Unfortunately for you, that's exactly what your best friend, Jake, did as his locker was right next to yours. Even more unfortunately, he was a bit of a sweet tooth and couldn't help but be very audible about it.
"Whoa, dude! You have cookies?"
And even so much more unfortunately, every guy in the locker room was instantly on you the moment they heard his announcement, adding more so to their drawing towards you initially from the residual smell still coming strong from your sweet scented cum. But most fortunately, it seemed no one was chastising you for potentially getting the guys in trouble. In fact, it seemed every young man was rather enticed to eat some!
"Man, you gotta share some of that!"
"I'm starving here!"
"You're not gonna hog it all to yourself, right?"
You look down to see that there was just enough so that everyone, including yourself, could have two. So, shrugging at the lack of issues yours classmates have, you say, "Why not? Just make sure Edwards doesn't see any crumbs on your mouths or she's gonna kick all our asses!"
They all excitedly agree, most of them not even half dressed as they heard Jake's announcement in the middle of slipping on their clothes. So all of you gleefully and quickly munch on a pair of cookies each. They looked like sugar cookies which you assumed that it and the icing on each were gluten-free and probably used natural sugar as it tasted different, yet amazing. It had a strange salty smell and taste to it, but all it really did was compliment the sweetness of it. Unbeknownst to any of you, by the time all of you finished off the second one, your underwear, boxers, and gym shorts alike began tenting in some arousal, though not as extremely as when you drank your neighbor's protein drink.
With the plate now empty, to your relief, and crumbs swept away from sight, all of you quickly finish changing into your gym wear and head out to the track. While this is a college course, it was treated more like a high school class due to its simplicity as a free elective, yet Mrs. Edwards was tapping her foot impatiently for the whole class as though it was training time for the sports team. You see Lucy leading the girls out of the locker room, just as perky and somewhat pent up as they exited. You didn't know it, but your sister had also forgotten her lunch and was given the same food as you, with a similar situation playing out in the women's lockers.
"Okay, if all you young'uns are done messing around, why don't all of you give me ten laps to warm-up?" the middle-aged teacher yelled, blowing her whistle immediately after. Normally, this routine would make you groan aloud, but this time, the energy from the cookies seemed to really do its work and actually made the entire class to be hyped up for the run! With that, you take the lead of your class with Lucy and the rest following behind in a neat line.
For you and Lucy, the run actually became much more manageable than usual, both of you unaware that your rabbit-made shoes were starting to fit more comfortably for your tingling feet and your strides now getting a bit more bound in every step. The same was with the rest of your classmates, all except for the fact that now the tips of their feet were aching as they began pushing against the front of their running shoes. Mrs. Edwards wasn't there to witness any of this as she was inside the women's locker room to do her quick inspection for 'health contraband'
By the time you finished your laps, everyone was panting from the exercise, but no one seemed to be winded, especially you since you usually were on the ground when you passed the line last, now instead hopping in place for more after crossing it first.
"Good to see everyone's rearing for more! Now that's the kind of hustle I want to see!" Mrs. Edwards says, coming back from her inspection. If everyone had looked early, they would have seen her brushing off bits of leftover cookies that Lucy had left in her bag, of which the pair smelled too enticing for the teacher to pass up. This left her upbeat like her students, even smiling cheerfully against her usual no nonsense attitude.