You see Harry's face again as you round the next turn, his facial hair looks thicker than a quarter mile ago, higher on his
cheeks, covering his neck and disappearing into the tight blue performance shirt. It also appears his light brown eyebrows have
merged.
Back into the strait away your eyes fixate on his bouncing ass, the blue pant material stretched tight against his cheeks, which
almost appear to be growing before your eyes. A gap of skin slowly begins to become visible between the shirt and pants, the top
of his ass becoming visible. You recall his once smooth ass, now in contrast with the top of his crack sticking out, brown hairs
spread across it.
Your eyes are glued to his hot ass, wanting to touch it so bad. You give the crotch of your pants a quick adjustment, not knowing
your balls are expanding, your once average penis now an inch longer, your own ass bulging out the back of your pants, entrancing
the guy running behind you.
"Alright JACKASSES! That's enough running, go hit the showers!" Zeb yells.
Everyone begins to walk toward the locker room. You notice everyone has scruff on their faces, their hair standing up down the
middle of their heads. In the back of your head something seems wrong, but you keep glancing at everyone's above average bulges in
their pants, waiting to get back into the locker room and watch the tight pants to come off.
You completely fail to notice the horned up donkey watching all of you make your way to the locker room, the coach's signature
calf high tube socks on it's hind legs, a pair of eye glasses somehow still on his head, a whistle around his neck.
Zeb laughs a little as he walks past the donkey on his way to the locker room to enjoy the show, seeing his donkey dick hanging
from it's sheath. "Oh, don't worry, I only gave them a half dose... I think... but I bet they will come play with you at some
point seeing as their hormones are raging!"