This choice: Yes, Kyle reaches for the orb again, wanting to be even bigger! • Go Back...Chapter #5Yes, Kyle reaches for the orb again, wanting to... by: Jeremy P. Shaw   As your now giant 10-year-old brother, Kyle, holds you close to his chest, your legs and feet dangle about two feet above the floor. Your feet just hang there in front of his legs, just above his knees. “This is SO humiliating. Thank goodness that nobody is here to see this.”, you think to yourself.
You get more annoyed at your brother. You yell at Kyle but your face is buried in his shirt and your mouth is muffled, “Kyle, put me down!” Kyle pretends to not be able to understand what you’re saying “What was that, ‘big’ brother?” and giggles at you some more, which only makes you more annoyed. “Kyle, I mean it! Put me down right now!”
Since Kyle is still standing at full height, you do your best to look down at the floor to see if dropping from this height would be safe. You can just see over his arms and you’re able to determine that he stands just a little over eight feet tall as the crown of his head is grinding into the ceiling, which is 8 feet above the floor. He continues talking down to you as if you were a toy and treating you like a baby. Then, Kyle looks back down over at your machine and another mischievous idea crosses through his mind. About a foot-and-a-half above your head, another mischievous smile spreads on Kyle’s face. “This is getting boring.”, said Kyle, once again his voice caused the windows to vibrate and shook the entire room a little. “I’ve got a much BETTER idea!”
Suddenly, Kyle lets go of you and you drop to the floor. You manage to land on your feet with a bit of thud. “Ugh!” You’re okay and you quickly regain your balance and stand up just as Kyle walks over to your machine again. You yell at Kyle again and order him to get away from the machine “Kyle, get away from my machine! We shouldn’t use it until I adjust the settings and run some tests on it to make sure that it’s adjusted to shrink you down to normal size again!” Upon hearing you yell that at him, Kyle gets an annoyed look on his face. Then he gets angry at you again at yells “I’m not going to let you turn me into a shrimp again! You’ll just make fun of me and bully me more!”
Now you’re angry with your brother and worried about what he’s going to do. “Kyle, you’re too big! If you make yourself any larger, you’ll wreck the house! There’s no telling what a second blast will do to you or how large it will make you!” You walk up to Kyle and tug on his shirt to try to distract him from using your machine, but he pushes you away with one hand and very little effort. You get knocked back four feet to the floor, the wind has been knocked out of you and your chest is slightly sore from the impact. Kyle stands at the controls of the machine, right near the orb, and just like he did the first time, he makes sure that no one and nothing else is closer to the machine than he is. As you sit up and catch your breath, you watch in horror as Kyle reaches for the activation button again. You yell “Kyle, no! Don’t do it! I’m sorry that I…” Kyle replies “Too late, ‘big’ brother.”, his voice shaking the entire room.
Once again, Kyle activates the machine. Just like the first time, as soon as Kyle pressed the button, a bright laser shot out from the orb directly towards him. The beam struck Kyle in the chest while filling your vision and the entire room with a blinding light blur for a moment. You quickly shield your eyes again with your hand, though you can still only see the bright white blur as you hear the machine make a familiar loud WHOOOSH followed by a sudden THOOM, and then... silence. The machine goes silent once again. This time, however, the entire house instantly begins to shake, the floor begins to creak, plaster powder and dust, and now large chunks of ceiling and wood start falling onto the floor. “This feels great!”, Kyle says with a lot of enthusiasm. You notice that his voice is even louder and more amplified than before. Powder and dust start to coat the entire room and you. You cough a few times, “Oh yes, things could definitely get a LOT worse. Mom and dad are going to kill me.” you think to yourself.
You watch helplessly in horror as Kyle quickly squats down in an attempt to avoid growing through the ceiling, but his efforts are instantly wasted as he continues to grow too big for the room. He grows to 10 feet tall in a matter of seconds. He continues growing so big that his proportionate size makes him too heavy for the second floor of the house to support his weight.
