The Stranger in My House (Curse of The Were-man Sequel)

Originally posted on Tumblr: Oct. 10 2021 

Original A/N: Happy spooky season! It’s finally arrived, the long-awaited sequel that I’ve delayed putting out. But hey, what better time than October to put out a story with a title like this?

“And there she goes!” Mr. Alonzo waved goodbye to his wife, as did his son, Matty, in the train station. Mateo was a quiet but well-behaved child hardly ever making a fuss, but he was sad like any other child would be to see his mom go. She’d be gone for 6 months or a year maybe. But it couldn’t be helped, she had the opportunity to study in Germany. This was an event she had been waiting her whole life for. There was no way Mr. Alonzo could tell her no. She’d take the train to the airport and meet up with the rest of the research team there.

 As Mr. Alonzo prepared to walk off with his son a man came rushing by, pushing people out of the way. Unfortunately, he tripped over Mateo because he hadn’t spotted the little one. The two went to the floor and Mr. Alonzo rushed to his son’s side. Mateo had been carrying a sack pack that spilled the snacks and a few papers his dad had stuffed in there. The rushing man had spilled some stuff too out of a book bag.

 “What the hell, man!” Mr. Alonzo considered cussing the guy out in Spanish but decided against it. His attention was on a small scrape his son got on the knee. The protective father turned to the strange man. The dude was disheveled, shirt not tucked in, wrinkled suit. A complete mess. Mr. Alonzo got a good look at the man’s face. The guy was beautiful. His blond hair perfectly styled as if he’d walked out of a 1950’s movie. Mr. Alonzo didn’t even have time to say anything.

The man spotted the scrape Matty had he apologized profusely but then began gathering his things lying on the pavement. He stuffed them into his backpack and bolted off, not waiting to make sure he took everything.

On the ride home, Mr. Alonzo tried making conversation with his son. “Man, that was quite a hectic day, right?” His eyes flew up to the rearview mirror. Matty was knocked out. The kid slept the whole way back. Mr. Alonzo even carried his son out of the car, taking him in the house to bed.

The rest of the evening was uneventful; Mr. Alonzo watched some soccer games in the living room until he was ready to retire to his own bed. Slinking upstairs, he decided to check in on his son. As he made his way to his son’s bedroom, he heard heavy breathing. He prayed his son wasn’t coming down with anything. Peeking in the door, he caught sight of his son laying in bed. The moonlight came into the room illuminating his son’s features. All looked well.

As he prepared to leave, Matty grunted. Mr. Alonzo spun on a dime. The sounds of ripping and tearing grew loud.  Mr. Alonzo rushed into the room only to freeze. He watched as Matty’s body stretched bigger. Not only that, the boyishness of Matty’s face melted away like butter.  Matty began to groan, snapping his father out of shock. Mr. Alonzo rushed to his son’s side and tried to wake him. He feared Matty was locked in a nightmare.  However, nothing he did aroused the boy from slumber.

The father watched helplessly as his son continued to get older, soaring past puberty growing as tall as a skyscraper. Matty’s limbs were well off the bed by this point. If that wasn’t bad enough Matty’s body began to inflate with muscle. The clothes he had been wearing at the train station ripped as his pecs pressed out, becoming large and square. Pretty soon those prominent pounds of flesh hung well defined from Matty’s chest. The rest of the muscle groups followed suit, becoming well sculpted; Arms bulging, thighs swelling rapidly. Facial hair grew, forming into a well-connected black beard and moustache combo. 

At the end of all the grunting and groaning, Mr. Alonzo’s son was gone and there was a man sleeping in his bed. The man’s eyes snapped open. He sat up in bed scratching his stomach, seemingly oblivious he was in the nude. Thank god he had a sheet covering his lower half. The strange man who had replaced Matty quickly locked eyes on Mr. Alonso. A smile grew on the man’s lips he stood up and tried to walk over but stumbled over his long limbs.

Mr. Alonso was swift, acting to catch the man as they collided chest to chest. The man however was pure muscle and heavy as a ton of bricks, causing Mr. Alonzo to fall onto his back.

