Point of Origin (2025) (Patreon)

The story is written by the incredible author Mysterion1800. This will be a part of a whole Father's Day week worth of stories, leading up to Sunday. The giant is a collaboration with King Kirk E Wood.If you'd like to reach out to Mysterion, his socials are below:X: https://x.com/Mysterion1800?s=20Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mysterion1800/If you'd like to reach out to King Kirk E Wood, his socials are below:X: https://x.com/KirkEWood1Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kingkirkewood/

Jason groaned as sunlight poured in through the curtains of the living room window and onto his closed eyelids. It was the last thing his eyes needed after a night of heavy drinking to celebrate the end of his last year of secondary school. He had arrived home so wasted that his body was completely unwilling to go further than the living room, so the couch became his bed for the night, his last thoughts before he fell asleep revolving around the hope he would have slept enough of his drunken state off before his father woke up the next morning. In the eyes of the UK, he was an adult now, but that still didn’t make him old enough to drink, let alone in the eyes of his strict but doting father.

Jason turned his head away from the light and opened his eyelids, his sight still weak and unfocused after having been put through the wringer the night before. However, even with tired eyes, Jason knew something was immediately wrong. 

Having sat on that same couch for over a decade and a half in various different positions, Jason knew what he should’ve seen when he looked directly at the back of the couch while lying on his right side at that end of the couch. It should have been the small dark gap flanked by the edges of the armrest, seat cushion, and back cushion. 

Jason could still see this gap from where he was lying. The problem was that the gap was no longer small. It was now the size of a train tunnel bored into the side of a mountain.

Jason drew a sharp breath. “What the fuck?”

Bewildered, Jason violently recoiled backwards. Under normal circumstances, he should have fallen straight off the couch and onto the floor. But instead, he was still on the couch. In fact, he could tell there was still a large amount of empty space behind him before falling off even became an option.

Jason whirled around and saw the usual sight of his living room, but from an unusual perspective. The living room appeared massive. The gap between the couch and the coffee table alone resembled a picture of the Grand Canyon Jason once saw in school, and his discarded smartphone resting atop the coffee table was like a flat stone plinth.

It did not take Jason long to put two and two together. Some way, somehow, he had shrunk to the size of a gnat while he slept.

“The f-fuck?” Jason stammered. “What the fuck am I going to do?”

The universe then answered. “OI, BOYO? YOU HOME?”

Jason bolted upright as a familiar voice, as loud and powerful as thunder, reverberated down the stairs and across the living room. A voice Jason had heard his entire life, but never at such a volume, even at his most angry.

“D-dad?” Jason stuttered a second time.

Jason received another earsplitting answer, but it wasn’t his father’s voice this time. Instead, it was the sound of his father’s colossal fourteens stomping down the steps. Fittingly, it was his father’s large bare feet that revealed themselves first as his father descended the stairs, followed by his long hairy legs, his underwear-clad pelvis, his large hands connected to his arms as long and hairy as his legs, his bare torso dusted with chest hair and a happy trail, and finally his unshaven face, which appeared equally concerned as it did half-sleep.

“JASON?” Kirk called out through a yawn, scanning the living room for any sign that indicated his son was home.

Jason instinctively stood up and began bouncing up and down the couch cushion he was perched on.

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

Jason stopped jumping as his father’s eyes suddenly locked onto him, his brow furrowing to boot. 

Jason breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God, Dad. You found me. You got t–”

But Jason’s sentence was interrupted as his father lumbered towards him, his massive bare feet sending shockwaves through the wooden floor that rattled both the couch and Jason to their cores. Jason threw his arms out, trying to keep his balance on the unstable ground of the cushion as Kirk slowly began to loom over his diminutive son.

“Dad! Please! Be careful! I ca–”

Jason was once again interrupted, but this time by his own series of conflicting emotions. To his disappointment, his father started to turn around, showcasing his backside to his son, his boxer briefs threatening to reveal the bottom edge of his firm buttocks to his shrunken son. It was clear his father hadn’t seen him after all. 

However, Jason’s disappointment was short-lived as it soon caved into pure terror, as his father, his attention clearly fixed on Jason’s abandoned smartphone, began to lower his barely covered buttocks directly down on where Jason currently stood.

“Fuck! Dad! Don’t!”

