The couch is heavy. There have already been many heavy boxes loaded onto the truck, and it's pretty much above the carrying capacity. The spray of Ethan's cum has coated Dustin, the pavement, and the underside of the truck. When nobody is paying attention, the truck begins to look a bit beefier.
Ty and Ethan are laying on the front lawn, and Dustin walks up, dripping. "Umm, guys? Sorry to ruin your moment, but what's happening to my truck?!"
Ethan sits up and both boys look over, and the truck's hull seems to be growing lumpy and disfigured. They all exchange glances, and before long the truck's panels seem to resemble the silhouette of a bodybuilder on all fours. Quarter panels bulge like triceps and quads, the trunk looks like some bulbous glutes, and even the roof of the cab has the unmistakable form of rear delts and lats. The tires form bulges that resemble forearms and calves. There is no part of this truck that doesn't look like it's ready to hit the gym just for fun.
Dustin exclaims, "My truck! It's ruined, it's deformed, it's... it's beautiful!'