As Jake and his prey twink entered the cabin, he heard someone whispering. It was Brody.
"Hey! Second floor, door on the right."
"Got it, man!"
Jake placed Ronnie onto the floor and with some effort, scraping the walls with his boulder shoulders, started going up the stairs with his new admirer following shut. With even more effort just to not tear the doorframe out of the wall, Jake entered the small, dusty and murky room, perhaps a guest room, with a sofa that could unfold into a bed when needed.
Ronnie entered after Jake, closed the door and flicked the lock, ensuring that no-one else can follow them.
"So, where's the sunscreen, daddy?"
Ronnie asked with a tender smile.
"It's right here, ugh..."
Jake replied, trying to pull down his wet shorts, which were already quite small for his tree trunks, only to be glued shut to them by the pool's water. Finally he managed to tear them down without actually tearing them apart, unleashing his monster cock. Jake fell onto the sofa, spread his legs and arms wide.
"Do you know what to do?"
"Of course, daddy!"
Ronnie rushed onto the sofa too, next to Jake and grabbed the tool with his hand. It was thicker than a beer can and almost one and a half foot long with a bulging purple head covered by foreskin. It's tip curved towards Jake. It was so thick that Ronnie's palm couldn't wrap around and touch the fingers. Slowly, gently Ronnie started sliding his hand up and down across the shaft though the skin folds. Jake was ecstatic, he threw his head back, gasping and moaning, while his cock started dripping a steady stream of precum into his hairy crotch.
"You're so big, daddy." Ronnie cooed. "All the other guys only care about their abs. But you're a big daddy, fat daddy. And you will keep growing bigger and fatter and hairier for me. Right, daddy?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Jake was panting heavily. "So big... So hairy..."
The jock jacket which was still on him, understood what it needed to do now. As Jake's crotch got soaked with his own precum, it started growing thicker, each hair longer, while spreading everywhere, climbing up his musclegut as a dense treasure trail, climbing into his ass crack and further out and up his spine, spreading across his thighs, mixing with his leg fur, which too was growing thicker.
Ronnie couldn't keep his eyes off Jake's face, who was out of his mind with eyes closed, and yet he didn't notice or didn't care enough about Jake's slowly darkening stubble. Instead, Ronnie brought his head closer and put Jake's fat nipple into his mouth. Feeling soft, tender lips on his nipple, Jake's entire body twitched and convulsed, as a shiver run through its bulk.
Before Ronnie could see Jake's new blossoming moustache, he gave in too, closed his eyes, continuing to suckle on the fat nipple, and grabbed Jake's cock with the other hand too.
Jake was hot both ways. Not only his sunburnt skin, but all of his body was red from all the heat it was producing. Each pore on his skin was sweating, his blood was pumping, his heart was racing. Under the jock jacket you couldn't see it, but Jake's armpits turned into dense balls of fur, emanating a stench so potent you could mistake it for a locker room full of horny teens, yet it was Jake alone. His body was coated in a mist of sweat and jock odour, while his irritated skin was sprouting a forest of fur. The hair from his ass crack has already spread up his entire spine, connecting with the hair on the back of his head, and was now spreading all across his lats and wide back.
Taking deep breaths of Jake's musk full of pheromones, Ronnie's cock was rock-hard as well. He was in heaven. Ronnie went cheerleading because he was searching for a real man, yet all those sports jocks were too boring, too chiseled and smooth. Ronnie needed himself a real man, someone massive, stinky, hairy and overwhelming. Someone who draws all attention to himself like a planet with its own gravitational field.
In the meantime Jake's treasure trail has already covered his musclegut whole and was now dusting his fat tits with fur. Thick rings of long hairs encircled his red areolas, while a deep black valley filled his cleavage like a fur river, its upstream connecting with the hair growing all over his neck and chin.
Jake's face was coated with a dense shadow of a stubble, edging on becoming a full beard, while his upper lip disappeared within his shoe brush of a moustache.
Finally, Jake was close to a climax and his body started violently spasming and convulsing, until his cock erupted in a thick stream of cum that was more akin to heavy cream. Like a fountain it sprayed up then came raining down onto Jake's massive hairy front, coating it in white frosting, mixing with sweat within his damp forest of fur.
As a parting gift the jock jacket grew Jake even further, as with each spasm his whole mass only swelled and enlarged, while his bones surged longer and wider just to accommodate all the new bulk. His cock grew so thick, that Ronnie couldn't wrap the fingers of both his hands at once.
The poor jacket was in agony, its seams were on the verge of tearing apart. As Jake's unending stream of cum ceased, the inanimate jock jacket halted its magic, trying to save itself as if Jake grows any further, it will be definitely shred into pieces.