T.M.A. Meeting

 Originally posted on Tumblr: October 24 2021

 

The night was cold. I pulled my coat tighter as the wind blew fiercely. The chill in the air was annoying. My chattering teeth only made me feel worse. The large building in front of me did nothing to break the gust. It was now or never. I marched into the basement. Metal fold up chairs were set up in a circle. Men were gathered standing around talking, eating donuts, and drinking coffee. There were smiles all around. What the hell were they all happy about? A table near the door had refreshments, food and a small stack of fliers.

“All right men, if we could all gather up!” A large burly man said coming into the basement. I noticed a much smaller man come in behind him and sit off to the side. The word attractive would be a crime to describe the first guy. Did they even allow people as hot as him to lead these types of meetings? Honestly, He should have been on the beaches of Ibiza doing photoshoots. It was painfully obvious that his muscles refused to fit in his dress shirt. The sleeves were taut around the biceps, and his chest had quite the boob window.

 He was the first to sit his perfect rump of an ass down onto a chair. The other men around started filing in, following his lead. I looked back to the guy sitting away from the group. He didn’t make any motions to move. Part of me considered joining him there. Maybe I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was. Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. I had to do this. I went and sat down in the circle.

 “First of all, I want to start off by welcoming everyone here, I see we have some new faces.” He briefly locked eyes with me, smiled and moved on. “My name is Mathias, or Mr. Ramos if you prefer.” As he talked, I got distracted watching his luscious lips move. What I would give to drown in his warm brown eyes. His black hair also appeared as if he had styled it back, giving him a suave look.

 While he was droning on with his introductory speech. I took a glance around the circle. Now that the men were all sitting facing each other I could get a proper look. They were all good looking – well that was to be expected. Though it looked like all our ages varied. Some looked to be in their late 20’s while the oldest was probably approaching 60. I thought all the men here would be roughly around my age. Maybe the problem is on a much wider scale than I believed.

 “One thing we like to do here is have the members give a brief description of their weeks.” Mathias’s deep brass voice shocked me out of my thoughts. “Jon, would you like to start?”

 “What, why me?” An older white guy spoke. He had a trucker hat and an unlit cigar in his mouth. There was no smoking allowed in these buildings. So, he probably had to go through every meeting feeling unsatisfied.  The ginormous stomach would probably be the first thing people noticed about him. Then the forest of blond hair covering his arms and poking from underneath is white tank top. I’m sure someone was dying to make the joke and ask if he was pregnant. I’m not kidding, if any of the men told me they had put twins inside him I’d have believed it. Excluding that, this Jon fellow seemed to have a typical ‘strong man’s’ body, so the gut appeared out of place. But maybe it was a testament to his love of food.

 “It’s because you’re always running, you’re yap,” A redhead in the group said and the others busted out laughing. This guy was a fucking lumberjack of a man. There’s no other way for me to describe it. His beard was auburn and magnificent, freshly groomed, He had a flannel shirt with a black and red squared pattern, dark blue jeans that gripped to his legs and dark hiking boots. All this man needed was an axe and chopped wood behind him. He had unbuttoned his shirt and let his pecs hang out.  The hair on them wasn’t a pelt, but by no means insignificant.

“Whatever, Felix!” Jon crossed his arms, pouting and slammed into the back of his chair. I honestly didn’t think he was going to talk, but then he snatched the cigar from his mouth. With a large huff he sat up in his seat. “My week was fine, no thanks to any of you just now! Drove out of state for work and then back.”

“Thank you, Jon, who’s next?” Mathias’ cheery baritone voice was strangely comforting.

I shook my head. I had learned about the people that run these meetings. Quite often they’re just government officials doing their job. What was I doing swooning over him? He probably didn’t even want to be here. His fake niceties didn’t get past me. 

With no hesitation, an Asian hunk raised his hand. He was one of the younger ones in a group, He was wearing a sky-blue tank top, backwards baseball cap, black mesh shorts that were extremely lewd.  His thighs were fucking massive, and his short was so smalls the top his pecs were hanging out the top. 

“My bro and I just got back from a road trip.” He gave a high five to the black guy next to him in workout clothes. His friend’s outfit was sweats and a muscle shirt. They gave a few cocky grins looking at the rest of us. I guessed they were like 25 but were spewing some serious frat boy energy. A bit embarrassing knowing that I used to be so attracted to men like that. Or maybe it wasn’t? These guys were hot. Like I could see the outline of the black guy’s cock. He probably wasn’t even wearing underwear.

Not going to lie, I didn’t listen to a word they said, too busy watching the beefy bros talk. When they talked, their pecs would bounce. Tantalizing. Their overwhelming brotherhood was flooding the room. I could see a few other men had zoned out. By the time the two were done complementing each other and talking about all the parties they went to, everyone was ready to move on.

“That’s a great story Eric, but perhaps you can introduce us to your friend? I believe this is the first time we’re meeting him.” Mathias said before the stunning Asian could go on another tangent.

Eric threw an arm around his friend, bringing their heads closer. His left hand had fallen over the other guy’s pec. While he slapped the chest with his right hand, I noticed him groping the left pec. No one else noticed. Or maybe they didn’t think too much about it anymore. If Eric was like this all the time it wouldn’t be surprising, they’d gotten used to it. Maybe even expecting it. 

“This here is my best bro, Wayne! I want you guys to treat him like me.” Eric had not let go of Wayne, but now his fingers lightly traced over Wayne’s left nipple. The slow circular motions he was doing were hot and sensual. There was a twitch in Wayne’s sweats as he spread legs further apart.

