure he put extra emphasis and contempt into the word “thing”. He wanted his son to know just how serious he was.

With exaggerated slowness, Jeff reached down towards Matt. At first Matt seemed too terrified to react, too stunned by what his father had just said to him. At the last moment though, he jumped to his feet and tried to flee. Jeff sighed as he easily grabbed Matt between thumb and forefinger. If Matt had just sat there and accepted that his father had complete control over him, he might have been more forgiving. The fact that he had attempted to run was an act of defiance.

With Matt held in his right hand, Jeff pulled the waist band of his black briefs forward with his left hand. He very deliberately and very slowly bought his right hand closer to his body, letting the implications of what was about to happen start to sink in.

Jeff held Matt at about navel level above the gap into his underwear. He made sure that Matt was looking down, into that space before he suddenly released his hold on his tiny body.

* * * * *

Matt was frozen in shock and terror as he looked into his father’s underwear. That massive cock was pointing almost straight at him, the piss slit almost seeming to stare at him. He knew the release was coming a fraction of a second before his father let go.

Matt desperately tried to grab hold of his father’s thumb or finger but he missed, plummeting into the dark space. Matt missed the shaft and head, plunging instead to its base, amongst wire-like pubic hairs.

Matt looked up to see his father staring down at him and then that view disappeared as the waist band was allowed to snap back into place. As the full import of where he was sunk in he howled in frustration and lashed out with his arms and legs. In a blind rage he pounded and kicked at everything around him. His movements only served to send him deeper.

By the time Matt started to tire and he began to recall himself, he found himself firmly wedged against the underside of his father’s sac. Matt tried to recoil in horror, tried to get himself away from touching this most private place of his father but the black fabric behind him didn’t let him.

All Matt was able to do was climb part of the way back up. He now found himself to the side of the base of the massive tower that was his father’s manhood. Abruptly, Matt realised that his father hadn’t moved since he had been dropped into his underwear. He was still standing in the same place.

Matt froze as his mind came up with almost endless reasons, all of them bad.

* * * * *

Jeff finally took his eyes from the ceiling above him and unclenched his fists as Matt finally stopped moving for a while. He had been standing there, next to the bed, his head thrown back, arms out side, fists clenched, for over thirty minutes as Matt thrashed and kicked and climbed about inside his underwear.

The sensations had been almost too much to bear. Every fibre of his primitive mind had been screaming at him to take advantage and climax in the way that only a man can. It had taken every ounce of his will power and determination to keep his hands away from his groin.

Even now he was still rock hard, possibly harder than he had ever been. Jeff had given a great deal of thought to the effect of putting Matt into his groin would have on Matt. He had not been prepared at all for the psychological effect it would have on himself.

When Matt stopped squirming around, Jeff took several deep breaths. He stood still for another couple of minutes, letting his pounding heart slow down a little. Then, almost like he was walking on glass, he slowly, gingerly, moved towards the bed.

He decided to get it over with fast rather than slow so he almost threw himself into the bed and turned out the light. He lay on his back, arms by his side, staring at the ceiling. He was, at first, very conscious of the small weight pushing down on his pubic hair, just to the right of his shaft. As the minutes ticked by, though, he couldn’t feel Matt anymore, the same as we can often feel the hair on our head get mussed but then get used to it.

For three hours Jeff lay on his back before his eyes finally slid shut and he slipped into sleep.

* * * * *

Matt was too terrified and too shell-shocked to move. He was nestled on a bed of pubic hair, within arms reach of the hot shaft next to him. Finally, after hours, the cock next to him began to loose its’ rigidity. Matt could feel his father’s body relax as he drifted into sleep. Still Matt was too scared to move. He didn’t want to temp fate and have the sleeping behemoth next to him stir back to it’s full, urgent size again.

Matt had finally started to slip into sleep himself, over an hour later, when his whole world shook. His father was obviously rolling over in his sleep, onto his side. Matt tried to grab hold of pubic hairs to stop himself as he slid towards his father’s prick to no avail.

