This choice: The next morning, Mike has already started to noticeably grow! • Go Back... Ray was so exhausted from the day's events he didn't so much as flinch when there came a knock on his door. Mike was no fool and had seen the hurt in his brother's eyes as he turned and ran upstairs, getting away from him. He had stood there, a dismayed expression on his face for a moment, his heart beating fast, before he ran up the stairs after him, knocking softly on the door.
"Ray?" He said quietly, not even using any of the usual pet names he had for his older brother. "Are you okay in there?"
When he got no answer, he knocked again, a little louder, scared of hearing Ray's angry voice shouting at him. When there was still no sound from within, he gently opened the door, peeking inside. The room was dark, the shades already drawn, blocking out the last light of the evening. Mike hesitated and then walked into the room, over to his brother's bedside. "Ray?" He said again, his voice sounding unnaturally loud in the pure silence of the room. This time, Mike received an answer in the form of a soft snore, his brother's tear streaked face finally peaceful in his dreamless sleep. Mike smiled a little sadly and gently rubbed his brother's arm. "Sleep tight little bro." He said, kissing his brother on the cheek before leaving the room. He only stayed up for an hour or so longer, eating some leftovers that were in the fridge that were easy to heat up. By the time it was fully dark outside, he was in his pajamas and in bed, snoring within minutes.
The next morning Ray woke up first, his head feeling a little groggy, his stomach growling fiercely from having missed eating dinner last night. He groaned slightly, touching a hand to his gut before looking over at his brother's bed. Mike was still fast asleep, body sprawled out on top of his bed, covers kicked everywhere. His mouth was wide open as he snored, his short black hair mussed up. Ray noticed that his pajamas had gotten tangled up as well as he slept, the shirt riding halfway up his torso, revealing his abs once again, that feeling from last night briefly flaring up inside Ray. It was hard to be jealous and angry at his brother while he looked so peaceful. With the clarity of a new morning, Ray realized that he had something else he needed to worry about for now. Mike had drunk the stimulant before it had time to fully stabilize, meaning that the stimulant's effects were going to be greatly amplified. He had to make absolutely sure his brother wasn't going to have any medical problems. He would worry about the other effects later...
He quickly got dressed and headed downstairs, pulling some eggs out of the fridge along with a package of sausages and some orange juice. After turning the stove top on and dropping some butter into a frying pan, he pulled the toaster out of the appliance garage (the little area underneath the hanging cupboards that held all their smaller appliances) and deposited two pieces of bread in the first two slots. He had just finished pouring himself a glass of orange juice when he heard the butter beginning to sizzle in the pan. With a few quick motions, the butter was spread all over the frying pan, coating it completely. Ray cracked two eggs immediately into the butter, letting them fry while he pulled out another pan to cook the sausages in. It was the picture of a perfect, serene morning, the morning light shining in through the kitchen window, marred only by Ray's expression of guilt, worry, residual anger and jealousy...and just a touch of the fear of the unknown.
He was brought out of these thoughts by the sound of energetic footsteps on the stairs, Mike appearing with a grin on his face, not yet dressed. "Morning little guy!" He said brightly, back to his old rambunctious self this morning. "How'd you sleep?"
Ray sighed, not even looking at his brother, and said, "Fine Mike. How did you sleep?"
"Great!" was the cheerful reply, the sound of footsteps approaching Ray. "I'm REALLY hungry though! Can you make me some breakfast too? Please?"
There was a strange tinge of...excitement to Mike's voice as he asked this question, as though he was planning some kind of surprise. With a feeling of trepidation, Ray turned around, finding himself face to grinning face with his "little" brother! Ray's mouth dropped open again in pure shock, Mike's already wide grin getting even wider, an excited twinkle in his eye. "I knew it! Look little bro! We're the same height! That's so cool!"
Before Ray could say anything, he felt Mike's strong arms wrap around his waist, lifting him up into the air even more easily than he normally did, his younger brother laughing all the while. "Wow, you feel so LIGHT! I can't believe it! Am I finally getting a growth spurt?"
"M-Mike!" Ray shouted, finally finding his voice. "Put me down! Now!"
