Sex Olympics (unfinished)

As you're waiting for your turn to officially register as a competitor in this year's edition of the World Olympic Sex Games, you can't help but notice the loud cheering of the spectators. You haven't even properly entered the stadium yet, you're still waiting outside the entrance for your turn to register along with a huge number of other participants, yet the noise is loud enough to make it hard to understand what the people around you are saying. Around you, competitors from around the world are gathering, waiting for their turn to register. You're surrounded by a horde of young, toned bodies of all nationalities, honed by years of training and sex to be the best of the best in their specialty. On your left, you notice a group of women with extremely large breasts, who are probably going to compete in the titfuck contest or breast size competition. Their enormous boobs give them an aura of femininity that makes them look like goddesses of love and fertility, with hourglass figures whose proportions defy the limits of human biology. On your right, there's a group of extremely manly men, with muscular bodies that would make most bodybuilders look like children. They're tall, strong and you can see their competitive spirit in their eyes. Their pants and shorts are all stretched to their limits, due to the ridiculous size of their bulges, hinting at the gigantic proportion of their manhoods, who would look more natural on a horse or a bull rather than a human. Finally it's your turn, and you approach the desk to sign up for the Sex Olympics, and a staff member helps you with the registration. "Please make sure to specify what country you're representing and which competitions you want to participate in. Write down your name here, and sign there at the bottom. When you're done, you can head towards the locker rooms. Any questions?"