In stepped Miles the varsity wrestling captain in his spandex wrestling uniform. He stopped for a second when he saw Rob bracing himself against the wall. "You alright man?" he asked stepping up to the trough urinal and working his way out of the singlet. "Yea, yea man just got a little dizzy" Rob admitted still holding his little package in his hand. Miles caught sight of it, "Hmm looks like me and you got that in common" Miles said nodding towards Robs dick as he he pulled out his 3" dick. "We got screwed in the cock department, but at least I have my muscles and you're tall" Miles went on now staring ahead at the wall as he peed. Rob took the opportunity to check out Miles. He was about average height with styled brown hair, his muscles were what set him apart. He had thick impressive arms and legs, with well formed gluets and abs you could wash clothes on. Rob figured Miles had spent hours in the gym working on getting his body into peak physical condition, Rob didn't have the time or patiences to spend in the gym. He knew what he'd be taking next.
Miles finished up peeing and looked back over at Rob, who was staring casually at the wall now. Miles walked over and washed his hands while working his singlet up his chest and over his shoulders, not quite noticing yet that it was fitting loosely. By the time Miles walked out of the bathroom, the spandex outfit was hanging off him. Rob on the other hand found his muscles exploding in size. His clothes were practically bursting at the seams. Rob let out a "fuck yeah" as he watched his flabby stomach tighten up and abs form. His dick was rock hard now, its small size looked even more ridiculous on his tall muscular frame. He knew what he needed next.