Grant was walking over to his friend's house who he normally met up with on the way to school to collect the
pancakes he'd bought from the boy scouts fundraising attempts. He didn't really want to buy them, but Fred had
pressured him into it by going on about the things that his money would improve. He mainly bought them to make
him shut up about it. He knocked on the door and Fred appeared, syrup still around his face from the pancakes
he'd eaten earlier. His clothes looked a bit too small for him. "Hey, here are the pancakes you ordered" he
said, handing over a Styrofoam box to Grant.
"Thanks. I'll eat them on the way. We're already running late and I don't want to get detention again". Fred
went to grab his shoes and wiped the syrup off his face before running to catch up with Grant who'd already
gone ahead, eating the pancakes as he walked. He didn't have a fork but it didn't matter. The pancakes had
nothing on them, yet tasted very moist. There was an odd twang to them, but they filled him up.
As they walked, the boys talked about the latest episode of their favourite show, when Fred let out a yelp of
pain. "Ow, my shoes are so tight all of a sudden! I must be having a growth spurt or something". Grant looked
at his friend and realised he had grown a couple of inches in height, his clothes definitely looked too small
for him now.
Grant voiced his concerns. "You look taller than before we left. Do growth spurts work that way?".
Fred shrugged his shoulders and replied "I don't know, I've never had one before". He could feel that his
midriff was exposed as his shirt was too small. "Look, there's a charity shop nearby. I have some spare pocket
money I could use for new clothes". He went inside while Grant waited outside, finishing off the pancakes. He
threw the Styrofoam box away just as Fred came out in new, better fitting attire. He looked different, maybe a
bit older? But maybe it was just the light. They had to quickly walk to school now, making it just before the
bell rang. They were in different classes, so separated once they got there.
Grant sat in his seat while his teacher called out each person's name. One of Fred's boy scout friends was in
his classroom and looked a bit uncomfortable. When the teacher called out his name, he said said "present" in
a deep voice which cracked a bit. He hid his head in embarrassment and other students snickered. The teacher
asked him if he thought he was funny answering in a silly voice and he stammered "No ma'am, I think my voice
is changing". She gave him a funny look before continuing the rota. Grant thought the boy didn't look like he
fit in the classroom. His clothes were tight on him and he looked like he should be in middle school by now.
While he thought about this, he unconsciously shifted in his seat, feeling like he'd put on the wrong pair of
pants, like they were a size too small. He'd do something about it during recess. The rest of the lesson
seemed to go as normal, until there was a loud rip that echoed through the room. The boy scout's shirt had
ripped along its seams, and he ran out of the room in embarrassment, looking much taller than his classmates.
While Grant pondered what had just happened, he felt his cell phone vibrate. His teacher had gone in search of
the missing student, so he checked the phone. It was a text from Fred which looked urgent. It said to come to
the restrooms immediately. He didn't know how long his teacher would be, so he grabbed a hall pass and left,
hoping she didn't come back. He was starting to feel cramped within his own clothing. He saw an older teenager
run past him without his shirt on in panic, and another teacher followed in pursuit, ignoring Grant.
He entered the bathroom nearest to Fred's class and called out for his friend. A deep voice called out "is
that you Grant? I'm in this stall". Grant followed the voice to a closed stall, wondering how his friend got
it to sound so low. He knocked on the door, and a long hairy arm stuck out and pulled him in, covering his
mouth to muffle his screams. It was another teenager, his clothes stretched tight across his lanky body, his
exposed belly had a thin treasure trail on it, and some scruff lined his jawline. "Shhhhh, stop yelling, it's
me Fred! I don't know what's happening, it's like I'm getting older. I texted the other guys and they haven't
responded. I'm so glad you came".
Grant looked at the older boy and saw a resemblance to his friend. He was even wearing the same clothes he'd
bought from the charity shop earlier. He remembered the boy from his class having a growth spurt, and that
other shirtless teenager pass by, probably under the same circumstances. Something was happening in the
school. He stopped screaming into the hand and Fred removed it. Then he said "If I hadn't seen two other guys
like you earlier, I wouldn't of believed you. But something's happening. You look like you could be 18 years
old now!". The teen looked so relieved that his friend actually believed him, then he looked concerned.
"Wait, two other guys? Do you know who they were?"
"Well one ran by too quick for me to see, but there's one guy in my class who ripped his shirt and left the
room in embarrassment. I think he's in the same boy scout troop as you".
It didn't take long to make a connection before they both yelled out "The pancakes!". Of course, all the boy
scouts had some pancakes from their troop leader, and Grant had eaten some as well. As they spoke, he could
feel his clothes shrink further on him, his arms and legs lengthening. Light hairs were appearing along them.
Fred's body hair was flourishing as well, his flat stomach was getting furrier and his facial hair was filling
in more, looking less like scruff and more like stubble. Whatever was left of his childlike appearance was
quickly fading into the harsh, sharp lines of manhood.
Fred pulled off his shirt, not wanting to ruin what he'd bought with his own money, revealing a small patch of
hair developing on his chest. He played with the hair, saying "Dude, we look way too old for elementary school
now. How are we going to get out without people thinking we're peverted weirdos?"
Grant had an idea. He rushed out of the stall, leaving his older friend behind in confusion and left the
restroom. Directly opposite was a fire alarm, which he yanked down before heading back in to Fred. He could
hear the scrapes of chairs as every class evacuated, the sounds of excitable kids running down the halls. They
both waited a few minutes to make sure everyone had left, then ran in the opposite direction to where the
school gathered. They fled the front gates and headed towards a shadowy enclose nearby. Grant ripped off his
shirt in dismay, it was his favourite, and found he was gaining light blond chest hair of his own. He was
probably 18 years old himself now. He felt his face to find scratchy stubble appearing. He looked over to
Fred, who had definitely left puberty behind now, his face coated in a dark shadow whose length was verging on
a purposeful beard. He had left his lanky period behind, now bulking up with large muscle, wiry hair coating
his massive body. His pants had a Hulk-like appearance to them, ripped at the base and clinging to his massive
thighs. His cock was clearly visible through the fabric, straining for release. He had to be 25 at the very
least. They heard someone cough behind them. Turning, they saw 2 other topless men. The tallest looked to be
20 with a slight covering of hair on his pecs, and a patchy beard growing in. The other was shorter and
stocky, looking closer to 30, with thick hair wrapping around his body in contrast the other man. His facial
hair was a couple of inches long, with a few grey hairs on the chin. His hair had already receded a couple of
inches. The older man said "You guys ate the pancakes too?". They mumbled in agreement and told each other who
they were. The tall man was called Harold, and was the one in Grant's class. The other man was called Peter,
and was the one who ran past in the hallway. Grant noticed they were all aging at different rates. Harold
seemed to be aging the slowest, Grant having already surpassed him in age, meanwhile Fred was aging the
fastest, quickly closing in on the age gap between himself and Peter as grey hairs were piercing through his
hair at an alarming rate. They had to find the troop leader quick before they aged to death, if that were
possible. Grant knew the other boy scouts didn't attend their school. He wondered how they were coping, along
with the others who consumed the tainted food.