Jim hurried into the locker room, and much to his relief, most of the other boys had already changed into their shorts and t-shirts. Jim walked over to his locker and tried to see if anyone was paying much attention to him. So far, just a couple of guys were talking about what a jerk Coach Smith was, while a few others were wrestling around and just goofing off.
Changing shirts was no problem, and Jim did it without any fear, but removing his pants, to put on his shorts, was another story all together. Jim decided to stand sideways, so the others couldn't get much of a good look at his groin, and then he pulled down his pants, and quickly stepped out of them.
"One down, one more to go." Jim nervoulsy thought to himself.
Moving fast, Jim picked up the shorts, put them on, and was relieved that no one had seemed to notice anything different about him. It was only when he looked down that he noticed there was a problem.
"Shit." Jim sighed, as he observed the odd way his shorts were now fitting him.
Unlike the baggy pants Jim had worn before, these shorts, while not tight, were more form fitting. The front of the shorts was loose and baggy, while the back of the shorts fit snugly against his now wider rear end. In a desperate attempt to look more normal, Jim picked up one of his extra socks, rolled it up, and placed it down his underwear. It felt kind of weird having a rolled up sock pressing against his new private parts, but it did give him at least a more normal looking crotch.
"Well, I guess that's all I can do. I better go join the others in practice." Jim said to himself, knowing full well that there was nothing he could do about his bigger ass..
Jim walked out of the locker room and onto the basketball court where the rest
of the team was shooting around and warming up. No one seemed to notice anything until Jim took one of the balls and dribbled under the basket for a lay-up. A few of the guys just gave him an odd look, and a couple others laughed.
"Damn Jim, you need to use the buttmaster in a bad way!" Tony said. "You're ass is fat."
"Yeah." Keith joined in. "If it get's any bigger, we'll have to give it it's own zip code."
"Real funny you retards." Jim snapped back. "My ass just looks big in these stupid shorts, and besides that, do I need to remind you that I can kick both of your stupid asses anytime?"
The two guys nodded at Jim, and went back to practicing their shots. Just then, the coach came in and blew the whistle to officialy start practice.
"Get over here you losers!" Coach Smith barked. "I'm going to work you so hard you beg for mercy. That last game you played was the worst thing I've ever seen in all my years of coaching! It was crap! C-R-A-P! Do you maggots hear me?"
Coach walked around looking at each member of the team, cursing them out. When he got to Jim he stopped.
"What the hell happened to you pretty boy? It looks like you've put on some weight. You're getting fat and soft Jim. You're a fat-ass of the worst variety, and I will not have fat-asses on my team! You're going to lose that big Bon-Bon looking ass, and you're going to lose it quickly. Understand me maggot!"
"Yes sir." Jim said softly.
"Holy-Dog-Licking-Rear-End-Crap! Sound off like you've got some balls Jim!"
"Yes sir Coach!" Jim yelled.
"All right men, today is conditioning day. I'm gonna work you motherfuckers till you can't work no more. Everybody start running them bleachers right now! And don't stop until there's nothing left but saw dust! I'm gonna work you're asses off you maggot-pukes. And that especially means that big fatt ass of yours Jim!"
Coach Smith blew the whistle and all the guys took off, running up and down the bleacher steps as the sadistic basketball coach watched closely.
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about anyone discovering my problem." Jim thought to himself. "Everyone is going to be way too tired to care."
And on the guys ran, up the steps and down the steps...
"Pick up the pace ladies!" Coach Smith screamed. "I can keep you miserable no good pansy ass maggots in here all day!"
Somehow, the guys made it through the practice hour without falling over dead. Jim and the rest of the team were all covered with sweat, and the sock that was between his legs was feeling really gross.
"Ok dipshits, that's all for today. Go hit the showers and then get the hell out of my locker room! Coach Smith yelled.
"Yeah." Jim thought. "A shower would really feel good about now."
Jim walked exhaustedly back to the locker-room, when the light finally came on.
"Oh crap!" Jim panicked. "The showers! What am I going to do?"
