Both. Both is good.

Liz hears the hallways fill with the bustle between periods. Luckily no one else came in, waiting for the busyness to die down. She hunched herself down, trying to be as she could. Clutching her bag to her chest, she rushed through the halls. Her bag clung tightly to her, now rubbing roughly against her newly swelled loins. Liz fights against the intrusive thoughts slowly pulling at her.

“Okay, what was that? What was any of this?”

Able to make it into the lockers, luckily arriving late had given time for most everyone to have filled out to the field. Frantic fingers spinning open her locker, relieved to see her clothes there. A quick glance around, confirming no lingering eyes.

A deep resigning breath, “Let’s get this over with…”

Pulling up the dress over her head, now seeing her newly grown self. Her breasts now proudly sitting on her chest, topped with puffy small perky nipples. Her thick chest tapered to the column of her stomach, stirring strength danced under her skin at every move. Meaty runners thighs holding her thickened hips. But the star in her eye was the throbbing member lurching between, even soft it was bigger than most men. Plumped further by the soft eggs warmly churning beneath supporting the tool up.

“God…” mouth agape in awe, “please don't be dreaming…”,whispering to themselves, her breath lightly catching.

The intrusive thoughts were coming heavy now, her hands absently moving in. Luckily the door closing of the last out of the locker room woke her from her failing resistance. The sweats pulled up, grimacing at the lack of suitable underwear. She had steeled her hope it would be a problem, though. Her jutting orbs freely holding up the sweater, giving a generous showing of the cut abs supporting them. Vainly pulling at the sweater, it just hadn’t been covered as much as when she’d put it on. A frustrated grunt as she relented her efforts, her breasts were soft but defiant.

“Alright, it's just an easy PT day. Then I’m free till lunch. Just have to make it through this.”

Carefully joining the rest on the track, falling in behind the bulk of the pack. Trying to take it easy, but it was quickly apparent side eyes were soon glances.

“Who is that?”
“God that is hot.”
“What a whore, who dresses like that.”

A mix of whispers around her, she tried to run from it. Her newly charged legs tensed propelling her quickly. Her large chest gives a generous bounce with each step, stiffly returning to their skyward tenting. But the glances were full stares now. Tension was rising across the field seeing the solid bounce of more than breasts. Passing the faces of the horny, the disgusted, the jealous, the squirming. It was empowering, never having been seen now having all eyes. Glistening muscle roared to life as she continued her pace.

Seeing half the class having stopped running, not having noticed what they were all watching. The whistle blew and called for push-ups. She grinned, seeing the faces on her as she slowed. Moving quickly, turning away, though plenty of the men flatly stared. Giving a happy wiggle of her barely hidden ass, her confidence skyrocketing.

She fell in line near the other women, dropping into position. Her form was terrible, but the hidden bulges of her arms surged as they were tested. Her abs now glossy with sweat, stirring flexes holding her sets. Slamming out one after the other. Adjusting herself to a more comfortable position and beginning another. The feeling of the new strength and the still steady breaths, welled warmth in her. Still too new to the feeling of her throbbing arousal's growth. Only now aware of the stiffening organs pushing into the grass on the down stroke.

Liz heard a few shocked gasps and groans, lifting back up Liz looked down. Sure enough, her stiffening organ attempted to assist her push up. Roughly straining the sweats further out, only tightened the rest of her larger legs. She could smell it now, the warmly inviting musk just like the bathroom with that girl. Looking down the line, the girls were laying down no longer working out. Wet and bit lips as their collective gaze were locked on her.

The intrusive thoughts were winning the battle. She pushed herself up and quickly headed back to lockers, stiffly bobbing the whole way.

The empty bathroom greeted her, thankfully. Her clothes were quickly peeled from her still slick, blocky body. Her hands incidental touches, eliciting coos at their warmth and strength. Rushing to the showers, one hand turning on the water the other slowly beginning to pump. The warmth rushed over her, giving all the more feeling to the expanded body. Her teasing turned twisting as she took long strokes with both light hands. Clear slick beading its head as her whole body flexed into the feeling, hips absently swayed into her clasp.

The quick gasp and quickened breathing, told her she had an audience.

“Pretty hot, huh?”

Liz turned, still earnestly stroking the now full shaft, boldly twitching its own need. There was Amber, completely shocked, eyes shifting from the muscled back, now to the pumping member. Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight.

“Need somethin’?”

Liz took confident steps toward Amber, seeing her trembling body nearly drooling over her. Now close enough, her pupil dilated to the intoxicating scent of her musk was overpowering now. Stopping just short of prodding her with the resilient leaking head.

She nodded, desperately tearing at her own clothes. Her own sweats were clearly wet already from the quickly forming stain. Taking her pants off last, standing to find Liz leaning into her. Liz’s lips locked on to the other, her tongue diving aggressively attacking at hers.

Amber shock quickly matched the passion as best she could, her arms locking behind the strong shoulders of Liz. Liz was done with foreplay though, her rod was painfully demanding now. Clasping beneath the girl's small ass, she was lifted to rest on the warm rod. Lining herself up, the head causing Amber to shudder, resting on it. With a grunt, her head was in the glossy lips. Liz propped her against the tiled wall, now pushing into her with the brace.

Amber bit onto Liz’s shoulder feeling the hot appendage filling her completely, still Liz pushed more. Now swaying into full strokes, with wet slapping of her new dangling sack. Speeding up, poor Amber barely able to breath, let alone moan. She shook and trembled on Liz’s new destroyer of pussy. It was almost constant, slapping and pounding of Amber’s flooded folds.

The twinge of pressure, bigger now. The surging cock, twitched a final push before flooding into her. Amber’s poor swollen hole was painted thoroughly. Now leaking steadily as more and more was pumped. Liz growled as she emptied her nuts, over and again, into her. Finally they slowed, Liz pulling Amber free, still shuddering in their hands.

Slowly Liz tried to set her on down on her legs. They found no strength, so she set her further down to sit on the tiled shower floor.

Liz is still pumping her tool, seeing the creampied Amber still lustfully, longing looking up at her. Her mind went back to the field, all the looks of tension. The sexual tension… for her. She shook as the feeling was blissful. All the strength. All the attention. All the meat, she continued to stroke, in its defiance.

Thinking herself empty would never happen again, her churning surging again. Lurching thick globs onto the receptive open mouth she now aimed for. Three large shots coated her face, before the pumping pressure fell to a dibble.

Amber was going to be front row for the next growth. Liz having had multiple orgasms, soon the warmth washed through her. A growing feeling. She flashed Amber a knowing smile.