This choice: He grows in huge spurts, waking up at least a foot taller • Go Back...Chapter #4He grows in huge spurts, waking up at least a f... by: Unknown Kyle bolted up in the middle of the night, wheezing, something very tight wrapped around his torso and legs. He was greeted with the loud ripping noise of his shirt tearing to shreds and falling to the floor in three or four pieces, torn to shreds. He reached over and to turn on his bedside lamp and see just what had made a loud sound (and why his legs still felt so tight and constricted but now his upper body felt free), and jumped a little as he heard another loud rip. Turning on his light, he gawked at how small his pajama pants now looked. Looking over onto the floor, he saw the stretched and torn remains of his shirt. His bed seemed to make weird, groaning sounds whenever he moved, much more than it usually did; looking around the room, everything seemed strangely smaller than it should be--he took up more space on the bed than he usually did, he'd almost pulled the lamp onto the floor,
Kyle was not just confused by this massive flurry of new information...he was terrified. What the hell had happened? Why did everything look suddenly so small? Why were his clothes so tight? Why...did he have such a large bulge in his pants? The questions swirled around in his head until he let out an exasperated, "What's happening to me?"
He attempted to get up and check himself out in the mirror (whatever was wrong clearly was with him, and not the rest of the room), but his legs were fastened together by his now much to small for him red pajama pants. He reached down and tried to pull them off, but it was no use--they were stuck to him. He sighed heavily as he tried to pull his legs apart, succeeding after a little effort at tearing the pants down the crotch seam. They were still wrapped around his legs, but at least this way he could actually get up, and he managed to hobble his way over to the mirror.
He was shocked by what he saw. In the back of his mind, he suspected that maybe he'd gotten a little growth spurt in the night--he was pretty small for a twelve year old, and had been waiting for his growth spurt to kick in for a while. The change in his size was by no means little, however; he was at least six feet tall now, probably closer to six and a half! He also used to be fairly scrawny--the figure looking back at him from the mirror would never be mistaken for a bodybuilder or anything, but he was definitely more muscular than he'd been. He held up his arm and flexed it a little, audibly gasping at how big it had gotten.
What could have caused this? He couldn't think of anything he'd done over the last day that was really out of the norm, except for...could the wish he made on that shooting star have caused this? He dismissed the thought as ridiculous--it was much more likely that the fox had somehow been exposed to some weird compound in the hamburger he'd had for dinner, and he did think the tap water tasted a little funny...
A loud tearing noise (a sound he was getting all too familiar with hearing at this point...) jarred him from his train of thought. He looked down and saw his right pant leg rip open, followed quickly by his left, leaving him completely nude save for a pair of bright red boxer briefs that were fighting a losing battle to contain his bulge... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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