(based on the sequence by Arania)
Troy was not liking his options so far.
He'd been decisively told he was just not big and strong enough to keep up on the Varsity Football Team at his local high school. Eighteen, having lifted weights for most of his life, and even then, Troy had been unable to keep his position as he moved from Junior Year to Senior Year. The guys on the Varsity Team were just all way too big in comparison to Troy. One of them named Cliff even called Troy "Teeny Troy" after his tryouts. Sure he apologized after, but Troy wasn't going to take that from him.
While he was usually the type to try and lift clean, with as few supplements as possible, he wasn't gonna let himself lose the status and position of being on the football team. So he'd need muscle, and he'd need a lot of it fast. But he didn't want to lower himself to using the typical steroids. The side effects were well known, and he didn't know how big a dose he'd need and how bad the effects would therefore be. No way could Troy let his balls shrink - his girlfriend would suss it out before long.
So he'd need something that'd be able to muscle him up but not cause him to wither anywhere.
So here he was. Standing in the back of the stadium parking lot at the school, meeting with a shady customer who was carrying a container of black and white pills. Troy heard the guy talk up "Equinox-99" as the solution to all of Troy's problems, and how it had none of the usual side effects, and would even stay hidden from the tests that every team had to do now because of all the steroid and doping scandals. His wounded masculinity guiding his hand, Troy put money into the guy's hands, told him to keep the change, and hurried off before anyone might see him.
The pills came with a recommended dosage, two pills a day, once during the morning, once during the night. And seeing as it was getting pretty damn close to night right now... he figured he could get away with taking his first pill as soon as he got home. Troy put his steroid purchase away in a pocket as he walked in. His dad was asleep on the downstairs living room chair, having been watching some old football games.
Dad was one of the reasons Troy had to get on to the team no matter what. If Troy failed to get on the team, he'd get beaten black and blue most likely by that guy. Dad just...didn't take failure well. Especially when it was Troy.
Heading upstairs to his room, Troy took out his pills and sat down on the bed. He was hoping they'd be like how the guy had described them - impossible to find on the tests, no side effects. He knew how sometimes well, really, often, it was difficult nigh impossible to trust these guys, but Troy was running out of options. He took out his first pill and put it into his mouth. The bitterness was overwhelming, and much as some people talked about bitter pills, he doubted anyone had handled something like this.
He swallowed it down and nigh immediately started to feel a sense of odd vertigo settling over him. He was glad he'd sat down before taking the pill, hoping he wasn't gonna be poisoned or anything like that. A weird tingling feeling started coming over him, and Troy looked down at his arm to see his bicep was swelling, growing against his shirt sleeve. His eyes widened, the weird tingling feeling was still pretty intense, but he was pleased to see at least it was apparently a fast working pill.
Damn! He swore he saw it put like an inch and a half to two inches on his biceps, his chest was pressing out more against his shirt, and his abs looked stronger and pressed out more against his shirt. Troy groaned as he felt his legs tighten against his jeans, swiftly taking them off and watching his quads and thighs growing larger. And due to this, he could see at least the typical side effects were absent as his eyesight drifted to his boxers.
If anything his manhood and balls looked a bit bigger in his boxers. Yeah, definitely a bit bigger. He cupped them and almost swooned from the sensation. Maybe it was even making things a bit more sensitive than usual! Troy marveled at his reflection in his mirror by his bed, turning and observing his increased musculature. He looked great now!
Troy felt the changes slow and then stop, and he looked himself over again with a grin. Football team here I come, he thought. He'd definitely need to use those pills more going forward. Following the dosage would be high on his priority list. He looked down at the impression of his phone in his jean pocket, and thought about going out with his girlfriend tonight. She'd probably be happy with at least some of the changes that had gone on down there.
Or he could go out to the gym and show off how his muscles were looking and how strong he was now. Troy could tell it already - he was a lot stronger than he was usually. These weren't show muscles. He knew a number of guys at the gym who'd all be so fucking jealous...