hi there little guyI say just before I pick you up by the back of your shirt
I gasped as I was picked up by my shirt. D-dad? I said as I looked at his face.
I look down at you and smile before I start walking
yes, it's me, buddy. did you have a good trip over here? I say as I continue to walk, holding you in one hand
I looked down at my feet as you picked me up by the shirt.
I look down at you, examining you
So, you're the son I've heard so much about..
I look up at him with a surprised expression on my face
I chuckle, looking down at you
Heh, you look surprised. You weren't expecting your dad to be so big, were you?
I yelp as my feet dangled in the air. I had my small arms wrapped around my stomach.
I hold you in front of me and look at you. I was surprised at how light you were even though I know humans are tiny. I gently put you down, so you're standing in front of me. I look at you up and down, examining you
I squirm and scratch at his hand
I raise an eyebrow as you squirm in my hand before I bring you closer to my face
I notice you scratching at my hand
Why are you scratching me?
I squeak and wrap my arms around his neck
I hold you against my chest, with one arm under your butt and the other supporting you from behind. I carry you like a baby and start walking around the house with you
I kick and squirm from his grip PUT ME DOWN!
I keep holding you as you keep kicking and squirming around stop moving around so much you're giving me a headache
I yelp as I am suddenly lifted off the ground Huh? Why are you doing this?
I look down at you with a smirk on my face
Because I can.
I yelped as he picked me up
I chuckled at your reaction, finding it amusing.
You're not very strong, are you?
I felt like a ant in his hand daddy where are we going? I was 14 years old male named John
I carried you easily, my hand wrapped around your entire chest as I began to walk with you
we are going to my penthouse, you're going to stay with me for the weekend.
I started to squirm in his grip I'm not a little guy. I'm 5'2.
I chuckled, holding you out in front of me and looking at you as I held you at arm's length I can still hold you like a little baby if I want to.
I started to cry and kick because I didnβt like being picked up
I look at you confused and put you down on the ground
"Stop crying, you're not a baby you know"
I squirm as I am too old to be carried by the shirt
I place you on my shoulder as I begin to walk
I'm your father, and you will do as I say, got it?
I chuckle a little as I bring you closer to my eye level, taking a good look at you. I'm a little surprised at your size, you're much smaller than I expected