You immediately start covering up and protecting the machine to prevent it from getting damaged. In your panic, you consider the very likely possibility that Kyle will indeed outgrow the house, which would damage or even destroy your machine. “If I don’t get this thing out of the house, it will surely be destroyed. I’ve got to keep my machine safe. It’s the only way to return Kyle to his normal size and end this nightmare.”, you think to yourself. You start taking your machine, your equipment and all of its components out of the house as fast as you can. Thankfully, you had thought ahead and designed and built the main array (the part with the orb and its controls) as a removeable chassis for easier assembly / disassembly and storage. Fortunately, this also came in quite handy in cases of emergencies, which is exactly what this situation was and is.
You carefully slide the main array out of its chassis and carefully carry it downstairs as fast yet as carefully as possible. It took both of your hands to hold it and it weighed about 90 pounds, but you managed to get it out of the house safely in a matter of minutes. You carried it as far away from the house as possible and set it down at the end of the driveway, but keeping it in sight.
As you continue to evacuate the rest of your machine and its components from the house, Kyle’s head grows right through the ceiling, “Ugh!”, he exclaims. Then his shoulders, then his torso and the rest of his body follows, breaking through more of the ceiling and right through the attic until his head hits the roof. “Ow!” “Uh-oh.”, Kyle says out loud. “Ugh! Ow!” His head pushes its way through the roof with the sound of cracking wood and shingles. He passes 12 feet tall and continues to grow at an alarming rate. You watch as Kyle completely outgrows the house and wrecks it.
Kyle grows to 14 feet tall and steps out of the holes and rubble that his body created and walks out in front of what’s left of your house. Each step he takes is larger than the one before. He is now 15 feet tall and watches in awe and joy as everything in sight shrinks smaller and smaller before his very eyes, from his perspective, anyway. He loves every second of his growth spurt. Kyle yells “Yeah! This is AWESOME, Brandon! I feel great! It didn’t do anything bad to me at all! Thank you, ‘big’ brother! I wasn’t big enough before!” in a louder, reverberating voice. “You don’t THINK it did anything bad to you! Weren’t big enough?!”, you yell up to Kyle. Kyle sticks his giant tongue out at you and blows a raspberry at you (which you feel as it vibrates your body a little). “Weren’t big enough…”, you mutter to yourself. “But what do you know, you dummy? You’re just my kid brother.”, you think to yourself. You scream at Kyle “Look what you did to the house, you little brat! You’ve destroyed our house – our home! Mom and dad are going to be furious with both us!”
Kyle has stopped growing and stands a little over 16 feet tall. You watch in both awe and horror as your younger brother gets an angry look on his face, looks down at you, gets on his hands and knees and brings his face down to you – right in your face. His mouth is now wider than you are tall. His breath wafts over you like a hot breeze that smells like peanut butter. He scolds you, raising his voice to deafening levels (the volume of his voice hurts your ears) “I AM NOT LITTLE! And I’m NOT a brat!”, he emphasizes. You cover your ears as he continues to emphasize his point. “YOU’RE the LITTLE brother! I’M the BIG brother NOW!”, he yells at you. “And don’t you forget it.”, he warns you. Then he pushes you with his index finger, knocking you down on your butt again. His voice shattered the front windows of your house, neighboring houses within a 20-yard radius and several windows of various parked vehicles along both sides of the street. Several car alarms were also set off.
“How am I going to explain all of this mom and dad?”, you think to yourself. “How am I gonna to tell ‘em that their youngest son was enlarged to be bigger than a two-story house?!”, you think to yourself in a panic. “You’ll ALWAYS be the little brother to me, Kyle!”, you yell up to him. Kyle spots your machine and controls in the driveway and gets that mischievous idea again. “Oh yeah? Well maybe I haven’t made myself BIG ENOUGH! Let’s see how big I have to grow myself to MAKE you see that I’M the big brother from now on.”, Kyle retorts.
You notice him looking towards the driveway with a smile on his face and figure out what he’s got in mind. “Oh no. Not again!”, you think out loud. You start running as fast as you can towards your machine. Kyle starts walking toward it, reaching for it.
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