Your laying face down in the dirt, with a heavy defense player on your back, you give a low groan.
You lay there for a moment, and you feel Zackery mind, prisioned in the banana cup - safe, and asleep. If you concerntrate you can feel Zackery's thoughts, drawing on his memories.
You get up on your feet a bit dazed, and feel your tight heavy chest, and firm thick thighs. You look across to the coach who yells out "Great work team, now get your asses back to the locker room and get showered!".
You slowly make your way back to the locker room...