"Nuh uh! Not until you say "please"." He said with a cheeky grin, looking up at his brother, his arms tightening.
"I'm not going to--"
"Say please!"
"Rrgh!"
"Say it!"
"FINE! PLEASE put me down!" Ray barked out.
Mike giggled and let his brother drop to the floor. "See that wasn't so hard."
Ray steadied himself against the stove, nearly upsetting the eggs and sausages before pressing a hand against Mike's chest, pushing him away. "Look just....sit down. I'll explain everything after breakfast."
"Ooooh, so you DO know something about this!" Mike said, looking at his brother in slight awe. "Okay! I'm going to get dressed and stuff then!"
With that, he scampered away, Ray taking in how small his pajamas were. It wasn't just that the shirt had been hiked up, it actually only covered his brother's chest, his already athletic arms looking even bigger stuffed into sleeves that were too tight. The hems of the pants were wrapped tight around his calves as well. Ray shook his head, his heart beating wildly again. After only one night...Mike had already grown five inches taller! This was blowing the projections he had originally made out of the water! The fact that Mike was younger, already naturally gifted, AND hadn't even experienced puberty for himself yet was all obviously playing a part in this immense growth. Ray tried to run some calculations in his head but the numbers just kept coming out too....BIG! There was no way that Mike would possibly end up THAT huge...was there?
His thoughts were interrupted by Mike's reappearance, dressed in oddly familiar clothes..."Hey! Are you wearing my clothes?" Ray asked, giving his brother a stern look.
"Sorry small fry but I can't FIT into any of my other clothes!" Mike said, shrugging, heading into the bathroom. "Maybe by tomorrow even this stuff will be too small!"
As nervous as Ray was, Mike was equally excited. It was only a few minutes longer before breakfast was ready and Mike ran out of the bathroom, his hair gelled up into spikes once more. He sat down eagerly at the table and picked up his silverware, practically bouncing as Ray gave him his portion. Soon, both brothers were eating, Mike moving a mile a minute while Ray moved more slowly, savoring it. By the time Ray was only a quarter through with his plate, Mike was letting out a loud belch, holding his plate up. "More please!" He immediately said.
Ray stopped with a bit of sausage halfway up to his mouth and said, "Let me finish mine first."
Mike sighed theatrically, letting his plate down, his belly audibly rumbling. He impatiently watched as Ray finished about half the plate before saying, "But you're taking FOREVER! Pleeeeease just get me a little more?"
Mike was forbidden by their parents to use the stove on his own. He wasn't a dumb or clumsy kid but his boundless energy always seemed to end with him getting burned or food getting dropped to the floor. Thus it was Ray's perpetual mission to tend to the cooking. The only upside of this was that it had allowed him to gain some culinary skills he otherwise wouldn't have had. He let his fork and knife fall to the plate with a clatter, snatching Mike's plate and filling it up with the rest of the food on the stove, thrusting it back at Mike in annoyance.
"Thanks little bro!"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"
"Well...by tomorrow it might be actually TRUE!" Mike replied with a grin, shoveling more food into his mouth.
The thought chilled Ray, imagining having to look UP at his younger brother. He was already manhandled like a toy sometimes by his brother, what would their dynamic be like when Mike inevitably grew? Ray pushed his plate aside, no longer feeling hungry, Mike eagerly taking the leftovers and adding them to his own. Once he was finished, Ray took both plates, rinsing them off before sticking them into the dishwasher. "Alright Mike! I'm ready to tell you all about what's going on. But first, you have to have a little physical."
Mike groaned and said, "I HATE physicals!"
"I know, but it's the only way to make sure you're still healthy." Ray said, slapping him lightly on the back. "Come on, get up. Into the basement."
Ray was by no means a doctor, but he knew enough about the human body to at least be able to tell that Mike's body wasn't going to suffer organ failure or have a heart attack. If that was truly in the future, the symptoms would start showing almost immediately. The two brother's made their way into the basement, Mike pulling off his shirt, tossing it over the back of Ray's desk chair and sitting on a stool. "Okay...go ahead."
Ray picked up his instruments and began the physical. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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