New Man in Charge

Originally posted on Tumblr:  Oct 31st, 2020 

 

Rafael stood staring at one of the many pamphlets his mom had asked him to get. It was a brochure for the hotel, the last one left. The other pamphlets were advertisements for nearby areas. The 11-year-old began walking back to his mom his brown curls falling into his eyes. On the back was a brief paragraph about the founders. He thought the paragraph was mostly boring though the last sentence caught his eye.

“Anyone can be a hotel owner! Do you have what it takes?” Rafael walked over to his family, reading aloud. He wondered if being a hotel owner was even a big deal. Maybe he could ask his father later.

“Thank you, Mr. Sanchez one of our Bellhops will attend to your bags shortly.” The desk assistant handed over the new guest’s card keys. The Mexican man graciously took them handing one to his wife and his son Rafael.

“Put that in your pocket, don’t want you losing it.” Mr. Sanchez said as his son took the card. They family turned and were greeted by a tall mountain of a man. He casted a shadow over the entire family. He had a warm smile and a nicely pimped and pressed uniform.

“Hello, my name is Jaden. I’ll be taking your bags to your room,” The strong man hoisted the luggage onto a cart. Before strolling away, He stopped to talk to Harold, “Tell Bill to get the next family. He was too late for this.”

Harold saw Sanchez’s confused stares and decided to elaborate. “Sorry we’ve been getting some new hires. It’s been happening so fast some of them. Even I can’t recall them right away, but your bags are fine.” The family thanked him and took him off for their room.

The hallway they came to on the 5^th floor was endless. Numbered royal blue doors denoting each one. When they stepped inside their designated number, they found two rooms separated with a master bed and a twin bed. There was a small table for eating, which had their bags sitting around it.  Rafael dropped the papers he was carrying as his mom searched them.  The boy went and laid on the small bed. The dad didn’t spend long unpacking before Mrs. Sanchez stood up waving a pamphlet.

“There’s an all-day spa treatment at a nearby relaxation center. Super-cheap. All you have to do is prove you’re a guest here. Javier we should go! Make it a family trip.”

Mr. Sanchez stretched his neck, “I don’t know, Yolonda. Rafael looks wiped out and to be honest I am too.” Mrs. Sanchez looked over to her son and smiled. The kid had fallen asleep long before his parents started talking.

“Then you watch him, I need to de-stress.” She set the pamphlet down on the table. There were various others scattered their table. ‘Where had she even gotten them?’ Mr. Sanchez wondered.  She walked out of the hotel room before he could ask.  He sat down at the small table, flipping on the TV, making sure the volume was low enough to not disturb his son.

Mr. Sanchez didn’t even have the energy to watch TV before he passed out in the chair.

When he woke up Mr. Sanchez felt great, no he felt better than great. There was an abundance of energy inside of him begging him to come out. He got up and made his way to the bathroom, hoping washing his face would wake him up. Upon spotting himself in the mirror, Mr. Sanchez backed into the wall. His gray hair had vanished, and his pot belly was nowhere to be seen. He was several years younger, back in his 30’s.

He touched his face. Not a wrinkle to be found anywhere, soft and smooth. A smile grew; this was a gift. He had found the fountain of youth. Maybe not ‘found,’ but it had certainly blessed him.  His heart raced, was he the next stage in human evolution?  Could he do it again. Then he stopped, what was he going to tell his wife? His son?

His son.

Javier ran to his son’s bedroom. Laying in the bed was an oversized hunk. The young man was fresh faced a beautiful. Short curly brown hair spilled across his face. Even a renaissance painter couldn’t capture the beauty of the magnificent figure lying before the father. The man’s arms and legs dangled off the bed. Javier spotted the tattered remains of his son’s clothes buried under the guy.

“Rafael?”

“Yeah, dad?” the man stirred with such a deep baritone, it shook Javier to his core, but in a good way. As if the voice was hard wired to Javier’s libido. Javier shook his head. He was thinking crazy. The young male lifted his head, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Why do I sound like that?” he touched his throat finding a meatier neck, made for commands.