 “So, you mean talk to him like he has two brain cells?”  An Indian man in fine clothes said. He gave a high five to Felix, my favorite redheaded lumberjack, next to him. The guy was decked out to perfection. The jacket of his three-piece sea blue suit rested on the back of his chair. A slim fit, no doubt. The vest he had on fit to his body in all the right places. His beard was trimmed giving him a 5 o'clock shadow. All he needed was a drink in hand to complete the business tycoon look. If he had money though, why was he here? Couldn’t he afford a private therapist? Then again, maybe it’s sad to talk about this alone.

 Eric stuck his tongue out, “For your information Wayne here was one of the smartest people at my college. He graduated with honors.”

 “How did such a smart guy get attached to you? Just because he wanted to come here?” The lumberjack questioned.

Mathias snapped his fingers, “Men if we could all act our ages here.” 

“It’s not even like that. Wayne and I were best buds even before I knew about him. Now that I know he’s like us that makes us even closer.” Eric sported a goofy grin.

From there, all the other men told the group what they’d been up to since they last met. Being a newcomer, it was frustrating not knowing the names they were mentioning. But then again Wayne and the man sitting away from the group must have been quite confused too. However, they surely didn’t show it. Wayne was as excited as Eric to be here; face plastered with a smile.  Though he hadn’t spoken in full he exuded a gregarious energy that designated him a party lover. Damn lucky. I think those who are jocks get a lot of pluses: muscles, the confidence, and those extroverted natures. Then again, just as many are cocky, arrogant, self -proclaimed alphas that wouldn’t know a real man if  his cock was shoved up their tight as—

 “Would you like to share?” That was Mathias’ voice. My head turned to him. He was looking straight at me. They all were. Waiting for me to speak. What could I say? What should I do? Why had Mathias put me on the spot? He just didn’t get it. How hard it was for guys like us to talk about this. After this meeting he’d get to go home to his partner, or friends and forget this whole night happened. My mind had not answered: I decided to go with the truth.

“This Monday was when I found out that I was like all of you. I’m a reporter and my boss assigned me to…” I held the bridge of my nose. “Essentially do some investigative reporting on these groups. I went to another place, across town, and listened to what these meetings were for.” I shook my head with a sad chuckle, “I thought it was insane at first, but I didn’t leave. As I listened, I actually began to feel a certain disconnect within myself. Then it all came flooding back and I…,” I couldn’t even finish my statement. A guy on my left put an arm around my back consoling me. 

As I looked at the faces around me, not one showed signs of mockery, or contempt. There was only a slight sadness and profound understanding. Hell, not even Eric and Wayne had smiles on their faces anymore. The two bros looked at each other, then me.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Wayne spoke. His voice was rich like velvet. A deep voice that was almost song-like. “When I found out I didn’t even want to leave my room.”  He put his hand on Eric’s shoulder, “Luckily, I had my bro to help me out. I’ve known for a few months, but this was the first meeting I came to. For you to just jump into this, that’s amazing.” Weird to hear a jock’s kind voice complimenting me for something that wasn’t sports related, but I was grateful, nonetheless.

 “I think that’s a perfect segue, would anyone like to share their stories of how it happened to them?” Mathias gave me a wink, “Don’t worry, we tend to do this for new members. Helps show you’re not alone. Of course, some people remember better than others.” What game was he playing here? I knew it was his job and everything but let me tell you the guy that ran the last meeting I went to didn’t give two shits about the attendants there. And from the way the attendants talked after, that wasn’t anything new.

 “Ah Fuck it,” Jon stood up, “Don’t fucking remember how it happened. No, I don’t know who I was before. All I know is that when I came to, I was in some stranger’s house. And the guy’s son was rushing me out the door.” Jon sat back down in his seat.

 “Wow, as always a man of few words.” The man consoling me said. He had to be a Middle Eastern model. His body, those arms, the angles of his face. Indescribable. Though his clothes left something to be desired. A tight polo shirt, old jeans, and white tennis shoes. His outfit reminded me of the guy not sitting with the group. Drab, dull. Barely any personality. No, that’s not fair. There was personality, but it was more subdued. In a room with a trucker, a lumberjack, jocks, his outfit didn’t cry for attention.

 “As if you could do better,” Jon rolled his eyes.

 “Actually, I think I can.” He took his hand off my back. “Hi, my name is Yusef Ben-Attar. I will actually tell you my story,” he smiled at Wayne and me.

 What he said verbatim wasn’t as important. I’d rather give my transcribed version.

—

Yusef used to live in El Paso, Texas. Him and his best friend Gabo spent many summer nights lying on the back of his pickup truck. He’d often drive them out to the desert so they could see the stars.  They’d talk about life, girls, sports teams. It was the only space that existed just for them.

Yusef was a loner before he met Gabo. The sports he played in school made him popular, but he never got to know anyone. He never understood how much a friend, even one friend could change his life. The unspoken bonds that people form with others that inexplicably tie their lives together.  Though as much as Gabo had been a spark of light for Yusef, the reverse was also true. Gabo moved to Texas with his mother; his father having abandoned them. Yusef became a role model, a person for Gabo to aspire to be.

Gabo was introverted by nature and preferred the company of a good book to people. Yusef was the extroverted friend who would always get Gabo involved. A jock and nerd best friend relationship. 

