Boys Night (2022) (Patreon)

This story has been submitted by mysterion1800.This image is semi-NSFW. Don't tell my mom. -------

Cameron was almost out the door before he turned to his son, who was still seated on the couch.

“You know, I booked this place mostly because I heard the bar down the road was good. You sure you don’t want to go down with me and have a beer?”

“Thanks, Dad.” Troy smiled sheepishly. “But no thanks.”

Cameron repressed a disappointed sigh. The point of this trip was to spend time together. But he knew he couldn’t push too much. His son wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man. A man who didn’t need his father’s help that often anymore.

“Alright. You gonna stay here then?”

“No, actually,” replied Troy. “I was going to check out the arcade a couple of blocks from here. My friend Derek went there once with his parents. Said the arcade was worth the trip alone.”

Cameron’s chest rose and fell silently again.

“Okay. If that’s what you want to do.”

Cameron, trying not to let his head droop down, began to step out onto the porch when Troy suddenly piped up.

“But we can do something else together later tonight if you’d like. This town has a theater, too, doesn’t it? We could watch a movie later.”

Cameron looked back over at his son and finally flashed a genuine, but small smile.

“I’d like that.”

“Great,” said Troy, relaxing. “I’ll meet you back here in a few hours then.”

“Sounds like a plan,” responded Cameron, his grin broadening slightly. “Just don’t get yourself into too much trouble, Troy.”

Troy nodded, the ghost of the young boy he was once visible on his face. “I won’t, Dad.”

Saying nothing more, Cameron closed the door and made his way to the sidewalk, his flip flops slapping against his bare heels.

As the sounds of his father’s steps gradually faded, Troy stood up from the couch, stretching his arms and sighing contentedly before heading upstairs to his father’s room. He had left his wallet on the nightstand when they first arrived at the Airbnb. 

“Maybe this boys trip with his father wasn’t going to be so lame after all,” Troy thought to himself as he finished climbing the wooden steps and pushed past the door into his father’s bedroom.

He’d get some alone time, his father’d get some alone time, and then they would spend some time with each other. A win-win situation as far as Troy was concerned.

As he grabbed his wallet, however, Troy suddenly began to feel his head spin. He didn’t even have time to brace himself on the nearby bed before he collapsed onto the hardwood floor, passed out.

When Troy came to, it took him only a matter of seconds to realize something was amiss. As he picked himself off the floor, he saw that he was still in his father’s room, but everything looked wrong. Every single piece of furniture, the bed, the nightstand, the table, the chair, the TV, was now gigantic, and as he processed his new surroundings further, Troy quickly deduced that it wasn’t the furniture that had gotten bigger. Somehow, he had gotten smaller. 

At a guess, Troy estimated he was no bigger than a common ant. If he was lucky enough to be even that big. Several words began to race through his mind, but only one phrase could best summarize his current predicament.

“Oh, shit.”

Not even knowing where to start with reversing his new affliction, Troy sprinted past the oceanliner-sized bed to get closer to the TV, a task that now took him the better part of five minutes at his current size. When he reached the vanity that the TV stood upon, he turned around to look at the clock radio on the nightstand. It was only a few minutes past eight. He had been out for almost two hours, and since the entire Airbnb felt extremely still, it was a safe assumption to assume his father had not returned from the bar yet.

“Dad will fix this,” Troy thought to himself, knowing deep down that this would be uncharted territory for even his father. “He always does.”

In the far distance, however, Troy suddenly heard the front door open.

“TROY? YOU BACK YET?” 

Despite the distance from the bedroom to the front door, Cameron’s voice cracked through the air like thunder, but that was nothing compared to the crashes and tremors produced by his large feet in his flip-flops as he strolled around the first floor in search of his son, which Troy still managed to feel in spite of the fact that he was on the second.

After about a minute of lumbering around, Troy heard his father exhale a tired and disappointed sigh. “STILL AT THAT DAMN ARCADE, HUH? WELL, WHATEVER.”

