Jake turned on the shower, letting it run free while he grabbed a nearby towel and rubbed the unknown sticky
substance out of the hair on his torso and his beard, then quickly rushed through to his parents' room and
rumaged through his dad's wardrobe. He grabbed some underwear and shoved his still erect cock inside, hoping
it would go away before he got downstairs. He pulled some jeans on, not needing a belt as they felt a bit
tight around his waist. Matt banged on the front door again, even louder than the first time. Jake had to
hurry. He grabbed what looked to be the largest shirt out of his dad's wardrobe and put it on. It fit very
snuggly, the shirt design looking warped as it stretched out across his wide chest, and his biceps threatened
to rip the sleeves to pieces. It showed just how big he'd grown, now being a couple of inches taller than his
dad was and a lot more bulkier. Despite being the biggest shirt he could find, it just barely reached the top
of his jeans. It felt like every movement of his body dragged it up, exposing his hairy stomach. He checked
himself in the full-length mirror in the room. Everything looked tight on him, like the clothes had shrunk in
the wash, but it would have to do for now. Pulling up the jeans as far as he could and tugging his shirt down
further, he ran down the stairs, briefly pausing to make sure the bathroom door was closed, and reached the
door.
Jake opened the door to his friend, feeling weird as he looked down upon him instead of being equal height and
spoke quickly "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I've had a bit of a late start, the alarm didn't go off, I was still
getting ready, and... I mean, how can I help you?". He tried not to flinch at the sound of his deep voice. He
realised he hadn't exactly spoken much when he first discovered his new body. It was a rich baritone, several
octaves lower than he had the day before.
Matt looked up at him, surprised at the large man being there. He bared a resemblance to Jake's dad, if he'd
become a mountain man. He was large in height and size, but not overweight. Just... large. His clothes looked
tight on him and hair seemed to stick out everywhere. He felt a bit intimidated and said "Oh, I came to get my
friend Jake. But who are you exactly?".
"I'm his uncle, uhm, John. Uncle John from his father's side. My brother was a bit worried that he might get
into trouble and asked me to check on him while they were away. I ended up staying the night, and here we
are". Jake stumbled through his words, hoping he sounded convincing to his friend, who was looking at him in
an odd way. "He's up in the bathroom getting ready at the moment".
Matt grinned at the news, remembering how excited Jake was about being home alone for the first time. He must
of been so annoyed when his uncle showed up. "Ah, OK. I can wait for him then". Matt went to enter the home,
but the man stopped him from passing with one of his muscular arms, a troubled look on his bearded face.
Jake tried to stop his friend from entering, saying as forceful as he could "He's only just got into the
shower now. He's probably going to take a while, so maybe it's best if you went back to the cinema and waited
for him there".
"No way! I've been waiting there for him for an hour! The only reason I came by was to make sure he hadn't
died or something. I'm not heading back just for him to never show up! I'm not leaving without him". Matt
tried to get by again, but the strange man still blocked the way. He crossed his arms and grunted.
Jake sighed, knowing that once Matt had something in his mind, he was going to go through with it. There was
no way he'd be able to get him to leave. He pulled his arm away from the door frame and moved aside for Matt
to enter, then pointed up towards his own bedroom, saying "Fine, go and wait for him upstairs, and he should
be with you when he can". Matt thanked him as he past and headed for the stairs while Jake closed the door. He
felt relieved, wiping sweat from his brow. Then Matt called out to him "By the way, you should probably do
something about your clothes. Looks like they shrunk". Jake glanced down and saw his shirt had ridden up
towards his chest, exposing his hairy stomach. He noticed Matt looking at him odd when talking to him earlier
but didn't notice his shirt had exposed so much skin. He blushed in embarrassment, barely visible through his
beard. Now that he couldn't get his friend to leave the house, he had to come up with a way to either turn
back into a kid, or convince Matt that he was really Jake and not his hirsute uncle. He still didn't know what
turned him into a man in the first place. He stroked his beard again while thinking, enjoying the feel of it.
Did he really want to be 10 again? Well for now, he'd have to find more comfortable clothing.
Meanwhile, Matt had entered Jake's bedroom to wait for him to get ready. He passed the bathroom on the way and
could hear the shower was still running, but the water splashes sounded hollow, like nobody had stepped in
yet. As he entered the room, he noticed the new clock on the bedside table. He grabbed it and turned it over,
thinking his friend must of left it off, but it was turned on. He turned the dial he assumed was the alarm to
the current time, and clicked his tongue when it made no sound. Figures Jake would buy an alarm clock that
didn't work. He put it back on the table-side and squirmed in his seat, feeling uncomfortable for some reason
he couldn't tell.