It was a pretty normal day for the male Olympic swimmers. Some of them had come to the pool to train and hang out and meet some of the others. Just a normal day. Little did they know that the filtration system in the pool had failed. If that’s a good or bad thing... well, you can decide that.
It was just a normal day for Nathan Adrian, Michael Phelps, Tom Daley, James Magnussen, Robert Lochte, Eamon Sullivan, Steffen Deibler, Luca Dotto, Chad Le Clos, and Ricky Berens.
They were all busy in their respected areas when the pool made its first victim. Nathan Adrian was treading water in the center of the pool when he felt a chill. “Anyone else feel that?” he shouted. “Feel what?” Steffen Deibler called back in his thick German accent. “I don’t know...” Nathan muttered. But he would soon enough. He gave a sudden groan. Michael Phelps looked over in concern and gasped. Nathan seemed to be swelling. “I’m... I’m GROWING!” Nathan growled. His lean pecs swelled. “Oh GOD!” he yelled. His legs thickened, straining his speedo. “YES!” he roared as his muscles swelled again, tearing off his now minuscule speedo. His fellow Olympians now were very worried about their larger comrade. Some had started to move towards the edge of the pool. They weren’t fast enough.
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