Monkey Boy

 Originally posted on Tumblr: April 15th, 2021 

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Onesies like this are a result of capitalism to make sure modern age parents spend money on things they don’t need. And of course, you’re right, but my son loves monkeys and the minute he saw this he begged me to get him one, so he could be a monkey boy.

What kind of dad would I be if I didn’t get it? And doesn’t he look adorable in it? Well, that’s what I thought too at first, I mean how was I supposed to know what this stupid onesie would do? I ordered if from a website… Man, I can’t even remember now, but it had a really catchy tag line like, “Specially designed for your growing child’s needs.” I thought it was cute, sue me.

My review? 0 out of 5 stars

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“Woah, this is fluffier than I thought.” Mr. Hull pulled out the child monkey onesie. The ears flopped about as he turned it around.

“Daddy, Daddy I want to be a monkey.” Little Davey pulled on his father’s pants’ leg. His dad was getting between him and being a monkey. The boy had already thrown off his clothes except for his underwear and socks. He was bouncing in place waiting.

“Okay, little monkey boy, stand still.” Mr. Hull smiled bending down on one knee and helping his son into the Onesie. Zipping it up he patted his son’s stomach. “There you go now you can go wild.” That was a bit of a lie, Mr. Hull started throwing pillows down on the floor, to mitigate any fall damage. Now his son could go wild.

Immediately, little Davey began trying to climb up the back of their sofa. Mr. Hull sat on the front ready to catch his son if need be. Thankfully, little Davey climbed to the top perfectly. His dad cheered for him and scooped the boy up in his arms. They walked into the kitchen where Davey pointed out other stuff, he wanted to climb like the kitchen counter and the refrigerator.

Mr. Hull laughed, pulling out his son’s favorite nutritional snack, a banana. What else would a monkey boy eat? It was the only fruit he could get his son to eat regularly. Don’t even get Mr. Hull started on vegetables. He handed the banana over to his boy after peeling it. The father had learned to turn the banana upside down and pinch the bottom to open it. A trick taught to him by his son. Though Mr. Hull had no idea where that nugget of knowledge came from.

The phone started ringing and Mr. Hull sighed. Today was the weekend, and he always dedicated that time for his boy, but if someone was calling, it had to be important. Mr. Hull set his son down. “Can monkey boy be good while, I take a call?” Little Davey nodded. His dad smiled while stepping into his study. He left the door open to peer into the other rooms, but his attention was truly on the call.

Little Davey however had more climbing to do. That was what monkeys did after all. He threw his banana peel in the trash and went off. He was so lucky his dad had bought him this. None of the other kids at school ever talked about their favorite animal or getting to play as that animal. He ran up to his room. When he got there, he remembered the lights were off. Even in the daytime he didn’t like the lights off.

But monkey boy wasn’t afraid of anything. Little Davey mustered his courage and walked into his room headed to the light switch. It was up high on the wall. He tried to jump to flick it, but to no success. Unhappy he tried to reach for it. There were a few feeble attempts. Nothing. Pouting Little Davey reached with all his might and finally his body seemed to obey, pushing him further towards the switch until he could turn it off. Little Davey found himself pleased and went over to his toy box. May e there was something else that could help him be a monkey boy. He began placing his toys on the floor, rather tossing was the right word. He was so into it; the boy never once noticed how the toys began to shift, becoming thinner with black weights at the ends. All across the floor the toys morphed into weights and dumbbells. His stomach growled and the little boy hunched over. How could he be hungry he just had a banana? Maybe he needed more. Turning around little Davey finally noticed all his toys were gone and heavy objects were in their place.

Before he could call for his dad, his onesie engulfed him. It was like the thing had come to life. Feet, hands, all were sucked in, while the hood covered Davey’s face so he couldn’t see. Lying on the ground the scene looked like a lumpy heap, when it was truly a trapped boy. Little Davey cried for his dad trying to fight it off, but the fabric was relentless. 