One day Yusef heard there was going to be a meteor shower, “Dude we gotta go!” He said he was the one that dragged Gabo out that night, even as Gabo’s mother laughed watching them off.

That night, as the stars started to come, they were on their familiar spot in the back of the pickup truck. The shooting stars began to streak across the night sky. Yusef turned to see Gabo with his eyes closed.

 “Did you fall asleep already,” he reached over and poked his friend’s cheek. Gabo chuckled, slapping his hand away.

 “I’m making a wish.”

 “About what?”

 Gabo poked an eye open looking over, “Honestly, I probably shouldn’t tell you but…I was wishing I had a dad like you.”

Yusef busted out laughing, he hadn’t meant to do it, but the absurdity of him being a dad was too much. Heck, Yusef’s mom and dad still rode his ass for not cleaning his room. He had a long way to go before he could be responsible for another life. But he did wish that Gabo would one day find what he was looking for.

 A heat started in Yusef’s as his chest pushed out. He had grown pecs. They were real and had just forced themselves into existence. Then his whole body began to shape up, becoming more muscular. Abs popped into place as his arms grew thicker and powerful. Yusef couldn’t even be shocked because Gabo was grabbing at his pec.

 “W-when do you get this chest?” Gabo’s voice was trembling, but his eyes were mesmerized. Both boys knew the chest had just appeared. Gabo was actually cupping the pec strongly, that only made more muscle pour into it, beefing it up. Yusef’s shirt began to split down the middle as his chest lurched forward. His shoulders were not far behind as they converted into the size of bowling balls.

“Don’t worry you’ll have a chest like this someday. It’s in my genes.” Yusef said proudly as his pecs burst out of his shirt slightly jiggling.

 “What?”

Yusef pressed Gabo’s face into his chest. His memories of being Gabo’s best friend were already changing, being replaced.  No longer did he know Gabo as his best friend, but as his son. All their time as friends had now morphed into time, they spent bonding as father and son. Hair grew from the center of his chest, where Gabo’s face was buried. It covered his pecs in fine black hair circling around his hard nipples. Inch by inch Yusef’s legs grew closer to the hatch of the trunk. His feet were already growing to match. All the while his bigger body was taking up more space in the back of the truck.

Eventually, Gabo broke free, “Dad, what the hell!” However, Gabo no longer looked like the kid Yusef had met. It seemed Yusef’s genes really had influenced Gabo, altering his genetic makeup. Gabo was a young stud purely thanks to the genes Yusef had donated. The kid that wanted a dad figure no longer existed. In his place was a Gabo who inherited a love of sports and a hot body from his dad.

—

“Then last year he’s back from his junior year in college. We’re tossing the ball around. He called me by my first name. Then he got this weird look on his face like he didn’t know why he called me Yusef. But me? My mind was racing; on one hand I know I taught my boy not to talk to adults like that. Respect your elders. Yet his voice. No matter how much it’s changed or how strongly my DNA affected Gabo. I knew my best friend was talking to me. I remembered everything about us as teenagers and how special he was to me.”

 Finally, Yusef’s outfit made sense. As hot as he was, he had a father’s sensibility. It did kind of scream suburban dad. A waste if you ask me. Gabo had given him that sexy body and it was all covered up.

 “Sucks that you haven’t told that kid of yours.” Jon stated.

 “What am I supposed to say? Hey, I used to be your best friend, but you made me your dad?”

 “It’s a start.”

 “You just want me to tell him, so he feels bad. But I know my son, as his friend and his dad. He would never do this maliciously.” Yusef puffed his chest out like the proud Papa he was. No one was going to talk about his son that way. Or maybe he was mad that Jon had talked about his friend that way?

 “Okay, everyone settle down.” Mathias lowered his hands.

 “What? No! Isn’t the purpose of this group to share how what’s happened to us. I don’t how we can comfortably sit here when we know that there’s another out there like us. Worse, what if he’s doing it on purpose and he plans to do it again.” Jon said.

“Now you’re just projecting your own insecurities on to him.”  Felix said with a smirk. He turned to Wayne then me, “He insists that someone turned him. “Then he spun his finger around his ear giving a cuckoo gesture.”

“I AIN’T CRAZY!” Jon yelled. 

“Dude, you gotta admit it’s a bit silly.” Eric gave a dumb jock chuckle, lightly punching his friend’s arm.

Jon’s nose flared like a bull. The way the edges of his lips curled were no different than a pitbull’s, “More believable than your I WannabeJock.”

 “Whoa, whoa too far man! It was JockOut and that saved my life. Nothing like that GAINZ shit you’re probably confusing it for. It promises to bring the jock out in people. Just didn’t know how true it was.” Eric flexed his powerful arms and kissed it. “There I was…

You know what, No. I’m just going to save your ears the pain of having to decipher Eric’s jock speak. There’s a much better version of this story somewhere and trust me he’s not telling it. Even as a reporter I’m not saying it all falls to me, but I’ll give it a whirl. Hopefully, I can set the scene in a way that feels honest to him.

—

Eric Vang was a 1st generation Laotian American. He was the smallest, shortest kid in class, barely 5’4. His clothes were always oversized for his body. His parents, in an effort to plan ahead for his growth spurts, always bought a few sizes up. In high school it became a weak spot for the popular kids to attack him. And of course, the fatal killer: he wore glasses. People called him a “nerd.”  That wasn’t how he saw it.

He was a geek.

