Stan yawned as he went down the familiar staircase and into the living room.
He took a second for him to notice his mother was on the couch.
"Hey, mom..." he said in a groggy tone
She looked up. "Oh, hi sweetie!" she appeared to be wearing a very loose pajama t-shirt, as well as gray sweatpants and her reading glasses. She was sitting on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, and she was drinking her mourning coffee while reading a book.
He sat down with a sigh.
"How is the coffee?" he asked, after a few moments of silence
"Oh it's wonderful! I tried that new sweetener with it." she paused "I think it was called...Gx...or something."
Wait...What? He thought to himself, Where did she...?
He looked behind the couch, and saw the distinct white package on the table, torn open.
Oh crap, he thought.
"What is it hon?" Mom asked, as she took another sip. It almost seemed to tingle as it ran down her throat, she noticed
"Oh, um, nothing..." Stan tried to act as casual as possible.
"Mom," he asked carefully "are you...feeling ok?"
"Of course! I actually feel wonderful." she suddenly closed her eye's and shivered "Well, I guess now that you mention it, my stomach has been bothering me a bit." she rubbed her belly as it made it made a soft growl.
Stan was a little worried now.
"Mom, how does your stomach feel?" he was more than a little curious
"Hmm," she thought "I'm not sure, I've never really felt it before."
She paused for a moment.
"I might need to lay down for a bit..." for the first time, she was a bit nervous
"Yeah..." said Stan, concerned for his mother
She stood up and begin to walk to her room, with Stan following her.
As she put her hand on the door, she shivered again, and bent slightly.
"Mom..." he put a hand on her shoulder, and was shocked by what her felt.
Her shoulder was trembling slightly, but it felt like it was...expanding. He saw that her shirt was not nearly as loose as it once was, and it now seemed to be shifting as her shoulder's broadened and her frame lengthened.
Suddenly, the shaking stopped, and she sighed in relief, standing up again.
For the first time in two years, Stan was the same height as his mom.
"Oh," she yawned loudly "I think I really need a...nap."
She opened her bedroom door, and lay down.
Stan pulled her cover's up, concern in his face obvious.
"Mom, are you still feeling ok?" he asked nervously
"Sure, hon," she mumbled, drifting off "Never...better..."
Stan looked at his mother's sleeping figure, trying to figure out what was happening.
"She was 5'2 before, and now she's...5'8?" he remembered what the package said "It said 5-6 growth spurts, each adding about 6 inches..." he did the math "Oh god, she's gonna be huge."
He heard a soft moan, and he looked back down.
His mother was indeed moaning slightly, and he could see her shifting under the cover's.
He could only watch as she tossed and turned slightly, then stretched out fully.
Stan was shocked to see her feet peak out the other end of the bed.
She stopped moaning, and relaxed once again, letting loose the tension in her body with a long sigh.
He looked at her now humongous feet. They still had their slender shape, but they had grown to what looked like...size 12?
He looked at her sleeping figure once more, and was very curious on what else had happened.
A little sheepishly, he peaked under her cover's
She was huge! Her "loose" t-shirt was now staining against her body, her frame too broad for it's size. It also had rode up her side quite a bit, showing her flat stomach and belly button. Her sweatpants were even more strained, and they came up midway to her ankles. She also seemed to have even broader shoulder's and wider hips than he remembered...
He looked at her again, deciding what to do...