Russell woke up with a start. He was having some crazy dreams again! As he opened his eyes and got his bearings, the first thing he noticed was a wetness around his crotch. He pulled back the covers and lifted the wasteband of his pajama pants. They were soaked with cum! Much more than the morning before! Even more surprising, Russell saw he had more pubic hair. It was slowly becoming a modest looking bush of brown hair, which was mind boggling, seeing as how he was bare 2 days ago!
Not only the hair and the wet dream, Russell thought that his cock looked a tiny bit thicker and longer too. A quick grope (something his old self would be repulsed by) and he could tell his balls were bigger too. Noticing he got some cum on his hand, he grimaced and wiped it on his sheets. This was so nasty! Was this going to be every morning now? Waking up with cum in his sheets? That would he awful.
Russell noticed he was sweating, too, and he was making a slightly musky smell again. Uggh, he didn't want to be smelly. He hated the jocks at school because they always reeked. He shuddered at the thought, thankful he didn't smell too much.
"Wake up boy, we got a big day ahead of you. I called in sick at school. I think there is going to be a lot of that while we train your body!", Coach boomed at his boy. "First things first, put on some clothes. You'll see your wardrobe is going to be a bit different!".
Russell stumbled out of bed and went to the bathroom, his bladder needing release. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started peeing. Russell thought his cock felt heavier, but he wasn't sure. He flushed, tucked himself back into his dirty pants. He walked to the mirror and gasped. He looked about an inch or two taller, just over night! If he measured himself, he would see he was 5 foot 10 now. He saw some dirt on his chin and upper lip and leaned in. He was shocked to see it was hair! 4 or 5 brown hairs grew out of his chin and his upper lip. They were wispy, but pretty dark. "Whoa, I have facial hair?", he said out loud. His voice was deeper than yesterday. He tested his voice again. Yup, deep. Not that deep, but he won't be mistaken for a girl on the phone anymore! He noticed a tiny lump in his throat too. He felt it. It felt hard. "What the hell is that?", he said. He shook his head. This was too crazy.
Standing in his pajamas, it was even more apparent he had grown in the night. His sleeves rode up his forearms quite a bit and his belly button was showing. Catching Russell by surprise were a small smattering of brown hairs under his belly button trailing down past his waistband! He touch them in disbelief, feeling how light and thin they were. Likewise, his pants were riding up his ankles. It was time to get dressed in something else. His dad had said something about new clothes?
Russell shucked off his sweaty, soiled pajamas and went to his drawers. Naked, he could feel his penis was longer. It had more weight to it and it hung a bit lower. Still probably a bit below average, but still bigger than before. He opened the drawers and grimaced.
In them was nothing but dirty, used gym clothes. Gone was all his clean underwear; in its place were huge, worn out, yellowed jockstraps. They smelled like they had never been washed before, covered in sweat and streaks of different colors. The pouches were stretched out, as if a horse or a donkey was it's previous owner. He took and experimental sniff and grimaced. Uggh! Nasty. He looked around and couldn't find any pants but grimy loose basketball shorts. Likewise, the only tops he could find were huge, stretched out wifebeaters. They were all yellowed under the pits and chest, and stunk to high heaven. Why was his father, oops, Coach doing all this!
"Get dressed boy. Now. Breakfast is getting cold!", coach hollered from downstairs. Russell grimaced and began to put on the clothes. The jockstrap was massive on him! The straps barely stayed up and the pouch could fit a grapefruit in it there was so much room! The basketball shorts were huge as well and had trouble staying on. The wifebeater hung very loosely off of Russell's boyish frame. What was Coach thinking?