“Dad, you look different?”

Javier smiled making a muscle, “You haven’t seen your dad like this in a long time, have you?”

“Am I dreaming,” The young man moved to get out of bed relieving it from his weight. As he stood up Javier’s eyes widened. They were not looking eye to eye. Rafael had a good two inches on him. Astounding. After all the most anyone ever grew in their family was 5’8 even, Javier’s younger form didn’t surpass it. But there Rafael stood naked as the day he was born stretching out his adult body.

Taking a step closer Javier examined his son’s face. It was definitely his boy, but as if someone had taken the baby fat away. He turned the head around in his palms as Rafael lazily smiled.

“Dad, did you get shorter?” Rafael asked, but Javier ignored him.

In fact, Mr. Sanchez’s mind was on a roll. This was a breakthrough in everything humans knew about science. Mr. Sanchez was a simple accountant, but he was sure he could find a scientist that could make this profitable. He lifted his son’s forearms, inspecting what had become of his gangly limbs. There was power being those biceps and triceps now, He traced a finger down his son’s arm to his pecs.

Rafael giggled, “That tickles man.”

“Dad.” Javier sternly corrected.

“Oh yeah, dad.” He laughed again.

It was perplexing to Mr. Sanchez that Rafael didn’t seem bothered by the change other than his comments earlier. No matter, Mr. Sanchez went on inspecting as the young male allowed him to. Rafael was sporting a full set of under arm hair and pubic hair as, but the rest of him was hairless. Mr. Sanchez turned Rafael around, inspecting his back. He placed a hand on his son’s spine; the deltoids had thickened greatly to support the new body. He dragged his fingers down to Rafael waist. A sexual current ran from the tips of Mr. Sanchez s fingers into his cock. Every contact he had with the young man was turning him on.

Javier wanted to pull his hand away. He wasn’t gay, nor did he want to be intimate with his son. However, there was no deny there was an ethereal charm to the other man’s beauty. He cupped his son’s ass feeling the firmness of the cheeks. Kneading them Mr. Sanchez smiled, pleased with how they moved. As he continued the ass began to fill his hands more. Mr. Sanchez realized it wasn’t just the ass, everywhere he had touched Rafael muscles had grown in response.

Unable to stop himself Mr. Sanchez slapped his son’s ass, watching it expand in return.

“Spank that ass, man.” Rafael didn’t care he had such muscular padding his dad’s spanking hardly felt like anything. Mr. Sanchez dropped to his knees and massaged each of Rafael thighs and leg. He felt like he was sculpting his son’s new body himself. Not only did the calves and thighs inflate, but hair started to grow. He touched his son’s two feet and watched as they grew under his palms.

Mr. Sanchez was on cloud nine, this must have been what being god was like.  Having the power to sculpt beautiful people and give them great fortune Rafael was going to be better than that he was going to be the cream of the crop.  He stood back up; his son had gotten taller. Turning his son around, Mr. Sanchez got a good look at Rafael improved body. The young man was no longer hairless. Hair adorned both arms and he had a small hair patch on his chest flowing into a treasure trail. His face had begun to grow preach fuzz and stubble.

“Shit!” Mr. Sanchez cursed, he realized he shouldn’t have touched his boy’s face. He wasn’t ready for him to begin shaving. Though it he didn’t have a choice. His son’s eyes were glazed over. how had he not noticed that before!  He grabbed Rafael’s shoulders, and they ballooned out. “Son, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Dad...dy.” Rafael’s eyes squinted, as if he was fighting for what to say. His brain couldn’t decide if he was 11, or a 20 something year old hunk. Regardless, he stood proud and tall like a mannequin waiting to be posed. Javier got the pull to touch him all over again, but there was one pressing need that required his attention. He had left Rafael’s cock untouched.

Reaching down he jostled the package in his hands, watching it get heavier with every bounce. Rafael spread his legs letting his balls hang like ripe fruit. They got rounder increasing their sperm production to a level fit for a man.