Despite the social consensus that nerd, geek, and dork would commonly be used interchangeably, they weren’t the same. There was overlap of course but like with all synonyms it was the difference that sparked debate, at least for Eric. Like knowing the difference between extortion and blackmail. Nerds tended to be people who were more academically inclined. Geeks were people that took interest in a particular area or subject. Dorks on the other hand were people who were socially inept.

 Eric was not awkward when conversing with people, and his grades were abysmal. Calling him a dork or a nerd was so far removed from his reality. But geek? That was right up his alley. After all, Eric had a weakness. He loved comics. He loved manga. He loved anime. When it came to reading, give him fantasy or sci-fi and he’d eat that up for breakfast. Above all else though, he loved to cosplay. The only reason his grades weren’t completely unsalvageable is because his parents wouldn’t let him go to conventions otherwise.

Staying up late or waking up early to watch Inyuasha or Case Closed were his favorite pastimes as a kid. Those shows took him away from the world, always showing him something exciting. However, if there was one thing his geekdom couldn’t save him from was PE class. When it came to the all-boys lessons it was always so much about who worked better in a weight room than, teaching them how to be comfortable in a weight room.

The point is he was going to fail, not because he didn’t participate or try his hardest, but because his body wasn’t built to perform in a gym room. So of course, when he went to the store, he picked up some JockOut. He also splurged and bought one of the company’s jock straps too. The JockOut product he bought was like lotion mostly because he was too cheap to buy the deodorant. 

“Vang you’re next!” Mr. Hardwick called him up for his series of challenges. The first was the horizontal jump. Eric squatted as his ass began to fill out his gym uniform, while his thighs began their own journey toward greatness. More importantly, it was his cock sealed in the jock strap that was tingling as it began to poke outwards. Eric launched forward. He didn’t get very far. There was no avoiding the snickers he heard, as he moved to the next challenge: The vertical jump.

A long sight escaped Eric’s mouth. He shuffled his feet as they began to hurt inside his shoes, oblivious to the fact his spine was growing. Had he been facing his classmates maybe he would have noticed soaring past their heads. 5’7, 5’8. 5’9. Eric’s body just kept on growing. When his feet left the ground, Eric was shocked by how far he launched himself in the air. His calves and quads had fired off some power.

Next were bench presses. That had to be the worst. Eric could barely lift the bar at the start of the semester, let alone add weights to it. Nonetheless he got into position, Mr. Hardwick spotting him. He was working with 120 pounds on each side. When he lifted the bar he didn’t expect it to be as light as it was. When he pushed it up his arms seemed to feed off the action, expanding. Eric started to get into it pumping up his arms until the edges of his sleeves were ready to split.

Best of all his cock was starting to get snug in the jock he’d bought. The way he spread out his crotch was on full display for his classmates. There was a small part of him trying not to get hard, but he was loving the attention.  His cock was growing in its comfortable pouch. Not harder, just larger.  That’s when Eric knew his cock was an attention whore. All the senior boys looking at him in class only inspired it to grow larger. 

“Look at him go,” someone whispered. That brought a smile to Eric’s face. He was hot shit and was only getting hotter the more he worked the bench press begging for more weights to be added. Eric’s balls began to expand as his brain began to drain. Whatever intelligence he had was being converted into his potent nut. The sweat poured off Eric as his muscles swelled in size and battled against his shirt. By the time he sat back up in between, his legs felt heavy. He moved onto the last part of the test without hesitation.

 Pull ups and dips. At the start of class Eric might have faltered, but not anymore. He peeled off his shirt revealing his sizzling abs and pecs. Hopping on to the bar, he began his set of pull ups, not even Mr. Hardwick commented on his sudden change in ability and confidence. All the young men watched as Eric’s back defined itself, pushing out Eric’s shoulder and adding layers of thick muscles to him. But it was his ass, his glorious rump that was becoming an eye catcher, firm and pert, it demanded that everyone stare at it.

Eric finished his set, dropping the weight to the ground. Turning around, his classmates’ mouths dropped, Eric’s fat cock morphed into a hard on. Eric bit his lip and grunted “mmmfff”. There was a snap. His jock had fucking snap; his cock had outgrown it. That should have been expected. That was a jock meant for boys, but Eric was a young man. He needed better support than that cheap material. He scratched his lower abs, above his waistband where thicker pubic hairs were poking out from.

“Who’s next?” He asked cocky as shit and dumb as a brick.

—

“Thankfully, this body allowed me to get an athletic scholarship to college.” Eric thumped his chest.

“Good thing, cause your remaining brain cells weren’t.” Felix said as the whole room laughed.

But there was a question on my mind, “Wait, so you remember you used to be smarter?” 

“Oh, totally dude. But it’s not like I was a genius before so who cares if I’m dumber now? Not me.  Also, when you have a bod like this, who cares about that stuff!” He struck a pose, pointing one arm straight into the air. A few men in the group whistled at him. “Also, this body rocks for cosplay!”

“But how is that any more believable than Jon’s story?” The Indian man stated. “Do you know how popular JockOut is? It’s still hard for me to believe that it’s changing people.”

Eric rolled his eyes, “Then, tell my bro Wayne and the other new guy how you changed, then let’s see if your story makes any more sense.”

The sexy Indian man looked around the room. All eyes were on him. I know the others must have heard each other’s stories a thousand times by now, but I wanted to know more. The guy suddenly stood up.

“Okay I’ll tell you, my story.”

