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A Man and His Boy, Chapter 10

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The next morning I awoke from a night of dreamless sleep to find an empty bed. I looked over, it was 11:24 and my head was shrieking in hungover agony. I must’ve been seriously drunk last night. I stood up and my briefs immediately fell to my ankles. Fuck! I remembered last night’s panic and my heart began to pound.

“Is that you, boy?” Daddy called from the kitchen. I could hear sizzling, and the smell of black pepper wafted in. “I’m making stew. Come eat.”

I entered the kitchen buck naked. “Daddy. Look at me. I’m shrinking. My underwear fucking fell off because my body is tiny. I need to go to a hospital or something. Can you walk with me to Columbia Presbyterian? I’m going to the emergency room.”

“What? What are you talking about, boy? You look fine. You look great, actually. I fuckin’ love your hot little body. Man, you really get me going, boy.” He grunted and pulled on his heavy package, and I could see his thick boner straining his sweatpants.

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