For a moment Matt found himself standing on the side of his dad’s semi-soft shaft before the movement continued. A sudden lurch and Matt fell forward. As his father continued the roll over, onto his stomach, Matt found himself wedged between the black, cotton fabric and the front of his dad’s cock, right at the base.

Already Matt could feel gushing into the shaft below him as his father became aroused in his sleep. Then Matt couldn’t think anymore as his father completed the roll onto his stomach.

Matt rapidly flattened out under the immense weight of his father on top of him. As the cock got harder beneath him, the pressure increased and Matt was pressed thinner.

Just when Matt thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. His father had been too aroused earlier for his body to simply forget the urge to climax. Without Jeff’s conscious will to keep his libido under control, his body took over.

Matt’s level of fear and humiliation went up yet another notch as his father started thrusting slowly into the mattress. Matt didn’t know what was going through his father’s sleeping mind but he knew that it wasn’t going to end without a climax.

For about fifteen minutes the thrusting continued. Matt was now smeared along half of his father’s schlong, thin as paper. Matt knew what was coming when he felt a new level of stiffness above him and the heat emanating from his father’s dick peaked suddenly.

With one last, long, hard press downwards, Matt felt his father climax. He knew that hundreds of gallons of cum were rushing past him and, despite himself, he was in awe.

That awe was shattered as he felt the jism touch him. With his cock still inside the underwear, it had spurted out and then hit fabric, forcing it back, down the length of the shaft.

Within no time at all, Matt was awash in warm cum. The thrusting slowly dropped away, as did the hardness of his dad. Still trapped beneath the massive weight, as the cock deflated and shrunk back, it took Matt with it. He could feel his flesh being caught up in the myriad tiny folds of skin. For all intents-and-purposes, Matt was essentially just another piece of skin on his father’s dick.

Matt cried silent tears of humiliation as his father’s cum dried around him, holding him firmly in place.

* * * * *

Jeff yawned as he rolled over. He was well into his morning scratch before he remembered that Matt was inside his briefs. He paused for a moment and then gave a mental shrug – it was inline with his plan so he continued.

He felt his skin pull free from where his wet dream had plastered him and he flushed as he realised what had happened. The mere thought of what Matt had gone through, though was making him hard again.

It took bare moments for Jeff to decide what to do next. Pulling his briefs down he let his rapidly hardening cock slap onto his lower abs. For a moment he couldn’t see Matt but as he moved his shaft out of the way, he saw Matt stuck to the underside of his balls.

With a grim smile he reached down and prised his son loose. Cupping him inside his hand he reached up towards his mouth and spat directly on his son. Moving his hand back towards his groin he wrapped his cock inside his fist and started slow stroking.

Knowing that Matt was being rubbed the length of his shaft was making Jeff hotter than he had ever been. He moved the palm of his hand onto his head and rotated it around. Precum combined with his spit, lubing him up well. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what this was like for Matt but it was all Jeff could do to stop from blowing immediately. He wanted this to go on longer but he knew he wouldn’t last long.

All it took was a slight quickening of the pace and Jeff knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. Just as he felt his balls tightening up he moved his hand up to his head again, massaging it for all he was worth. He could barely feel the paper-thin Matt inside his palm but he knew he was there and that was all that mattered.

Jeff groaned, his back arching as he exploded into the palm of his hand. His whole body writhed in orgasmic pleasure as he shot again and again, the juice dripping from his palm onto his stomach. Finally he stopped rubbing as the hyper-sensitive head became almost painful to the touch.

His body collapsed onto the bed, spent. He clenched his fist, mashing Matt into his father’s cum. Jeff smiled to himself. If that didn’t break his son, a couple more sessions like it certainly would. A small voice at the back of his head hoped that it would take a long time for Matt to succumb to the tactics.

Knowing he could put it off no longer, Jeff dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. Turning on the shower with his free hand, he adjusted the temperature and then stepped into the warm flow. He let the cascade of water wash the cum and Matt off his hand. He looked at the sorry, deformed shape of his son on the shower floor and for a moment he felt nothing for disgust for him.

Jeff moved his foot and brought his left heel down on Matt so he wouldn’t have to look at him while he showered. Right at the moment his son disgusted him, that he could allow this to happen to him, that he would force his father to do these things to him.