—

Banjeet Kaur was on vacation with his family. The boardwalk of Myrtle Beach in South Carolina was always comfortably crowded. He loved going there for the summer. Who cared whether it was to visit family or not? After the first year he had in college Banjeet needed a break. Maybe he enjoyed the boardwalk so much because of the wide arrange of people. It reminded him of the New York subways without the subtle constant fear of possibly spotting rodents.

Since he’d been going there as a kid, walking alone on the boardwalk wasn’t anything new to him. The only downside was bumping into others. People needed to learn the importance of personal space. He found a refuge by checking out the shops along the boardwalk. Stepping into a T-shirt shop, Banjeet quickly spotted a shirt that read: Successful Entrepreneur. Whether it was the black text or the blue hue of the shirt, it spoke to him. He needs to get that shirt.

He bought it and took off his current shirt. As he strolled along happily, the shirt became tighter on his chest. Banjeet had always been a tall guy, but he was rail thin. Protein and muscle didn’t stick on him; it went through him. Today that was all going to change. His pecs had increased inside and were now pushing through his shirt like full on muscle tits. Every step he took, heads were turning to watch his pecs shake. Bigger hands had situated themselves on Banjeet’s body and with that his feet weren’t far behind. His gut bubbled as abs rose from underneath the surface as abs took place.

—

“Well, I won’t bore you with other details. Pretty soon after that. I knew—

“Blah blah blah,” Jon made a gesture as if his hand was yapping away. “They get it. Then you became sexy and rich. Don’t bore the newbies. Sit your ass down.”

 Banjeet gave this confident smirk. One that said he knew he was better than everyone else in the room. Which…debatable, but maybe that was just the nature of what happened to him. I wondered if that was his new personality or if he had always been that way. He sat back down, legs spread out. Almost daring someone to go next. As if their story couldn’t measure up to his. But honestly? There wasn’t much to his story which I think fell in line with the kind of man he was. A refined man that likes things (probably business reports) short and concise.

“Well shit, guess it’s my turn,” Felix rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t afraid to take Banjeet’s challenge.

“Bro, it’s not like anyone’s begging,” Eric shook his head sitting back in his seat.

“Boys, play nice,” Mathias stated. There he went again, sticking his nose in their business. I know it was his job to keep the peace. But I didn’t get why outsiders could run these things. What made them qualified? I had nothing against Mathias personally, but if the people at the meeting across town were right. These group leaders couldn’t be trusted. 

“Fine, we’re all friends” Felix sat up straight. “So, here’s what happened…”

—

Felix Hamper was on a hike with his dad. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. It was an excursion. Actually, Felix had a secret: He hated the outdoors. The bugs, the dirt, the hot sun. Nothing about it brought him any joy. So, then why was he on the Appalachian trail? Simple. His dad liked it. Mr. Hamper was a botanist. He traveled around studying many types of flowers, trees, etc. Felix hardly ever got to spend any time with his father. However, going on these little research quests always seemed the only way they could hang out.

One time Felix asked his mother, why did she marry dad. Her answer? “Because he sees the world differently than us.” Felix knew that his father was a bit different than other dads. They’d never throw the ball around or talk about sports. Mr. Hamper would rather gush about a new species of flower, or herbal remedy.

It wasn’t all bad. Felix once got a Venus flytrap. Now there was a plant! Why couldn’t other plants be as cool as that one? When he asked his dad that. Mr. Hamper just laughed.

 “That does sound like the reasoning a middle schooler would give, but a fine choice nonetheless.” He’d rub his son’s head with a smile whenever they had that conversation.

Which was another reason the hike sucked. There were no Venus flytraps along the Appalachian trail. “They’re native to the Carolinas,” his dad would say. Felix pouted at that. His favorite plant could be in danger of going extinct one day, a fact his father had shared, and Felix hadn’t seen one yet. Of course, his dad had bought him one for the house. But Mr. Hamper loved to always talk about the differences in cultivated versus wild species of plant.

Mr. Hamper promised he would make his trip fun for his son as well. After all, this was also to serve as a middle school graduation present. Too bad the dad didn’t get that not all kids jumped at the chance to spend the day in fresh air. But maybe, just maybe Felix would discover a new favorite flower.

Though that was not to be true today. Mr. Hamper started walking up an incline with his son behind him.  The two had a laugh, right before Felix’s foot slipped and the boy went rolling down the side of the hill. Mr. Hamper spun on his heels and carefully rushed down. Felix kept rolling down until he slammed into a tree trunk, finally ending his descent. Right into a flower patch.

Felix slowly opened his eyes. There were small bruises and cuts over Felix’s body. It stung everywhere. All he saw were green stems around him. Then, once he moved his head, he saw the budding blue flower heads. The color was so pretty. Unfortunately, his tumble had caused pollen from the flowers to be kicked into the surrounding air. He started a coughing fit as he was surrounded. His father’s footsteps were in his ear along with his voice calling for his son.

It was hard to get up; there was something wrong with Felix’s ankle. He couldn’t put his full weight on it. He limped over to his rushing father, away from the flower patch. His father wasted no time examining his son. The poor boy had a sprained ankle. With that Mr. Hamper called the trip to an end. He set his son on his back. giving him a piggyback ride. As the sun set, the two made their way back to the car. Neither of them noticed as Felix started to mature on Mr. Hamper’s back. The boy’s voice got heavier as they went from talking about Felix’s favorite cartoons to the outdoors. The arms around Mr. Hamper’s neck grew longer as Felix’s legs stretched out. Mr. Hamper’s eyes kept following down as his son’s shoes kept coming into view. Felix’s shoes undulated, throbbing as the boy’s feet stretched.

