Andrew was burtsting out of his now seemingly tiny clothes, Bruce was swimming in his.
"Hey "Big" Bro", said Andrew in his manly new baritone, "Looks like your clothes have
outgrown you"
'If anyone sees us like this it might look strange, how about we swap over"
For a moment Bruce's hopes soared as he thought Andrew might mean swapping back his
stolen years of growth and maturity but when he saw him reaching down to pull off his tee
he had a sickening realisation that this nightmare wasn't over yet.
Andrew was enjoying this. His new body was decidedly buff. Broad shoulders and powerful
well developed and muscular traps and lats tapered to a trim waist. Bruce found himself
looking up, way up at a deeply sculpted wall of back muscle. Andrew squuezed himslef
slowly out of shorts and pants trying hard not to rip them and slowly peeled off what
looked like unusually tight fitting ankle socks.
Bruce however had no difficulty shucking himself out of his clownishly big clothes.
Even better for Andrew was when he discoverd that not only was he bigger than his
brother now, but he was bigger than his brother had ever been, because even Bruce's
clothes felt neat on him. Bruce meanwhile was discovering that he was undersized, even a
s a little brother, Andrew's old clothes being embarrasingly loose and generous on him.
Bruce couldn't remember being this small when he was this age. He'd swapped years with
Andrew and lost some of his genetic potential as well. Was he going to stay like this,or at
best, grow into a little guy?
The effect was comical. "Hey "big" bro, don't freak out, you'll grow into my old clothes in a
couple of years or so