This was when Mr. Sanchez took notice of the shrinking, coming from his own cock. He hastily shoved his pants to the ground. His fat cock was pulling in on itself. His son’s cock on the other hand continued to pulse and grow. Javier, hands shaking, reached to his son’s chest and watched them inflate, while his chest shrunk. The pecs that filled his son weren’t the same. Javier had always been gifted with square solid slabs of meat. Rafael was growing pecs no less powerful but with more buoyancy a nip sucking appeal. People would think those knockers were full of milk. Mr. Sanchez’s cock begged for release, precums was oozing from tip and dripping out his boxers.

Mr. Sanchez ran into the bathroom to look at himself. A younger face waited to greet him. Ripping his shirt, he saw his deflated chest. He had realized way too late; he wasn’t sculpting Rafael. He was feeding him. The 10 years he had magically lost didn’t vanish. It flew into his son. That’s how he became a 21-year-old model. His muscles, his age, his puberty, all of it was flowing into his son when they touched. Javier had regressed into 20’s now and he was sure his son and him were closer in age. His dripping cock ached for release.

The pull in his chest demanded that he go to his son. Javier caught his reflection in the mirror. His own eyes had the same misty haze that his son’s eyes did. He couldn’t believe it Javier thought he had been in control, but he was under the same spell. The moment he became aware of it; his body moved on its own back to his son. Rafael needed to grow more. He needed his dad.

Rafael spread his arms out as did Javier and the 2 men embraced each other. Strength and power drained from Javier as Rafael grew, but it wasn’t enough. He needed a grand finale. Javier’s cock pulsed as the two men grinded into each other. Javier came shooting off multiple shots in between his own body and his son’s. The sheer force caused it to land in Rafael’s hand and face. And still Javier kept coming, he was releasing more than his semen, he was losing his maturity, his body, everything he’d earned through the years.

The cum clung to his son’s body, absorbing as Rafael grew as his muscles tensed, surging with power. Javier’s potent, unfiltered virility sunk into his son’s pores.  His masculine essence coursing through Rafael’s veins. Javier fell to the floor with a THUD as Rafael’s body released him. The once proud father was reduced to a gangly 18-year-old. His dress shirt with missing buttons came together reforming into a white t-shirt before he even hit the ground.

The sound of Rafael’s neck thickening filled the room, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Thicker hair began to spread out from the pecs, becoming denser. His abs enlarged, becoming bulkier. Hands and feet became meaty paws as Rafael started to awaken. He shook his head and dragged his hand across his face smearing the remaining cum. In its place rose a moustache and beard.

He scratched his chest looking down at his father, “What are you doing lying on the floor there, son?” He bent over on his knees stretching out his hand, breeze rolled between his knees. “Why am I naked?” He covered himself, but even his huge hands couldn’t hide the monster cock. Rafael started digging into Javier’s suitcase, pulling out clothes. He hastily put the clothes on to cover up his nudity.

 

“Uh, Dad?” the words flew out of Javier’s mouth he meant to call his son’s name. Rafael’s head turned around, buttoning a baggy graph check dress shirt. The way it hung of his body made it the shirt was not meant for him. That’s because Javier’s Sanchez’s shirts were often filled with his pot belly’s mass.  Next, the man put on one of Mr. Sanchez’s suits. IT was quite old and had seen better days. The dark ugly suit didn’t belong anywhere near a man as handsome as Rafael.

The newly made 18-year-old clamped his hands over his mouth. His thoughts were clouded. Rafael was his dad; he was the son. He hadn’t inherited his dad’s good looks. With a fierce shake of his head, Javier tried to get the false memories out of his head. He was the dad! Something was happening to him and his boy, but what was it?

Rafael came over offering his hand again which Javier accepted without thinking. On contact, Javier’s height started to shrink as Rafael’s muscles expanded under the suit and his height rose up. His palm grew to encompass all of Javier’s hand as he pulled the 15-year-old kid off the ground.