Stepping out of the tub, Jeff peeled Matt from the sole of his foot and slapped him down on the counter. He allowed his son to regain his human shape as he dried himself off. He resolved not to talk to his son today. Today would be a day for his son to think about what had happened to him and what could happen if he didn’t come around to his father’s way of thinking soon.

Pulling on an old pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, Jeff stuffed Matt into his hip pocket before heading downstairs for breakfast and the morning paper. Simon would be arriving before too much longer and Jeff wanted to be clear of thought when he arrived.

* * * * *

Jeff opened the door. Simon had changed since the last time he had seen him, over four years ago. Then he had been just a kid, still adjusting to puberty, now he was a young man. Standing just an inch taller than Jeff at 6 feet 2 inches, he was starting to fill out his frame. He wasn’t lanky anymore but he didn’t yet have the muscle definition that comes with age.

Straight away Jeff took an instant dislike to this handsome young man. His short dark hair, chiselled good looks and nice body put him into the same crowd that Jeff was trying to break Matt away from. He could just imagine how this young stud flirted with the girls, living it up while his studies languished. He didn’t know how many seminars he would be attending but he had a fair idea of how many bars he’d visit while he was in town.

Jeff settled Simon into Matt’s room – he wouldn’t be needing it for a while anyway. Jeff left him to get set up, heading to his study. He had work to do.

* * * * *

Simon was disappointed that Jeff wouldn’t be home while he was visiting. He had gotten on well with his cousin last time they had gotten together and he was one of the reasons he had gotten his father to talk to Jeff about letting him stay.

It certainly wasn’t because of Jeff. Simon didn’t like Matt’s dad at all and if he had know that it was just going to be the two of them, he wouldn’t have wanted to stay here at all. It had been too late after the arrangements had been made, though.

He looked around Matt’s room, looking over some of the books he was studying. He was impressed. He knew that they were both doing some of the same subjects and these books were at least 2 years ahead of what they were supposed to reading. Looked like Matt had really knuckled down and applied himself. He should have guessed something like this when Jeff had said he was at a study camp.

* * * * *

Matt was almost numb to what was happening. It had happened every day for two weeks now. He would spend the night inside his father’s underwear. When his father woke up he would be involved in the jack off session, always ending up encased inside his father’s fist, enveloped in hot cum.

He was beginning to believe that this was what the rest of his life would be like. He could tell that his father was getting addicted to the power he held over Matt’s life and was enjoying himself immensely.

If his nights and mornings were a nightmare, his days weren’t much better. Usually he was kept in his father’s pocket but occasionally he would take him out and use him as a stress ball while he worked. Largely he was ignored, just like another object, or possession. It was when his father decided to teach him another lesson that things got decidedly worse. If his father needed a workout, Matt was always inside his sneaker, pounded flat beneath his father’s sweaty feet. If he needed to go out somewhere, Matt always went with him, either inside his shoes, jocks, pocket or once, atop his head under a cap.

Matt overheard conversation with his cousin and he could tell that his father was less than impressed with Simon. On the surface what he said was pleasant enough, but Matt knew his father better than Simon did and he knew what his father thought of his cousin.

He only prayed that he didn’t get it into his head that Simon needed saving too.

* * * * *

Jeff was getting sick of having Simon around the house. He didn’t like his nephew and he was a disruption to his plans. He felt it was time to test Matt again but he couldn’t do it while Simon was around. He had to get away from the house for a day or two.

He told Simon that he was going to have to attend a meeting out of town and that he would be gone for three days. Simon didn’t seem too upset by the news. Jeff wondered how many parties his nephew would hold at the house in that time.

As Jeff pulled out of the driveway, Matt snug inside his underwear, he almost expected to see cars lined up around the corner waiting for him to leave so the first party could begin.

Oh well, he thought, if worse comes to worse, I can always pull Simon into line.

* * * * *

Simon breather a sigh of relief as his uncle drove away. Maybe now he could get some serious work done. He couldn’t do it while Jeff was there, he always made Simon feel so inadequate. Returning to Matt’s room, he turned on his laptop, waiting for it to boot up.