“Daddy… I feel weird.”  A deep rich baritone came out of the man’s mouth. Mr. Alonzo felt a shiver run down his spine. Though everything about this man was different, Mr. Alonzo had seen the transformation himself, and there was no way he could forget his son’s eyes. The facts of what just happened were finally starting to cement themselves. His boy had turned into a man.

“My hand is huge?” Matty studied his palms and fingers while laying on top of his father. The crushing weight of Matty’s new body was annoying, but Mr. Alonzo was just as mesmerized by his son’s body. Matty’s attention move to the rest of his body, his longer, thicker legs, his huge feet, his cut abs and so much more he couldn’t appreciate.

“Daddy, is this that growth spurt thing you told me about?”

“Son, I’ve never heard of a growth spurt like this.” Mr. Alonzo eventually got his son to get off him. He caught his breath trying to think. Holy hell did he want to freak out, but that wouldn’t solve anything. It certainly wouldn’t help his son. He suddenly became aware that his son was sitting in the nude, legs criss-crossed. They had to get some clothes. No way anything in Matty’s room would fit the man now. Mr. Alonzo decided to lend his clothes at least until he figured out what was going on.

Mr. Alonzo stood up and Matty did the same. Matty let out a giggle as he stood beside his father. “I can see your head.” The two men were finally realizing just how tall Matty had grown. Mr. Alonzo was only 5’9 but Matty was pressing 6’ 2. Grabbing his son’s hand, Mr. Alonzo walked Matty to the master bedroom.

Once there, Mr. Alonzo pulled out some unopened T-shirt and underwear and asked Matty to put it on. Of course, Matty did as instructed.

“It hurts.”  Matty grunted. Mr. Alonzo stared, mouth open. Matty filled out all of his father’s night clothes perfectly. In fact, the clothes were a little too small. Matty’s torso was very visible under the white- t-shirt and his biceps flexed from under the sleeve every time he moved. The lower half was even worse; each pants’ leg of the black boxer briefs was filled with thick thigh muscle. His ass being so large and toned caused the fabric to look even more comically small. Worst of all however, was obvious for the pouch in the front of the underwear Matty was well-endowed in a way his father was not. 

Before Mr. Alonso could linger on that though too long there was a knock at the door. Mr. Alonzo instructed Matty to “be a good boy and stay upstairs” Matty agreed, pulling on the collar of his dad’s small T-shirt.

Walking cautiously down the steps, Mr. Alonzo wondered who it was. It was already so late.  Hopefully not a burglar on a night like tonight.  Looking through the peephole, Mr. Alonzo spotted the same man he had seen at the train station. The man looked in much better shape than he had from that morning. Opening the door a crack, he asked. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I came to return this,” The man fished out an ID card, waving it around. Mr. Alonzo saw his face on it.  The man continued, “I believe you have mine as well. I think we switched them this morning.”

“We?”

“The man winced, “I’m sorry in my haste I mixed up our stuff and just grabbed at anything. And I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but I couldn’t decide whether to come or not.” There was a pause, the man seemed to be thinking about something, “But I really need my ID.” Mr. Alonzo didn’t think that was what the man wanted to say but didn’t press it.

After welcoming him into the house, Mr. Alonso asked him to wait while he searched for the card. Diving into Matty’s book bag he checked around.  “So, what do I call you, or do I have to find your card first to learn your name?”

Mr. Alonzo had to catch himself. His thoughts were spinning. Was he trying to flirt with this strange man? He was married though, and he loved his wife. Why did he even let the guy into his house? Yet for some reason, Mr. Alonzo felt like he could trust this man. It was as if Mr. Alonzo knew that everyone who looked at this man desired him.

“Call me Robert.” The man sighed then added, “I guess”. He sat on the spine of the couch in the living room, and Mr. Alonzo could see the indentation it was making on the man’s tight butt.

Finally, Pulling out a card. Mr. Alonzo stared at it, then over to the man in his house. “Hey so I do have an ID card here that’s not mine or my son’s.” Mr. Alonzo slowly walked over to Robert.

“Oh, thank goodness you found it!” Robert shot up, putting his hand out for it. However, Mr. Alonzo did not hand over the card, instead he stared at it longer. They were just a few feet from each other, but neither was willing to move.

