Russ finished his breakfast and was about to go up to his room to clean up the mess he had made in his sheets and get to studying... whatever it was he was supposed to. Why were his thoughts so sluggish this morning? However, before he get away, Coach came into the room.
"Looking good, Russ! I like the new look", Coach said, gesturing to his son's stretched out, sweaty, smelly jock gear. "Better get used to it! I have a feeling your going to be wearing a lot of things like that in the future!".
Russ grimaced, the clothes stunk quite a bit and they were so nasty. Not to mention, they were many sizes too big!
Russ also noticed that he was rock hard. Again! When did that happen?! He was having trouble controlling his cock! Plus, it looked a tad bit bigger in the pouch. Russ blushed red when he saw his father grinning at the bulge.
"Alright Russell, I've got a special surprise for you! Before the workout today, I was going to give you a special foot massage. Doesn't that sound relaxing?", Coach said with a big grin.
Coach ushered Russell into the living room and had him sit down. He gestured for Russell to put his feet up on the couch. Coach pulled out a jar of ointment, named "Athlete Balm". He told Russell to relax and lay down.
Russell did as his father told him, but only out of fear. He was terrified of what possible changes his father could inflict on him, and also of what punishments he would receive if he didn't do as he was told.
His father rubbed the ointment on his hands and grabbed his son's size 8, boyish feet. He began running in the ointment and massaging the feet. The massaging felt good and the ointment quickly began to heat up. Russell moaned, his voice cracking a little.
Much to Russell's embarrassment, he felt his cock slowly get hard in his shorts. He blushed red, and within seconds he was fully hard. Why was this happening to him?!?! Coach, however, paid no mind to Russell's predicament.
His father kept rubbing and using more and more ointment. Russell laid back on the couch and was concentrating on the sensation. Shortly after, he felt a strange pulling sensation in his feet. They soon began to cramp up to. Russell groaned, feeling himself get even harder at the sensation. For some reason, images of running around on a grass field, tackling people, fans cheering, were racing through his mind, making him even hornier.
The pain in his feet kept getting worse, and he could hear soft popping and cracking noises. A very unpleasant musky odor, like a locker room, filled up the room. For some reason, however, the pain and the smells were turning him on.
All of a sudden, his father let go of his feet and the pain slowly subsided. "All done!", he said. As soon as his father's hands were off of his feet, he felt a huge wave of pressure build in his balls. Russell grunted as he came, filling his already stinky and soiled jockstrap with a pretty generous helping of cum. As the waves of pleasure resided, Coach grinned. "Don't worry about that Russ, I can guarantee you that won't be your last cum stain in that jockstrap of yours!".
Now that Russell's senses were coming back, the rank odor hit him strongly, and his feet were still very sore. He finally has the strength to sit up, and he almost screamed at what he saw.
His small, boyish feet had blown up in to huge, size 14 boats! They were unbelievably big and they looked very out of place on his body. Hair sprouted all over the top and on all the toes, making them look like a cavemans feet! Plus, he realized, they were causing rank foot odor. His new feet reeked! He flexed his toes experimentally but, alas, they were his hairy stinky feet.
Coach just laughed and laughed hysterically, watching his confused son trying to make sense of his new huge feet, sitting there with a cum stained jockstrap. "You've got the feet of a proper athlete now, my boy. And, along with the feet, a generous helping of body hair and foot odor!".
Russell was too overwhelmed. He ran upstairs to his room, which was very slow and awkward, taking a great deal of effort with his massive feet. He slammed the door and locked it. He had to figure out a plan before this got even worse!