If I had his strength I wouldn't have to put up with shit from him or anyone

A jolt of energy passed through Trent's arm and into your body. Wave after wave flowed up from the hand that held Trent's arm into your chest and radiated out. Your entire body felt tighter like you were pushing against your skin from the inside.

Trent made a sound like a low moan. He started thrusting his hips forward, and when you looked down, you saw he was fully aroused.

"What... what are you...oh god...stop."

With his free hand, he tried to pull your hand away, but when he grabbed you, the energy flow intensified. Trent knees buckled. He would have fallen to the floor, but you shifted your hold and supported him under his arms. You pulled him tight against you. You barely stayed on your feet as a massive surge of energy washed over you. Trent made a series of moans and grunts and shuddered in your grasp.

You eased him to the floor. Breathing heavy, Trent rolled onto his side. He looked, for lack of a better word, softer. You noticed jizz leaking out from inside his Speedo.

Did he cum while I held him?

You prodded Trent in the crotch with your foot and pushed him onto his back.

"Who is fucked up now?"

You turned and caught your reflection in the locker room mirrors. You were fit before, but now it seems you were packing more muscle than usual.