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Genetically modified milk causes unexpected growth in those who drink it.

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Chapter #8

The next morning

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The next morning, Andy got up and immediately checked on his brother. He was still fast asleep in his bed. The sheets were askew and the blanket was askew as well, but nothing else was out of order, and it seemed like he hadn't grown much bigger than the previous night. However, he looked incredibly uncomfortable due to how big his feet were sticking out of the covers.

Andy shook his brother gently by the shoulders. "Ryan," He whispered gently as if waking up a sleeping baby. "Hey 'big' brother."

The boy stirred slightly but didn't wake up completely.

"We need to get you out of that bed." Andy said as he shook him again harder this time.

Ryan slowly came around, rubbing his eyes and yawning widely, louder than he expected. "Ugh...what time is it?"

"Seven o'clock." Andy said with a smile. "We need to figure out what we're going to do about you. You're probably too big to go to your old school."

Ryan thought for a second, then shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. "Yeah, I guess that's true. But I'm still just ten. They won't throw me out."

"They'll probably send you to the hospital or call the cops or something," Andy shook his head. "We need to figure out a better plan."

Andy quickly got dressed and laid out the biggest loosest t-shirt and shorts he could find in the house for Ryan. "Try putting these on," he said. "I'm gonna go make breakfast." He left Ryan in the room to change clothes and went to the kitchen where he cooked up some oatmeal. He mixed it with some honey and a splash of milk and heated it up in the microwave, then served it up on two bowls. Ryan soon entered the kitchen wearing nothing but the speedoes from last night and a big grin.

"Where are your clothes?" Andy asked with a frown.

"Oh, these? They were too tight." Ryan answered while holding up the shirt and shorts which both had very visible rips in them.

"Okay, I guess," Andy replied. "But you can't go out of the house like that!"

"Why not?" Ryan said. "I'll be fine." And he grabbed both of the bowls Andy had made, one in each hand, and sat down at the table, pouring their contents into his mouth. "Mmmmmm, I'm sooooo hungry!"

"Don't drink it like that!"

The boy had already finished the first bowl, sitting it down and wiping his lips. "Huh?" He said puzzled and looked at Andy with big puppy eyes. "Is this all there is?"

Andy sighed and went into the fridge. He took out a couple of bananas and placed them on the table. "This is all there is." He said in a soft voice, picking up the empty bowl and taking it to the sink. "And that's all for now."

Ryan shrugged and quickly began to peel both bananas while still pouring the second bowl of oatmeal into his mouth. Andy was amazed to see how much Ryan seemed to be eating and how quickly he could put it all away. He felt his own stomach begin to grumble but ignored it for now.

"Mmmm, I'm still hungry," Ryan said as he finished both bananas and sat their peels into the empty bowl on the table. "Let's go out for some pancakes!"

"No! You can't go out like that." Andy replied, feeling a little angry. "We have to think of some way to clothe you!"

"Why can't I just go out naked?" Ryan asked with a grin.

Andy rolled his eyes. "You already stick out like a sore thumb; you can't walk around without clothes too, not if you wanna avoid too much attention."

"What kind of attention?" The boy asked with a curious look on his face.

"You don't want to know."

Ryan gave him an exasperated look then shrugged and started walking towards the living room. "Fine, I'll watch TV while you find something I can wear."

Andy sighed and followed him into the living room, where Ryan immediately went to the TV and sat on the floor in front of it, leaning back against the couch, which creaked slightly but held firm. What could he do in this situation? It was weird enough with Ryan being so big but naked too? No way.

Before he could make up his mind, though, suddenly...
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