“Here’s the thing, I can’t give you this card because it belongs to a high school senior named Bobby Mulligan.” Mr. Alonzo flipped over the card and on the ID was not the handsome face of the man before him, but one of a teenager.”

Scratching the side of his head Robert looked down. “Yep, that’s me.”

“What the hell do you mean that’s you?”

“Daddy, is this your friend?” Both males looked up to see Matty standing on the stairs looking at the man.

“Daddy?” Robert looked between the two men.  “Wait, don’t tell me.” He got up walking over to the banister.

“Matty, I thought I told you to stay upstairs.” Mr. Alonzo said.

“Is this your son from this morning?” Robert pointed to the man above him.

“He is.”

“I am so sorry.” Robert placed a hand over his mouth. Eyes never once leaving Matty’s new form.

“For what?” Mr. Alonzo said, getting angry. “What did you do to my son?”

“I’ll tell you everything.” Robert said.

Soon Mr. Alonzo was sitting in the kitchen listening to Robert explain himself. They had left Matty in the living room watching TV. Mr. Alonzo had made tea because he was going to need something to   drink while he listened to Robert’s tale.

“I’m a were-man,” Robert stated, “And before you ask. Yes, like a werewolf, but instead of turning into an uncontrollable beast, Il turn into a sexy man.” He held up his hand before Mr. Alonzo could protest. “I know it sounds ridiculous but look at your son.”

“So, my son is going to turn into a man, every full moon?”

Robert looked over into the living room “It’s not that simple. Were-men turn into men every night and every day the kid they are, grows closer to that man’s age. Until they won’t be distinguishable.  Your son will start transforming even during the day.  The man in there will take over your son’s life. You probably won’t even remember you had a son. Then again I remember Anthony….” His voice trailed off.

“That man is my son?”

“Yeah, but not for long. DNA wise I don’t know, but I’m talking about up here. “ Robert tapped his skull. “He’s only like your son because he has all your son’s memories, but soon he’ll start getting smarter and acting more mature. That’s because he’s growing himself.” 

“That doesn’t even begin to make sense.” Mr. Alonzo took a sip of his tea. “It’s not like you bit my son or anything.”

“About that, the curse of a Were-man is a bit different. All one has to do is make another person hurt. Even if it’s as small as a paper cut. At least that’s what I’m guessing. I couldn’t exactly look this up on the internet, you know.”

Mr. Alonzo held up his hand, “Wait, so this morning when you pushed my son and he scraped his knee, he was already infected?”

Robert hung his head down, “Yeah. I didn’t want it to be true. I went back and forth on coming over here tonight to bring your ID card, but I had to be sure. And now that I am …Fuck!” Robert rubbed his head unsure of what to do next.

“Hold the phone. How do you know all this? Based on your own description you should have forgotten.”

“It’s a curse. I only forget when the curse is in effect.”

“But you’re a man right now.”  Mr. Alonzo stated. Was there something he was missing?

Robert twiddled his fingers, “Well I haven’t had the curse that long. Also, I don’t know if it varies from person to person. Also remember, how I said the person grows closer to age. The ‘me’ on that ID, that’s what I looked like a few weeks ago, I was 18 and now I’m what? But if you saw the “normal” me you’d think I’m Twenty-five. And no one realizes what’s happening.  My best friend transformed into a man, and I was so stressed about it I didn’t notice my own body changing.”

“If this is a curse there must be some way to break it!”

“Nope, this curse starts on the victim and works its way out. The person changes and then the world around them changes to match with it. I’m sure I’ll forget soon enough.” 

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Look, I know how it sounds, but I had to watch this curse take my best friend Anthony. Now he goes by Mr. Tony, does wood carvings. My best friend didn’t know anything about wood! But as the curse took him. Everyday he’d be doing woodshop and everyone in school even his parents acted like it was normal.”

Mr. Alonzo shook his head, “I don’t accept this. How did you get cursed?”

“My friend. We were wrestling and I got hurt. That’s when he told me that he had been turning into an adult every night for the past week. Then, I noticed he started acting differently and things changed. Like he’d forget he was in high school. I never even told him this, but once he reached into his pocket and pulled out a fancy wallet. Then he started turning into a man during the day.” Robert looked up at the ceiling reminiscing. “I’ll never forget we were eating with his parents, and he just started to grow, he got bigger and bigger and his parents were oblivious. Next thing I know three adults are asking me about school.”