“Daddy, what’s happening?” The boy cried but it was all muffled by the onesie.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hull heard the thump from upstairs when Davey collided with the floor. He walked out of his study. “Davey?” he called out, His son should have been on the first floor, but he didn’t get a response or see him. Although he didn’t hear Davey crying, Mr. Hull decided to check on his son anyway, heading upstairs.

Walking into little Davey’s room, Mr. Hull spotted the writhing mass inside the onesie on the floor. At first, he thought Davey was playing a game, but then he heard the muffled cries. Mr. Hull, still not understanding the gravity of the situation, went over to his son trying to pull back the hood to see his son’s face. However, the hood was unmoving as if glued shut. That was when Mr. Hull noticed he didn’t see any of his son’s limbs, they were all flailing from inside. His eyes flitted around the room spotting the weights abandoned on the floor. There was even a bench press that materialized from nowhere. Mr. Hull fell back on his ass terrified. what the hell was going on? The whole room began to change, going from that of a little kid, to one more in line with a seasoned gym goer. Motivational posters appeared on the wall along with pictures of male and female athletes. Gone, were the stuffed animals, toy trucks, the nightlight and anything else that signified Davey’s youth.

Mr. Hull got a sense of vertigo from the change, but he couldn’t get distracted. He pushed aside the want to throw up and crawled over to his son. “Davey can you hear me!” He began trying to pull the fabric open. The colors on the monkey onesie darkened as Mr. Hull fought to free his son.

“Daddy! Daddy, I hear you!” Little Davey cried from the inside. No matter how he tossed or turned, there was no escape or exit in sight. The heat within the onesie picked up. Little Davey’s body began to stretch and grow taller. A weight pushed out from little Davy’s chest giving him his first set of pecs. His socked feet got tighter, and he felt his toes pressing the elastic to its limit. 13 sized feet burst forth, wiggling free of constraint. His arms and legs were growing next longer as body hair sprouted. He was no longer a “boy” he was fully fit to be call a teenager. However, the onesie was far from done with him. “Daddy what’s—

A second wave of energy pushed into Davey. His voice lowered as his Adam’s apple grew and his balls dropped, heavy and pendulous. Along his torso his pecs grew bigger and hardened, while his abs pushed up from his belly, forming well defined crevices. Davey couldn’t help but flex struggling to get out. His arms and thighs took that as a cue to begin their secondary growth as his biceps, quads and calves all pulsed bigger. Turing into well-formed stone, Davey’s shoulders spread apart as his back widened. He had accelerated from teen to young man in a matter of minutes.

Next up was his face, reforming to give him a stronger jaw and sharp cheek bones. His nose pressed out as his lips grew fuller. Tensing his eyebrows grew bushier and darker, matching the head on his hair growing longer. There was a prick on the back of his neck and Davey felt ink flow into his body. It grazed over his muscles morphing into tattoos against his white skin as it settled. Davey could tell he was large, but he didn’t want to be a big boy, only a monkey boy. Finally, Davey’s undies had grown tight to the point of being painful. This was not help by the fact Davey’s ass was getting larger, tearing the back. While in the front, his cock shredded through as his balls swelled. David was now completely nude in his onesie. His limbs began to get ushered back out of the respective openings.

For Mr. Hull it was an entirely different experience. He stayed close to his son cradling him, or rather the bundle of writing he had turned into. “I’m right here.” He would say to his son. Though there was never an indication his son heard him. As the onesie darkened the mass inside began to expand, getting heavy. Mr. Hull heard his son’s bones popping and snapping as they grew. The onesie never once showed any sign of tearing as it grew to contain the body it held.

Eventually, there was a breaking point. The first thing to emerge were two large feet out of the leg holes. Next came, two rough hands both adorned with tattoos, the finger moved around grasping. Finally, the hood pulled up revealing David’s adult face. The zipper began to slide down simply due to how large David’s chest was.