The shaking and crashing then began to grow louder and more intense as Cameron ascended the stairs, the smacking of his flip-flops against his sweaty yet rough feet much more pronounced than before. He was clearly heading for his bedroom.

Troy’s eyes quickly darted around the monolithic bedroom, desperately looking for a hiding spot, but nothing looked adequate enough. 

Then, Cameron entered. Troy gazed in awe at his godlike father as he entered the room, already kicking off his flip-flops by the door before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Knowing his father was his only hope, Troy began to jump up and down, yelling at the top of his lungs for good measure.

“Dad! Over here! I don’t know what happened! I shrank!”

But to Troy’s disappointment, Cameron didn’t even make the slightest of a side glance towards his diminutive son. It became immediately apparent to Troy that his chances of being seen were about as good as his chances of being seen. Null.

Cameron then pulled his shirt completely off, revealing his impressive physique, slightly slick with sweat from the summer heat. Troy had seen his father shirtless on countless occasions, just as any son would have, but the insurmountable size between father and son now made Troy’s cheek flush with color. 

However, Troy’s stupor was short-lived, as Cameron suddenly balled up his shirt and tossed it lazily onto the floor, inadvertently towards his ant of a son.

“No!”

Troy dove out of the way as the shirt crashed down next to him with a dull, yet still imposing thud. His father’s body odor mixed with his deodorant started to creep its way into Troy’s senses, but he had little time to dwell on this as Cameron undid the button on his shorts next and began to unzip his fly. Once undone, Cameron let his shorts cascade to the floor before stepping out of them. He was now only clad in briefs that left little to the imagination, much to his shrunken son’s chagrin.

The worst was yet to come, however. Troy, completely frozen by the awe-inspiring sight of his Adonis of a father once again, watched helplessly as his father stuffed both of his thumbs into the sides of his briefs and began to slide them down his legs, unsheathing the very manhood that had sired Troy less than three decades ago.

Troy would rather have died on the spot, yet he still couldn’t look away. The only thought floating in his horror-struck mind was that shrinking to the size of an ant was now the second-worst thing that had happened to him tonight. However, it was soon going to become the third.

Cameron started walking towards his bed, his rotund balls and flaccid cock swinging with each step. His father’s family jewels only distracted Troy momentarily, however, as Troy’s eyes then locked onto his father’s colossal bare feet, which were quickly closing in on him.

Still unable to move, Troy could only watch in horror as his father raised his left foot obliviously above his gnat-like son. Troy then fell backwards onto the carpet in his attempt to keep his father’s foot within line of sight, now looking up at the titanic calloused sole shining with sweat as it loomed over him. 

Only one thought lingered now in Troy’s mind. The man who brought him into this world was also going to be the man to take him out of it. His entire life, including all the happy memories with his father, would culminate in this moment.

Troy threw his hands out in front of himself in a vain attempt to stop his father’s sole from crushing him into oblivion.

“Dad, no! It’s me! Daddy–”

But the pleading was for naught. Cameron’s bare foot slammed down onto Troy, immediately compressing Troy’s body into pulp. For the briefest of moments, Troy felt his father’s full weight upon him, the masculine foot reducing his bones to splinters and compressing his organs beyond their limits as they burst. 

This was no way for anyone to die, let alone a son like him, beneath the feet of his own father.

Completely unaware that he had obliterated his only son from existence with the fanfare of stepping on a crumb, Cameron dropped down onto his bed, not even bothering to properly conceal himself in the covers, and letting his bare feet dangle over the edge of the bed, his shrunken son’s crushed remains splattered across the ball of his foot for no one to see. 

Figuring his son would make enough of a commotion when he finally returned from the arcade to wake him, Cameron opted to sleep off his buzz, hoping to build some energy in case Troy still wanted to go and see that movie.  

However, as Cameron drifted off, it never even crossed his mind once that he would never see his son again, nor that he was the very reason his son would never be found.