Later in the day, Colt comes back to Jack’s cubicle, where they usually eat lunch together instead of the lunch room, since Jack prefers to not be around others in general. Colt had his usual made-at-home deli sandwich, while Jack decided to order delivery. He had settled on a 16-oz steak, mashed potatoes, and baked beans. The steak was huge, but with his new body he was starving, and his steak was gone in a matter of minutes. “Geez dude, slow down, the food’s not going anywhere.” Colt couldn’t help but stare at Jacks arms as he shoveled food in his mouth, watching his arm naturally flex, and felt his boner coming back. Fortunately, Colt was able to hide it better this time, sitting at a table.
“Sorry man, but being this big means I gotta eat this big. I’ll slow down though.” Jack eventually ripped off his short sleeves, realizing they were getting in the way, and deciding that he would probably have less risk of an an flash without them. Colt stared at Jack’s boulder-like shoulders, accidentally letting food fall from his mouth. “Dude, seriously, are you okay?” Colt shook his head and picked his food back up. “Yeah, sorry, guess I’m just having an off day.”
The two of them spent most of the rest of their break talking about Call of Duty and Overwatch between bites, though Colt still couldn’t keep himself from glancing at Jack’s shoulders, arms, and pecs. Jack noticed this, but didn’t say anything.
In the last five minutes, Colt decided to ask Jack a question. “So, not sure if you’ve got plans tonight, but I was hoping to maybe hit the bar tonight after work if you wanted to join?” Jack responded, “Actually, I need to get some new clothes. This was the only thing I had that fit me, and clearly it’s too tight.” Jack bounced his pecs again to prove his point, and you could almost hear the shirt strain against the flex. “How about I go with you then? You know I know how to make muscle look good, exhibit A.” Colt gestures to his own clothes, which outline his figure without clinging to his body. Jack had to admit Colt probably knew what he was talking about. “Yeah, sounds good. I could use a guy like you so I don’t just buy a trenchcoat and leave.” The two guys laugh, but Colt finds himself staring at Jack’s pecs once again while they bounced from Jack’s laughter. Colt couldn’t help but think about laying on those pecs like pillows, biting his face in- wait, stop, that’s not you. Colt eventually left to go back to work, but he couldn’t get the thought of burying himself in Jack’s muscles out of his head, and these thoughts only served to maintain his boner.