"No way, man," Ryan answered. "I'm sure you'd be magnificent, but I gotta be faithful to my girl Stacy."
I touched my medal. Immediately, I was once again wearing Ryan the Jockstrap and feeling like Ryan the Jock. Thinking with my dick again, I wasn't ready for the showers; I needed more exercise. Swiftly I pulled my shorts and shoes back on, telling Carter and Horst, "I gotta run--literally." With that lame parting shot on my lips and my sweaty shirt still in my locker, I set out for a few miles of cross country.
After the first mile, I felt good, with my medal bouncing on my chest. After the first five miles, I not only felt great but my legs were feeling stronger than ever and my heart rate was DOWN. As I approached ten miles, my calves and thighs were visibly larger and I headed back for the gym, breathing deep and slow.
As I strode into the weight room I saw Coach straightening up the place. "Sorry, Vinnie, you can't work out bare-chested."
I walked up to him, looked him straight in the eye, and declared, "Yes I can."
Coach shook his head once, like a man bothered by a fly. and answered, "Of course you can. Just lay down a towel on the upholstery and let me know whenever you need a spot."
Thinking intensively with my dick, I planned and executed a grueling workout, with occasional advice and assistance from Coach. After ninety minutes every muscle was tight and visibly bigger, I was about half erect, my nipples were as hard as pebbles, and I was covered in sweat.
"You need a cooldown now," said Coach, his eyes fixed on my greatly improved chest or just possibly on my magic medal. "Time for some stretching."
I thought with my dick some more and discovered that Ryan hated and always neglected that part of his workout, enduring stiffness and soreness as a result. "Sure, Coach," I answered. "Wanta lead me through it?"
"Okay," said Coach, pulling off his sweatsuit and shoes. This left him wearing only a black thong and his own coat of thick blond fur. "Do like this." I followed his lead, pulling off my own shorts and shoes and wearing only Ryan as I went through a very pleasurable quarter hour of feeling my muscles loosen and watching what was a truly impressive body for man of thirty-something. Seeing myself in the mirror, I realized I'd somehow picked up half a vacation's worth of tan, too.