The brown suit began to lose its ugly dirt coloring, revealing a beautiful gray.  Fabric on the coat and pants began to grow tight against the muscle inhabiting it. No longer did the suit hang loosely; it was a modern fit two pieces. The blue lines on the shirt grew, overtook the white, and darkened, leaving a royal blue shirt.

Dumbfounded Javier’s mouth hung open. There was more than just age being exchanged here, but damn did his dad look good! Like a businessman! He shook his head. Whatever was happening, he could not let his will be broken.

“Like the suit, son?” Rafael rubbed his dad’s head. More of Javier’s height was surrendered. The de-aging father fought to get his son’s hand off of him. However, the older male only thought the boy was playing. Javier’s body got younger; 3 more years gone. His knowledge of his job and what he did started to fly away. And still Rafael kept converting all of that into muscle and height for his new body.

By the time got Rafael’s hand off he couldn’t remember, why he was trying to do it. Other than he got so embarrassed when his dad did that. Rafael chuckled walking over to the side table, where the Pamphlet’s lay. He sat down in the chair that had been pulled out by Javier. Picking up a blue brochure he patted his lap.

“Come sit here.” Rafael beckoned the preteen over. Javier rolled his eyes but listened anyway. He wished his dad didn’t treat him like a little kid. It was easy to sit on his dad’s lap because they were massive. Flipping the brochure to the back, Rafael handed it to Javier, pointing the first passage, “Read that.”

Javier began reading aloud, “The B2M hotel founded by Mr. Broden and Mr. & Mrs. Montez. would like to welcome you and your family.” Javier stopped at the name Montez and looked at his dad.

“Pretty cool you can read your dad’s name as the owner of a hotel. Well partial owner.” He bent forward whispering in his son’s ear, “but let’s not include Mr. Broden and your mom.” He winked.

“But our last name is…,” Javier stopped abruptly, the memory he was trying to recall had vanished. He was a Montez. Always had been.

Javier felt his dad’s massive paw on his forehead. “You feeling okay son? Hope, you’re not coming down with anything.” Rafael turned his palm around. This time no one noticed as Rafael grew one final time.

“You feel fine.” He ran his hands through his hair as gray streaks appeared on the sides. Rafael took his son off his leg. The 8-year-old was so small he could fit on one of his dad’s thighs. The man stood-up stretching looking around the room.

Javier looked at his father. He was a 6’7 behemoth. The young boy hoped that he’d grow up to be like him some day. Though he still had time. Most people told him He’d end up the same height as his dad or even one of his older brothers.

“Where are we? Why did they give us such a cheap room?” He looked at his son and smiled, “You’re right! We don’t have to stand for this.”

—

“What were you thinking!” Mr. Montez spoke to the manager Milton. The manager had a wide-eyed expression the whole time he was being yelled at.

“I’m so sorry sir, here is a key card to the one of the President suites,” Mr. Milton handed over the card as Mr. Montez proudly took it.

“That’s how you take charge.” He whispered to his son before walking over to the elevators.

Mr. Milton turned over to, the desk assistant Harold, “You could have warned me Mr. Montez was here. Why did you give him a standard room for a family of three?

Harold shook his head, “I swear didn’t even notice him, he must have signed in as someone else.” He checked the computer, trying to call up mental images of the guests that checked in.

“Oh really, do you remember another 6’7 guy walking in here?” Mr. Milton shook his head. His stare bore into the desk assistant.

“I’ve never met him before. How was I supposed to know?” Harold was furiously typing at the keyboard, still not getting any results.

“That’s…” Mr. Milton opened his mouth, but hushed up, “Fair. To be honest. I’ve never met him before either. I hear he’s got 5 kids. All boys.” Exhausted, Milton leaned back onto the desk. “Little Javi over there is the youngest.”

“Five! Jesus He must have been pumping them out,” Harold exclaimed. “How do people even afford that many? “

Milton nodded. “Must be nice to be in charge.” Harold raised his eyebrow, giving him a ‘you can’t be serious Mr. Manager’ look.