“Dad my uh, my feet hurt.” The boy definitely didn’t sound like a boy any longer. Mr. Hamper pulled off his son’s shoes and let the stretching limbs grow freely. Once they were off, Mr. Hamper couldn’t even comprehend how his son’s massive 10-sized feet-and-growing-could even fit into such tiny things. Felix’s chest pushed out from his shirt as his shoulders began to move apart and widened his back. Underneath his clothes Felix was developing into a young man. His short sleeve shirt and shorts existed to display the arms and calves that were forming hard and beautifully like mock marble. 

Mr. Hamper’s speed slowed tremendously. That’s what happens when you go from carrying your little boy to hauling a young man in the late states of puberty. Also, the fact that Felix had rested his full body weight onto his father didn’t help. He hadn’t meant to make things harder, but he had a hard time holding up his new body weight. And It’s not like the growth was stopping. Felix was entering into becoming a young adult man. His shorts began to split as his ass came into existence.

No use. Mr. Hamper couldn’t take another step. He felt like he was moving with a sack of bricks on his back. “Son we got to switch this up” Mr. Hamper set his son, Felix the teenager, a high school senior dreamboat. Carefully Felix kept his sprained ankle off the ground as Mr. Hamper offered his neck. Felix threw an arm around him and the two continued on. The men were both around the same height, now a solid 5’10”.

However, part of Felix knew something was off. His shirt had long ridden up his body exposing 6 abs carved into his body.  His thick hands now traced his new body, mesmerized but unable to voice the concern to his father. The pecs he had on him were constrained in the shirt like a makeshift bra but ready to burst out at any second, and that’s exactly what happened. Felix’s height started to soar past his father’s, and his pecs finally ripped the shirt in half. Now that his top half was laid bare, the two could see a patch of hair growing in between his hefty pectorals.

That hair would spread out more, taking over his upper chest and flowing down his body. Thankfully his pants had remained intact. The shorts Felix once adorned as a boy had morphed, growing to a size that could encapsulate the musculature of his thighs and legs. They were now a pair of dark blue jeans. The tennis shoes Mr. Hamper held in his hands had subtly shifted into hiking boots size 15. As for Felix himself, he stood at 6’5 in height, towering over his father, or at least he would if he didn’t have to lean on him.

As they walked back the more comfortable Felix got with being outside. An internal change. As simple as just loving the air. That spark grew into loving the sound of the wind blowing in the trees, the smell of the forest floor, and the sounds of nature. Felix could look off to the side and identify a tree, a bush, a vine. His head filled with knowledge. But he wasn’t turning into a scientist like his father. He was becoming a true man of the woods, one who was attuned to nature in a completely different way. His love stemmed from being outdoors and amongst the plants rather than studying it. But there was enough commonality that he and his best friend, Blake, could get along.

He looked at Mr. Hamper, “Blake, can I get my shoes back?”

“Oh sure”. Blake handed them over wondering how he even got them in the first place.

—

“And boom that’s how I came to be.” Felix shared, “When I finally realized that Blake had actually been my dad. I pounced on him.” He crossed his arms and stared up at the ceiling, “We were just having a beer at my house. When he said something, Yeah kiddo’, which is something he always said to me as a kid.  He hadn’t even realized what he said and continued on like nothing happened, but my mind had like… expanded and I remembered everything.” A look of content crossed Felix’s face. He smiled and looked at Wayne and me. “Those are our stories, what’s yours?”

 Mathias held up his hand, “Don’t take him seriously neither of you need to share if you don’t wish too.  Everyone here shared at their own time no need to rush your process. “

 Wayne and I exchanged glances to see if the others would share. I turned my neck to see the guy sitting outside the group. Maybe he would decide to share. After all, Mathias hadn’t tried to talk to him. Then there was a loud sound of a hand to the back. Eric was loudly patting Wayne encouraging him to talk.

“My story isn’t all that interesting.” Wade said, hunched over, mumbling. He lifted his head to stare at all of us then shook his head. He let out a soft laugh like he couldn’t believe what he was going to say. “I was studying for the SAT. Then, I had this realization. What if I had wasted my entire high school years? I mean sure college and young adulthood is fun. But for many, the foundation of who they are begins in high school. And unlike Eric,” He smiled, turning to lightly punch his friend’s shoulder. “I was an actual nerd. Kept my head down, stayed away from people, and did the work. But then I realized what if I could have been a jock too, or a drama kid, an artist, or even in a band or chess club? Worst of all was my body, I just hated it. I didn’t get how there were kids my age who had been able to transform themselves into athletes.” Wayne stared down at his massive palms now clenching and unclenching them, but that night I kept studying. I didn’t want everything I had dedicated my life to… to mean nothing. Then I felt it, the growth starting. Thought I was in a dream or possibly overworked myself. I didn’t realize my body was trying to make my dreams into reality. And to skip the boring details, when I woke up I wasn’t a Junior in high school, I was a freshman in college. Same family, same name. Just older and all my relatives and friends remembered me as being into sports, playing on teams that I never did before. Though they also said I had been valedictorian as well.”

 “Wow, so you actually got to keep your smarts huh?” Jon asked. Wayne simply nodded. Jon smirked at Eric, “Sounds like you got the worst result, could have been smart and hot.”

 “Oh, stick it up your ass. You wish you were as hot as me.” Eric said back.

