As Dustin stood making up his mind, he saw the middle school coaches stand, and one of them blow a whistle. The swimmers on both teams straightened, stopped warming up, and took their marks on either side of the pool. Dustin grinned. What better opportunity than a race to make sure every boy got his turn to grow?
As the swimmers prepared to dive in and start the race, Dustin walked forward until he could start to make out specific boys' faces, and, more importantly, their packages. Just moments before the whistle blew and the race began, he fixed his eyes on the first boy in line, and let Ty's gift to him go to work. Then the whistle blew. The boy, a scrawny east Asian kid on the red and black team, froze a moment, looking down in confusion at the unfamiliar feeling in his crotch, but then snapped his attention back to the race and dove in before he got too far behind. Dustin grinned.
Over the next minute or so he let his gaze fall on each boy one by one, giving an extra few seconds to the ones who looked underdeveloped and could use an extra confidence boost. He didn't go too far this first time around — he'd have more chances as the race went on.
It wasn't until he'd finished growing the last boy in line that he took a moment to pay attention to the score. He frowned. The red team was far in the lead, while his old school's team, the dolphins, was lagging far behind. That wouldn't do at all. He turned his gaze back to the pool, where one of the boys he'd stared at the longest was now lagging behind. At first Dustin wasn't sure why, since all he could see while the boy was swimming was his back and perky behind, but when the first round ended and the boy climbed out Dustin understood. The kid's bulge was more than just noticeable now: it was huge. It still wasn't nearly big enough for Dustin's taste, but it was easily larger than most of the high schoolers' swimming in the other pool. Dustins face slowly spread into a grin. The kid's bulge was dragging in the water and slowing him down. If that was the case, he had an idea...
Sparing one last quick glance for the boys on his old team — they deserved to win *and* be hung, in his opinion — Dustin moved his attention fully to the team in red and black. His eyes drifted back to the Asian boy he'd started with, and, as the boys lined up for a second round, he watched the kid's bulge grow bigger and bigger by the second. It looked like his speedo might give out...as the whistle blew again and the boys got ready to dive in, Dustin turned his gaze to the second boy, and grew him just in time to see his bulge bounce and wobble in the air when he leaped upwards and dove into the pool.
This round wasn't like the last. One by one, the boys on the red team slowed down, dragged back by their straining bulges. They didn't stop trying, though — one kid, an older looking boy with light brown skin and wavy black hair, struggled to propel himself forward. He was still neck in neck with the boy next to him on Dustin's old team. Well, that wasn't right at all, now was it? Dustin couldn't call himself a proud former dolphin and let something like *this* happen right in front of him, now could he? Grinning impishly, Dustin stopped glancing from boy to boy, and fixed to full, uninterrupted power of his gaze on the wavy haired kid. Let's see how long he'd keep trying to swim.