Tanner had been sleeping soundly, extending the playtime as a 10-year-old boy even into his dreams.
He didn't appreciate being shook awake by some overgrown...
His eyes flew open wider as he stared up into the face of a stranger that, on closer inspection, looked familiar. "Derrick?"
"Hey, little brother," Derrick shouted.
"What did you do?"
"I borrowed your Chronivac."
Tanner noticed that his brother's briefs were strained to the breaking point due to his new, larger body. Derrick saw him looking. "Oh, yeah. Can I borrow some of your clothes?"
"No, you cannot borrow my clothes. We've got to turn you back."
Tanner leaped off the couch and was starting toward his room when a huge, strong hand closed around his thin wrist. "I don't think so," he said.
Tanner tried to pull free, but his brother was too big and strong.
"You can't play around with the Chronivac."
"You did make it difficult," Derrick said. "What is your password?"
Tanner froze. If Derrick had discovered the password, that meant he had originally meant to change him.
"You're not getting my password!"
Derrick increased his grip on Tanner's wrist.
"Give me your password or I am going to spank you."
Tanner gulped. "Spank me?"
"Yea, but like dad used to tell us grandpa did to him and Uncle George. I'll spank your little bare bottom."
Tanner renewed the useless struggle to break free. "You can't do that!"
"I'm waiting for the password," Derrick said stubbornly. "I'll count to three..."
"One..."