Jake was digging through his dad's wardrobe, seeing if he could find a shirt big enough to fit his new husky
frame but so far, the first shirt he'd found was the biggest. After the 10th shirt he tried on ripped at the
seams, he sat on the bed in frustration. He heard a loud rip and saw that the jeans he thought fit him now had
a huge hole in the back. The same went for the underwear he was wearing. With a gruff sigh, he tore them off
and stood in the nude again, feeling a lot more comfortable. All the clothes felt so constricting, and kept
rubbing his new body hair the wrong way. He gave up trying to get his dad's clothes to fit him, and glanced
down the hallway. His bedroom door was still closed which meant Matt was still in there, waiting for his non-
existent younger self to finish showering. He wouldn't be able to trick him for long before Matt would
inevitably start questioning exactly who he was. He quietly sneaked past the door, then ran down the stairs,
his dick and balls swinging freely. His parents had received some second-hand clothing from distant relatives
a few weeks back. Maybe he'll find something there.
Meanwhile, Matthew was starting to get impatient. It had only been about three minutes, which happened to be
the time he set the temporal hand to on the clock, but it felt like forever. His clothes were starting to feel
a bit tight, but he remembered he went through a growth spurt recently. He must of put on the wrong clothes.
His thoughts turned to his friend's uncle, John. He was wearing clothes too small for him as well. He
remembered how his shirt had rid up his body as he moved, exposing more and more of his hairy stomach. The
thought of it gave him a funny feeling in his groin. He wondered how hairy the man was. He recalled there was
a bunch of chest hair that stuck out from John's shirt, so much hair that it looked like it connected to the
man's beard. Matt undid his shorts as they were starting to feel tight on him. He discovered it was because
his penis was erect, now surrounded by a small patch of hair. His older brother had once shown him what to do
about that, but he couldn't do that right now in Jake's room, could he?
Jake's frustration was growing. Most of the second-hand clothes in the garage were much too small for him.
They would of fit him perfectly when he was ten, but he wouldn't even be able to pull them over his thirty
year old head. Luckily he had found an oversized pair of pants in the bag that must of been placed there by
mistake. He pulled them on, and they were just big enough to fit him, albeit looking baggy around his legs. It
was better than nothing and he could buy some better fitting clothes later in the day, assuming he was able to
get rid of Matthew. Speaking of which, he hadn't heard a peep from his friend since he went upstairs. He was
never normally this patient. Jake found this suspicious. Maybe he'd already discovered he wasn't in the shower
after all and had gone to call the cops? He dug through the bag of clothes again, but couldn't find a
misplaced shirt to match the pants. He rubbed the hair on his chest before deciding he didn't need to wear
one. Matt had already seen some of his stomach, it's not going to scar him to see the rest of his body. He
left the garage to check on his friend.
Matt was laying on his friend's bed, his clothes had ripped in places where he'd grown too big for them. But
it didn't matter to him, as he masturbated to the thought of the bearded man downstairs. A stray thought
reminded him of when he'd taught his younger brother how to jack off 2 years ago, telling him to keep it a
secret from his parents. He smirked at the thought, he was only 13 at the time. To think how much he'd grown
since then now he was 15. His thoughts got back to his friend's uncle, thinking about the hair coating his
oversized arms and up into the sleeves that were almost starting to tear, when suddenly the bedroom door flew
open. He had no time to cover himself, seeing the man he was fantasizing about entering the room. He was
topless, showcasing his bulging muscles and incredibly hairy torso. The man stood there for a moment with a
look of shock.
Jake entered his bedroom to check on his friend, only to find a teenager sprawled out on his bed, his former
clothes surrounded him in tatters and his hand wrapped around his cock. He paused for a moment before yelling
"Fuck! you need to get out of here now!". The teenager couldn't look any more embarrassed, opening his mouth
to say something but nothing came out. He seemed too embarrassed to move. Jake came further into the room and
grabbed him by the arm, dragged him out amid sounds of protest. By the time they'd left the room, Jake had
aged another 4 months, gaining him a few more grey hairs in his beard along with a couple around his temples
and in his chest hair. His hairline had receded back an extra sixth of an inch. He slammed the bedroom door
behind him before turning towards his squirming friend who was now much closer in height to him. He let go of
his arm, and Matt shouted at him.
Matt was so angry with the man he previously admired for some reason. What gave him the right to do that to
him? He start shouting "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't just fucking drag me out of there!
It's not like you haven't ever..." Matt paused, thinking his voice sounded off. He coughed to clear it and
resumed shouting "It's not like you...". His voice still sounded wrong. It was deeper, cracking at random. He
rubbed his throat, feeling a large lump where there was previously nothing. Then he noticed his arms. They
were a lot longer, with a slight layer of hair, and his hands looked huge compared to how they normally were.
He looked back at the hairy man, now aware they were almost at eye level with each other. He was confused.
What had happened to him? He glanced downwards seeing his mostly naked taller body, his clothing now rags
hanging off his rather gangly frame. His cock was still throbbing from his interrupted session, and he wished
it would turn flacid. Then he realised just how different he was. The guy probably thought he was some pervert
breaking in for a thrill. With those muscles, he could probably beat the crap out of him without breaking a
sweat. He started to plead with the man. "Shit, I can explain! It's going to sound stupid, but I'm really
Matt. That kid you let in earlier. Something made me grow and I don't know what. You gotta believe me!".
Jake couldn't help but laugh at his friend's sudden change in tone. Matt gave him a sad look, thinking he
didn't believe him. After Jake had calmed down, he joked "Oh I totally believe you Matt. I doubt anybody else
would even attempt to do that in my room".
Matt was confused. "Your room? So you mean...".
A smile broke through Jake's beard and he replied "I'm not Jake's uncle, It's really me.". He felt so relieved
to finally tell his friend, who was now staring slack-jawed at him.
Matt couldn't believe the man he'd been jacking off to earlier was really his best friend now 20 years older.
He tried not to believe it, but his own body was proof. Matt asked "You're Jake? But you're so old".
Jake laughed some more and replied "hey, I'm only 30 years old. It's only, what, double your age?". There was
an awkward pause as the statement sunk in. Jake started to scratch the hair on his pecs nervously, waiting for
his friend to answer.
Eventually, Matt stepped closer to Jake, then violently punched him in the arm. "That's for making me wait at
the cinema for an hour, making us miss the first showing like we said we'd do". He then punched him in the
other arm. "And that's for making me 5 years older by sticking me in your room!".
"Hey, I'm sorry but it's not like I wanted to be my parent's age either. I don't even know what made us older
in the first place. It just sort of happened" Jake responded, struggling to alleviate the pain in both his
arms. "At least we know the source is somewhere in my room. That's something right?".
Jake absent-mindedly played with his beard, lightly tugging the end. Matt noticed this and said "Hey, what's
it like having a beard?"
Jake pulled his hand away and put it behind his head. Rubbing the back, he noted that the hair felt less thick
than it normally did, but he'd deal with that later. "Oh, it's cool I guess. I thought it'd be weird when I
first saw it, but it's nice to play with. It's soothing to stroke when thinking too. It's like the rest of my
body. I feel quite natural being so hairy, like I've been this way for longer than I really have". He
awkwardly grinned at his friend, trying not to look at the teen's cock, which was still sticking out towards
him. "So how do you think we should stop this? We might end up old men if we go in again".
They both pondered this. They didn't even know what made them older. Neither of them realised they were aging
when inside the room and only noticed when they left. Something had to be done quick if they wanted things to
get back to normal.