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Chris had meant to grab a glass of water. That was all. But halfway down the hall, a noise stopped him — a slow, rhythmic creak of bedsprings and a soft, strangled sound that didn’t sound quite right.

He hesitated outside Jamies room, hand hovering near the doorknob. he listened he heard it again beneath the door came another sound — fabric stretching to its limit.

He nudged the door open a few inches.

Jamies lying in his bed, breathing hard. His body seemed to… shift. The fabric of his shirt stretched taut across him, seams whining. Chris’s first thought was that the lighting was playing tricks on him — his little brother couldn’t possibly look that… large.

But then the muscles in Jamie’s shoulders flexed again, fuller, heavier, straining the cotton until it looked ready to tear. Chris’s breath caught. He couldn’t look away.

Then Jamie shot forward head tilted back, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His shirt was stretching to its limit, seams whining as muscles swelled beneath it — broad shoulders and arms that looked like they were growing by the second. His once-loose pajamas clung to him like shrink-wrap, every movement accompanied by another soft rrrip or pop of thread.

“What’s happening to me…?” Jamie murmured under his breath.

Chris didn’t answer. He just watched, frozen, the air between them heavy with the unreal. The sight wasn’t frightening, exactly — but it made his heart pound. His brother looked like... fuck it hurt to say it... HOT.

Chris finally stepped back, quietly easing the door shut before Jamie could notice.

He stood there in the hallway, staring at the wood grain of the door, trying to slow his breathing... noticing his tented pjs

fuck... the mornings gonna be tough.