Muscle Jock

You look down to see bulging muscles. Your arms: thick and beefy. Your thighs: squeezing tightly against their fabric cage. You slide a hand over your left pec and then your right. Even covered by the shirt, you could feel their power. You stand up and pose in front of the mirror. Damn I like fine as hell.

You hear somebody walk by and suddenly you make eye contact with Logan who does a double take.

"FUCK MAN. How did you get so shredded? Like ten minutes ago, you looked nothing like that?"

Dang, what was I thinking? People must see me differently. I need to do something fast.