Brian did a double take as he looked in the mirror. Looking back at him was a face he hadn't seen in 10 years. Many of the wrinkles around his face were gone and his jawline had tightened up. He ran a hand through his hair and gave it a pull just to make sure his full head of hair was real.
But more than thar, below his face was a body he hadn't seen in, well, ever. His face might've looked like it did when he was 35, but his body was nothing like it was at 35. By 35 Brian had already had a family and his own personal maintenance had fallen by the wayside, leaving him with a washed-up ex-jock body that had continued to deteriorate into his 40s.
But now he looked better than he originally did at 35 and certainly better than he did at his original 45. For the first time in a long time, Brian not only flexed for himself in the mirror, but liked what he saw. Rather than his out of shape body that he'd long since given up on, he looked like what he imagined he'd look like if he'd actually continued working out after college, turning the pretty boy of his 20s into a rugged man in his 30s. As he flexed he reveled in the feeling of his muscles bulging and shifting. Not only was it a feeling he hadn't felt for at least 20 years, but he had never felt muscles this big on his body. Boulder like shoulders and beefy arms framed a pair of meaty pecs. His midsection wasn't quite a six pack, but it more than made up for the lack of definition with its sheer solidness and strength. The same could be said of the rest of his body, too, especially his massive thighs and glutes, made for pumping out squats as much as for propelling himself across the field. He was thick and built like a wall, like a professional lineman.
As he finished taking his reflection in, Brian looked down at the letterman jacket in his hands with a feeling of amazeent and joy. He finally felt like a jock again and practically had a new lease on life thanks to this magic jacket. He knew it was wrong that he took it and he should give it back to Kyle, but his mind raced with possibilities.
First, of course, he could just put it back on and see where it took him, considering it already got him this far, flexing a burly arm in the mirror as he imagined it even bigger.
But then his thoughts drifted to his family, in particular his son, Seth. Seth was 16 and currently in high school at the same school Brian taught at. Brian truly loved and cared about him, but the two of them never seemed to really click. While Brian was into sports, Seth was into video games, skateboarding, and loud music. Brian had at first tried to push Seth into sports, but Seth was decidedly unenthusiastic about it, which left The ex-jock dad nothing that he felt like he could bond with his skinny scene kid son over, and so their relationship remained distant. Maybe that's why he seemed to live so vicariously through the students he coached. But maybe the jacket could give him the jock son he always wanted.
Then of course there were the other members of the team, especially the younger and skinnier members who could really benefit from the jacket's effects. The thought of having an entire team of massive mega teens was exciting.
And so Brian was left wondering what to do with his new discovery...