He looks at the others around them, laughing his ass off at how stupid they are to fall for such a trick! "Come on wilkson!" He said giving him a muscled slap on the back. But as he did he noticed something odd. His hand when he slapped him, didn't sound like flesh hitting flesh, but rather a hollow sound, like a ball smacking against someone. He looked at his hand, and stood back in shock. What once was a tanned white hand, now looked more brown like the footballs around him. "What's happening to me wilkson!?" He just smiled and patted his shoulder as the leather color spread. "Dear boy, I'm not quite sure? See the last ones only drank a little, or about half the bottle, but you drank all of it." He patted his shoulder some more, with each hit sounding like a basketball hitting asphalt. "I'm sure we'll take good care of you, and you shouldn't be alone. Look around! All your new friends will be here too!" And he chuckled as the linebacker looked on with open mouth.
"I'm gonna kill you!" He shouted as he went for a running tackle, he was halfway there when the swelling began. He tripped over himself in shock and fell to the ground with a air filled thud. "Wilkson! Help me! Please someone hellllpppppppssssssssssss" he blurted as his word became more of a hiss of air. He rocked back and forth, his cloths now just bursting off his body, the seems popping, the buttons flying off. One hit the running back, and catching it said "hey wilkson! Mind if I keep him? It be kinda cool since the prick always tackled me during practice! Matter of fact this is great revenge!" He said as he walked up the the hissing linebacker. "Remember when you injured me for half a season, and laughed, saying it's just the way the games played? Well same thing, except your now part of it!" He said giving his growing football body a push with his foot.
All he could do was rock back and forth violently as he kept expanding. His head no longer a regular shape, but now was more cone like. His feet and legs were now naked, and murged with each other, becoming the same shape as his head. The crowd looked on as the running back poked him with his finger. "Hey wilkson, he feels like a ball now! Is that right?" Wilkson just shrugged his shoulders with an "I don't know?" He looked back just as laces began to show on his body, and the words "wilkson, inflate to 9pounds, inflate here." With a laugh he pointed to the new air hole on his body "hahahaha! I don't think that's a problem!"
Problem was even though the former Linebackers face disappeared in a sea of leather and bumps, the body kept growing. "Oh dear! I'm not sure if he's ever gonna stop! He might pop! Perhaps, hmmm, I got it!" And he rolled out a giant heat lamp. This ought to shrink him down as his skin is still moist, so he won't pop! But just to be sure!" And with a reach into his pocket he pulled out an inflation needle and stuck it into the hole. The hissing was deafening as his body began to leak air. Between the light and the air escaping the ball slowly began to shrink down.
Now the very strange thing was, as it it shrank down, the linebacker began to come back to normal. He was still a leather football, naked on the ground, but he was taking on his former human form. Wilkson took out the needle as the linebacker stood up, moving around, and began to open his mouth again. "Hisss! Hiss hiss hissssss!" He tried to talk but air was the only thing coming out. "Very interesting! He's a football, that's a fact!" He said pointing to the laces and wording/ stitching on his side. "But he has all his human features, able to walk and move around, most interesting!" The linebacker looked at him with angry leather eyes, and tried to tackle him again. Wilkson moved to the side as he barreled down, and right as he fell to the ground he made a loud bounce noise.
The running back laughed, and as the linebacker came back up again, the running back held up the needle Wilkson had. "Be careful leather boy! Or I'll deflate you to a shell!" And with a quick jab he stuck it into his hole. A hissing noise began again and the linebackers body began to droop, and his head flopped to the side of his, his legs dropping down in a deflated pile. Soon as the last air escaped he took out the needle and picked up the collapsed football body. "Thanks wilkson! This is gonna be great!" And with a chuckle he propped it over his arm and walked with the rest. The 600 pound lineman/ quarterback just shook his head and picked up his blocking dummy and waddled along as well.