 If you’re wondering why I didn’t transcribe Wayne’s story into a more narrative structure, I couldn’t. Sure, the other guys definitely gave their stories more detail and flair, but it was more than that. Wayne’s tone of voice, the way he spoke, was full of wonder and amazement, but also a slight wistfulness. That caught me off guard. The other guys when they told their stories were used to spouting them off now and again. The way they revealed their stories was second nature to them. Their emotions, for the most part, were well handled now. Wayne, however, clearly had not mastered his.

Then I felt it. The stare of all the other guy’s eyes on me. I shook my head, “I don’t think I’m ready to share THAT. I’ve shared enough.” Whether I wanted to admit it or not Wayne’s emotions had me spiraling. Of course, all he needed was Eric’s very capable shoulders to lean on for support.

 Mathias smiled “Yeah, I think you have. Good work everyone now let’s move onto—

 I scoffed,” What is that supposed to mean? Are you making fun of me?”

“No, I—

“You have no idea how stressful it is to come here and subject yourself to this. How would you like it if we did that to you? You don’t get what it’s like. You’re not asking me to tell you about myself, you’re asking me to tell you who I was.” Tears were running down my face now. No one knew how angry I truly was, and it wasn’t at Mathias. He just happened to be unfortunate enough to be the target of my ire. In this situation he was the ‘other’. “The things I found out about myself were world shattering. I don’t get paid to be here by the government like you. So when I leave this meeting tonight, I’m going to be stuck thinking about all these stories. Should Yusef tell his son? If someone changed Jon can they change him back, can they change all of us? Does JockOut actually do what Eric said? According to Banjeet, are T-shirts dangerous now? What plants did Felix fall into?” My eyes locked with Wayne. “And is it really okay to accept this?”

Mathias put his hands together and stared at the ground. The room was quiet. All the other men had fallen silent. Had I committed a group faux pas? Then, Mathias took a deep breath and locked eyes with me. “You’re right,” He wiped his chin, “You’re right… how can I expect you to share when I haven’t even shared.”  That caught me off guard there was no way he could also be…

—

Matty Gibson was a rambunctious child. Hard to keep up with, hard to pin down. People would think there was only so much fun loving a child could have, but they’d be wrong. There was enough adventure in this child’s heart for a whole expedition team. He was only playing in the backyard, but in his imagination a sandbox could be a desert, a kiddie pool was an ocean. His mom’s small garden? The forbidden jungle.

“Time to come inside, Little dude!” Mr. Gibson shouted from the back door of the house. Normally kids get called back to the house for lunch or dinner. Not here. It was early in the morning and Matty had snuck out once again to play. But he had too! Today he was an astronaut exploring space. How could he save the world if he was eating breakfast? Matty explained it in his high-pitched voice yelling across the yard. Mr. Gibson shook his head laughing to himself. He needed to get his son inside or his wife was going to kill him when she woke up. The boy’s pajamas were already covered in dirt patches. But how to do it without Matty throwing a tantrum.

 “Okay, guess you got to save the planet from me, the space dragon.” Mr. Gibson took off after his son. He chased him for a minute or two before swooping him up in one arm, holding him close to his chest. “Guess the earth can’t be saved today.  The hero astronaut was defeated by…tickles.” Matty erupted into laughter as his dad tickled him, walking them back inside.

“Okay, so no more playing outside this morning.” Mr. Gibson said, pulling off Matty’s pjs. He also took time to empty the dryer, putting the clothes in a basket. His father leaned closer to whisper, “I’m going to throw these in the washing machine. Let’s not tell mommy, okay?” Matty nodded his head. After the clothes had been set away to be cleaned. Mr. Gibson wiped off his son’s face then gave him breakfast. While Matty was eating, Mr. Gibson went back to bed to sleep for another hour or so.

Once he was done eating, Matty tried to go outside again, but his father had locked the back door. Matty pouted. What was he going to do? The earth needed saving! Matty didn’t even feel up to watching cartoons in the living room. He slunk back into the laundry room and plopped onto the floor staring at the washing machine. He watched as the clothes were tossed and turned about as suds started filling up.

Then, an idea popped into Matty’s head. He could be something else. Maybe even dress up! but all the fun clothes weren’t going to be fun if he couldn’t go outside. Matty pressed his head onto the washing machine. That’s when he spotted the laundry basket off to the side. Normally Daddy would fold the dry clothes right away, but he must have been too tired. Good enough for Matty because now he could go through it. The kid knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to be Daddy. Playing dress up was always fun.

First, he started off with his dad’s blue dress shirt. The sleeves were so long they hung down past his small hands next he had to put on the pants. He had to sit or else he’d end up tripping over the legs. “Matty, Mommy says you can’t go outside.” The boy laughed at his imitation, “Matty don’t run around the house with sharp things.” This pretending to be daddy game was actually pretty fun. How cool would it be to be big like his dad? Or even bigger like the wrestlers on TV.

While he was holding up his hand’s Matty noticed the fabric getting dragged down. If that wasn’t weird enough Matty heard something snap. It came from his legs; his knees had popped back into place as they wormed their way down the pants’ legs. Matty was completely confused as his spine grew, pushing him away from the floor. He was looking less like a child and more like a proper teenager. “Woah,” Was all Matty could mutter out. He kept on growing, soaring right into young adulthood. His ass ballooned out as his legs bulked up properly stuffing his father’s pants. Next up, his abs willed themselves into existence, topped with two round full pecs above them. His biceps grew along with his forearms as his shoulders kept in proportion. Matty stood up Finally, Matt’s arms slid out of his dad’s sleeves and his feet popped free of the pants.

