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Drake was the type of guy that enjoyed the exercise routine he had followed for the majority of his adult life.

At 49 years old, he barely noticed any toll time might have had on his abilities, much less his body -- it was an easy ritual each morning for Drake to rise early and be out the door for his daily run. These would occasionally be only a few miles on his off days, or more often, half a dozen miles at least.

This flowed down the genetic line to his son, Kyle, who had been Drake's little shadow in both exercise and sport since the kid was born. Kyle was now 18 years old, freshly graduated from high school, and nowadays stood to give his old man a run for the title of athlete-of-the-family. Despite this playful rivalry, Drake and Kyle enjoyed their daily morning jogs together, even if it meant Drake having to drag his sleep-loving teenager out of bed to get things started each morning. With high school behind him, Kyle was looking at colleges and had already sent applications to many, and soon enough there were acceptance letters arriving in response.

Drake knew his time with his son was limited now, as Kyle would be looking to move out for the oncoming semester of college any week now, so he made an extra effort to appreciate any time the two of them had together.

The clock said: 5:05 AM. Five past five. That meant Drake was already out of bed and getting dressed for the morning’s run. It had been years since his wife had passed away, which allowed him the freedom to be himself, stomping around and tossing his gear into order.

Down the hall, Drake stopped outside his son’s bedroom door and listened for a moment before lifting a meaty hand to knock upon it. Thud, thud, thud. He waited another moment before repeating the hefty knocking and calling through the door to his son.

“Kyle! You awake in there yet? The morning is wasting away and I want to get a move on!” Drake shouted, projecting with the intent to wake the sleeping teenager within.

Still nothing. Drake frowned and prepared to open the door before catching himself. He always found himself pulling Kyle out of bed, at least a couple mornings each week since they had started long ago, and with Kyle preparing to move out on his own and battle the world without his dad to back him up … Drake realised he should let his son wake up on his own, after all he was a young adult now.

Leaning towards the door one more time, Drake gave a tantalising farewell, “Sleep in if you want – you won’t have me to drag you out of bed for runs or classes after you move out! I’ll just drag you out when I get back!”

He paused for one last listen, and hearing nothing, the disappointed man continued down the hall and to the front door, closing it loudly on his way out.

—

Meanwhile, seemingly within another universe that existed in the deep reaches of his son’s bedroom, Kyle found himself in a situation that was far from enjoying the peaceful comfort of sleeping through the early morning. He was stranded on a landscape that bordered otherworldly, as well as all too familiar, stretching vastly in each direction he turned and with vistas consumed by the most bizarre mountains he could never have imagined until now.

“What the fuck is happening…?” he said with a voice that felt disturbingly small and puny in the space around him.

The night prior was nothing out of the ordinary, with Kyle staying up as late as possible watching videos and texting on his phone before finally succumbing to sleep in the comfort of his bed. He had expected, like any other morning, to wake up to the voice and touch of his bear-ish father urging him to get ready and go out for their morning jog. Instead, Kyle woke up to a pounding thunder that reverberated through the very bones of his body, vibrating the ground itself.

THUD … THUD … THUD

Bleary and alarmed, Kyle called out and reached for his cellphone, thinking it must be an earthquake or some kind of thunder outside. He felt nothing but a cool, hard surface around him: no blankets, no mattress, and no cellphone. As he lifted himself, dazed but quickly coming to cognizance with panic, that same distant booming returned.

THUD … THUD … THUD

This time, it was followed by something that terrified the tiny teenager even more than any natural disaster could have hoped to do: the deep, rumbling, and explosive sound of what could only be a voice … his father’s voice.

“ …. SLEEP IN IF YOU WANT …. “ Kyle felt each word in his very bones, barely able to discern them. “ …. I’LL JUST DRAG YOU OUT OF BED WHEN I GET BACK ….”

It was the same good-natured and happy-go-lucky voice of the man whose DNA Kyle shared and whose shadow Kyle spent his entire life within, and yet this sounded nothing like the voice and man Kyle knew. This sounded huge and monstrous, deafeningly powerful and more akin to a natural disaster than his own father’s voice. It sounded enormous, which made him realise that his father must be equally huge to match. It scared the shit out of Kyle.

