Darren was still used to the mail taking a week or two to actually get his package to him. But within 24 hours he already had a delivery man at the door with his package waiting for him to sign. When he was younger he always had to wait almost a week for whatever he had ordered. "Wow," he complemented. "You sure do work fast."
"Just my job," the delivery man stated. "Sign here."
Darren did as he was told and the delivery man turned around and headed back for his truck. "Nice man," he muttered to himself as he waved him off. His attention turned back to the small brown box in his hands. It was about the right size but something deep inside him was telling him to just send it back. He brushed the strange thoughts away and used his old pocketknife to tear through the tape. However the thoughts seemed to double as he pulled out a coach's whistle.
"I didn't order this..." he stared at the shiny piece of metal. It seemed to reflect a lot of light. Something inside him was telling him to test it out. Slowly he pulled it up to his mouth and gave it a light blow. The loud whistle filled the room. Normally he would have winced at the sudden loud noise but it almost felt good to blow into it. He let out a laugh feeling an odd nostalgia about it.
His hands held up the small object by it's string and he looked over it a bit more. "Weird," he chuckled wanting to blow into again. Instead he draped it over his neck. "Better call them and tell them I got the wrong order." But as he looked in the mirror, he liked the way the small piece of metal hung around his neck. Something about it hanging perfectly between his chest just seemed right. "Or may I could just reorder my knife."
The more he looked over his body with the whistle on the more he seemed to like it. Even in high school he wasn't much of an athlete, he hated the way the coach's would blow their whistle at him. After he graduated that lack of motivation to work out or play any sports seemed to have traveled with him. His belly had pushed out far in front of him while the rest of him just grew round. He'd always told himself that he'd work out some day. Or that he'd start his diet tomorrow.
But seeing the whistle around his neck he almost wanted to start to day. Thinking about those coaches and how many of them were fairly out of shape. They may have looked a bit better than him right now but they were all still lacking. Too much fat. They were a bad influence on the students. If he was a coach he'd make sure that he was a perfect example. He lifted the whistle again and blew into it. The noise didn't seem to bother him as much.
Darren straightened his back up and pushed out his chest. "I'd be the best coach," he repeated. As he sucked in his gut it seemed to go even further than he expected. The large round ball sticking out in front of him was pulling further and further back. It barely pressed out in front of his pecs. But those were doing the opposite and growing outward. His chest had always been fairly flabby and unimpressive but right now the two pecs were firming up and growing even rounder. He lifted his hand up and could feel the muscle in his pec as he lifted it up slightly.
A grin crossed his face as he realized his softer hands had grown thick and tough with callouses. The years and years of working behind a desk at a computer didn't matter anymore as he was built for heavy lifting. Darren turned to the side examining his tall broad shouldered body. Seeing his muscles stretching his clothes only inspired him even more to train others to be like him. With even the lightest of flexes, the sleeves of his shirt stretched around his firm arms. There may have been a bit of a belly but at his age that was more than normal. Six packs were hard to come by and not worth the loss of strength. Down below that burly but tight waist, his butt and quads were pushing hard at his jeans with a bulge in the front. Didn't matter that he was still completely soft, there was still a hefty mass pushing out in front. His eyes raised to see the whistle nested between his thick pecs.
"Now it's time to find someone to coach," Darren smiled to himself.