"All right you lugs, into the weight room!" Zeb bellows, watching everyone like a hawk. You watch as the team lumbers in that direction, big beefy men every one of them, thick with muscle. You follow, your own body feeling strange, now that it's so much bigger.
Moments later, the entire team is in the weight room, and Zeb follows behind, closing the door. The odor of sweat and musk is unmistakable, but it doesn't smell so bad. Kind of good, actually.
Zeb strides to the front, and addresses the team. "I want a full-body workout today, boys. Every body part. No splitting. I want you to hit everything with at least four exercises, not three. And I want you to lift heavy. Very heavy. Heavier than you ever had before. And keep your uniforms on!"
For the next two hours, you, and everyone else on the team lift like madmen, amazed at your new strength and stamina. The team was big, coming off the track, but the way everyone is bloating now, with thick, powerful muscle... it's beginning to look like a team of hairy bodybuilders now! The uniforms stretch over the huge, bulging muscles of the football players, as they grunt and groan, lifting ever larger weights, their bodies swelling powerfully. Your own body is so massive, it feels strange to move. When the two hours are up, Coach Zeb calls everyone to the center of the room again.
"Nice job today, boys. Or should I say, 'Men'." A few chuckles rise from the crowd. "Tomorrow, we'll have a standard practice. Today, I want you to hand back the uniforms, and head for the showers. We did strength and speed and endurance today. We'll work on the rest tomorrow. Dismissed!"
The team slowly lined up in front of Coach Zeb, one by one, and stripped off their shiny latex outfits, and handed them over. No one had any shame about their nudity - in fact, they grinned and showed off, flexing huge biceps or freaky pecs, rubbing their hairy torsos with thick hands. You can't help but do the same, handing over your suit to Coach Zeb, who's smirking now, and feeling your own huge arms when you're done. "So, when's the Head Coach coming back?" you ask.
Zeb just smirks at you. "Hmm... maybe in a few weeks. I've got the team until then."