Robert continued on with his story until it reached the inevitable conclusion. That’s when Robert shared, he was headed to camp for the summer when his transformation hit at the train station. He ran away and when he bumped into the father and son Mr. Alonzo didn’t like one bit of the curse. He felt for everyone who had been affected by it. In Robert’s words they became gorgeous men who could charm anyone but forgotten by their own parents and friends. Mr. Alonzo didn’t know what he’d do if he forgot his own son, but here he was being told his son practically only had a few months to live. There’s no way he’d let that happen.

Soon it was time for Robert to go, the two men shook hands and Robert aid goodbye to Matty apologizing for what he had done. Before departing, Mr. Alonzo handed Robert back his high school ID, noticing the boy in the picture had been replaced by the man standing in front of him. Robert passed along his phone number, walking into the night.

Finally, that left Mr. Alonzo alone with his son. Matty jumped on him and the father had to struggle to support his son’s muscle weight.  The two slept in the living room that night. Matty was excited to be ‘camping’ in the living room with his dad. The truth was Matty was too tall for his bed and Mr. Alonzo was afraid to leave him alone.

The next morning would see things return to normal as Matty was a boy once again. Though the peace would not last as every night as Robert detailed Matty would shift back into a man.  At first it was adorable watching such a tall and built figure get happy over childish things: Being taller than his father, taking things off the top refrigerator and reaching into the tall cabinets.

The first thing Mr. Alonso had to shave that beard on his son. He couldn’t stand his sweet little boy’s face hidden behind that hair. No matter what Robert had said, Mr. Alonzo refused to believe it. Mr. Alonzo guided Matty to the bathroom.

“Now pay attention because someday you may have to do this for yourself,” Mr. Alonzo took a few trimmers he had and began diminishing the beard.

“That tickles.” Matty giggled in his deep voice.

Mr. Alonzo was successful in getting all the facial hair off, hoping it wouldn’t grow back the next night. He was sure Matty hadn’t paid attention at all. Once done Matty ran downstairs and hopped on the couch. Flicking on the TV he was ready to watch a cartoon. His father had hoped to get him in some pajamas but there wasn’t a good option. Mr. Alonzo’s clothes were a bit tight on Matty’s adult body and it’d be too big in the morning. So, he allowed Matty to go around the house in his underwear.

A week into the nonstop nightly transformation, Mr. Alonzo got an idea. He’d just take his son to the Hospital. Robert hadn’t mentioned anything about going to see a professional. The father had discovered the answer. Putting Matty in the back seat he rode off.  As they made their way Mr. Alonso heard Matty grunting and turning in the back seat. The father pulled over. He had expected this. He threw a pair of gym shorts and tennis shoes in the back seat.

“Put those on Matty.” He asked but then realized he had to go and help his son put everything in right. For a slight moment he thought of his son capable enough to do it. Opening the back door Mr. Alonso got in and helped Matty get dressed. When finished Mr. Alonzo gave Matty a quick overview. He looked like a hot guy that came from a jog. Though now the father was wondering if this actually was a good idea.

No, he knew it was stupid. The only thing that would happen is that he’d be taken to a mental hospital if wrong. If right, Matty could be turned into a government experiment. Mr. Alonzo shook his head. None of that was going to happen. He headed back home.

Thankfully, Matty never asked him what exactly the plan had been.

The next day, Mr. Alonzo called Robert and asked to meet with him. The father drove to the other side of town with Matty to have lunch with Robert. Mr. Alonzo kept stealing glances in the rearview mirror. He had been in a rush that morning, but now that he had the time, he was watching his son.

Matty was taller than before, his little legs looked like bean poles. Actually, with the second review Mr. Alonzo noticed that Matty’s clothes weren’t fitting properly either. He made a mental note to buy some new ones later.

When they arrived at the place Robert suggested. Mr. Alonzo was underwhelmed to find it was a hardware store. He thought it’d be a restaurant. As he and his son began to walk up, they heard a “Psst!”. Looking over, Mr. Alonzo spotted Robert from inside a Mercedes, window pulled down, and waving him over.

