Keith couldn't help admiring himself in the bathroom mirror. The top button of his jeans was open, as his new waist was a tad to wide for Keith's clothes. Keith frowned. He was definitely taller, but his jeans had grown to cover his ankles. His shirt had become broad enough in the shoulders, but remained its original length. Now his hairy six pack abs were visible for all to see. His jacket had changed into a letterman's jacket, and from the patches on it Keith was now on the wrestling, football and baseball teams. He figured that the changes to his clothing had to have been purposeful on Jake's part, but why?
Obviously, it had to do with getting revenge on some of the guys - Keith's eyes went wide. Jake and he had been at grade school together, and Jake had been angry at Keith. He swallowed hard. That was over ten years ago, but that was when his penis had stopped growing in length. Jake must have done it. The testosterone was flowing now as his bulge grew even larger. Keith pounded his palm with his fist. Jake had done that to him, and he was doing this now. Was he making amends or just toying with Keith. Keith stared at the familiar yet strange reflection in the glass. Was this how he would have looked if Jake hadn't gotten mad at him when they were little kids? Or would he have looked the same as did only with a larger bulge? He shook his head. He was worried about what Jake might have planned for him. He might help Jake and end up with his mind wiped and back to his tiny cocked form. He had to be careful. He'd play along with Jake, but he'd watch his back, and if the opportunity arose -
The bathroom door swung open and in strode Matthew Rood. He was aptly named "rude."
"Hey, Dwarf-dick!" Matt shouted as he entered. He was going to say more, but he stopped short as he stared up into the new and improved Keith's eyes. "Uh, sorry, dude, looking for someone else," he said sizing up the hulking figure looming over him, "You must be new in school. I'm the captain of the football t-" He stopped and stared at Keith's letterman's jacket. He stared at the Captain's patch on Keith's jacket. Then he looked at his own jacket and almost screamed. His patch identified him as the Team Manager - a glorified jockstrap attendant! "Uh, I , uh, don't unders-s-s-tand," he stammered.
Keith felt sorry for Matt. Jake's revenge had begun. Everyone remembered how Keith had led the school's football team to victory. They all were remembering Matt's role too. He kept the football team satisfied. Matt licked his lips, and fell liquid ooze out of his sore ass.