There was a brief flicker on his screen and then nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, Simon gave up the laptop for dead. He cursed. He had to have this essay completed for tomorrow.

Then he realised that his uncle had a complete set up, together with colour laser printer in the study. He surely wouldn’t mind if he used that, would he?

* * * * *

When Jeff returned home Simon wasn’t anywhere to be found. He sighed with relief. The last three days had been bliss. Checking into a hotel, he had hung the “do not disturb” sign on the door and spent the entire time breaking down Matt’s will.

He was pretty sure that he had achieved what he had set out to do but he had his doubts. He had been in a foreign environment the last couple of days and that could have been a factor.

Up in the bedroom he dropped his bag and unzipped his pants, pushing his underwear down. For a moment he couldn’t see his son and he panicked that somehow he might have fallen out and down his leg. But as he lifted his balls, he saw a foot. Grabbing hold, he felt Matt slide free of where he had been lodged, his head must have been pressed right against his father’s ring. Jeff could imagine it slipping under there while he had been in the car.

He smiled wryly as he realised he had been sweating in the car for the last hour and had even farted a couple of times on the way home. He knew now that Matt would have got a face full – literally.

Holding his elongated son by one foot he held him up in front of his face. With casual disdain he dropped Matt onto the floor between his feet. He was still wearing his Nike runners and he casually bought his left one down on Matt, twisting it slightly to make sure his son was wedged into the tread.

Unpacking his clothes, he threw the dirty clothes into the wash basket. In the bathroom he put away his razor and deodorant and then walked into the office to check his emails. He noticed that something was wrong almost immediately. The computer was turned on, the screen saver active. Jeff knew that he had turned the pc off before he had left.

He knew instantly that Simon had been using it. Jerking open the drawer, Jeff sighed with relief, the hypospray with the nanoprobes in it was still there. Then he looked closer at it. The level was less than it should have been. It should have recorded only one application but the digital display clearly flashed a 2 at him.  He broke into a cold sweat with the implications.

Jeff’s mind raced. If Simon had found his research notes, would he have known what the spray was for? Mentally reviewing, he realised that a novice might mistake the intent of the spray. Could it be possible? Could Simon have injected himself with the spray? If he had, that could explain the computer still being on and the extra usage.

A sly smile etched across his face as he realised that that was exactly what must have happened. Crossing his leg, he peeled Matt from the sole of his sneaker, scrunching him casually inside his fist and walking into the bedroom. He dropped Matt into his bedside drawer and then grabbed his palm pilot before heading downstairs.

Odds were, Simon didn’t know what he had done. In the meantime, he had nanoprobes coursing through his body, just waiting for the activation commands to be sent. Jeff couldn’t wait for his meddling nephew to get home. He had a surprise for him.

Opening the fridge to grab a drink, he sighed. There was only one bottle of beer left. Grabbing it and heading for the lounge room Jeff set himself up in the sofa that looked towards the door. He wanted to be ready for Simon to come home.

* * * * *

Jeff started awake at the sound of the front door opening. He had been sitting there for hours and had dozed off. Simon walked in.

Turning on the palm pilot, Jeff prepared to have a little talk with his brothers son. He saw Simon’s guilty gaze flick to him as he realised his uncle was home. There was a brief glance at the empty bear bottle before Simon met his uncle’s stare with an insolent (at least that was how Jeff saw it) grin.

“Welcome home you thieving little punk,” Jeff put all his disdain into his voice. He wanted Simon to know, right from the start, that he wouldn’t be receiving any leniency from his Uncle. Jeff had plans for Simon and he couldn’t wait to squash the punk under his heel.

“You come into my house, treat it like it’s some sort of cheap hotel, eat my food, raid my computer and then have the nerve to steal my research. You’ve got a lot to learn, punk.” Jeff sneered at his nephew even as he punched in the activation command for the nanoprobes. His body tingled for a moment – excitement, he thought. He looked at Simon, his finger hovering over the last command. His nephew was just staring at him, a slightly smug, superior look on his face. “I’ll show him who’s superior, the arrogant little fuck,” he thought. Jeff stabbed the command.

