Timmy, in his new state of curiosity and self-awareness, looked down at his dramatically altered physique with renewed fascination. His eyes eventually landed on his groin, taking in the truly unexpected sight. His earlier observation had been shocking enough, but now it struck him more—an image almost as unbelievable as the rest of his transformation.
“Jamie,” he said, not taking his eyes off himself, “this is crazy. It's so... big now. I mean, look at it!” There was a mixture of pride and bewilderment in his voice.
Jamie, still trying to process everything, shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, Timmy. It’s... really big,” he managed, eager to steer the conversation away from comparisons.
Timmy, however, was insistent. His curiosity was powerful and the changes his body had undergone were too intriguing for him to let go. “Do you think it’s bigger than yours, Jamie?” he asked innocently, but with a hint of playful competitiveness.
Jamie didn’t know how to handle this. He had never considered having such a conversation with his younger brother. “Uh, Timmy, that’s not really... I mean, it doesn’t matter, right?”
Timmy frowned slightly, but not out of anger—more from the genuine urge to understand the drastic differences he now perceived. Before Jamie could attempt another diversion, Timmy’s curiosity got the better of him. In a surprising display of his newfound strength and impulsiveness, Timmy reached towards Jamie.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Jamie said, alarmed, as Timmy, with surprising ease, maneuvered him so that he could get a better look.
“Just checking!” Timmy replied, his tone still light but oh-so-firm with interest.
Despite Jamie’s objections and attempts to pull away, Timmy found his brother’s exposed groin and couldn’t help but make the comparison openly. Seeing how much smaller Jamie was in every sense only solidified Timmy's understanding of his transformation.
“Whoa,” Timmy gasped, wide-eyed but grinning with awe. “It really is. I’m... way bigger than you, Jamie!”
Jamie felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. He squirmed to regain his modesty and composure, feeling a tidal wave of vulnerability washing over him. “Alright, Timmy, enough. This must stop,” he stammered, managing to pull away, adrenaline pumping from the mixture of shock and shame at being so exposed and overpowered in his own room.
Timmy stepped back, a flash of realization crossing his face as he noticed Jamie’s discomfort. While there was a certain thrill to the newfound power and size, it was clear that he hadn’t fully grasped the implications of his actions and how they made Jamie feel.
“Sorry, Jamie,” he said, a little more serious now, but still filled with amazement at what he’d become. “I just... it’s crazy. I didn’t mean to be mean or... anything.”
Jamie, after a deep breath, nodded. He tried to see the situation from Timmy’s perspective—a young boy thrust into a body so much more developed, processing these changes through a lens of youthful, unrefined understanding. “I understand, Timmy,” Jamie said, softer now. “that growth makes you so much big, but you are still my little brother. We’ll figure this out, okay? Together.”
But beneath the surface, Jamie couldn’t help but worry about the shift in dynamics, the potential for Timmy’s attitude to change not just in playfulness but in real ways that could strain their bond. With strength and size not yet tempered by maturity, he pondered how best to help guide Timmy without losing himself—and his place as an elder brother—in the process.