The four new men hurried down the street, self conscious about how exposed their adult bodies were. Suddenly,
Fred stuck out his hand and said "Hey, this is my house. Nobody's home so we can get some clothes". Although
they were literally in a race against time, they knew they couldn't go any further looking like unsuccessful
Hulk cosplayers. They all gathered in Fred's dad's room while he threw clothes at them. This was the first
time Grant had been able to see his new face and he paused to look at himself. He thought he looked quite
attractive, his light, scratchy stubble complimenting his square jaw and his deep blue eyes. He could
definitely get a job as a model if he weren't aging at an abnormal rate, yet he still looked college age.
Grant glanced around the room seeing the men in various states of undress. Harold barely looked any different
from when they met outside the school. Other than a bit more body hair, there wasn't much to talk about. Peter
on the other hand now looked to be his parent's age. He had lost the majority of his hair, a vague fuzz still
clung to the top of his head. His beard had a grey streak down the middle of his chin, along with some stray
grey hairs that spread throughout his remaining hair. He had started to pack weight onto his hirsute body and
he was lucky to have found a large shirt that could cover his bulk. He didn't look too happy being the oldest
and fattest in the room, but Fred was having the worst problems. He looked like he'd aged 10 years since
leaving the school, almost surpassing Peter in age. He still had a thick head of hair but it was prematurely
greying at the temples. His fluffy beard was several inches long, the bottom half already a mix of grey and
black hair. He still had some massive muscles but it was hard to deny that they were starting to deteriorate,
his rock-hard abs were softening under his stomach hair and his pecs were slightly less solid. Grant continued
to stare as Fred pulled off his torn pants with one swift movement, his large cock swinging about from the
force. Grant blushed and looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed and quickly got changed into his own clothes.
It wasn't long before they had all left the house and continued towards their scout leader's home. They had to
slow down as Peter was getting worn out from all the running. His furry face was red from exhaustion. Fred
didn't like the sudden interruption as he noticed his stomach was starting to bulge slightly. He and Peter had
to be the same age by now, whereas Harold and Grant were still in their twenties. Harold was putting on a bit
of muscle under his baggy clothing but had barely changed in looks. Grant was also getting muscular, his
sleeves starting to tighten as his biceps and hairy arms swelled. The difference in age was hard to ignore and
as they neared their destination, Fred tried to start up a conversation. "So why do you think Peter and I are
getting older than you two".
Harold shrugged and said "well I didn't finish my pancakes. I only ate half of them without anything on them".
The smaller portion would explain why he had barely aged compared to the others. In fact, he looked like he'd
wasn't aging anymore, a young body that had only recently finished college.
Peter spoke up next to say "I ate all of my pancakes, but I added some syrup to them because I thought they
were a little dry". Maybe it was possible that adding something to the pancakes could of affected the aging
effects they caused. By now, he looked to be 40 years old. His crown was completely devoid of hair, with a
greying horseshoe shape of hair growing around his head. His beard was 50% grey and did little to hide the
multiple chins he'd acquired from all the fat he'd put on, his face round and chubby. His shirt was starting
to ride up over his large hairy belly.
Grant responded "I ate all of my pancakes, but I had nothing on them as well. Maybe adding something makes you
older". Grant was getting close to 30 years old now. He was still lean and muscular with his beard keeping its
trimmed stubble appearance. Grey hairs were starting to creep in but his light blond hair made it difficult to
really notice unless you looked close. Small, faint crows feet were starting to become noticeable at the
corner of his eyes.
Fred coughed to clear his throat and said "Well you didn't eat them all exactly".
"What do you mean by that?".
"Well I may of taken one of your pancakes before you arrived because I was still hungry...". He seemed to be
paying the price for his gluttony as he was definitely now the oldest in the group, having surpassed Peter in
age by a few years. His once impressive body had deteriorated, his stomach swelled outwards and hung over his
jeans, as solid as a rock. His hair had receded by a few inches, leaving him with an M shaped hairline. Most
of the hair that remained and his facial air was rapidly greying, much of its original black colour now white.
Deep lines creased his once youthful face making it hard to believe he was a child at the beginning of the
day.
Grant felt a bit annoyed by his revelation. "Hey, I paid $5 for those pancakes and I didn't even want them!
Well based on that, I guess it's the amount we eat that affects our aging". Before anyone could respond, Grant
had turned onto the drive of someone's house. Fred made his way to the front of the group and knocked on the
door.