Matt’s mouth dropped. His feet were huge like a clown’s. He reached out to grab it and poke and prod. Those were really his toes wiggling free. Something the older kids always joked about was, ‘You know what they say about guys with big feet’. Well, he didn’t know. Were people going to start laughing at him now? He was about to find out today. Matt stood up and continued to rocket towards the ceiling. His father’s pants were only reaching Matt’s ankles now.

The next change took place out of sight. The children’s briefs Matty had been wearing were completely gone as a pair of boxers took their place. Now his cock could hang freely and had room to grow. Which was an opportunity it seized. His cock stretched down the right leg as his balls became larger and fuller. They had matured to the perfect age for him to start producing his own legion of Matty’s.

Panting, Matt walked out the laundry room and buttoned up his shirt; he didn’t want to look unprofessional. But then again, where was he? He sat on the living room couch, resting his head along the spine. A thickness pushed out his neck, and with a snap his jawline reformed. In an instant his youthful look faded into a rugged handsomeness along with new stubble adorning his face. His body is still growing, expanding. Long had he surpassed his dad’s height and body type. Now his dad’s clothes were finding themselves at their final outing.

Matt held his head back, biting his lip as his chest exploded outward. His pecs jutted forward, popping all the buttons around them. Now they say out their self-made boob window. At the same time a beard had popped into existence and brought a healthy serving of hair onto the pecs, before forming into a pelt covering his entire body. Matt was starting to sweat a lot, Like a man. His body just kept demanding more space in the clothes Matt reached down and ripped his shirt open, sending the button flying. But he wasn’t done. He had to open his fly! His package was already causing the front to rip, and his ass wasn’t making things any easier in the back.

All the while Matt’s skin grew darker till it was beyond a bronze tan. His skin was truly brown. His shoulders split Mr. Gibson’s shirt at the seams. Matt couldn’t even remember why he was in the clothes to begin with. “Shit.” The word rolled off his tongue naturally. With one final great pulse the body destroyed the confinements of Mr. Gibson’s clothes.

Mathias Ramos was a huge man. 6ft 7in to be exact. People would always notice him wherever he went. That was a constant even before he left Cuba. Ever since he was a child all he dreamed about was getting bigger. With hard work at the gym and genetic luck that dream became a reality. His oversized cock began to harden in his boxers until that humongous head found its way out through the boxer’s split. Mathias’ cock throbbed, beginning to be stroked.

“Uuhhh,” A voice came to his left and Mathias spun. Mr. Gibson was standing there, mouth open. “I just wanted to check on the laundry.” Mathias was caught cock in hand. How did he end up spending the night at a friend’s house only to be caught masturbating the next morning?

—

I didn’t say anything. What could I say? Sorry, didn’t know you were like us too. But give me some slack. How was I supposed to know that?

Jon let out a laugh, “Funny, isn’t it? He probably would have been the youngest one here but now look at him he’s a huge sonuvabitch.”

“As much as you complain, my money is on you here being younger,” Felix chuckled. Jon huffed, rolled his eyes and sunk back into his chair with a slight smirk to his lips.

“Guys, who cares about all that? We’re all studs now. We won the fucking lottery.” Eric said.

A warm laugh escaped Mathias lips, “To be honest I can’t even imagine going back. Look at me I’m so fucking huge and mature now. Muscles, power, responsibility. It’s a dream come true.”

“Here, Here!”  Banjeet shouted, then everyone followed.

Mathias stood up, “What do we love!”

“Being men!” They started talking in unison.

“Are we going back?”

“Hell No!” They all cheered before erupting in laughter.

“With that said,” Mathias looked over to the clock on the wall, “Wow, we really got into the story telling tonight. Think it’s time we all go home. I’d like to thank everyone who shared and of course, our two guests this evening. I hope to see you at future meetings.” He dismissed us and everyone started gathering their things and standing up. However, no one left. They lingered around talking with each other. For as many jabs they were throwing at each other throughout the night they seemed pretty happy. I guess like a family they could be mean and still forgive each other.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man who had been sitting off to the side, walk over and talk to Mathias. My investigator’s senses tingled. I swear I wasn’t just being nosy. Shimming through the groups talking, I walked over and introduced myself.  The stranger was only 5’8 easily the shortest man here.

Mathias put a hand on the man’s small back, “I’d like you to meet my father.” The two laughed when my mouth dropped open.

“We get that a lot.” Mr. Gibson said. “You should see the face people make when he’s with his mom.”

“Wait, if you’re here does that mean?”

“Oh no, no” Mr. Gibson shook his head. “I just always bring Mathias here, we carpool.” Speaking of which. I’m going to start up the car.” He walked away.

“So…” Mathias stepped in front of me. “Thinking you might come back? No one said it, but I bet they’re all dying to hear your story. And even if you don’t want to share, that’s okay too. We do love the company. Like tonight, helps spice things up.”

“This was fun. I might have to come back.” I gave him a smile, walking away. On the way out I stopped by the table picking up a donut and staring at the small stack of fliers.

Transformed Males Anonymous, asks you to pass along a flyer to anyone you might think might be in need. I snatched one up. After all, never know when I might need one for a friend. I took one last look at all the men gathered in the building. Handsome, rugged, elegant, sleek, athletic, hairy. So many words to describe the plethora of men in front of me. Perhaps, I would come back. I did still have a story I wanted to share. Zipping up my coat I walked into the cold night.