Troy continued walking, almost unfazed from that creepy girl.
He shook off their encounter and started to head home after a while.
When he finally got home, he yelled, "Mom, get dinner ready, I'm starving," and headed up to his room.
When he finally looked in the mirror, he noticed his stubble was already back on his face.
He had just shaved this morning. "Ugh!" he screamed, kicking his dresser.
He then went to the bathroom and cleared the stubble off his face, wasting his precious time.
After he looked at himself in the mirror again, he smiled with self arrogance, and sat on his bed.
He felt a bit odd today, and he couldn't just knock it off.
He stared at himself, and noticed minimum changes, but yet he still felt like he was having some growth spout of some sort.
He continued looking at himself until he heard the dreaded noises coming from his mother's house, saying "Dinner's Ready," all polite and kind.
He headed down to the table, sliding down the railing of the stairs.
On the way, he shoved a vase off a table, just to mess with his mom.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of strange anger and pain.
He didn't scream, since he had been in more pain before, but something felt wrong.
He was trying to think of what it could be, when suddenly he realized his stubble was back on his face.
In five minutes. He was very confused, but he continued to eat dinner, almost abnormally, since he wasn't cruel to anyone during the meal of Roast beef and Potatoes.
In fact, his mom and dad thought he was too quiet, because they asked him a few times what was up, but all he did was eat.
He ate so much in fact that his parents only had one serving.
That was normal, but normally Troy's mom would save some for her son's lunch the next day.
As soon as he was done, he burped, almost satisfied, and headed back on up to his room.
When he got back up to his room, he had the strange feeling he should masterbate, which made no sense at all.
He fought it off for a while until his urge became too strong, and he started to pull down his pants.
He waddled over to the door, almost half naked, and locked the door, so no-one could see him.
Then, he looked at his wonderous dick, and started to squeeze and play with it.
It felt so stange, so wonderful, that he continued doing it, over and over again, until he started to reach a climax.
Then, suddenly, a wave of cum started to squirt out of his dick. Troy suddenly panicked, disgusted.
He wiped his dick off, pulled up his pants, and cleaned himself.
Then, he got his stuff ready, and headed out to the football game.
When he got to the field, he felt a bit heavier, almost stronger. He smiled at this confidence, but passed it off as nothing.
When he headed to the locker room, he pulled out his gear, and started to get dressed.
As he put on his helmet, Troy finally noticed how much stronger he was than yesterday.
He was even bigger, and his suit seemed a lot smaller than he remembered.
He smiled, almost devilishly, when he saw his favorite victim just on the other side of the field.
Troy ran across the field, and once he finally got to his victim, he grabbed him by his shoulders and threw him to the ground, even easier than other times.
His victim cried, but all Troy could feel was pain.
Not mental pain, but physical pain, and Troy's victim noticed his pain, almost like a dog with an electric fence collar.
He slowly walked backwards, towards his teammates, and felt his body changing even more.
He felt his body grow, muscles expanding, and he couldn't stop it.
The tops of his hands started growing hair, and he felt hair growing on his legs and arms.
He felt so good, and he may have been different, but he felt ready to play the game.
The only problem was, Troy didn't know tackling others counted as a way to receive punishment from the acusrid girl...