As his father’s ass began to descend with the force of a falling shipping container, Jason ran towards the edge of the couch, hoping to outrun the crashing planet that was his father’s buttocks. As Jason ran further, his father’s taint soon became the undesirable place he wished to avoid being smothered by, then followed by his father’s rotund testicles, with his father’s shaft, so long that it was cupped sideways in his father’s briefs, being the final enemy that Jason barely avoided. 

Jason, however, while free of not being crushed, had not gotten out of the woods yet, as when his father’s giant form finally collapsed onto the cushion, an additional shockwave threw Jason into the air briefly, sending him several yards further, but thankfully not off the edge of the couch.

Jason recovered quickly, frantically getting back onto his feet before whipping his head around and being greeted with the sight of his godlike father, his near naked body stretched over him like Mount Everest. Knowing it was likely futile, Jason tried jumping up and down again, waving his arms like a madman, hoping his father would either see or hear him.

“Dad! For God’s sake. You almost fucking crushed me! Look down!”

But Kirk hadn’t heard a syllable, and his attention was still prioritizing his son’s smartphone on the table.

After another swear, Jason ceased his bids for attention and quickly looked around himself in hopes of some kind of exit. However, his father was now taking up ninety percent of the cushion, his giant bare legs flanking Jason’s now compressed world as he manspread, the air now thick with the musk that came with an unwashed cock. With any path to safety ahead blocked by his father’s said crotch, the only way out was over the edge of the cushion to the floor hundreds of feet below.

“This sucks on so many levels”, Jason growled to himself through gritted teeth. Not that his father could hear him anyway.

Kirk then leaned forward a little, finally grabbing his son’s discarded phone off the coffee table.

“HE’D NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT THIS THING,” His father muttered, though Jason heard it plain as day.

“You’ll never get inside it,” Jason said quietly as his father began typing a passcode into the lockscreen, not able to silence the smugness any kid had when keeping their electronics locked away from their parents’ prying eyes.

To Jason’s chagrin, however, his father didn’t even pat an eye while typing in his first attempt, and it wasn’t long before Jason heard the familiar noise of his phone unlocking.

“Shit,” Jason spat, the fear of his father possibly discovering all of the porn he had stashed away on his phone equaling the fear of his father almost sitting on him.

Jason had little time to dwell on this, however, as Kirk, in the middle of opening his son’s texts, suddenly began to stand up again, his crotch sliding forwards slightly as he lifted himself off the couch. This slight movement, however, was the equivalent of an entire building bulldozing into his tiny son in the blink of an eye. Jason suddenly found himself swept off his feet and being pushed towards the edge of the couch by his father’s pelvis.

“Fuck! Dad, no! Don’t stand up!”

Panicking more than ever, Jason spun around the best he could and grabbed onto the front of his father’s briefs, digging his fingers into the cotton and trying to ignore the heat and stink radiating from his father’s colossal crotch beneath it.

“LET’S SEE,” Kirk said aloud, now standing at his full height. “BARNEY’S HIS BEST MATE. HE’D PROBABLY KNOW WHERE JASON IS.”

Kirk began typing a message on his son’s smartphone, presumably to Barney. Jason, meanwhile, his eyes closed tightly, hung from his father’s briefs, trying his damndest not to let go and plummet several hundred thousand feet to his death.

“Dad! Please! You’ve got to notice me! Please! I-I don’t want to die!”

As Jason continued to dangle, he suddenly became aware of a regular vibration beneath his aching hands. In his haste not to be pushed off a cliff by his own unknowing father, he knew he had clung to possibly the worst place any son would want to end up in his position, but he didn’t know where specifically on his father’s pelvis he was perched. However, now that he felt the vibration, which he deduced was a pulse, he had a decent idea where exactly he was.

Against his better judgment, Jason opened his eyes. His worst fears were confirmed. He was indeed holding onto the cotton that covered his father’s well-endowed, flaccid cock. The very same cock that ejaculated him into existence all those years ago.

Jason felt like vomiting, but was shaken out of his sickness as his father suddenly rotated towards the couch absentmindedly, still typing what must have been the longest text known to man. When Kirk stopped moving, Jason opened his eyes again and saw that the couch cushion was now below him, a significantly less dramatic drop than the one to the floor.

Before Jason contemplated letting go any further, however, the sound of a text being sent brought him back to reality, and a shadow started to grow over him. 