Instantly he knew that something was wrong. His body was tingling like crazy now and he couldn’t blame it on adrenalin. As the world exploded outwards around him, he knew what had happened – somehow Simon had infected him with the nanoprobes, rather than the other way round.

Jeff stood, mouth agape as his clothes were pulled away. Simon, monstrously huge, towered over him. He watched his nephew throw his clothes on the sofa then stand back up to his full height. Jeff nearly passed out at how big his nephew was. He had dialled up the maximum reduction to really teach Simon a lesson. As a result, he was only half an inch tall.

“Don’t ever make the mistake of underestimating me, Unc. I’ll admit your notes were a little bit hard to work out, but it didn’t really take that long.” Simon smirked at his miniscule uncle. “Oh, and, by the way, you really shouldn’t put things down in your personal diary that could incriminate you. It might turn people against you.”

Jeff, his mind starting to come back to itself, turned and ran as fast as he could. If he could make it to his study he could use the desktop to reverse the shrinking. It hadn’t yet occurred to him that the study was upstairs, an impossible distance and height away – let alone how he would be able to turn on the pc or use it. All he knew was that he had to get away from Simon – fast.

Simon kept talking as he watched his tiny uncle trying to get away. He wouldn’t get far at that size. “I worked out a way for the nanoprobes to be ingested, rather than injected. It took longer for them to work their way into your body, but I see that it still worked. That’s why I’m home late, you see. I had to give the probes enough time to be ready.”

Simon watched as his uncle reached the middle of the room. Deciding it was time to start teaching him a lesson, he took two steps across the room. As his shadow fell across his tiny uncle he saw him stop and look up. With a smile on his face Simon lifted his left foot and, with barely a pause, slammed the heel down onto the bug-like form. Putting all his weight onto his heel, he twisted it – like he was putting out a cigarette.

When he lifted his foot there was no sign of the tiny creature that was his uncle. Sitting down on the coffee table, Simon lifted his foot onto his knee and looked at the sole of his boots. They were a pair of well-worn combat boots with deep, heavy tread. Half in one of the treads, half under it, was a tiny smear.

Perhaps he should have checked if the putty part of the probes was working first, he thought with a flash of guilt. He wanted to teach his uncle a lesson but he didn’t want to kill him.

With his thumb nail he scraped the smear from his boot. It all came free in one piece. Rolling it between thumb and forefinger, he smiled, satisfied. Everything was working just fine.

Flattening the small blob between his fingers he held it up to his eye. There was nothing about the blob that resembled a human. Simon watched as the blob started to change shape, eventually becoming a naked, tiny man on his thumb.

He saw his uncle try to shout something at him but with contemptuous ease he brought his finger down, again squashing his uncle into a small, round blob.

Simon picked up the dropped palm pilot and scrolled through the menu’s. There was one folder with his name on it and another with Matt’s. Opening it, he found the commands to control Matt’s size and shape.

He dropped the blob into his front jeans pocket and headed upstairs. He needed to find Matt before he restored him.

* * * * *

It took Simon about an hour to find Matt. He had looked in the study first to no success. It wasn’t until he looked in the bedside drawer that he found Matt.

Placing his cousin on the floor, Simon dialled in the command to restore Matt to his normal size and resiliency. Matt almost immediately started babbling, telling Simon that he had to get out, run away, before his father came home and found him.

It took Simon about five minutes to get a word in and tell Matt that he didn’t have to worry. It took another five minutes to get Matt even half convinced. Finally Simon simply reached into his pocket, grabbed Matt’s hand, turning it palm side up, and depositing the tiny form of his father into the middle of his palm.

Matt simply stared at his father as he ranted and waved at his huge son. It took Matt a few minutes for the reality to soak in. Not only did he not have to worry about his father catching them both, but he didn’t have to worry about ever being reduced and used by him again. It took another couple of minutes to realise that the tables had well and truly turned.

For a moment his mind was filled with thoughts of revenge. His hand had started to curl around the tiny form already. All he could think about was getting his father back for all the things he had done to him.

