Walking to the living room and sitting down, you realize your seat is softer than you remember. Getting up, you notice a new heft that you never had before. Taking both hands, you take a chunk of your ass and squeeze, only to find it's grown to twice its original size. Had he all gone back here? Squeezing once more, you begin to find it rather pleasurable. Rubbing it, you suddenly feel something wet the front of your shirt.
You stop and look down at your shirt. Milk has begun to leak from your nipples! 'How did that happen', you wonder.
You don't have long to ponder, as you hear a car pull into the driveway. Running upstairs and changing as fast as you can, you run back down to find your parents putting away groceries. They don't seem to notice you, your missing brother, or his new form. As you sit on the couch, your dad walks in and turns on the TV while your mom walks upstairs. A door above creaks open before a voice calls out, "Honey?"
"Yeah?"
"Didn't we put Crys baby crib back in the attic?"
"Yeah?"
"Then why is it in our bedroom?"
Bewildered, your dad gets up to go investigate. You, also bewildered, think for a moment. Getting up, you walk over to a family portrait taken a week ago. Instead of holding a baby, her arm was by her side. It seemed to you that anyone you ate became a part of your body and simultaneously was wiped from existence. No one would remember them but you. In that case, you have some people to get rid of.