Jason’s attention snapped back towards his towering father, only to see his father’s massive hand, having moved away from his son’s smartphone, now descending downwards, for whatever reason, to his crotch.

“Dad! N–”

Jason was then engulfed by his father’s massive palm, first being pressed directly into his father’s pulsating cock through the cotton before rolling him down the shaft sideways towards one of the boxer briefs’ leg holes. It was evident his father was adjusting himself. 

Kirk didn’t stop there, however. His fingers curled and dug into the right leg hole of his briefs before sliding in to adjust himself more, this time with skin-to-skin contact. Jason, still stuck to his father’s palm, entered the briefs as well, being slammed into a hard wall of skin, which finally knocked him free. There was more rigorous adjusting that Jason couldn’t see through the darkness, but felt it all the same, until his father finally extracted his hand, abandoning his son in his briefs against whatever bodily organ he had collided with.

Once again, Jason was too scared to move. His father’s briefs were now preventing him from falling, but this was of little comfort to him now. The wall of skin he was now stuck to also had a pulse, and with no underwear separating son from his point of origin, Jason could feel the blood flowing through this organ at a steady pace.

Hesitantly, Jason tried to move sideways towards where he thought the nearest exit was, now debating if falling to his death was better than this. However, instead of his hand resting on firm skin, his right hand slid forward into nothingness, though his thumb grazed what felt like another wall of skin. The blood flowing beneath Jason then started to build up speed, and far above, he heard his father let out a quiet grunt.

Knowing exactly what orifice he had accidentally stuck his hand into, and what part of his father’s cock he was now stuck to, Jason quickly retracted his hand, now on the verge of throwing up again. However, this movement only stimulated his father more. The blood in the head of his father’s penis started flowing even quicker. He could hear more blood somewhere down below racing towards the head and making the shaft become a lot stiffer. He even heard his father let out another sigh through gritted teeth.

“SHIT.”

Next thing Jason knew, something outside the briefs slammed and pinned him into the head of his father’s cock, which could’ve only been his father’s massive hand. Jason tried to protest, but his pleas, which would have never been heard anyway, were drowned out by his father’s booming voice somewhere above.

“WELL, GUESS I CAN’T DO MUCH UNTIL BARNEY TEXTS BACK. MIGHT AS WELL HAVE A WANK.”

Jason’s eyes bulged. Death was most certainly a better option now than what his father was about to do with his son as an unwilling participant. His father didn’t discourage this thought, as Kirk continued to pump his hand up and down his cock through the cotton as it stiffened to its full length, the briefs now stretched and screaming to be taken off.

As Kirk began climbing the steps, however, a text mercifully came through on Jason’s phone. Kirk, his horny stupor shattered by his interest in his son’s well-being, immediately stopped pumping his cock, which started shrinking back to its flaccid state; his son also now spared from the devastating and humiliating ritual.

Jason gasped for air, only to inhale the thick musk of his father’s unshowered cock, which was still better than being actually suffocated against his father’s cockhead. 

As Jason came down from his latest near brush with death in the most humiliating fashion, his father spoke again, drawing his attention.

“‘NO, HE’S NOT WITH ME. I DROPPED HIM OFF AT HIS PLACE LAST NIGHT. WE WERE TOTALLY NOT DRINKING LAST NIGHT, BTW LOL,’” Kirk read aloud before belting out an exasperated sigh dripping with both anger and concern. “JESUS, THESE FUCKING BOYS. THOUGHT I TOUGHT JASON BETTER THAN THIS FUCKING SHIT.”

Despite his current predicament, Jason couldn’t help but wince at his father’s biting words.

“D-dad. Please,” Jason sniffled exhaustedly. “I’m sorry. I’m right here. Look in here.”

But Jason’s pleas were further ignored by his father, who quickly climbed the rest of the stairs, briskly paced into his bedroom, and immediately started pulling on previously discarded clothes from the floor, including his pair of work jeans he had worn for the better part of the week. Jason was powerless to do anything as the darkness and heat of his father’s briefs only became more intense as his father slipped his jeans on, pinning him to the head of his father’s cock again, albeit with less force than his hand. 

Through the layers of clothes, Jason could hear his father grumbling, all of his words still iced with that same cocktail of annoyance, anger, and worry.

“WHEN I FIND HIM, JASON’S GOING TO WISH I WORE A FUCKING CONDOM THE NIGHT I MADE THE LITTLE BRAT.”