Then he saw Simon looking at him, naked concern on his face. All thoughts of his father fled from his mind as he saw the look on his cousin’s face. He threw his arms around his slightly taller cousin and gave him a huge bear hug. He didn’t even realise he had crushed his father inside his fist as he did it.

As the two started to talk, Matt opened his hand. All he felt for his father was disgust. He opened the drawer again and dropped his father in. He knew, from personal experience, that there was no way out of there for him.

The two cousins went downstairs and had a lengthy talk.

* * * * *

Six months later.

Matt smiled as he heard the door open downstairs. He heard Simon come upstairs and waited, sitting at the computer as he entered the room. He felt his cousins arms wrap around him from behind and he leaned back so he could kiss him.

The two cousins had found more than just family bonds during the last 6 months and Simon had moved in, fulltime about 3 months ago. The kiss was long and passionate and, as usual, migrated to the bedroom.

In the warm afterglow of hot and steamy sex, Matt contemplated the last 6 months and how much his life had changed. They had quickly deduced that there was no way to reverse or remove the nanoprobes. At first they had been disheartened but, as they grew closer and Matt grew more comfortable with the facts, they began to see a positive side to it.

Matt still remembered with giddy excitement the day when they had first experimented with it. It was a whole different experience having Simon shrink him down. For one thing it was consensual, the other, it was very, very sensual. When he had been six inches tall, standing next to his cousins rock hard shaft, Matt had attacked it with fervour. He hadn’t been able to make Simon cum on his own, but when he suggested that Simon take a hand, literally, a whole new world had opened up.

Being used as a jack-off sleeve by his cousin was hotter than either of them had imagined. Matt would wrap his arms and legs around Simons shaft and then Simon would wrap his fist around Matt, squashing him against it. The fast motion and the trapped heat worked wonders on Matt’s form. Simon quickly declared that Matt was better than any lube he had ever used.

Of course Matt wasn’t shrunk all the time. Sometimes Simon would just activate the flexibility part. That made for interesting sex. Simon could literally wrap himself in Simon, or stretch him into virtually any shape they wanted.

* * * * *

Simon smiled as Matt hugged him. This was the first time that they had been so adventurous with the whole shape and size changing thing and so far it was going fantastically. Earlier that night they had moulded Matt into pair of Simon’s underwear, his face firmly in place in front of Matt’s groin. Matt had retained some degree of control over his shape and he was able to tighten or loosen his hold on Matt’s body.

They were on their way to a gay night club to see what would happen.

Simon had been in the crowded bar for only about fifteen minutes before he was hit on. A gorgeous guy, taller than Simon, firmly muscled, about 25 years old, he made Simon’s mouth water in anticipation. They stood together at the bar for a while before the Mike (the guy) reached over and cupped Matt’s balls as he leaned forward to kiss him.

Simon certainly got a thrill out of it and by the way Matt tensed up around him, he knew that he was having a blast too.

Nothing much else happened that night but they agreed to go back the next night and meet up with Mike again.

* * * * *

The next night, Simon didn’t wear Matt. They had other plans for the night so he simply carried the diminutive cousin in his pocket.

Simon met up with Mike and they danced for a few hours before Simon invited him back to his place. Once there, after some steamy foreplay, Simon went into the bathroom to “get a condom”.

He pulled Matt out of his pocket, “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Matt nodded enthusiastically. He had seen Mike at the bar before and he knew how hot he was.

It took Simon only moments to shade Matt into a condom shape. The harder part was rolling him up. Eventually, Matt in his hand, he stepped back into the bedroom.

Mike was already naked and laying on the bed. Simon placed Matt on the bedside table and stripped off. After some mutual sucking, Simon indicated to Matt that he was ready. He reached over to grab Matt, intending to roll him onto his shaft but Mike managed to grab him first. “I think you’ll like this,” he said with a sly smile.

Worried at his change in plans, but willing to work with it, Simon looked at Mike and gave him a nod to go ahead.

Mike popped the “condom” into his mouth and then leaned down towards Simons cock. As his hot mouth wrapped around his shaft, Simon could feel the “condom” being expertly manipulated.

