Dustin was giddy at how well his new power was working, and starting to feel addicted to the feeling of making people grow. It seemed like whatever Ty had wished to give him this new power had cancelled out at least part of the old wish to make Dustin grow any time he got aroused — before Ty had transformed him he's always assumed he was straight, but after changing the baseball team he was sporting a semi that strained against the stretchy fabric of his shorts. Blushing, he ducked into a public bathroom, shut himself in a stall, and planned his next move while he waited for his dick to go down.
By the time he was soft again, he had it: the pool! There was a rec center inside the mall, and he was sure some middle or high school team would be practicing this time of day. And, best of all, swimmers meant speedos.
Dustin adjusted his dick, left the bathroom, and quickly set off in the direction of the pool, too excited by his new idea to even notice as a trio of teenage boys yelped with surprise as he absently looked over at them on the walk over — one of their dicks had grown so fast it ripped through his briefs.
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When Dustin arrived at the pool, he grinned. His instinct had been right — from what he could see there were not one, but *three* whole teams practicing here. There were two pretty spacious pools in the room. The one on the left was currently lined with two teams of what looked like older middle schoolers stretching and chatting with each other before what he could only assume was a race. He was pleased to notice that the team closer to him had on speedos which matched his own old school colors from when he was in middle school: turquoise and white stripes. The other team he didn't recognize, but wore speedos in varying shades of black and red.
The other pool was occupied by teenagers around Dustins own age, similarly dressed in navy blue matching speedos but doing laps and drills rather than preparing for an actual competition. In the middle, between the two pools, sat three coaches chatting amongst each other. The middle school coaches looked to be in their 30s and 40s, and wore board shorts and variations on the theme of "Hawaiian shirt." The teen swimmers didn't seem to be paying much attention to their coach, though, a somewhat downtrodden looking man with a skinny build and a mousy brown hair. He looked to be shorter than some of his athletes.