The soft bed quickly put you to sleep and you sailed away like a river into a bright world of dreams.
##########
"Mr. Coach, Mr. Coach, wake up!"
You really wanted to sleep and just brushed off someone's insistent push. You turned on your side and tried to cover yourself with your warm blanket... but he wasn't there.
You opened your eyes.
There were 7 pairs of waiting eyes looking at you. You were lying on a hard bench and you were wearing a tracksuit.
"Uh... uh... uh..."
You tried to say something, but your tongue wouldn't obey you at all. Gathering your confused thoughts, you were able to order your body to stand up. You were surrounded by guys wearing basketball uniforms. There were 7 of them, all of them looked 17-16 years old, that is, your peers. The first thing that surprised you was that they were all very low. The tallest was 5'7" tall. And the rest were even lower. The youngest was also the shortest, about 5'. And this is the basketball team?
"Mr. Coach, can we start the warm-up?"
The question was asked by the "tallest" player, most likely the captain. He had pleasant eyes and black hair, the color of a raven's wing. For some reason you knew that his name was Mark.
"Yes... yes, start"
You just needed silence. While the guys were warming up, you were just trying to figure out what was going on here...
*creak**creak**creak*
The sound of creaking clothes caught your attention. You look for the source of that sound and look at the guys. The sound comes from them.
To your surprise, they were taller than you, their bellies were bare and their shoes were obviously too tight.
"Coach, when will we finally get new clothes? Even Sean is already having a hard time getting into his sneakers."
Your eyes are bulging. The guys in front of you have become bigger. The team captain was looking at you from 7 feet high, and "short" Sean was as tall as you.
"What? But weren't you just lower?"
The guys look at each other in bewilderment. Only the captain was humorous.
"Coach, we stretched out so well in the summer. Although some people still call us "Northern shrimps"."
You closed your eyes and rubbed the bridge of your nose. What's going on anyway? There are a lot of questions in your head, but you are interrupted again by the characteristic creak of clothes.
*creak**creak**creak*
You don't want to open your eyes. Your insides are aching unpleasantly - a sign of anxiety. You just want to be in your bed and hope it's just a dream.
"Em... The coach? Are you thinking about something now?"
"Yeah, about where I can get a new uniform."
"But... why? We received a new set of uniforms yesterday. Coach, are you okay?"
You opened your eyes.
Shorts.
The first thing you saw were excellent quality basketball shorts. And those shorts were huge. Your head slowly rises up and you see Mark's face.
`12 feet`
You immediately identified his height. It was the height of a basketball hoop. The guys were at least 11 and a half feet tall. You were up to their waists.
"Em... But you just complained that you don't have a new uniform."
"Coach, we got the uniform a week ago. It's a gift from a sponsor."
"And why such generosity?"
Mark chuckled.
"But we are the best players. We are offered sponsorship contracts every day. But honestly, we couldn't do anything without your training."
The guys were pretty buzzing.
"Yes, coach, you have revealed the potential of our growth."
It was very pleasant for you to receive thanks. Even though it was a dream, it was becoming more pleasant.
"Well, then, let's get to work. Play one ring"
You felt for the whistle in your pocket and took it out, but accidentally dropped it on the floor. When you bent down, there was a creaking sound again... but for some reason it stopped quickly. You didn't pay attention to it until a loud voice called out to you.
"Hey, Max, we're alone now,"
but that was weird. And why did it get so dark?
You look at the guys and all you see is Mark. Absolutely huge and naked Mark. He was 50 feet tall. He was sitting on his ass and leaning against the wall and ceiling.
"Hey, Max, hihi, you're playing the shy boy today~"
"Um... And where is everyone? Isn't it training now?"
Mark laughed heartily, which made the hall start to shake.
"You're so funny today. Max, why should we train? Hihi, it's others who need to train not to fall under our huge feet. By the way, I like the idea of doing this in the gym. When I'm in a cramped room, it's so exciting. Reminds me how huge I am."
A huge hand grabbed you. Now this dream was more like a nightmare. Mark held you up to his face. It looked even bigger up close. Suddenly his smile became even wider
"Hihi, I'm waiting for you in the real world ~"
Mark began to bring you to his face with the desire to kiss. The moment you plunged into his warm lips, you woke up.
##########
"Oh my God, I'm going to dream about this."
You're in your room, and there are no giants. Another dream, though the giant's last words were firmly in your head.
"To hell with it."
With a feeling of lightness in your soul, you got dressed and went to the kitchen. Your adorable mom was standing there cooking scrambled eggs. The soft aroma of Italian herbs awakened your appetite.
"Good morning, son. You're a real miracle to me."
"Um, thank you. And what did I do."
"I'm so happy for you. You're a real good boy. Max, you are invited to become a coach for the student basketball team."
"Wow, this is unexpected. It's funny, but today I dreamed that I was the coach of the basketball team. My God, it was crazy."
Mom was humming softly to herself, and you were very surprised. You certainly played basketball well, but you certainly weren't top 1 in college.
When a plate with a fragrant breakfast appeared on the table, you heard the sound of water in the bathroom.
"Mom, has Dad not left yet?"
"Oh, I completely forgot to say. The captain of the team personally came to greet you, my angel."
Of course, you were embarrassed that you were being treated like a child, but you were flattered.
"I'm sorry for causing so much inconvenience. I was in such a hurry to see our coach that I forgot to go to the toilet
at home."
The team captain entered the kitchen.
Your fork fell on the table, and there was a lump in your throat.
The radiant eyes of a very cute guy with raven-colored hair and a height of 5'7" looked at you.
"Good morning, Mr. Coach. I'm Mark, the captain of the Northern Wolves."
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