As Jake left the lost and found in his new outfit, he was acutely aware of just how much these clothes showed off even with the XXL Shirt and these wide basketball shorts. His shirt hugged his torso, showing off not just his enormous, well developed slabs he called pecs, but also the stocky, strong torso that let him take hits and give em out just as well. As he walked around, he heard people talking about him, calling him "Big Jake". At first he was a little self conscious about it, but to tell the truth he was glad he put in such an enormous impression. He thus shifted into a cocky, macho swagger before long - and barely gave much thought to the fact the jacket that seemed to preempt all of these odd changes was still rather loose on him.
He shrugged it off, figuring it was made for a guy like him. Before long, on his way to class, he felt his stomach oddly rumble, even though he was not in the least feeling hungry. Again he shrugged. Maybe it was just the difference between the nerd he was and the muscled up STUD he'd become.
His basketball shorts though were riding on him, something fierce. He'd need new clothes before long from the house...
"Hey Big Jake!" He heard shouted from over his shoulder.
He turned and saw Brody Charles, the Quarterback, running over. Brody Charles was not always Jake's favorite person - the pranks the Quarterback had pulled on him had been incessant though never to an incredibly mean extent (Brody being more of a fun-loving if ignorant sort than truly mean). But he guessed now he and Brody's relationship was probably much different. "Yeah, Brody?"
"You still up for that pool party at my place tonight? Everyone's gonna be there." Brody came from a wealthy family, and he was not shy about making that known with extensive pool parties and enormous get togethers in his own cabin up in the mountains. He regularly spared little or no expense.
In terms of looks, Brody was certainly unique; his background was mixed race, and while his younger brother Stuart was African American in looks, Brody looked as white as his mother. His features were strong and masculine, and he had a deep, well done tan to his form. He wore a stringer shirt, jeans, and his own letterman at all times. His blond hair was styled into a fauxhawk.
"Sure man, sure." Jake responded, wondering about what kind of reaction he was gonna get at the party. He was feeling kinda eager to finally enjoy a party after years of being the awkward kid few socialized with. Now he stood to really enjoy his time here.
It was only with Brody standing there that Jake saw how impressive he'd truly become. The muscular, tall and rakishly handsome Brody stood an inch shorter than Jake, and while he was muscular to be sure, it was not in the same intense, strong way as Jake. Here's hoping, Jake thought, I keep on growing.