Proceeding down to the hotel lounge, the two lads belly up to the counter and order two milks and two hot dogs with everything.
The server sets two humongous glasses of milk in front of the boys, and disappears into the kitchen. The boys get up on their knees on the stools to suck the milk with their straws.
"Ew, this milk tastes funny," said Nick.
"Yeah, but it still tastes good, even if it does taste different," Riley replied smacking his lips.
Both boys resume drinking the milk. Glancing at a poster by the kitchen door, Riley reads: VITAMIN FORTIFIED MILK BUILDS STRONG BODIES. As he sucks his milk up his straw, he does feel stronger. His shirt pulls out of his trousers, he tries to stuff it back in, but the shirt tail is too short for his torso. He feels pain in his legs, and hears a snapping sound. He gets off his knees and sits on his butt. He is amazed that his mouth is now above the straw. He leans down and sucks more delicious liquid down his throat. Cold air cools his exposed abdomen. There is a ripping sound as the seams of his shirt begin to give as his chest widens, and his biceps swell.
He looks over at Nick and sees that he has grown into a muscular young man in ridiculous small clothing. He snickers and looks down at himself and whistles.
"Wuz up?" Nick asks turning toward Riley. His eyes go round and he stares at Riley's sudden growth spurt.
"Talk about "Vitamin Fortified"--this milk is turning us into men!"
"Here are your hot dogs, boys, with the works!" shouts the server setting down two footlong hotdogs covered with relish, pickles, onions, mustard, ketchup, tomatoes, and oysters. He doesn't seem to notice that his patrons have gone from elementary school age to high school seniors in just a couple of minutes, or at least it doesn't seem unusual to him.