Ty was just heading to the bathroom when June opened the door from her bedroom, fully dressed, and blinked all the way up at him. "You're up early."
"I could say the same for you." June looked her large, near naked son up and down. "I hope you're going to get dressed. I was thinking we could all go shopping or something seeing as you've outgrown your clothes again."
"Sounds good to me. I'll be about ten minutes..." Ty could get used to this whole being tall thing; and he had to weigh about twice as much as June. He went to the bathroom to inspect himself more closely. Ty was pleased; he looked like a large, muscular man. And people thought he was 17. I could always make my body 17, then let it age again... he supposed. Having done that already though, he had a better idea. "How about... every time Dustin complains about something, I get a bit more muscular." He liked the sound of that. He wished on himself a pair of orange knee length shorts, sandals and a suitably tight white top which hugged his hefty figure. Damn, he looked good... Ty felt his crotch stirring again. Damnit, it was too obvious in those shorts...
"Ty, you ready?" June yelled.
"Yeah" Ty boomed back, surprised at the deepness of his voice. He nearly tripped down the stairs, unused to his size 14 feet, and got in the front of the car.
"Why does Ty always get the front seat?" Complained Dustin from the back, where Mark was struggling with his belt over his stomach. Ty felt his body shiver a little, and his top looked a little tighter. He grinned at Dustin, his head brushing the top of the car. He had the seat as far back as it would go, for his big legs.
"We've been through this before. Ty needs more room than you because he's taller. He can't fit in the back, and he gets in the way of the mirror." They drove on, Dustin settling for a sulky silence as Mark, used to being in the back since Ty outgrew him, made idle chatter with June. Ty flicked through the Cds lazily, wanting Dustin to whinge about him again. It kind of defeated the objective if he -made- him say something. Ah, what the hell.
"How come Ty always gets new clothes and I don't?" Dustin instantly demanded, and Ty saw him pouting in the mirror before his head jutted the roof of the car and he was distracted by how tight his clothes suddenly felt. He discretely wished the sandals were size 15.
"Your brother's not a small guy, you know." Mark said drily. "We have to get him new clothes or he'll be naked even more often. Look at what he's got on; his biggest shirt, and it's painted on." Ty smirked and looked down at the said shirt, which was barely the right length. His arms were pushing the fabric away, and he was suddenly aware that he was broad enough to be pressing against the window and still be in June's way if he didn't keep his arm out the way of the gear stick.
"But it shouldn't be like this! I'm the older brother, he isn't even your real son! He was adopted! And then he got older and I turned 13, and it's not funny! Stop laughing!" Mark was shaking his head, and June looked in the mirror like she heard it often and it still amused her. Instead of replying she said "Mark, we should think about getting that new car. I can hardly change gear." They parked up at the mall and got out the car.
Ty took longest to get out. Straightening to his full height, he was slightly dizzy for a second. His shirt was too short, enough to expose his hairy belly as he stretched, and too tight everywhere else. His whole body was thicker; it had to be impossible for a 330lb man to really be 17. His stubble, the mass of armpit hair easily visible when Ty lifted an arm and his hairy legs only added to the effect. As for his cock... Ty copped a feel with a pawlike hand, and wondered how he had kept sane with such a virile tool for the car journey.
"Quit playing with yourself and let's go. This is the only place with a store that has clothes to fit you." June looked over at mark. "Maybe you should take a look as well" she added, patting his rotund stomach.