"Well genie" he said with much thought, "I've always been fascinated with the NFL, the players, the equipment, and the ball they use in particular . If it's possible...?" The genie looked bewildered at this pause, "yes master? What ever the desire, no matter how bizarre, I shall gladly fulfill it!" Nate still paused, and after a moment he almost winced as he said it "I wish I was a football used in NFL games!" As he finished he sighed with a form of relief. The genie began to have a smirk as he gently said "it shall be done, master, I mean Nate! But first you must train up to it! I shall make it slowly.."
Nate looked bewildered, but in almost a blink he found himself in a gym, with a NFL field outside of it. He looked at himself and found he was wearing a helmet and pads of a kicker. In a poof of smoke the genie appeared in a trainers uniform with words under his tight shirt. He squinted adjusting as he read them. "That right Nate! I'm your trainer, and it says Ball trainer!" Before he could say a word the genie snapped his fingers, and Nate began running drills and kicking balls into the goal post. As he did he found himself becoming tighter in his uniform, and with another snap he was wearing a linebackers uniform.
Soon he was training with the blocking dummies, hitting them hard, his body strong and bigger then he could ever imagine! "Genie this is great!" He said panting, as the uniform became tighter again, his body somehow heavier then before. In a snap of his fingers, Nate now wore a offensive lineman uniform. "Thank you master, but now the real fun begins! The next transformation will be even slower then the others! Now get over to that equipment room and start bulk training!" He said with a laughing boom. Nate walked over with his uniform and padding on and began hitting some blocking dummies.
After a few times of blocking and moving his feet he began to swell in size, all his muscles began to grow, to the point his pads began to crack and burst open. His pants were in tatters from the size of his thighs and calves, and a nice gut that would make powerlifter proud, protruded over his pants waste. Soon he had to be at least 400lbs of muscle and fat. Genie knowing his question brought out the scale. "Hop on! Let's see how your doing!" As Nate waddled over, ever step like a mile of running, he got on. "498 pounds! I'm almost a half a ton of beast!!" He said with glee, if he could jump he would, but he was afraid of cracking the floor! "Hahahaha yes master! That you are! Any NFL coach would adore you! But we're not finished yet! Step this way master!" And as he did he found.....