A steakhouse seemed like the right kind of place for a date. A nice variety of grilled meats sided with potatoes and whatever vegetables were on that day. It was kind of exciting really. Janette rushed up the sidewalk a couple minutes late and tried her best to fix her hair, it was braided down her back but stray hairs kept flying into her eyes. She wore a blue short sleeved dress shirt and dark pants, already thanking herself for wearing her simple running shoes instead of heels. There was no way she could run to the restaurant in any other footwear.
Mason waited outside it in a polo shirt and khakis. She was out of breath, sweaty, and a little wind blown when she reached him and put on an apologetic smile as she came to a halt.
“Bus troubles?” He asked.
“Bus troubles,” she confirmed, trembling in embarrassment. It couldn’t be helped though, neither of them owned a vehicle.
The interior of the restaurant smelled like fine American barbecue with a heavenly scent of garlic wafting through the air. They were seated across from one another in a booth, hands on a wooden table while a cow skull hung on the wall staring at them.
“Nice place,” Janette commented with a look around.
“Yeah, I’ve grown up here so I’m a pretty big fan of burgers and steak,” Mason explained before sitting up straight. “You would not believe how nice it is to escape rice and noodles.”
She laughed, unsure of how hard she should laugh. Mason was smiling though, completely confident this dinner would go swimmingly. He was feeling it that evening, like he could ask any girl for her number and get it, to do any challenge, take on any opposition. In fact there was one on the menu right in front of him.
A gargantuan steak, that if eaten would earn him a picture on the wall and a free dinner for Janette. He had t really been planning on it but the second he saw it he was certain he could handle it. He was just brimming with confidence.
Janette was a little thrown off when he ordered it. It seemed like it would be more at home on an evening out with a bunch of buddies, not a first date. She kind of cringed a little wondering if Mason was trying to impress her by eating a whole lot of food. He was impressive enough, he didn’t have to try.
She get even more awkward when the food finally arrived. She had a modest meal, a baked potato, a nice garden salad, and a steak grilled burger while he was handed a humongous slab of meat with all the fixin’s.
“That’s a lot of food,” she commented in shock.
“I’m feeling it tonight,” he bragged before beginning to eat.
Talking kind of dwindled because of that and Janette just focused on her food, not really wanting to look up at Mason. She felt embarrassed that he’d gone after a food challenge on their first date. It bothered her and she considered maybe leaving early. If Mason was like that maybe she should start obsessing over someone else.
That was her mindset anyway until she looked up and felt her jaw drop a little.
Mason was changing, and those changes made her blush like a moron. His Asian features had melted away leaving him looking white. His hair had lightened to a beautiful brown cropped on his head like a military haircut, his shoulders had expanded to an immense manly size while his biceps bulged and his hands got big enough to palm her head. He got taller, his body became more muscular, and he got a dazzling sun kissed look to his skin like he spent his hours working shirtless in the sun.
He had to be six foot six at the least, his polo shirt had transformed into a plaid button up shirt and his khakis were blue jeans. Below that were a pair of cowboy boots and next to him was a big cowboy hat. He had a rugged manly jawline and his voice was a deep dreamy baritone that made her legs feel weak. He was an absolute prime rib of a man and that steak he was eating looked normal sized when up against him. She felt like if he’d ordered a regular steak it would be too small, that absolute man before her needed a lot of fuel to keep that big beautiful body of his working.
He actually finished eating before her and started talking with a southern drawl, a deep country accent that made her nether regions flood and threaten to soak her underwear. She was stunned, and because her man was now sized for that steak he was talking to her, taking an interest in her, asking how her day was and making her feel comfortable.
“Buh, buh, buh...” was all she could muster from her mouth, that voice making her want to tear her shirt open and present herself to him. She wanted his scarred well worn hands holding her body, she wanted to run her hands across that ruggedly manly jawline, she wanted whatever his cock had become to plunge into the depths of her body and fill her with his manly seed. She needed to bear this man’s children, he had to reproduce and pass on those gorgeous manly genes to the next generation.
She ate while staring at him, and when she saw done and cradled her Chen in her hands and stared at him dreamily, already imagining their wedding. It got even better when he paid and claimed it was time to leave, and instead of parting out front to go catch their buses she was led to a big truck in the parking lot and didn’t have to be carted around by the bus for hours on end.
He talked about the country and how out there he’d go cruising down the backroads. She wanted nothing more than to ride in that very truck down a road of gravel gazing at the beautiful empty countryside before arriving home at a nice isolated acreage surrounded by trees with a dugout for swimming and large yard to play around in with a bunch of dogs.
“So, should I take ya home?” He asked in his deep country accent.
“How about you take me instead,” she replied while blushing from head to foot. He grinned and let out a laugh that made her soak her underwear.
“All right then, my place it is,” he replied before changing lanes and starting to drive her elsewhere.