Another naked guy enters the showers, while you're flexing to show off your new muscles. He stops and stares at you.
"Dude, you're huge! Are you using steroids or something, cause with the bulk you put on, you-"
Rick chose this inopportune moment to pull a Nightmare on Elm Street move, and push his face out of your right pec mouthing "Help me!"
"Rick?" asked the other guy as he took a step toward you, and you began moving toward him. He turned and started to run, and you run and throw yourself at him. There is the rubbery sound of a splat as you and he are plastered to the tile wall.
"Mmmfkoomf!" screamed the other guy as he is absorbed.
You burp loudly, and head for the scale. You hadn't meant to bulk up this much. He had to weigh at least 130 lbs. You feel like your gut will explode. You tip the scales at - well, it only goes up to 350lbs, and you're over that. You sigh, head for the toilets, and sit down. It's more painful than any turd you ever passed. It's really more of a big blue latex worm than a turd. It must weigh 20-30 lbs. It reshapes into another latex football uniform. You grin, and hang it in Ace's locker. He's out for the day due to his regular braces adjustment. He'll be surprised tomorrow when he puts on his new gear. Your stomach rumbles again. You groan, and you don't make it to the toilet this time. You just push out another uniform right there.
"Hey, what d'ya just do?" asks Tyrone. Oh, great he saw you.
"Uh, just dropped a new uniform. You want it. I put Ace's in his. The vendor apparently shipped them separately. I imagine the whole team will have them within a week or so."
"But it looked like, you shit it out."
"I'm wearing my gear, but I dropped it because I had a major cramp. Ate the Cafeteria Burrito Special," you explain.
"Oh?" he nods knowingly, "Uh, sure let's see how that rubber shit fits. It looks really good on you."