His father’s voice scared him … what would happen when he saw the man himself? Kyle’s entire body shuddered at the mere thought of imagining what his father must look like now.

—

The sweat-soaked man stepped back into the house, slamming the front door behind him.

He quickly peeled his shirt off, feeling the rush of cool indoor air over his body. It felt good. Drake sighed and did some after-workout stretches, glancing at his smart-watch and pleased with the time it took him to complete the 5 mile run this morning and noting how consistent his heart rate had been the entire time. The house itself was quiet, as he had half-expected to see Kyle up and about the house already, but the living room and kitchen were devoid of life except for some small buzzing gnats that Drake absently swatted at in annoyance. It appeared his son still had yet to emerge from his bedroom.

“Damn, that kid doesn’t usually sleep in this late. Can’t believe how lazy he is today!”

Drake swallowed the remaining contents of his water flask before continuing down the hallway towards his son’s door, his well-worn running sneakers dully thudding against the hardwood floor.

“Better drag that little slacker out of bed now so he doesn’t miss breakfast,” Drake thought, handling the empty flask idly with one hand and reaching for the doorknob with the other.

—

The theme of Kyle’s day so far had been confusion, panic, and terror – all of which was a gift that just kept on giving. After the monstrous sound of his father’s knocking and booming voice had departed, the minuscule teenager had found himself alone in the vast space of flooring at the base of his bed. The landscape was riddled with bits of detritus that he had never noticed before, pebbles that might be nothing more than grits of sand normally were palm-sized, with plenty more of them being larger than that. He saw twisted nightmarish cords of organic matter that he realised were nothing more than hairs fallen off his own head, as well as a few that were thicker still and more coarse, longer than his own and splitting at the ends, and realised those must have fallen from his father’s huge body.

Through this journey among the wasteland of floor, Kyle slowly made his tiny trek towards the door that led to out of his room to the hallway. It was beyond description at his current size, nothing but a blurred vastness that stretched sickenly to the heavens and barely resembled the door he had thoughtlessly used for most of his life. He could barely believe he had ever been large enough to open such a thing.

Yet, Kyle knew through the curtain of emotions that his best course of action was to leave his room and find the only person he could ever rely upon: his father.

After the terrific sound of him pounding on the door earlier, as well as his thundering voice, Kyle had allowed himself to humanise the cause of it all again instead of being afraid as he was. His father would help him … he was Kyle’s only hope.

Then the ground began to vibrate beneath his tiny bare feet. Slightly at first, following other disturbance in the unknown beyond that must have been the front door slamming. Kyle stood still, noting the rhythmic nature of the vibrations: heavy, dull, and consistent. They had to be his father’s footsteps!

It did not take long for them to grow stronger, as well as soon accompanied by delayed booms that echoed in from beyond the vast door ahead of him.

Kyle felt himself prickling with anxiety, feeling more like some mouse being caught by an exterminator, some unstoppable entity that he couldn’t communicate with, than a human being. He watched two enormous shadows appear beneath the gap of his door in the distance. Each one followed by a thudding boom and subsequent ripple of impact through the wooden landscape. Then the distinctive, utterly bone-chilling sound of metal grinding on metal, deep and slow, echoed from high above as the doorknob turned.

Everything devolved from that point on: the door pushed open with a spectacle unlike anything Kyle had ever seen before. A rush of displaced air flowed in the wake, roaring over the shrunken teenager like a hurricane gale that nearly upset his balance and made his dizzy just witnessing the movement of it.

“Oh my god…” Kyle whimpered, feeling every muscle in his body turn to fuzzy, tingling goo as he looked at the gargantuan entity that filled the doorway.

