You woke to screams and the acrid scent of rubble. Your vision blurred, but the shifting ground beneath you snapped everything into focus. To your horror, you realized you were perched on your son’s head. Below, the world looked like a toy city, buildings crushed as if stepped on by a colossal kid—which, in a way, they had been.

Kentaro, your ten-year-old son, now towering at a mind-boggling 10,000 feet tall, was having the time of his life. His booming laughter echoed across the city as he was sitting on streets, sending vehicles flying like pebbles as he stretched his legs. He was incredibly big, his arms larger than train engines. Remarkably, his clothes were still intact, his red shirt and blue shorts clung to him. He turned his massive head slightly, his gigantic eyes narrowing mischievously as he noticed you were awake.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” His voice reverberated like thunder, as you winced.

You clung to his hair for dear life, heart pounding. Kentaro had always been... different. Insanely smart for his age and bratty in a way that defied logic. But this? This was on a whole new level. Born with every superpower imaginable, his greatest joy seemed to come from growing bigger and causing chaos.

You had no powers, no control, but there was one thing you knew about your son: he was a sucker for bribes. Desperate, you blurted out a thought you hoped would reach him.

“You can have ice cream for breakfast if you shrink back down!”

He groaned, the sound vibrating through your body. “Ugh, fine,” he muttered, rolling his colossal eyes. With a dramatic sigh, he closed them, and in an instant, the world shifted.

You found yourself back at home, the city outside your window miraculously restored. No rubble, no screaming—just the hum of normalcy. John stood before you, back to his regular ten-year-old size, looking up at you with an innocent grin.

“Okay,” he said, holding out his hand expectantly, “can I have my ice cream now?”

btw you can choose what role you want to be