Eric stretched for a little while after he had thrown around the football, a soreness permeated his muscles, as if he had lifted weights recently. Of course, he had, he told himself. The reality had not yet dawned on him, as everything felt so right as it was now. He vaguely remembered an odd little pleasurable spark that had lit itself in his mind while he was tossing the ball around, but dismissed it. Probably just teenage hormonal stuff.
After Jack got a call on his cellphone from his mother telling him he needed to come home, the two friends bid each other farewell and started on their way home. Eric, however, decided to make a workout of it. It felt like his upperbody was sore, so he decided to work his legs and core some with an hour run on the way home.
By now, he had almost forgotten the golden band, but offhandedly he tugged at it.
And with that, he began his run, happily moving along and feeling the wind on his cleanshaven face. He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair as he ran, thinking about school and the upcoming events. His team was supposed to put together something for the spirit festival...right?
He did not really know, but decided to just concentrate on running and put the complicated shit out of his mind. And with that, as he ran, his body toned, developed further, inching just two inches further to his peak height of six foot two, the sixteen year old panting as a strong burn permeated his core and legs.
On and on, the teenager ran, grinning at the sensation of his muscles and endurance being worked.
He stopped to catch his breath as his age increased, the young footballer only getting more handsome with age. At nineteen, he was a strong perspective choice. This time, his clothes aged a little too slowly in comparison with his body, resulting in the young man gulping and adjusting his package several times. His shirt fit even more snugly against his strong physique even though it slightly increased in size, his jeans tailored themselves to his muscular, well trained legs. His immodest organ tented the front of the jeans. His skin took on a golden tan, his hair tailoring itself to a very attractive style.
Brushing his hand against his cheek, he found some course stubble.
Was there something weird going on here? He would've remembered being a prominent choice for colleges before right now, and the high school thing seemed to come outta nowhere and went the same way. He managed to keep his head clean and he tried to think back.
"...Maybe I'll sort things out once I get home." And home was looking within sight, so he'd need to take stock of himself.