This choice: After eating, you go to sleep. • Go Back...Chapter #7Dinner and then sleep. by: mythgun   You sat at the dining table, feeling mind-blown again, but also slightly disgusted. You just watched your younger brother eat (if it could be called that) more food in one hour than you could handle in a day.
Your brother looks at you, smiling. “That was so tasty! You really are the best, bro!” He says, rubbing his abs. Since he was not wearing anything besides his swimming trunks, you could see that his stomach, full of so much food, barely changed the shape of his belly, looking almost as ripped and muscular as earlier in the day, as if he hadn’t eaten as much as he did. You can’t help but voice your thoughts aloud.
Your brother smirks. “That’s cuz all of my muscles are much stronger and harder, and same with my organs. If I wanted, I could swallow bones, and they’d be crushed to pieces. So, I can eat a lot and the food just gets compressed while it’s being digested.”
“That’s insane” is the only thing that comes out of your mouth.
What both of you didn’t know was that Alex’s gastric acids were now so strong that they could dissolve metal, and the only thing strong enough to handle them was Alex’s own flesh. In addition, he absorbed a lot more stuff from what he ate and his digestive system worked a lot faster, so it was easier for him to grow bigger.
Alex just chuckles and stands up. The top of his head still doesn’t reach above your chest, but knowing he’s still a lot stronger than you makes you feel slightly intimidated when he approaches you. He looks at your chest and touches it, making you feel a bit of pain, but nowhere near what you felt a couple hours ago. Still, you
wince a bit.
He quickly retracts his hand, muttering “sorry” and looking guilty.
“It’s nothing,” you say. He still looks at your chest with worry, and you can’t help but smile, feeling happy that your brother really cares about you, even if he was a little too rough with you. “I’m feeling tired so I’m going to sleep in a bit, you want to stay up?” You ask. You didn’t feel really tired, not physically, but you wanted to go to bed and let your mind process everything that happened. Maybe try to jog your memory too, see if you could remember anything.
“Nah, I’m going to sleep too.” He says, letting out a yawn, while you stand up and take the dishes to the kitchen.
“OK. I’ll take care of this, you go to- wait, where do you sleep?” You ask, since you have only seen one bedroom, and while the bed in your room is big enough, you don’t think it would be a good idea to share it. Alex tends to be a bit... clingy, during his sleep. He grabs his pillow, his blankets, anything within reach while he sleeps. Before, that wasn’t a problem. You even had thought it was cute the few times he had nightmares and came to your bedroom asking if he could sleep with you and ended up burying his head in your chest. Now, his bare hands were stronger than your whole body. You are not going to risk being crushed in Alex’s arms during your sleep.
“Oh, there is another bedroom, right in front of yours. That’s where I sleep.” He answers, while you wash the dishes. Your parents both worked all day since Alex entered elementary school, so you learned early on how to do some basic house chores and didn’t feel any kind of shame for doing them, unlike some of your school friends, who thought they were ‘a woman’s job’.
“All right, I’ll see you in the morning, then.” You wish him good night as Alex leaves, a slightly muffled yawn escaping him as he goes to his room.
As you’re left alone, you think back to everything that happened since morning. Still hard to believe, yet very real.
Even as you try to focus on your chores, the memory of Alex’s muscles pressed against your body, their impossible size and definition, and the ridiculous strength he had, has you growing a boner.
The last plate is clean and immediately you go to your room and close the door. Thankful that Alex had already gone to asleep, you can’t help but look down at the tent that had built. Just about to take care of the problem, you stop immediately and remind yourself that Alex is your brother.
Opening the door, you slip into the hallway, looking for the bathroom. Taking a cold shower seems like a good idea to get rid of your troubles. You stop, looking into Alex’s room and see…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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