Frank didn't notice. Small strands of hair began to grow from his underarms and the area above his small dick. Not only that, his dick was growing longer too. Deciding that he had plenty of time in the water, he got out. He shook his head to shake off the excess water. He grabbed his underwear and dried himself enough so he wouldn't drip or leave tracks. He was rushing and hadn't notice the growing hair. He ran into the house, shutting the door behind him. He ran upstairs and shut his door. He looked at his closet, he opened it and dug through it.
At the same time, Frank's legs and arms were slightly growing longer. He hadn't felt any of this. Perhaps it was a side-effect of the virus; he wouldn't feel the transformation. He dark hair was growing brighter. From a dark brown, it became a bright, golden brown. His arms began to bulge with small muscles. His leg muscles slowly came into visibility. Hair under his arms and above his shaft was still sparce. Too bad he got out of the water too soon. He had stopped growing at the age of about 13. Frank threw a brief on the bed along with cargo shorts and a wife-beater. He grabbed his underwear, putting it on. For some reason, it was difficult to pull up past his knees. He struggled for a couple moments before he looked up to his closet mirror.
Once Frank caught a glimpse of his image, he tripped and fell. The briefs had torn right down the side. He threw it into the closet. He continued to glare at his new self.
"Wow, is that me?" He started waving his hands around. He moved in awkward positions to make sure that the image was him. "This is so awesome!" He looked down immediatley to his shaft. It had grown to six inches. He remembered what his brother showed him once when they worked out. He took a hold of his large shaft. He started going with his shaft. He went up and then down. He repeated the process slowly. His member grew hard in his hands. He continued the process, but the feeling that he got was too good. He wanted to be filled with the great emotion. He had to go faster. His hand began to move faster, up and down, up and down, up and down. He kept going. Until he finally felt the peak of his orgasm. He screamed as the white substance fired from his dick. He flew across the room, hitting the mirror. It fired again. And again. And again. And one last time. He was gasping. He had grown about a foot taller, from 4 foot to 5 foot. Not to worry, he was still 13. There were, maybe, 8 more years of growing.
Not there was a problem. His clothes didn't fit. What to do?