All he could properly discern were the monstrously huge sneakers that stood like mountains on the horizon. Huge beyond anything he could have imagined, filling him with more dread than even the vast door or furniture of his room had. Synthetic mountains of white, sliver, and all of which was dirtied and discoloured with the daily use they had been subjected to – faded on the thick rubber sole to off-white with grass stains and embedded dirt. His attention had been so consumed by the image of the enormous footwear, that Kyle only remembered the towering behemoth that wore them when a calamitous noise echoed from above as his father set his water flask down on the surface of his dresser. That only lasted a moment as Kyle’s attention was abruptly brought back to the massive footwear as one shifted and started to lift off the floor.

An unmistakable sound of rubber peeling from the dusty floor was transformed into a rolling peeling squelch that made Kyle’s teeth clench and his skin prickle with goose flesh.

The gargantuan running shoe detached from the ground, lifting higher into the air and shifting as it began moving forward with the slow, ominous quality that could only be compared to a storm in the distance. Kyle stared dumbly, unable to do anything else as he took in the shaded underworld that was contained beneath the footwear, huge rubber squares that were darkened with grime, grass stains, and flattened debris and dead insects that his father had crushed throughout his morning. It filled his entire sky. As Kyle stood there, frozen, his gaze locking onto one particular creature that had been pulverised beneath just one of the many huge rubber lugs that made of his dad’s gigantic tread, he realised if he didn’t move he would end up crushed alongside it.

“D-dad … No! Wait! Please!” he shrieked.

Instantly breaking into animation, Kyle’s mind went full prey-mode and told him to run for his life. He stumbled at first, beginning to run backwards but changed his course and darted to the side, intent on escaping the immense shadow that drenched the landscape. It felt like the climax of his life, the scene at the end of his movie, easily the greatest test of endurance and athleticism that he could have ever prepared for … and all thanks to his dad and their early morning runs.

He hoped it all paid off.
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Being in my dilf era right now, a lot of my renders have giant dads, and dad bods, and I am loving it! I had one of my good friends Tomcrosby , who is also an wonderful and amazing artist on deviantart write the story for this render comic. We both share mutual bond over unaware giants, and came together on this piece of work. All of you guys reading this need to go give him watch, and favorite his art!

I hope y'all enjoy this collabration, and tell me what you think in the comments! Have an awesome day!

Description

Drake was the type of guy that enjoyed the exercise routine he had followed for the majority of his adult life.

At 49 years old, he barely noticed any toll time might have had on his abilities, much less his body -- it was an easy ritual each morning for Drake to rise early and be out the door for his daily run. These would occasionally be only a few miles on his off days, or more often, half a dozen miles at least.

This flowed down the genetic line to his son, Kyle, who had been Drake's little shadow in both exercise and sport since the kid was born. Kyle was now 18 years old, freshly graduated from high school, and nowadays stood to give his old man a run for the title of athlete-of-the-family. Despite this playful rivalry, Drake and Kyle enjoyed their daily morning jogs together, even if it meant Drake having to drag his sleep-loving teenager out of bed to get things started each morning. With high school behind him, Kyle was looking at colleges and had already sent applications to many, and soon enough there were acceptance letters arriving in response.

Drake knew his time with his son was limited now, as Kyle would be looking to move out for the oncoming semester of college any week now, so he made an extra effort to appreciate any time the two of them had together.

The clock said: 5:05 AM. Five past five. That meant Drake was already out of bed and getting dressed for the morning’s run. It had been years since his wife had passed away, which allowed him the freedom to be himself, stomping around and tossing his gear into order.

Down the hall, Drake stopped outside his son’s bedroom door and listened for a moment before lifting a meaty hand to knock upon it. Thud, thud, thud. He waited another moment before repeating the hefty knocking and calling through the door to his son.

“Kyle! You awake in there yet? The morning is wasting away and I want to get a move on!” Drake shouted, projecting with the intent to wake the sleeping teenager within.

Still nothing. Drake frowned and prepared to open the door before catching himself. He always found himself pulling Kyle out of bed, at least a couple mornings each week since they had started long ago, and with Kyle preparing to move out on his own and battle the world without his dad to back him up … Drake realised he should let his son wake up on his own, after all he was a young adult now.

Leaning towards the door one more time, Drake gave a tantalising farewell, “Sleep in if you want – you won’t have me to drag you out of bed for runs or classes after you move out! I’ll just drag you out when I get back!”

