Jake looked at the tiny wet shorts lying on the floor of the dressing room, and his t-shirt was stretched and
torn from his growth spurt. He dug out his cell phone to call a friend to bring him some clothes and to show
off his new jock stud bud. He started to key in his best friend Matthew, but remembered he was working now.
So he scrolled to Bryce's name and keyed dial.
"Hey, Bryce, do me a favor, and stop by my apartment and bring me some fresh clothes," Jake started.
"Who is this?" Bryce asked. The voice was deeper than anyone he knew, but the guy apparently knew him.
"Oh, my voice changed too?" Jake asked, "How's it different? This is Jake."
"Changed? Jake? Your voice is like three octaves lower than before. What do you mean changed? Why dya need
some fresh clothes?" Bryce was suspicious this was a prank.
"Dude, it's me Jake. I just had a growth spurt, and my shorts are wet," Jake said, "I'm in a dressing room at
that new shop downtown. Now go by my apartment, the spare key is in the fire hose box next to my door. There's
a wicker chest of drawers next to my bed. In the bottom drawer are some white shorts and a XXXL UP Pilots
jersey. Go get them, quick okay."
"XXXL will look like a tent on you, what gives?"
"Just do it, Bryce. You'll find out."
Bryce didn't have anything better to do, and was curious, so he said,"Okay, Jake."
He hung up, and headed over to Jake's place.
Jake grinned as he set the phone down. He bent over and lifted his foot toward his nose. He took a deep
breath. Damn, he smelled good.
"Mmmm, my feet reek so good," Jake said. He felt his dripping huge cock pushing into his pec. He extended his
tongue to taste foul smelling sneaker. He felt like an electrical spark leap from the shoe to his tongue, then
he tasted bitterness, and blew his load. The underside of his hin and his chest were covered with like 6
ounces of gooey cum. He wiped off his chin and chest with his all ready wet shorts. He licked the white goo
off his hand. Instantly, he felt his body grow a tad bigger. Then he shifted to get a better look at his balls
under his massive cock. He hefted his cock out of the way, and cradled his now tennis ball size size
testicles. He grinned, he felt even hornier than before. It was a good thing Bryce was on the way. He
scraped the rest of the cum off his chest and chin, but instead of eating it, he massaged the cum into his
stinky shoes.
Bryce found the key, and the clothes. He laughed imagining Jake wearing this huge gear. He shoved them into
Jake's gym bag which was hanging on the back of his front door. Then he started on his five minute walk from
Jake's place to the shop.
The shop was interesting. Bryce paused to glance in some of the cases. A couple of things looked interesting.
He smiled, and reached for an orange box with an intriguing label. He paused, frowned, looked down at the bag
in his hand. He could come back and check this out later. Right now he needed to see Jake. He looked at the
doorway with the sign that read "Changing Rooms." He headed through the doorway. The first dressing room
door was open and the room was entry. The second door was closed. He knocked on it, and the door swung open
to reveal another empty room. The third door was locked, so Bryce called out, "Jake?"
Jake was on the threshold of blowing another load, when he heard Bryce at the door.
He stood, and reached the door knob without taking a step. He opened the door.
"Hey, Bryce, good to see you," Jake said.
Bryce's jaw dropped. Jake was naked. Jake was huge. Bryce took a deep breath, and Jake's pungent scent hit.
"Close the door behind you," Jake ordered.