When the clock flipped over to six am, the now all too familiar song was playing on the radio, and Lucas new that the day had once again rebooted. His mind raced wondering why this is happening over and over, and also wondered what might have changed this time. He looked around nothing seemed different at the moment, but then again nothing ever did until he got to his brothers baseball game.
His thoughts were then interrupted by a wonderful smell of breakfast wafting from down stairs. Now that was different his mom rarely cooked breakfast but he wasn't about to complain about that and he ran downstairs passing his brothers room to get some fresh breakfast. His mouth watered at the sight. There was a huge pile of scrambled eggs, pancakes, three types of breakfast meats; bacon, sausage, and porkroll; hashbrown, and two larger pitchers of milk and OJ. He felt like diving face first into the table of food, he ran up to it but was stopped by his mother before he could get at it.
"Ah ah ah; You know that's not for you that's for you brother." she chastised. Lucas made a face "What?! all this for that little twerp?!" he whined as he heard loud heavy thumping around upstairs. 'jeez he must be jumping around up there' Lucas thought to himself. Then turned back towards his mother "Then what do i get to eat?" and she hands you a small bowl of boring tasteless oatmeal. "Why cant i have some of that?" he whines again. His mother turns around with an annoyed look on her face "You know full well we cant afford to feed Jordan and you the same things!"
Lucas is sitting at the table just playing with the oatmeal not wanting to eat it but his stomach grumbling in hunger from the smell of the delishious food on the table. Once again he heard the loud heavy thumps this time coming down the stairs. "There's my little man" his mom coos at Jordan. When Lucas looks up he is absolutely dumbfounded by what he sees. His brother is massive is almost every way imaginable. "I'm ready for this game! no one can stop me!" he gloats, and Lucas and only agree thats is probably true. Jordan is huge standing 6'9" and his clothes are like a second skin stretched over the titanic muscles that cover his body. He stretches with his bat over his shoulders behind his back, this pose clearly shows the cobra-hood like lats that he now possesses and the massive boulders of power that are his biceps.
Jordan sits down at the table and starts to quickly down the huge meal that was specially made for him. Shoveling food into his mouth and chugging milk from the pitcher. Lucas can only stare in shock and awe at this new form of his little brother. But it clear that he maybe younger but he is obviously not the little brother anymore. When he is finally done he pats his rock hard abs "Now that was a good breakfast, a little small but good." 'Small?! is he crazy?!' Lucas cant help but think to himself. Jordan leaves the table to start to get changed for the game today leaving Lucas still shocked and looking around for maybe a few leftovers to eat but there is nothing left.
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