“Damn!” Sam thought to himself as the track team strolled off the field, sporting their recently-gained, enormous bulges. “That was hot.”
He looked down, not surprised to see that he had developed quite the large boner over the past few minutes. He smiled, rubbing it through his jeans. Sam was rather proud of his impressive but still modest dick. It could be... useful at times. He looked back up as Liam, the surprisingly buff redhead, stopped to adjust his footlong cock in his thin spandex track singlet. Holy cow, it was huge! It wasn’t often that Sam saw a redhead who was hung like a horse, so he savored getting to watch Liam struggle with his monster cock, which was trying very hard to tear its way out.
“Tomorrow.” Sam thought to himself. “This’ll be even more fun.
—The Next Day—
“Fuck this!” Chase yelled in frustration as he dropped his drawstring bag in the field’s locker room. “All the girls are trying to fuck me, and all the guys think I’m stuffing socks in my underwear!” He growled in frustration as he looked at the heavy bulge in his shorts.
“Yeah right, like we can even wear underwear anymore,” Liam grumbled from his seat on the bench. “I’m been going commando since I ripped through a pair of briefs after I got back to my dorm yesterday.”
“At least we didn’t have to wear singlets in class!” Kristian yelled, pulling out his white track uniform. “How the hell are we supposed to compete next week when it’ll look like we’ve got Pringles cans shoved down there? Singlets hide absolutely nothing!” The tall Swede angrily banged his fist against his locker as the rest of the team continued to vent their frustrations as well.
Will, the team captain, closed his eyes and rested his forehead in his hand. “Quiet guys!” he yelled. They complied.
In a quieter voice, he continued: “Look, I know this is weird and all. Believe me, I know.” Gesturing down to his strained jeans, he went on: “I look like I stole a salami from the cafeteria.” That elicited a few sad chuckles from the team.
“But look guys, we have to keep going. We can’t do anything to change this, but we’re not going to let it ruin our athletic careers. Nobody was ever disqualified for having a big dick. So let’s muster our dignity, and keep going. That’s all we can do.” Will gave a faint, tired smile.
Another runner, Harvey, raised his hand.
“Yeah Harvey?” Will asked.
“Are we going to still have to wear our singlets?” he asked nervously. A murmur went around the locker room as others wondered the same thing.
Will sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. We’ll be disqualified for not wearing our team uniforms at meets, so there’s no way around that. We might as well get used to wearing them at practice, then. I also know that our jockstraps won’t fit anymore, which could be a problem. However, I have custom ordered some extra large ones, which will hopefully fit us. Our bulges will still be pretty obnoxious, but at least they won’t be flopping like a beached fish.”
This elicited another badly-needed chuckle from the group.
“Unfortunately, they won’t be here for a week or two, but they’ll be here before our next meet, which is good news. Until then, we’ll just have to go commando on the track.”
Everyone groaned.
Will sighed again. “Well that’s about it. Get changed and let’s get out there.”
—Outside—
Sam grinned. Yesterday’s event was quite exciting. Cock growth was a specialty of his which he greatly enjoyed watching. Today’s would be something even bigger.
He produced a small container full of powder from a pocket in his jacket, much like the one from yesterday. This container, however, contained something very different. It was another specially-formulated mixture mostly comprised of myostatin inhibitors and powerful but undetectable steroids. As one might guess, it caused muscular growth throughout the entire body. It was also dissolvable in water. Thankfully, Will always set the team’s water cooler up before they went to change. “How convenient...” Sam thought to himself.
Quickly, Sam hurried over to the orange cooler, removed the lid, and unceremoniously dumped the container inside. He replaced the lid and once again settled in his spot near the bleachers, hidden by the shadows. Time for the fireworks.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later, the team emerged from the locker room, once again sporting their bulging packages in those thin, white singlets. “Nice,” Sam thought. Though obviously uncomfortable with the heavy cocks and balls barely contained in their uniforms, they set off on their run around the track, unaware of what was to come.