This choice: Dave shoots Tim again, but Tim only grows larger. • Go Back...Chapter #8Dave shoots Tim again, but Tim only grows larger. by: milkbaby   Dave stood there, watching his brother’s muscles tense up as he stretched. What had he done?! If his brother used to pick on him before this latest change, then how much more of a living hell would Timmy create for him now? He looked so powerful, like he could punch through a brick wall if he wanted.
Maybe there was something wrong with the wand, Dave reasoned. He smacked it a few times against his open palm, hoping to knock loose any bugs that might have caused it to malfunction in the first place.
Satisfied, he then pointed the wand at Tim again and went with his original intention, for Timmy to know what it would be like to be the smaller brother for once.
The wand sprang to life and struck Tim. Dave prayed the wand would work right this time, but just like before, his brother’s muscles began to expand, only this time he grew taller as well. Dave watched in horror as his brother’s back and shoulder muscles swelled out in all directions. His arms, legs and chest were obscured by the couch, but Dave guessed that they, too, were growing just as large.
Tim sat back down on the couch, folding his arms across his chest and resumed watching TV with his friends. As time progressed, however, Dave watched as the couch they were sitting on continually became longer and wider to support Tim’s growing weight.
Dave stood there, terrified, as his brother continued growing for the next minute or so. He wanted to leave, to go back upstairs and rejoin his friends, but Dave was afraid to move, afraid he would step on a weak board in the floor and draw attention to himself. He was frozen in place, amazed at how large Tim was growing. The width of his shoulders was unreal and he had to be around a foot taller than his friends.
“I’m going to go get a soda,” Tim said, as his growth finally stopped. He stood up and turned toward the kitchen.
“Oh, crap!” Dave thought to himself, as he started running off, only to hear his brother call out to him.
“Hey! What are you doing down here?” Tim asked, as Seth and John turned their heads to see what was happening. Dave stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned around to face his brother. He was terrified to find out just how large he had unintentionally made Tim and didn’t want to think about what was coming next.
Tim started walking over to his brother and with each step, it seemed as if the entire house was shaking. Dave didn’t know if it was partially due to his nerves or if Tim actually was able to make the house shake when he walked, but Dave was genuinely scared.
“This has to be a nightmare,” Dave thought to himself, as his gargantuan brother was bearing down on him, a scowl on his face. Tim was more than double the width of Dave now and looked to weigh a little more than 450 pounds of solid muscle.
“How many times have I told you NOT to disturb me when I’m with my friends?” Tim asked angrily, pointing a finger down at Dave and tensing his biceps, which had to be 26 inches around, for effect. “I’ve warned you what would happen if that ever happened again.”
Dave started backing up, trying to make his way towards the stairs, when he realized the top of his head barely reached the middle of his brother’s humongous chest. He had to be close to a foot and a half shorter than Tim, with Tim standing around 5’9”, if Dave guessed correctly.
“Get over here,” Tim exclaimed, moving forward in one swift motion and grabbing Dave by the waist of his pants, before lifting him off the ground effortlessly and raising his arm until the two siblings were face to face.
“You know what happens when you break one of my rules,” Tim said, smiling mischievously, before making a fist with his free hand and cocking his arm back. Dave closed his eyes, expecting to be punched in the face, when he heard a familiar voice.
“Tim! You put your older brother down now!”
It was their mother. “Thank God,” Dave thought to himself. Tim did as he was told and put his brother back on the ground.
“You go back upstairs, Davie,” their mother said. “I’ll take care of Tim.”
Dave slowly made his way upstairs. He had been humiliated by his 9 year old brother and almost beaten up by him, too. He was on the verge of tears, thinking about the helplessness of his situation, but tried his best to keep them in as he approached his bedroom door.
“Maybe later I can try to use the wand again,” Dave thought to himself, as he wiped a trickle of mucus from his nose. “Hopefully it’ll work the way it’s supposed to and I can return everything back to normal.”
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