“I-I-I don’t know,” Vince paused
for a few seconds trying to finish his sentence, “Mr. Larson. I’ve never been
very good at sports. It’s just that… It’s just that… I don’t know.” Vince’s
head sunk to the ground.
“Nonsense my boy,” Coach Larson
patted him on the back. The wind was practically knocked out of the freshman.
“You’ll be perfect. Just gotta believe in yourself a little more. That’s all.”
Coach Larson led Vince into the college locker room. “And it’s Coach
Larson.”
“Oh,” Vince’s eyes shot back to the
floor. “Right. Coach Larson. I’ll try.” Each syllable came out in short
breaths. There was no way Vince felt like he was going to live up to Coach’s expectations.
Coach Larson gave a hearty laugh
and another slap to the back. “Thata boy. It’s all I can ask for. Now go get
changed into something more fitting.” Coach pointed Vince down to the changing
room. An XL shirt and some flexible fabric shorts sat on a bench.
Vince picked them up and eyed them
suspiciously. Honestly he didn’t even know how he got into the locker room.
Last thing he remembered was walking out of the library carrying several psych
books and then he was talking to Mr. Larson. “Coach.” He corrected himself.
Despite not wanting to do any of
this Vince still found himself undressing in the locker room. He reached over
and pulled the XL shirt over his head. “I look so stupid…” Vince muttered as
the shirt draped over his shoulder. “There’s no way that Coach thought this was
my size.”
As Vince stood staring at himself
in the mirror he didn’t realize that his posture was changing. He was standing
straighter instead of leaning forward. His shoulders pulled back as muscle
started to build. He looked at himself confused. Something was different. He
rubbed his hand against his chin. “Damn it,” he cursed, “I forgot to shave this
morning. Whatever Jenny will like it.” Who was Jenny?
Oh that’s right it was the girl he
fucked last night. He’d been through so many lately he forgot for a moment. But
Jenny actually stuck around. “Yeah Jenny. She’s a real good fuck. Couldn’t get
enough of this bod last night. Actually knows what a real man is.” Vince rubbed
his hands underneath his shirt grabbing at his pecs. They kept growing;
filling the top of the shirt giving him a wide v shape.
It didn’t take long before he was
flexing in the mirror again; one of his favorite pastimes. His powerful arms,
he’d gotten from wrestling, was his favorite part. He loved the large round
tops whenever he flexed. However he wasn’t able to enjoy it for long as he
heard a loud rip from one of the sleeves.
“Damn it Coach, I need double XL.
Stop getting me such small clothes!” Vince shouted from the locker room.
Coach Larson stood at the door
smiling to himself, “Alright bud. I’ll make sure to order it right next time.”
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