He paused for one last listen, and hearing nothing, the disappointed man continued down the hall and to the front door, closing it loudly on his way out.

—

Meanwhile, seemingly within another universe that existed in the deep reaches of his son’s bedroom, Kyle found himself in a situation that was far from enjoying the peaceful comfort of sleeping through the early morning. He was stranded on a landscape that bordered otherworldly, as well as all too familiar, stretching vastly in each direction he turned and with vistas consumed by the most bizarre mountains he could never have imagined until now.

“What the fuck is happening…?” he said with a voice that felt disturbingly small and puny in the space around him.

The night prior was nothing out of the ordinary, with Kyle staying up as late as possible watching videos and texting on his phone before finally succumbing to sleep in the comfort of his bed. He had expected, like any other morning, to wake up to the voice and touch of his bear-ish father urging him to get ready and go out for their morning jog. Instead, Kyle woke up to a pounding thunder that reverberated through the very bones of his body, vibrating the ground itself.

THUD … THUD … THUD

Bleary and alarmed, Kyle called out and reached for his cellphone, thinking it must be an earthquake or some kind of thunder outside. He felt nothing but a cool, hard surface around him: no blankets, no mattress, and no cellphone. As he lifted himself, dazed but quickly coming to cognizance with panic, that same distant booming returned.

THUD … THUD … THUD

This time, it was followed by something that terrified the tiny teenager even more than any natural disaster could have hoped to do: the deep, rumbling, and explosive sound of what could only be a voice … his father’s voice.

“ …. SLEEP IN IF YOU WANT …. “ Kyle felt each word in his very bones, barely able to discern them. “ …. I’LL JUST DRAG YOU OUT OF BED WHEN I GET BACK ….”

It was the same good-natured and happy-go-lucky voice of the man whose DNA Kyle shared and whose shadow Kyle spent his entire life within, and yet this sounded nothing like the voice and man Kyle knew. This sounded huge and monstrous, deafeningly powerful and more akin to a natural disaster than his own father’s voice. It sounded enormous, which made him realise that his father must be equally huge to match. It scared the shit out of Kyle.

His father’s voice scared him … what would happen when he saw the man himself? Kyle’s entire body shuddered at the mere thought of imagining what his father must look like now.

—

The sweat-soaked man stepped back into the house, slamming the front door behind him.

He quickly peeled his shirt off, feeling the rush of cool indoor air over his body. It felt good. Drake sighed and did some after-workout stretches, glancing at his smart-watch and pleased with the time it took him to complete the 5 mile run this morning and noting how consistent his heart rate had been the entire time. The house itself was quiet, as he had half-expected to see Kyle up and about the house already, but the living room and kitchen were devoid of life except for some small buzzing gnats that Drake absently swatted at in annoyance. It appeared his son still had yet to emerge from his bedroom.

“Damn, that kid doesn’t usually sleep in this late. Can’t believe how lazy he is today!”

Drake swallowed the remaining contents of his water flask before continuing down the hallway towards his son’s door, his well-worn running sneakers dully thudding against the hardwood floor.

“Better drag that little slacker out of bed now so he doesn’t miss breakfast,” Drake thought, handling the empty flask idly with one hand and reaching for the doorknob with the other.

—

The theme of Kyle’s day so far had been confusion, panic, and terror – all of which was a gift that just kept on giving. After the monstrous sound of his father’s knocking and booming voice had departed, the minuscule teenager had found himself alone in the vast space of flooring at the base of his bed. The landscape was riddled with bits of detritus that he had never noticed before, pebbles that might be nothing more than grits of sand normally were palm-sized, with plenty more of them being larger than that. He saw twisted nightmarish cords of organic matter that he realised were nothing more than hairs fallen off his own head, as well as a few that were thicker still and more coarse, longer than his own and splitting at the ends, and realised those must have fallen from his father’s huge body.

Through this journey among the wasteland of floor, Kyle slowly made his tiny trek towards the door that led to out of his room to the hallway. It was beyond description at his current size, nothing but a blurred vastness that stretched sickenly to the heavens and barely resembled the door he had thoughtlessly used for most of his life. He could barely believe he had ever been large enough to open such a thing.

