Hearing his doorknob turn, Chris turned around, hoping it would be Nate on the other side. It was. His older brother stopped dead in his tracks at witnessing the muscle behemoth before him. He was tempted to call the police, thinking the person was a burgular of some kind, until he recognized the face.
"Chris? Is that you? What happened?!"
"Don't know," Chris lied, shrugging his incredibly wide shoulders as he continued to grow. "One minute I'm in my room, watching TV and the next, I'm like this."
"Well, come on," Nate told him. "We have to get you to a doctor or something."
"What are you talking about? I feel fine."
"But...But you're..." Nate trailed off, as he watched Chris' body inch upward, his muscles swelling further. He was starting to get a little frightened, as his brother went from the short little runt that he was before to the mountain of muscle he was now, standing six inches taller than Nate and outweighing him by at least 80 pounds.
"What's the matter, Nate?" Chris asked, as he took a few steps forward. "You're not afraid of the new me, are you?"
"This...This can't be happening!" Nate said, backing up to the wall. "This is impossible!"
"Oh, but it is," Chris replied, closing the gap between them, standing mere inches in front of his older brother. "I'm larger than an IFBB pro and I tower above you. AND I'm not through growing yet." Nate watched in horror as his brother grew another inch right in front of his eyes.
"So, what do you say?" chris asked, backing up a little. "Ready for a rematch?"
"Rematch?!" Nate replied. "Are you crazy?! You're HUGE, Chris! You'd destroy me!"
"Oh, come on," the younger brother said, as his muscles swelled again. "I promise to go easy on you."
Seeing no other option, Nate...