You hear the boxer's snap and feel your heart sink.
Mike lets out a moan and rolls over to his side and opens his eyes and sees you and lets out another moan and slowly sits up.
"Hey little bro," Mike says scratching his hairy expanded belly.
"Hey," you say nervous," looks like those boxers don't fit you any more."
Mike looks down at his skin tight boxers and ripped waistband and says," Yeah, nothing fits me anymore. I'm getting big."
"You've always been big," you comment.
"True," Mike smiles with his whisker filled face," and you've always been the little brother."
"Happens," you sigh.
"Well aren't you gonna give me a welcome home hug?" asks Mike with a smile.
"Sure," you smile and set down the Wishing Powder drink on the dresser next to some huge tighty whites and walk closer to Mike as he stands up you feel really small next to him. He's 6'2" and you're just 6' tall, but he looks like a red wood and you're just a twig.
Mike then wraps his huge arms around you and holds you close to his furry belly and squeezes hard.
"I missed you little bro," Mike smiles and lifts you off the ground.
"I missed you too big guy," you choke out since it feels like Mike is squeezing all the air out of your lungs.
Mike sets you down and still holds you close for a nice long hug and asks," So that drink over there made me bigger."
Your heart sinks to your feet.
"Don't mind if I try it do you?" Mike asks.
Mike lets go of you.
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