Simon groaned as his bones grew, sinews and muscles expanded. His shoulders were now touching the opposite walls of the hallway, and his IQ was dropping faster than a lead weight in a glass of 200 proof alcohol (the nerds will understand this reference).
Curt just shook his head looking at the dull happy grin appearing on Simon's face.
"Well, looks like you won't be playing basketball,now, Simon, tch, tch," Curt said standing up.
"Uh?"asked Simon squirming as he was wedged between the walls and couldn't figure out how to get free.
"Yeah, you've got the body for a tackle or a line man now."
"Uh-huh," nodded Simon happily.
"Line-man, a tackle has to make decisions about who to go after," Curt concluded.
"Uh-huh," nodded Simon in agreement, then looking from side to side at the walls imprisoning him, he looked imploringly at Curt and said, "Uh?"
"You're stuck?"
"Uh-huh," he nodded.
"Yeah, well that's what I was trying to tell you. Over dose on that jock juice and you're big as a house. You'll have a load of other problems. Like your clothing is in shreds, at your size it pretty much needs to be custom made, and you probably haven't noticed, but your chest pushes your elbows out, so you can't touch your own cock. Makes it hard to piss, let alone get dressed. Oh, you're not the first one to do this either. Other problems including jerking off or having sex. Again your hands no longer can reach your cock, so you have to get someone else to jerk you off or blow you. And the only sex you can have is lying down with somebody sliding up and down on your cock. You probably weigh at least half a ton and would crush anybody's pelvis if you tried to screw them." Curt shook his head.
"Uh, uh, uh," Simon was starting show signs of panic looking rapidly right then left then right again.
"Stay calm, I'll get you out, big boy," Curt said.
"Hm?"
"Turn sideways," Curt said reaching up and pushing Simon's right pec to help him turn. "Good now walk sideways, this way," Curt led Simon by taking his huge thumb.
"Aaah," sighed Simon standing in the locker room free from the hallway walls.
"Not so hard," Curt said pulling his hand away from Simon's. He waved his now bright red hand, which was red from Simon squeezing it.
"Oh, oh," said Simon raising his hand to his mouth.
"Yeah, I know you don't know your own strength," Curt said, "Come on, we'll see if there's any XXXXXXL gear in the supply room. Like I said this isn't the first time it's happened.
"OH!" exclaimed Simon as he froze in front of a mirror. He couldn't see all of his body, but from what he could see he was concerned.
"Your cock's still huge, Simon, it just looks small compared to the rest of you. If it grew proportionately you'd be sporting a 3 foot cock, and that wouldn't work for sex with any human. See it's bigger than mine," Curt opened his pants and pulled out his 5" flaccid cock, and held it up next to Simon's 8" one. Your cock used to be smaller than mine, remember?"
"Uh?" Simon concentrated, and then after a long pause added, "Uh-huh."
"Come on you dumb jock," Curt grabbed Simon's cock this time and led him toward the supply room.