Cole felt like a deer caught in headlights. Everybody in the changing rooms was going about their business as usual and moving on, except for the two of them.
"Wha... what are you looking at", Cole mustered after a few seconds.
"Nothing!" a flustered Sam replied before abruptly turning around. "I don't know what you're talking about. Hurry up or everybody's gonna wait on us."
Cole was left wondering more. Did Sam see his bulge? His breasts? Or maybe what happened earlier made things weird between him and his friend?
All these questions were bouncing around his head as Cole started warming up with everybody else. Through the stretching and jogging though his attention was brought back to his body condition and a few challenges. Not only his large dick filled most of the space in the front of his shorts, but his quite developped ballsack kept rubbing against his thighs.
On top of that, his growing breasts bounced with every jump, and it took very little time for the fabric and air movement to make his nipples rock hard in his sleeveless shirt. Occasionally glancing towards Sam, Cole felt as though his friend was avoiding him and looked more flustered by the minute.
Two third into the session, Cole couldn't keep his nipples from poking through his shirt, and the breasts themselves were getting heavier and heavier, swaying with his every movement. Looking down he realized his swollen chest wouldn't be able to pass as masculine much longer, and his boobs would be visible from the side through his armholes if he was not careful.
That's when Sam excused himself and asked to go to the restroom, looking unwell. After a few minutes without any sign of him, Cole volunteered to the coach to check on Sam.
As Cole quietly entered the changing room area, he heard some shuffling in the far end of the room, and cautiously walked around the lockers and benches to approach. Peeking out carefully, he spotted Sam sitting in a corner and grunting frustratedly, his eyes moist with tears while he was jerking off, mumbling to himself.
"C'mon now..." Sam growled in annoyance at his cock, which though very erect didn't seem more cooperative than that. That's when he looked up and noticed Cole standing there.
"Is, uh, everything okay? Coach sent me to make sure everything's alright," Cole stuttered, making Sam almost jump in embarassment.
"Fuck dude, don't sneak up on me like that, it's not right" a very flustered Sam replied. "No everything is not okay, I don't know what's going on today but I can't keep that boy down. It's so annoying!"
Of course Cole suspected he was responsible because of his pheromones, but he couldn't possibly admit that to his friend.
"Ok then, uh, do you... need a hand," Cole let out at once, almost holding his breathe. "I mean, you did send dick pics earlier so isn't that kind of the same?"
"What, no! I wouldn't do that with a guy! I mean, it's not that you're not a dude but with your moobs and stuff, it's like, not the same. I wouldn't do that with any other guy."
"Ok so what you're saying is that you would do stuff with me, right?" Cole teased in a moment of bravery.
"Don't make it weird! And i-if you do it, then you got to remove your shirt. I don't want to-to feel like I'm doing it with one of the guys from the team," Sam stuttured. His dick throbbed a little, his body betraying his sudden coyness.