The game was tense. Their team was only in the lead with 1 point.
Mark enjoyed goofing around with his friend but he was really invested in this game. No one else knew but he was really tight on money. Mark had put his last savings on their team winning tonight.
Looking around the room Mark saw Chuck and Ron sitting in their usual wide-leg pose. They often complained that they could not sit normally because of their "advanced" features. Mark believed that Ron could not cross his legs. His large pink sack covered his entire groin. Chuck had less of an excuse. Sure his equipment fitted the name Bullcock perfectly but could he not try and wear more baggy pants? This place was starting to stink like a barn.
John was acting weird. Mark just felt him eying the others up. Was he trying to pull some prank or something?
Mark decided to ignore John. This game was more important. He grabbed his beer and took a swig.
Mark suddenly felt hot. His entire body reacted to something. His clothes felt a bit more cramped as he gained some bulk. Mark put his hand on his neck and felt some stray hairs that should not have been there. But before he could make any real discoveries he got distracted by the tv. The other team just made a point of making them even.
Mark instinctively grabbed his beer and started taking sips. His eyes are glued to the tv. His toes curled up and bulged his shoes a bit as his teeth fused into large blocks.
Chuck was fooling around with Ron a bit more. they made several jabs at John and Mark about them not being bovine enough to get "it".
The bell rang, the pizza has arrived.
"I'll get it" said Chuck as he got put. Careful to let his balls not hit anything as he did so.