“Robert, what are you doing?” Mr. Alonzo took hold of Matty’s hand and walked over. The young man was looking older. There was a layer of stubble on Robert’s face, and he was wearing a sloppily worn suit, but still he looked handsome.

“Sorry Mr. Alonzo, I wanted to see my friend. He owns that store.” Robert’s eyes shifted over to Matty and widened. “Woah Matty, You’re a lot bigger than before.”

Mr. Alonzo glanced over at his son, that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Matty only looked a little bit bigger. Unless Mr. Alonzo was wrong about that? Regardless, the father hopped in the passenger seat while his son got in the back.

“You have to tell me more about this curse.” Mr. Alonzo pleaded, “There has to be something I’m not thinking of…did you always have a car? Must have missed it last time.” 

Robert rolled his eyes, “Is that why you called me? I thought you had finally accepted this. After all, I don’t know anything more about the curse other than what I told you.  Also, this car just kind of popped up. No way my parents could afford this.”

There was a knock-on Robert’s car window. A buff Asian guy was bent over on the driver’s side. Robert rolled down the window, “Mr. Tony what’s up?”

“Nothing, I thought maybe you had wanted to grab lunch or something together? I saw your car out here, but it seems you’re busy.” Mr. Tony said

“No, this is just my friend, Mr. Alonzo. His son’s in the back there.”

 “Hi!!” Matty shouted.

Mr. Tony waved, “Hey little man.” The large man turned his attention back to Robert. “Well, call me if you want me to pick something up.”

They all watched as Mr. Tony walked away. “Wow,” Mr. Alonso stated “That man was almost as beautiful as you…wait he’s also—

Robert nodded his head watching as the man left. Mr. Alonzo sighed getting out of the car. “ I’m not done with my questions but it’s obvious your attention isn’t on helping my son or me. So, go after that man and tell him whatever you need to.” Mr. Alonzo opened the back door for his son and the father and son duo walked away leaving Robert alone.

A few days later, Matty’s regular body morphed into one of a proper preteenager. He threw a fit When Mr. Alonzo had to tell him to run his own baths, or to take a shower. The father showed his son how to fill up the tub and add bubbles to it the way the kid liked. Matty got over his anger and picked up on the lesson quickly. He was picking up on a lot of things quickly. Mr. Alonso made a mental note of that.

A few mins later, Mr. Alonso heard grunting and groaning from the bath. Then he heard something loud. Worried that his son had fallen or tripped, Mr. Alonzo rushed to the bathroom, water had poured out of the tub as he came in. Laying in the back of the tub with one muscular leg sticking out was Mateo. There were a few of Matty’s toys floating around, While Mateo inspected his surroundings.

He spotted his father standing dumb struck. Unfazed Mateo studied how the water matted all his body hair down.

Mr. Alonzo couldn’t believe just how big Mateo was. He always knew it, but the tub made it more apparent. Mateo’s body dwarfed it making it look several times smaller. Mateo’s sheer presence demanded a lot of space.

—

Three weeks later.

The two had a nice day at the park planned out, a small hike, maybe play baseball, and a prepared lunch Mr. Alonzo had just packed away their sandwiches, when Matty came bounding downstairs. The kid looked more like a teenager every day. He was wearing some new clothes his father had picked out. The adult inside Matty kept becoming more independent as time went on, but Matty was even changing mentally. He seemed smarter, more aware of the world even when he wasn’t in his adult body. Robert hadn’t said anything about that.

When the two met up at the door, Mr. Alonzo rubbed his son’s head. Matty smiled but suddenly hunched over and grunted. The growth was hitting him in the middle of the day! Mr. Alonzo couldn’t believe it, but he knew what happened when his son groaned. Immediately Matty’s muscles began to inflate as his body grew in height. Mr. Alonzo waited for the new clothes he bought his son to start ripping, but that never came. Instead, the clothes grew in size keeping in shape with Mateo’s body

Mateo rose from the floor panting, wearing Matty’s clothes which hadn’t grown, looking tight across his body. In fact, the shorts Matty were wearing looked lewd on Mateo, as they were super tight and filled with an obvious package.

“Well, shit. Sorry dad!” Mateo rubbed the back of his head.

