As Charlie laid there, he had many swirling ideas still his head. Rather awkwardly however, Pat had rolled over and his normal arms wrapped around Charlie's upper body. His lower ones straddled Charlie's feet and his third arm that was positioned in his upper body was practically straight upright and jabbing Charlie from an uncomfortable position.
But Charlie didn't care.
"I want all of you to grow," Charlie said. A simple request. There was a shift among his friends who not only pushed their feet slightly farther down the bed, but seemed to expand outwards. Charlie felt Landon inexplicably move closer to him. Pat's grip around him tightened.
Charlie waved his hand again. It was euphoric. He waved his hand again, this time he became trapped between Pat and Landon, barely able to move.
With a loud sigh, Landon turned on his side, allowing Charlie more room. However, Pat inadvertently decided to take the space that Landon had forfeited. He rolled over on top of Charlie, most of his body with his muscled structure of limbs. Charlie found his face wedged right in between Pat's two pecs, barely able to breath. Charlie waved his arms (the only useful limbs he had free) to try and convince the sleeping beast to move.
However, Charlie was having continued difficulty moving his hand, and Pat was feeling rather heavy. Charlie realized, he was waving his hand. Charlie's request for bigger buffer friends was repeated every time he waved his hand, even when inadvertently. Charlie immediately stopped, but it was too late. He heard a loud crash. Then another. Then two more. Apparently, his friends were now so large, only one of them could fit in the bed.
Charlie sat there, his face wedged between two pecs that he could not even see the edges of. The rest of his body was subject to the undulating breathing of solid hard abs. Pat's third body arm was outstretched so as to cover Charlie's hand, his power one. Charlie attempted to move his hand, or even just his arm.
Alas, he couldn't. Pat's arm was to strong and heavy with muscle to even be budged. Charlie gave up trying and calmed himself enough to at least try and breath. How could anyone even believe that his mother birthed quintuplets when four of them had to have been large enough to grow to this size within a decade and a half.
Regardless, there was nothing Charlie could do. He'd have to wait until morning, then these giants would wake and he'd be free to continue.