Growing Pains Novels & Stories

He first few days after birthing them was filled with nothing but cries of terror, hunger and discomfort. Thank the goddess that is all over. I rolled my eyes playfully. “They’re going to grow up thinking exercise is fun. You’re ruining them.” “Exercise is fun when approached with the right mindset,” he said. “Maybe they’ll grow up stronger than me.” “Definitely,” I teased back.

Conner smiled. “Yeah I think I might have some soccer players in here!” I laughed. “Lots of movement is good, that means they’re growing and responsive.” “Then I think they’re growing a lot!” “Have they kicked for anyone else yet?” Dr. Conner asked. “No. Not even Lee or Grayson.” “It’s kind of frustrating,” Grayson admitted. “I want to feel my daughter kick.” “That’s very normal. In the coming months, they’ll start kicking for other people too, especially the fathers.”

Was this? Was I? No, impossible. Just impossible. I wasn’t eighteen yet, I wasn’t even close to eighteen. I was still a lad. Noo! I screamed at every moment of breakage. My fingers began to grow insanely long. But the pain was excruciatingly painful. Father told me that these would happen. I’ve seen many teens shift. All of them were eighteen or more. Some were seventeen. But this, this was flabbergasting.

Hilda had had a rough time growing up. When she had her first period, she was still forced to do heavy work by her family. As she gritted her teeth and did a whole day's work without resting, blood started dripping down her pants and wet the inside of her shoes... Ever since then, her body had always been fragile and weak.

she gushed and then I sighed, realizing why she did this. " I’m guessing it’s my birthday already," I said, looking at my sneakers and wondering if I'd experienced any growth at all since that was what Aidan said he noticed about me on my birthday. He told me that I usually experienced a growth spurt on my birthday and that I get taller and...prettier.

I told him how I could feel them moving more now, and sometimes it was like they were doing little flips inside of me. “I think they kicked again this morning,” I said softly, chewing on a slice of peach. “I was half asleep, but I felt something for sure.” Kai looked at me, his eyes wide and glowing. “Really?” he said, sitting up straighter. “I wish I had been there to see it. They’re already strong like their mom.” I smiled and blushed a little. “They’re growing really fast. I feel them more each day. Sometimes when I’m lying down, I can feel them rolling around.”

He’s freaking out a little too, but clearly not as much as me, "Him shifting so young means he’s strong as hell. This is a good thing.” I know that’s technically true, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I start wondering if it's even safe that he shifted so damn early. Six years old? That is not normal, he's way too little and soft. His bones aren't even fully developed yet, are they? What if there's problems in the future? What if this stunts his growth somehow or… gives him some form of bone disease? "Why are you stopping, dude? Keep driving!" I growl when the idiot stops at a red light as if we have all the time in the world, "Fucking run the light! This is a pack emergency.”

My skin buzzed like I’d been struck by lightning and was still carrying the static. Kade noticed immediately. He stepped into the room, shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp from washing his face outside. But his eyes locked on me like something in him already knew. “It’s starting,” he said. I didn’t need to ask what. My heartbeat picked up, fast and erratic. I grabbed the edge of the bed, but it was like the whole room tilted. My bones ached. Not in a sick way. Not like pain from injury. This was… growth. Like my body was stretching toward something it had been waiting to become.

But the overarching problem, if I had to give it a name, was arrested development. Anthony Jr. had simply stopped growing older when he was 12 years old. I know that doesn't make any sense, but it was true. He liked all the same things that he liked when he was 12, video games and cartoons and super heroes. And that would fine, it really would, if his interests had expanded beyond that. But he had never gotten interested in any of the things that growing boys got into. He didn't want to take up a sport or join a band or date a girl. He just wanted to play video games and watch cartoons. He was immature, he laughed at childish things, he was insensitive and self-centered. In short, he was 12

she said. Technically, she was right. Girls would typically continue developing into their early twenties, and she just turned 20, so there was still potential for growth. Chris was silenced. He looked at her adorable face and could not find the words to argue with her. Then, he looked at her chest and raised his brows. “Still growing, huh?” Paige blushed, and as she instinctively looked at her chest, she felt annoyed by his comment. “Can they grow bigger if you sleep more?” he asked.