Eric found himself struggling somewhat to remove the jacket once he got in the bathroom. The sleeves needed some extra tugging to come off and the tightness across the back and shoulders of the jacket made him worry about ripping it. On top of that, his chest, arms, and shoulders kept pressing into each other and restricting his movement. Wait- Eric didn't have that problem right?
Confused, Eric looked into the mirror and his jaw dropped. Yesterday Eric may not have ever even imagined being musclebound, but the wall of man in front of him was a different story entirely.
Clearly the jacket had continued him on the same bulky trajectory as before. In contrast to Kyle's shredded definition, Eric was smooth and beefy. In the hours since he woke up, the jacket had taken Eric's body past linebacker and he was now encroaching on powerlifter territory. He lacked definition, but every muscle on his body bulged and fought for space on his frame. The t-shirt he was wearing under the jacket was beyond skin tight. As Eric flexed and felt different parts of his body, an overwhelming sense of power coursed through him. He brought his arms up into a double bicep pose and the sleeves of his t-shirt ripped like tissue paper as biceps the size of Eric's head rose from his arms. He brought them back down, but even at rest they still hung at an angle from his body thanks to his incredibly wide back, giving him a permanent swagger that made his width impossible to ignore. His shirt already being a lost cause, Eric grabbed the neck as best he could as his arms and chest pressed against each other and ripped the rest of his shirt off like paper and felt immediate relief as the constricting fabric fell away form him. Now free of their prison were the biggest pair of pecs Eric had ever seen, so big in fact that their sheer mass and weight rested atop his gut. Eric palmed his belly and felt another pang of jealousy as he thought back to Kyle's shredded abs. Eric's belly was round and smooth, but despite that it still felt solid and powerful, a testament to the power that laid beneath his bulk. And all of this bulk was supported by a pair of monstrous legs. His quads rolled around each other as he moved around, and his calves had to be as big as most guys' thighs.
Eric still wasn't sure he loved the bulk, but he was sure that he loved the sheer size, so maybe it was worth it. Was it worth stealing from his friend though. Originally Eric stoke Kyle's jacket out of jealousy. He was still a little jealous of Kyle's lean model-like body, but he took solace in knowing he was definitely the bigger one of the two of them. On one hand he felt bad for stealing from his friend, but on the other hand, Eric was really enjoying growing, feeling his muscles slowly expand, looking in the mirror to find himself bigger each time.
Realizing how long he'd been in the bathroom, Eric pulled himself away from his reflection. He looked at the jacket wondering what he should do with it now. He went to put his shirt back on but realized it was already destroyed. Given no other choice, Eric put the jacket on so he could remain decent and returned to his table.
His four sandwiches were waiting for him on the table which he quickly cleaned off before proceeding to order 4 more in an effort to satisfy the ravenous hunger inside him.
Eric made sure to give the girl who served him his food a hefty tip and a wink as he left the restaurant and continued his day, still wearing the jacket.