“Davey?” Mr. Hull asked.

“Daddy?” The man’s voice was all wrong though his eyes were locked onto Mr. Hull. The newly formed young man passed out. Mr. Hull felt he full weight of his son’s new body crushing him, the father lugged the new young man in his arms to the king size bed that had appeared in the room replacing the twin size. Mr. Hull ended up falling into bed with his son lying on top of him.

Mr. Hull was out of energy, moving his son was like pulling a stack of bricks.  He looked down at the young man sleeping on his chest. The father wondered if this even was his son. Sure, he had seen his son struggle inside the onesie, even heard the muffled screams become deeper. But there was no proof. How was he to know if the man sleeping on top of him was his son, or an entirely different person the onesie created using his son?  His head was hurting and he couldn’t process this.

Looking down Mr. Hull watched as the grown man shifted on top of him clinging to him how little Davey used to. The father sighed this was defiantly still his boy. Unable to move with the heavy young man on his chest, Mr. Hull stared at the ceiling, wondering “What now?”

While David slept, his dreams were filled with girls, guys, fast cars, sports and much more. He slept peacefully on his father’s chest.

2 hours later, David woke up. He stretched his arms and craned his neck. “I slept like a baby.” That’s when David noticed what he had pulled off of was not his mattress, but his father. David try tapping his dad awake but his father was out of it. The young man really wanted to know how he had fallen asleep on top of his dad. He hadn’t done that since he was a kid. Getting out of bed David put a blanket on his old man.

“Heh,” David snickered ‘old man’ was a funny term, his dad wasn’t even that old. In his 30’s, but that wasn’t even middle aged. “Wait, what?” David said out loud to no one. The young man was 25 so how his father only 30 something?

“What’s that matter still sleepy Davey?” Mr. Hull muttered in his sleep. “Alright climb up into bed.” The dad motioned his arms, but never once opened his eyes and then he was asleep again.

For David though it was a trigger. The name Davey went off in David’s head like a firework. His mind unraveled as memories of being a kid playing with his dad that very day entered his head. David steadied himself against the wall. That couldn’t be, He was a stud, wasn’t he? Guys and girl wanted him, and people wanted to be him. There was whole life he had, people he knew. But none of it helped, his kid self was pouring into him faster. 

There were two consciousness inside of David. The stud and the kid. Little Davey’s voice rang in his head, “He didn’t want to be a big boy yet.” David argued, “Get used to it cause I’m not going back to being that little kid.” Each of the two thought their life was perfect and neither was willing to give it up.  Little Davey’s mind was simplistic just him and his dad being happy. For David, it was having everything he’d worked for in life.

David thought it would be easier to get rid of the kid’s voice, but the opposite was turning out to be true. The more he saw into the kid’s recent memories the more he saw of Little Davey being transformed by the onesie. David had to question who he was. He had all the memories little Davey had except that one. The young man realized he was nothing more than false memories, an enforced maturity on the kid inside him. David closed his eyes and let his own inner voice go quiet. The part about, girls, sex, parties, etc. then all he could hear was Little Davey’s voice. He really was just little Davey, a kid.

Opening his eyes David looked over his body. “I’m so big!” Then he spotted his dad sleeping. Shushing himself so his dad could sleep, he stood up on shaky legs. Walking over to mirror he saw what happened to him. He realized he’d never be a kid again. Little Davey had no idea how to be a big kid. Closing his eyes, he flipped an internal switch as his David persona came out. Everything he should know as a young adult came to mind again. Only this time it was much more of a meld. Little Davey started to unzip the onesie looking at his torso, “Maybe it’s not so bad to be an adult and it’s okay that I used to be a kid” David said.  A cohesion was reached. No fear of being an adult and no rejection of being a kid; A new David was born.

“Monkey boy?” David pulled on the onesie revealing more of his pecs, “More like monkey man.”