“Matty what the hell!” Mr. Alonzo yelled like Mateo wasn’t a different person entirely. Though they shared a body in Mr. Alonzo’s eyes there was his son, Matty, and the man his son became Mateo.

“It just happened, Manuel, Relajate .” The man said, running his hands over his chest. He loved feeling his body and his huge muscles. Being a man was his true self, not that little boy.

Mr. Alonzo hated how forward Matty had gotten, Using his first name so casually. There wasn’t much the father could do. Matty would go back to being well behaved when his adult self was gone.

“Hey now, we can still go out! You can toss around the ball with me.”  

“Matty, it’s not the same.”

The adult man sitting on the couch raised a finger, “About that, could you stop calling me Matty when I’m grown? I’d prefer Mateo, you know my birth name.” Mateo chuckled, nudging his dad in the side like he’d told a good joke.

“You’re my son, I’ll call you whatever I please.” Mr. Alonzo said through gritted teeth.

Mateo held up his hand, “Fine, Fine.” He reached down grabbing the things Matty already had prepared for the day. Then he shook his head “Yeah, I get that, but I’m not really feeling like your son ya know?”

However, it seemed their trip for today was cancelled. Mr. Alonzo went upstairs. He’d need to start rethinking their plans if Mateo was going to appear more often.

The morning after, Mr. Alonzo was happy to see his son again and gave Matty a huge hug. Matty didn’t protest and nuzzled into his father.  Reunited again. However, the peace even among them didn’t last long.

As Mateo’s form would assert its dominance over Matty’s, overtaking the boy more frequently. It left its marks. Matty’s chest inflated, his back broadened, while his biceps, triceps, calves, and thighs became sculpted. His face also lost some of his fat, sharpening. Every day the changes in Matty’s shift into a man became less drastic, if only because the body had less years to age up the boy.

At night Mr. Alonzo could hear Mateo tromping along the hall, with his huge feet in order to take a shower. The water began running and Mr. Alonzo could picture that foreign man stepping into the shower. He clutched his pillows trying not to yell out in anger nor be terrified at the reality of what was happening.

In the days that followed Matty’s personality began to shift to match. He walked around shirtless in shorts or sweats. His walk had gained a certain confidence and the cadence in his voice lost anything that hinted towards innocence. Matty was acting more like the jock his body looked like.

He was cocky and started to get rebellious. Asking him to put on the shirt often led into discussions why he didn’t want to. These arguments were so different from the tantrums Mr. Alonzo was experienced with. In a strange turn of events, Matty turning into Mateo always forced the actual young man to be more mature.

Early one morning, Mr. Alonzo entered his son’s room with a clean load of laundry. He was only going to set the basket down and let Matty put the clothes away later. Unfortunately, Mr. Alonzo walked in on his son, cock in hand, working on his fat member. Alonzo was dumbfounded.

Matty happened to open his eyes. “Shit, Dad!” He quickly threw a sheet over himself. “Sorry dad I—

“No don’t be, it’s obvious you’d be curious about your body… I should have considered this as a possibility.” Mr. Alonso was trying to handle this as rationally as possible. “Why were you … rather, how did you learn about masturbating?”

 “Well, I’m 19, Dad a lot of guys my age do it, Right?” A strange sentence to hear Matty was both stating a fact and asking for permission.

“Yeah sure, just don’t do it in front of me.” Mr. Alonzo ran out. Things were accelerating. Robert hadn’t mentioned anything like this. Perhaps it was because Robert was already older? Or Maybe this curse was affecting his son differently?

Around 4pm Mr. Alonzo was sitting on the couch with his son watching TV. Once again, Matty was only wearing a pair of gray sweats. He began to grunt and groan as his body began to expand. His bones snapped and popped into new places as muscle adored him. Mr. Alonzo waited for clothes to stretch with them as they had been doing for weeks. But today the sweats morphed into a different fabric entirely becoming looser. A dark cotton burst from the inside of the pants wrapping up Matty’s feet until he had a pair of dark dress socks on. Finally, two well-polished black shoes. When Mr. Alonzo allowed his eyes to flow back up, a black belt had wrapped itself around Mateo’s waist. Mateo looked over as if nothing was wrong. 

