Jake got off the bus and walked quickly to the gym before the rest of the class showed up. In a whisper he told coach Collins what had happened.
Coach listened and then turned beet red and began to shout at him.
"You think it's ok to run around here buttassed naked, with your massive hardon flapping in the breeze and now you're making your classmates unable to participate in five seconds you better pull a fresh uniform out of your ass so that we can get back to class. You may be the biggest and best athlete in the school but I need you to be a leader not just a winner."
A lot happened after that quick dressing down. Jake didn't take his eyes of the coach, but he knew he was now sporting the biggest erection of his life. He also felt himself shoot up in height and his chest broaden and expand. That was uncomfortable enough but then he felt a strange pressure in his stomach. A pressure that he really had no understanding of. Then, without willing the action, Jake felt his right hand reach between the his ass cheeks and grasp something. Then with a yank like he was trying to start a lawnmower, Jake pulled out a clean shirt, a pair of shorts, and an athletic support.
Coach Collins' face turned beet red and he let out an exasperated snort "Son, was that some kind of magic trick!? You know what! I don't care! Go run laps until you hear the whistle and I'll speak to you after class."
Without a word, Jake dropped the uniform and began running around the gym. It was difficult and unpleasant. His "massive hardon" bobbed painfully with each footfall. It bounced up and slapped him in the stomach with every other stride. His large and pendulous balls from Ben's previous statement also bounced as he ran causing him to wince.
In spite of his discomfort, Jake felt himself move with greater speed and ease. He was bigger, stronger, and faster than he had ever been.
He was soon distracted by another realization. He was no longer Jake Smith. Collins had called him son. His life filled in with new memories. He wasn't rich. He didn't live in a mansion. He didn't have a maid named Martha. He lived in a three bedroom house with his coach who was now his Father. His parents had split after years of tension. One of the main issues being that they had disagreed on how to parent. His mother, Tina hadn't been able to handle Jake's constant nudity or the pressure Steve had put on him to achieve on the field. They had fought and then grown distant and then Tina Collins found someone new. Steve hadn't even tried to keep the house. He just moved out and took Jake with him. He was Jake Collins, star athlete and his dad's last hope to get out of suburban mediocrity. The new reality snapped into place so fast but Jake could still remember what his life had been before Kyle and that phone call.
Jake ran, ignoring the pain in his crotch and thinking about what he could do or change or say to make all this madness stop.
After what felt like no time his dad blew the whistle. The other guys filed into the locker room. Jake was on the other side of the track so he finished his lap and stopped in front of his dad.
"Listen Son, I'm sorry I got so pissed off earlier." Coach Collins said. "I know you want to play games with your friends but you have to remember what's important. We need you to get that scholarship and I know scouts are going to be at the next game. I was your age once. I thought I had time to play around and the game passed me by. Go ahead and spend all your free time jerking off and playing grabass with the other guys on the team but when the whistle blows and you're on the field or the bell rings and you're at your desk, you need to be focused on scoring points and making the grades."
"Ok dad, you're right." Jake said a little abashedly.
"Alright kid, I'd give you a hug but you're drenched in sweat and well..." he glanced down at Jake's still swollen cock. "You better get moving. You've got about two minutes to shit, shower, and shave."
Jake turned and ran to the locker room completing the three S's in record time. His dad stayed out checking things over and preparing for the next group of high school idiots he had to see in a day.