“So, you're gonna be a jock?”
“Ugh, it'll take ages for me to look like them! And they're also so… rancid.” Andy replied with
“Well, you won't get anywhere if you don't start.” Sabrina reassured her boyfriend. “And come on, it's not like gaining muscle will make you an idiot!”
“I guess… I'll wash it first anyway, though.”
“Good call.”
Titanic coach and huge Brody swaggered into the kitchen. Brody was effortlessly holding Ronnie, who was sitting on just his one forearm, though with a hand wrapped around Brody's bull neck for balance.
“Never thought you'd be into them…” Sabrina chuckled at Brody's sudden coming out.
“An ass is an ass. Especially when it's this good.”
A warm chit-chat broke out between the girl, her boyfriend, a gay twink and completely naked, overly muscular and hairy teen. The latter’s boner was still at full mast, only covered by a towel. It's almost like nudity was the new norm for him and the even more exaggerated, muscular and hairy coach.
Speaking of coach, Jake wasn't a part of the conversation, instead focusing on filling his gut with water. He used a large bucket to first fill it up, then gulp down its contents, only to place it back under the tap. There had to be at least five full buckets inside him, yet his gut didn't bulge an inch further, while the coach felt only slightly refreshed. Couple more buckets and Jake was satisfied enough. He turned around to others, while a loud, deafening burp escaped his throat.
“Gonna piss out a river later, heh.” Jake said and slapped his gut, which responded with a deep, loud hum and the sound of water sloshing inside, yet the surface didn't move at all - a testament to just how much muscle there is underneath all that hairy fat. This brought a deep, guttural laugh from his within, a laugh only a true dad could feel.
“Welp, I'll be going then. See you all on Monday, kids!”
“Are you gonna just walk like this, coach?”
“Nope, gonna jog. Can't start a day without good cardio. This much muscle needs a good heart.”
The kids wished the coach good luck, while he painfully squeezed himself through the doors.
“Well, we'll be heading out too, then.” Andy spoke up, while putting on the jock jacket. “Unless you need some help here, Brody?”
“I'll be fine, bro. Gotta make one more mess here, tho!” Brody bit his lip, side-eying Ronnie.
“Well, goodbye then.” said Sabrina, easily leaving the cabin with Andy, who she asked. “Weren't you going to wash it up first?”
“Ugh, yeah…” Andy was briefly puzzled. As much as he was disgusted by the jock jacket when it first got into his hands, the more he held it, the stronger he wanted to put it on, almost as if it was calling to him. “Just wanted to be sure it fits me, eh… Brody and coach are kinda massive, y’know?”
“It looks good on you. Clean one would look better, though.”
“I guess…”