As Joseph cleaned himself with his towel, Dawn stared up—UP!—at her “little” brother. “I don’t know how to help,” she admitted. “You washed it off, and it seems to have stopped, right?”
“Yeah,” replied Joseph in a husky voice. “I guess so.” He toweled off his privates and tossed the towel in the corner. Just then, he doubled over in pain.
“My legs are killing me. And… Why am I suddenly so ItChY!” he yelled, his voice cracking on the last word into a baritone.
“Wait…” said Dawn. “Wasn’t that the towel you used after your shower? Are you sure you washed it all off? Like, scrubbed?”
Joseph stared down at his now-hairy bush, with a definite treasure trail leading to his now-chiseled abs, and winced as he scratched his chest and discovered hair growing around his puffy nipples and in the center. He looked over at Dawn, and was momentarily dizzy as the room changed shape. Suddenly, he was looking at the top of his sister’s head. “Don’t… fEeL… GoOd…” he moaned, as his voice descended into its gruff adult pitch.
Just then, his cock rocketed to attention… and got flaccid almost as quickly, except that it didn’t shrink any. It dangled against his thigh, ten inches long, before erecting again and becoming thirteen inches hard. Joseph grabbed the towel and thrust into it again.
Dawn stared up at her now huge, adult-looking hunk of a brother as the changes subsided. “Are you INSANE? Why would you use that towel again?”
“Oh, fuck,” replied the bass voice from above. “I didn’t even think about it.”
“Well, let’s go get some of Dad’s clothes for you and get you in the shower. With a CLEAN towel this time.” Joseph nodded and headed into the bathtub. When he came out, he put on his father’s outfit, only to find that the pants were too big in the waist, an inch too short in the legs, and his sleeves barely touched his wrist. He frowned at the mirror.
“You okay in there?” called Dawn.
“Yeah,” he grunted. He came out and Dawn said, “Obviously we need to go shopping. How tall do you think you are?”
“I dunno. Dad’s like 6 feet so maybe 6’2”?” he said as he sat down. Just then he groaned again and shifted in his seat. Dawn heard bones crackling as they expanded.
“Stand up,” she said. Joseph stood up and it was obvious what the problem was. The pants now showed a good couple of inches of lower leg, and the shirt sleeves reached about halfway down his lower arm.
“Get over here,” she ordered, grabbing a chair to mark his height on the wall. She ran into the bedroom and came back with a tape measure. As she went to mark the height she noticed he had stubble on his face.
“You’re not six two. You’re six and a half feet tall.@