As you walk in the house, Randall greets you with a smile. "Thanks, cousin, those boots will really come in handy". "No worries, but I did want to talk to you about them. Something strange is going on. I think Bryan is growing or something." Randall chuckles; "Well sure he is growing, he is at that age!".
You shake your head, "Forget about it". It sounded crazy when you said it out loud. "I'm going to lie down", you tell Randall. You had a bad head ache and thought that might help it. You may on your bed and close your eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
You awake with a start. You glance over at your clock and see you had been sleeping for a few hours. You get up and walk into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. As you too through your cupboards, you hear loud a loud clomping sound on the stairs. A deep voice shouts; "Dad, have you seen my razor? I am sure I packed it". Started by the deepness of the voice, you glance over and see who it was.
You gasp when you see that it was Bryan, however, he looked about 5 or 6 years older! He was shirtless, and had on camo cargo shirts. You saw he was still wearing the hunting boots. He had a can of shaving cream and a towel in his hand. He was getting ready to take a shower.
You see that he is much bigger and beefier than before. He as over 6 feet tall, and his chest was very broad and muscular. His biceps, likewise, Were big and meaty. You saw his bare chest and gasped; it was covered with a rug of hair! The hair was an unbroken like to his stomach, where it spread out and covered his whole ab area, and continue below his waistband. He reached a beefy arm up and scratched the back of his head. With his arm raised, you could see a huge brown bush of pit hair popping out. The bush was matted down with sweat. You also notice that Bryan now had a short brown beard all over his face. Through the thick facial hair, you could see he had a prominent Adams apple, too! Looking at the boots, you were shocked that they didn't look big anymore, in fact they looked like they fit perfectly!
You were in shock. The boy in the car with you today seemed no older than 15 or 16, and he was tiny and lanky. Now, this hulking man stood before you!
"Right here", Randall yelled, as he appears in view. He had a disposable razor in his hand. He tossed it to Bryan, who caught it and went back upstairs, the boots making loud noises.
Randall glanced at you, registering the shock on your face. He chuckled; "Haha, haven't seen him without a shirt in a while, I take it. When was the last time, 3 years ago? 4? Yup he is a really early bloomer. Only 16 years old and look at that rug. I remember teaching him how to shave when he was 11!".
You begin to stammer, trying to explain that the boy you took to get shoes today was so much smaller, not nearly as developed. Hell, his voice hadn't even changed yet! Randall just chuckles, brushes you off, saying that you were acting crazy.
Then you begin to tell him about the shoes. "I know it was the shoes! Why did you get him shoes that were 7 or 8 sizes too big! They look like they fit now! Did you know it would change him?!".
Randall lowered his voice, his demeanor changing. "So, you've figured it out, have you? Be careful, you have no idea what is really going on here". You start to ask another question, when a big hand holding a rag grabs you from behind. The rag is held against your face, and within seconds, everything goes black.
You wake up groggily, glancing around the room, trying to take in your surroundings. You notice your hands and feet are restrained. You look at the table on from of you and gasp; "Oh No"....