It took more than two minutes but finally Mike had the “condom” firmly in place. He had used nothing but his tongue to do it and Simon was panting in ecstasy. He had never felt anything like that, and, knowing that it was really Matt in Mike’s mouth, being rolled onto his dick made it even hotter.

Mike rolled away, grinning, so Simon could see his arse. Simon played with it for a few minutes, lubing up and then started fucking away.

It didn’t take too long for Simon to cum. This was by far the hottest sex he had ever had and Mike seemed to agree. When Simon finally collapsed on top of Mike, exhausted, he slowly pulled out. He felt Mike fumbling for his cock. He didn’t stop him as he pulled the “rubber” loose. Mike held on to it as he spied a waste paper bin in the corner. Balling it up, he threw it into the bin. Simon would retrieve it later.

They never told Mike that the “condom” on Simon was actually Matt. All he knew was that it was the best sex he had ever had. He even asked where Simon had gotten the rubber from. He said it was like being fucked by a man and powered dildo at the same time.

Simon just laughed and told him it was a trade secret. That was not to be the last time that they experimented with Mike.

* * * * *

As to Jeff, they had hit upon a major problem there. A side effect of the nanoprobes being ingested was that they hadn’t worked in quite the same way. When they had attempted to restore Jeff to his full size and shape, they found that the biggest they could make him was 12 inches tall.

Neither Matt nor Simon was prepared to care for a tiny man, particularly in light of what he had done to Matt. It was Simon who suggested the answer.

He told Matt that this was not the first time that Jeff’s sadistic streak had been evident. His own father was older than Jeff by 4 years, but all through their life it had been Jeff who had been dominant.

Simon had confronted his father, David, over an incident two years ago when Jeff had visited. David had admitted that Jeff had made his life a living hell when they had been kids and that Jeff took every opportunity, even as adults, to remind David that Jeff was the superior one.

The two cousins decided to make Jeff a gift to David. They hopped in the car and drove for eight hours. Matt, knowing that this would probably be the last chance he had to get some measure of personal revenge on his father took advantage.

Before leaving the house he grabbed his father, shrank him to three inches tall and placed him inside his sneaker. Ignoring the cries from the tiny man he gleefully shoved his socked foot in. He could feel his father beneath his heel and enjoyed every step out to the car.

Throughout the journey Matt made sure that his father was moved to his toes so he could squash him between them. By the time they reached Simon’s home, he was ready to hand him over though. It just wasn’t in Matt to torture his father any more.

It took virtually no convincing to get David to accept Jeff. He readily believed that his brother was capable of doing the things that Matt described and was only too happy to take charge of him. He told Matt of some of the things that Jeff had done to him as a child, and as an adult. Matt was more than happy to see the last of his father at that point.

Simon explained to his father that he was going to move in with Matt and everything was settled.

* * * * *

David decided very early on what he would be doing with his brother. He was divorced from Simon’s mother and, at times, he felt a need for a release of sexual tension. He remembered, vividly, being forced to suck his younger brothers cock whenever Jeff had wanted a release and David thought that would make the perfect revenge.

Matt had given David a copy of the program that altered Jeff and he decided to keep Jeff at 6 inches tall. Whenever David felt the need to jack off, he grabbed his brother, shoved his finger in his mouth, moving it around until the mouth was stretched wide. He would then shove his hard cock into that mouth, driving it through Jeff’s body which stretched to accommodate the monster dick.

With Jeff firmly in place on his dick, David would enjoy some “quality” time with his brother. When he was finished, he always left the cum inside his brother, sealing shut the mouth so that it couldn’t escape.

David had worked out early that Jeff absorbed his cum if left inside him like that and it gave him a perverse pleasure. It also neatly solved the problem of feeding him.

All-in-all, David was quite happy with arrangement. He didn’t care how Jeff felt about it. With all that he had done to David, and then his own son, threatening to do it again with Simon, David felt that Jeff was getting all that he deserved.

* * * * *

Back at the house, Matt and Simon were looking at the hypospray speculating. If it hadn’t had any really nasty side effects on Matt and they were having such a hot time of it. What would happen if they injected Simon too?

But that’s another story.

The End.