It was 8:29am in the Wright residence. Wilson Wright walked up from the basement where he made his experiments. He held a large bottle of a liquid that was dark purple. As he walked into the kitchen he saw his wife, Veruca, cooking a large breakfast for their son Lewis, consisting of pancakes, sausage, bacon, and scrapple.
"Honey, I think it got it," Wilson exclaimed as he held out the bottle.
"What is that dear," asked Veruca as she finished the last piece of scrapple.
"I made this formula for our son. This should help him with this small and unhealthy figure."
"Honey, that's great news! How do we give it to him?"
Wilson thought about it for a moment, then noticed a saucer of maple syrup by the pancakes.
"This might work," he said as he poured a small amount inside and stirred it all up.
"Are you sure it'll work for our Lewis," asked Veruca as she brought the food to the table.
"It should. I already tested the formula on three mice downstairs and they swelled to the size of Italian sausages."
Their conversation was interrupted as they heard faint footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Wilson hid the formula behind the toaster while Veruca placed the rest of the food on the kitchen table. Lewis groggily rubbed his eyes to wake himself up, then sat down to eat his breakfast, only to be interrupted by his mother walking up to him.
"Good morning sweetie," his mother said as she kissed him on the head gently.
"Morning," groaned Lewis, feeling miserable.
"I hope you're hungry, I made a big breakfast just for you!"
"Ugh... mom, you know I can't eat all of this..."
"Oh honey, at least try. Here, have some syrup with your pancakes."
As she poured the syrup all over the pancakes, his father smiled as he was about to witness a miracle in the making. Lewis sighed as he took his fork and dug into a piece. He took a small bite and chewed for a short while.
What seemed like an average breakfast soon changed as he took another bite, starting to savor the taste. Then he dug into it again, taking bigger scoops and bigger bites, enjoying every taste of it. Each pancake was beginning to disappear into his mouth. He just couldn't get enough!
As he finished off the last of the pancakes, his parents smiled to each other as he was able to eat the tower of flapjacks by himself. He sponged up the last of the syrup on his plate with a lonely slice of pancake left over, then munched it away like it was nothing. He patted his tummy gently, only to notice it was bulging out of his pajamas, his navel fully exposed.
Before he could even say anything, he felt a shudder creep from his belly all the way towards his spine and all over the rest of his body. Then, his body began to grow.
His body began to stretch upwards, reaching higher and higher, as his belly and body began to fill out more, causing his pajamas to feel tighter. The buttons began to stretch from his expanding figure, almost ready to pop off. But soon his growth spurt began to fade away, as he grew to a height of 6 feet 3 inches, which was a little higher than his folks were.
He stood up and saw he stood above his parents, who looked up at him with awe and pride. He then looked down to see his belly look much bigger than before, blocking his view of his feet, as the girth had become somewhat exposed as it was still constrained by the set of buttons that held on tightly.
"Whoa," Lewis exclaimed, "This is weird... but so cool... What happened?"
"My experiment worked wonders, that's what happened," his father said with excitement.
"My little baby's grown so big," said his mother, beaming with pride.
"You guys did this to me? How?"
Wilson reached behind the toaster and pulled out his formula, which still had plenty left inside the jug.
"This formula is what helped made you grow," he explained, "it's meant to help increase your weight and height."
"You looked so unhealthy and unhappy," Veruca said with concern, "We wanted to be sure you were becoming a growing, healthy boy. And with this formula, you became such a big boy!"
Lewis held his body and observed his new surroundings. He felt weird having a big belly in his way, but it felt good to feel it jiggle. And his height was certainly something to get used to, but it didn't bother him at all.
In fact, he was starting to love it...
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