The pills Mark gave him were a super form of testosterone, and Russel could feel the effects flowing through him as he started with bench pressing.
"1. 2. 3. 4...." Russel shouted out as he rythmically pushed up the bar, having to catch up to his previous max of benching 400 pounds.
Suddenly, something caught in his throat as he yelled out a "5." something was different his voice sometime... it was... deeper.... but wasn't it always this deep? His mind blanked out as he realized he was thinking way too hard about something maybe a dorky nerd might think about.
When he was at 10 reps, suddenly his face, arms, legs, chest, and groin became scratchy. "Huh?" Dark hair grew everywhere, first on his legs, then behind his jockstrap, then up a newly formed treasure trail.... then on his armpits, and finally, his face.
As the stubble grew in on his chin, the testosterone made it become angular and pronounced. His jaw became square-ish, and his cheekbones pressed through as his voice deepened still.
"What the fuck, my body hair's driving me FUCKING INSANE!", Russel roared as he continued benching.
"19, 20, 21, 22..." This weight was way too light for him... he added a couple of 45's and started over.
As he lifted, the other jocks watched, amazed. They all got in their friday afternoon lifts by 5:00, but this guy just kept going and going, set, after set after set. They didn't realize that Russel was growing on the spot as he lifted, changing from the super testosterone's effects.
First, Russel's pecs were building themselves into boulders. Then, his lats and entire backside grew. His shoulders gained muscle as the bone stretched itself sideways, and his biceps and triceps became footballs and baseballs. His washboard abs were now cobblestones, and his neck muscles made even his square face look smaller. His calves grew and so did his thighs, straining against the red striped boxers. Finally, his dick, once 5 inches hard, became 5 inches soft. As the testosterone flooded his balls, he couldn't help but get an errection, and the member grew steadilly from 5 to 6, to 7, and then finally 8 and a half inches. He was HUGE!
"FUCK YEAH THAT WAS A GOOD WORKOUT!" Russel shouted as he punched a jock on the arm.
"Cap'n, that stuff was amazing, I can't fucking thank you enough. Where can I get some more?" Russel said, wiping off his sweat."
"You don't need pills, Russel, when your body can make the same exact thing.", Mark replied.
"What the fuck do you mean?", Russel asked.
"I mean that as soon as I'm done with this sentence and snap my fingers, your balls are going to start making that super testosterone themselves, so you'll have a never-ending supply." Mark snapped his fingers.
Russel became dazed. "What were you talking about again, Cap'n?"