Mr. Alonzo retreated upstairs calmly, or at least pretending to be. He tried calling Robert. Reality was starting to change for his son. What was the father supposed to do if it got worse? Robert didn’t answer. Mr. Alonzo sat on the edge of his bed watching the clock tick by. If things were normal his son would have come looking for him by now. He got up half an hour later, returning downstairs.

He found Mateo sitting at the dining table sipping beer while reading the newspaper.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Alonzo snatched the can from Mateo. You can’t have beer, you’re a kid!”

A shocked face turned into a cocky smile. Mateo said, “Dude, I haven’t been a kid in years. Nice joke though.”

Mr. Alonzo’s blood ran cold. He pressed a hand to Mateo’s face. “Mateo it’s me, dad.”

 

Mateo had a weird expression on his face until his eyebrows lifted with recognition. “Dad! I’m so sorry I was looking for jobs.” He slapped the newspaper, “and I guess I forgot some stuff.”

That was it. Mr. Alonzo realized he couldn’t keep doing this. He pulled out a chair.

“Son, there’s something I have to tell you about what’s happening.” Mr. Alonzo told Mateo the end and outs as far as he knew of what was happening. Mateo’s face only got more worried as he listened.

“So what?  I’m taking over my own life?” Mateo stated.

“Yes. as far as I understand the adult you will be all that’s left. I thought about calling your mother but that would be too cruel.”

Mateo put his hand over his mouth.  The handsome man’s eyes began to well up, “but Manuel…dad…daddy, I’m still your son.” The man’s husky voice saying the word daddy didn’t sound right, as if he had forced himself to say it. Then he hugged his dad. Mateo could tell he was on the cusp of greatness. He’d be a force to reckon with all he had to do was separate himself from his dad. Mateo and Manuel Alonzo were just two different types of men.

A few more weeks like that and the physical distinctions between Matty and Mateo were becoming less and less. Mateo started dressing in suits and started going out at night. When Mr. Alonzo questioned the man, Mateo admitted he’d got a late-night office job.

“What?! How?” Mr. Alonzo stated.

Mateo was sitting at the dining table beer in hand, dress shirt sleeves rolled back over his huge arm to his elbows.  His thick ass was more than on display in the gray dress pants he had chosen. He took a sip of his late night-coffee. 

“I used the computer and applied.” He said plainly.

“That’s not what I meant. I was talking about how you applied when…you know what, never mind.” Mr. Alonzo pulled out a chair sitting down across from Mateo. “Anyways, Matty and I are playing baseball tomorrow, so if you could just not show up that would be great.”

“Who’s Matty?” Mateo asked. He was becoming more forgetful of his other self as time went on and it was pissing Mr. Alonzo off to no end.

“My son!”

“Nice try Manuel, but I know you and Rosa don’t have a kid,” Mateo stated. “I’ve been your roommate for how long? Don’t even joke.”

Mr. Alonzo grabbed Mateo’s head lovingly, “You’re my son.”

Mateo made no move to dislodge himself, instead he stared into Mr. Alonzo’s eyes. “I think I should go to bed; work was tiring.” The man got up as Mr. Alonzo followed. He made his way to his bedroom, though as he stepped into it the room began to change. Toys disappeared and transformed into office supplies as a work desk came into existence. Mr. Alonzo stood at the doorway stunned as the room morphed around Mateo’s presence. The bed stretched out going from a twin to a queen’s size in minutes as Mateo undressed.

Mateo collapsed onto the covers, exhausted. Other than kicking off his shoes he made no effort to undress. Manuel felt a need, a compulsion, to go help him. Manuel pulled off his socks, then pants. Revealing Mateo’s sculpted ass and package tantalizingly protected in black boxer-briefs. Taking off the dress shirt was easy. Manuel had done it for his son many times. Only difference was the larger size. Undoing the button’s released Mateo’s strapping chest back into the world. Manuel sighed, pulling at the blankets and covers, throwing them over Mateo.

The grown man looked so peaceful and almost like the boy he used to be when he was sleeping. Leaning forward Manuel kissed Mateo’s head.

“Good night, Matty.”

Manuel got up, turned off the lights. As he was leaving, he heard the sleeping man mumble, “Good night daddy.”