Yet, Kyle knew through the curtain of emotions that his best course of action was to leave his room and find the only person he could ever rely upon: his father.

After the terrific sound of him pounding on the door earlier, as well as his thundering voice, Kyle had allowed himself to humanise the cause of it all again instead of being afraid as he was. His father would help him … he was Kyle’s only hope.

Then the ground began to vibrate beneath his tiny bare feet. Slightly at first, following other disturbance in the unknown beyond that must have been the front door slamming. Kyle stood still, noting the rhythmic nature of the vibrations: heavy, dull, and consistent. They had to be his father’s footsteps!

It did not take long for them to grow stronger, as well as soon accompanied by delayed booms that echoed in from beyond the vast door ahead of him.

Kyle felt himself prickling with anxiety, feeling more like some mouse being caught by an exterminator, some unstoppable entity that he couldn’t communicate with, than a human being. He watched two enormous shadows appear beneath the gap of his door in the distance. Each one followed by a thudding boom and subsequent ripple of impact through the wooden landscape. Then the distinctive, utterly bone-chilling sound of metal grinding on metal, deep and slow, echoed from high above as the doorknob turned.

Everything devolved from that point on: the door pushed open with a spectacle unlike anything Kyle had ever seen before. A rush of displaced air flowed in the wake, roaring over the shrunken teenager like a hurricane gale that nearly upset his balance and made his dizzy just witnessing the movement of it.

“Oh my god…” Kyle whimpered, feeling every muscle in his body turn to fuzzy, tingling goo as he looked at the gargantuan entity that filled the doorway.

All he could properly discern were the monstrously huge sneakers that stood like mountains on the horizon. Huge beyond anything he could have imagined, filling him with more dread than even the vast door or furniture of his room had. Synthetic mountains of white, sliver, and all of which was dirtied and discoloured with the daily use they had been subjected to – faded on the thick rubber sole to off-white with grass stains and embedded dirt. His attention had been so consumed by the image of the enormous footwear, that Kyle only remembered the towering behemoth that wore them when a calamitous noise echoed from above as his father set his water flask down on the surface of his dresser. That only lasted a moment as Kyle’s attention was abruptly brought back to the massive footwear as one shifted and started to lift off the floor.

An unmistakable sound of rubber peeling from the dusty floor was transformed into a rolling peeling squelch that made Kyle’s teeth clench and his skin prickle with goose flesh.

The gargantuan running shoe detached from the ground, lifting higher into the air and shifting as it began moving forward with the slow, ominous quality that could only be compared to a storm in the distance. Kyle stared dumbly, unable to do anything else as he took in the shaded underworld that was contained beneath the footwear, huge rubber squares that were darkened with grime, grass stains, and flattened debris and dead insects that his father had crushed throughout his morning. It filled his entire sky. As Kyle stood there, frozen, his gaze locking onto one particular creature that had been pulverised beneath just one of the many huge rubber lugs that made of his dad’s gigantic tread, he realised if he didn’t move he would end up crushed alongside it.

“D-dad … No! Wait! Please!” he shrieked.

Instantly breaking into animation, Kyle’s mind went full prey-mode and told him to run for his life. He stumbled at first, beginning to run backwards but changed his course and darted to the side, intent on escaping the immense shadow that drenched the landscape. It felt like the climax of his life, the scene at the end of his movie, easily the greatest test of endurance and athleticism that he could have ever prepared for … and all thanks to his dad and their early morning runs.

He hoped it all paid off.
------------------------------------------------------------------------

Being in my dilf era right now, a lot of my renders have giant dads, and dad bods, and I am loving it! I had one of my good friends Tomcrosby , who is also an wonderful and amazing artist on deviantart write the story for this render comic. We both share mutual bond over unaware giants, and came together on this piece of work. All of you guys reading this need to go give him watch, and favorite his art!

I hope y'all enjoy this collabration, and tell me what you think in the comments! Have an awesome day!