'Football...' it was the only thing I could think about when he said it. The word just kept rolling in my head as I thought about the guys on the football team and how much I thought about them on my own time. As he went up to get our food, I quickly wrote into the notebook. 'Ethan Montgomery is a 6'6" 290 pound linebacker for our college and is set to go pro when he graduates.' The glow disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
I looked over my shoulder to watch Ethan come back to the table. With each step his body seemed to almost grow another inch taller. His average height quickly changing to something far taller. A certain amount of confidence filled each step as he walked back to the table and set down the food. However, instead of the single pizza Ethan normally got for himself, turned into three sitting in front of him. "What?" he asked.
"N-nothing," I said. Though, my eyes couldn't leave his body. Watching his shoulders broaden and chest expand was amazing. The thin body that I'd always known him to have completely changed to something far larger. Muscle and fat mixed together in an impressive display of masculinity.
"You sure?" he asked. One of his eyebrows raised suspiciously at me but all I could look at was the narrow but piercing eyes directly underneath them. Still, it was the rest of his face that caught my attention. His brow pushed forward while the rest of his face grew more defined. His jaw was a bit rounded out, but the thick beard coating his chin squared it off perfectly. All I could do is stare blankly and nod. "Kevin!" Ethan snapped. I straightened to attention. The Adam's apple on his thickening neck grew a bit, deepening his voice. I felt my body shudder hearing the confidence and authority laced in my name. "Damn it man... You know I hate it when you stare..."
"Right! Sorry," I squeaked, going back to my meal. My eyes drifted up to his massive hands resting on the table. They looked large enough to completely palm a football. Thick hair covered the back of them and ran up his forearms. I raised my eyes slowly to get a better look at him, noticing that his usual graphic t shirt was changed to the college football jersey. It seemed to be the only think that could fit him properly. His massively wide shoulders and thick arms still filled the sleeves of the jersey and his chest pushed hard against the front of the shirt. I could only wonder what his legs looked like in his shorts and whether or not it was the same khaki ones he'd been wearing or some soft flexible ones that would mold perfectly to his ass.
Ethan let out a groan while taking a bit of his pizza. The cheese dripped down into his beard as he tried to get it in his mouth. "Don't act like I'm the asshole," he said. "I just don't like you starin." He wiped the cheese out of his beard and cursed. "Damn it..." Then struggled to get his burly body out of the booth we were sitting in. "Or maybe you could use that little notebook of yours to change it..." adding a mocking taunt as he went to get himself some napkins.
I felt my body twist and writhe under the suggestion. My mouth hung open at the thought, especially after seeing the lower half of his body. Though, I looked down at my notebook to see a sentence already written in it, 'I didn't just come in my pants.' Then felt my face burn red as the sentence was obviously true. However, my pencil still flicked in my hand as I thought about what to change. Ethan's suggestion sure did sound like a good one.