—

On a bright Saturday morning Mr. Alonzo walked into the workshop, with his son trailing behind him. Matty had long left behind the teenage years and even the early stages of young adulthood. His outfit skewed a bit young due to his father not knowing how a fashionable 20-year-old something would dress. A hoodie and baseball cap only cemented that further. Though thankfully Matty still had traces of his youth. So, when Mr. Alonzo asked him to wait by the front of the store. Matty was a good boy and did as told.

Mr. Alonzo walked further into the store, until in the back he found two men. Two handsome men eye fucking each other. One was holding shop materials, while the other was laughing. Letting out a cough, Mr. Alonzo gained their attention.

“The store’s closed.” The buff Asian man with the tools said.

“I’m sorry the sign in the store said open, but don’t worry this won’t take long. I just need to talk to Robert.”

“You know this guy?” The store owner asked Robert. The blond man simply shrugged. Mr. Alonzo had to admit Robert looked well put together today. His hair was neatly combed, suit freshly pressed and there was no air of panic around him. A strange sight.

 “I’m Mr. Alonzo.” The father said, staring at the two men. Robert didn’t say anything. “You ran into my son the other day, knocking him over,” He said with a bit more force.

 “Okay, I’m going to get out of this.” The hot Asian kissed Robert and walked away. “Later hun.”

“Hey, I’m sorry about your kid. I do faintly remember that. I don’t know why I was in a rush, but any medical bills you need me to pay I will.” Robert rested a hand on Mr. Alonzo’s shoulder. A gold band adorned his ring finger.

“You’re married?”

“Yeah, you just met my husband…you know Mr. Tony, owner of the store.”

Mr. Alonzo’s heart dropped. Robert had been ignoring his calls recently. That’s why he had planned to ambush him at this store. But it seemed the Robert he knew was gone. All that stood before him was a man. A happily married man, who probably made six figures annually. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you, Robert.” Mr. Alonzo left the store with his son.

—

Mrs. Alonzo was happy to make it back home. Finally, it was the end of August and she was back home. She had left her husband for 2 months. No doubt Manuel had been missing her. Of course, they talked off and on while she was abroad but there was never enough time. Opening the door to the house she was greeted by the sight of her husband sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Upstairs she heard chatter as footsteps. Paced back and forth in the upper room. Mrs. Alonzo sighed Mateo was probably holding another one of his business meetings on the phone. That man just didn’t know how to stay still. Setting down her suitcase she walked over to her husband and planted a kiss on his head. Mr. Alonzo’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey honey,” Mr. Alonzo said sadly. “You never responded to any of my calls, or voicemails about Matty?”

“Matty?” Mrs. Alonzo blinked. She glanced upstairs. “I hope you’re not talking about Mateo. he hates nicknames.”

Mr. Alonzo sucked his teeth and waved a hand dismissing her worries.  “Who cares about that?  I’m more worried that you never responded to the voicemails I left you about our son.”

“Son?” Mrs. Alonzo held her stomach, “Dear, I’m not pregnant. I’m sorry if that’s what you thought. But if you’d like to…”

“No, no.” Mr. Alonzo sat up. “That’s not what I meant.” Mrs. Alonzo stared into her husband’s eyes. He looked like he wanted to say more, but all he said was, “Never mind I don’t think you’d believe me.”

 Before she could reply, she heard trudging coming down the steps. Walking down was Mateo in a gray suit, nicely dressed as always. The business clothes were tightly drawn over his body. Every muscle group on the verge of bursting through.

“Isabella!” Mateo walked over, placing a kiss on Mrs. Alonzo’s forehead. He had to squat to line up his lips. “Good thing you’re here. I wanted to tell you the good news. Business is booming and I think I’ll be moving out soon!”

“You’re leaving?!” Mr. Alonso stated.

 “Yeah it’s about time. I can’t thank you both enough for letting me crash here while I was down on my luck.” Mateo clapped Mr. Alonzo on the back. The smaller man got pushed forward. “You can’t leave!” Mr. Alonzo cried out.

 Mrs. Alonzo. Help her husband stand straight. “Hush sweetie, I know you’ll miss having Mateo so close by, but with the extra space we should think about,” she leaned in closer, “Having a kid.”

 Mr. Alonzo started to choke on his own spit.