Tom took the now heated milk out of the microwave and walked over to his mother's bedroom.
"Mom?" called. There was a long yawn. "Come in" said his mother. He opened the door and found her just waking up. She was a petite woman who was about 5'3, and had long brown hair. She appeared(unsurprisingly) to be in her loose fitting pajamas. "Hey honey," She said in a very groggy voice with a tired smile. "Is that my medicine?" She jokingly asked. "Yeah, mom, here you go," he said as she took the cup. "Oh thank you, I'm parched!" She said as she quickly took a long drink. "Mmmm," she said, the pleasure in her voice obvious "it taste a lot better than normal" Tom smiled, it was good to see his mother feeling better. "Well, I'll be here if you need me mom," he said as he was about to leave the room, when suddenly his mother's stomach growled very loudly.
"Mom...are you feeling ok?" he asked nervously, "You know, a lot better. Actually now that you mention it, I do feel a little strange..." She yawned again and got out of bed, and stretched to her full height. Wait, Caleb thought from behind her; her head is level with mine. Shocked, he looked closer. Wait is she, Growing? "God, these pajamas are really tight," she said...