you, Glen," laughed Carl.

Glen let out a small laugh and then ran down the basement step, his big bottom jiggling with each footfall. Three minutes later, Glen reappeared dressed in the red and white uniform of his team, The Sabers. Carl started to feel a little bit bad for what he was planning to do to Glen, but then when he thought of how Glen ruined his chances with Beth Morgan, the guilt went away. It was just last night that Carl had asked to borrow his brother's car while his brakes were being worked on. Glen said no, because Carl never filled the tank. Carl begged him, assuring his younger brother that he would fill the tank. He just couldn't break this date with Beth since it was their first, and he had been trying for months to get her to go out with him. Glen refused, and Carl had to break his date at the last minute with one very pissed off Beth Morgan. Carl vowed revenge on Glen.

Carl's plan was simple. Glen always had trouble finding pants that fit right because of his large buns. He tended to split them out easily. So after everyone had gone to bed, Carl snuck into the basement and ran a razor along the back seem of Glen's baseball pants. He knew it was just a matter of time before Glen's monster butt broke the thin threads and his lard ass split out the back in front of everyone. That would teach him to screw with Carl. And after seeing Glen's choice in underwear, which wasn't much bigger than a thong, Carl knew it would be extra embarrassing for his younger brother.

Mr. and Mrs. Deaning appeared at the foot of the stairs. "Well, is everyone ready?" asked Mr. Deaning.

"Sure are," said Glen. And with that, the entire family made its way to the car to watch Glen's game and ultimately his shame.

The Deanings’ made it to the field in enough time for Glen to join his team in some stretching exercises. Carl and his parents found seats in the stands, while down on the field, Glen and his buddies prepared for their game. Before long, things were underway; the game progressed as normal. Glen got a home run and had stopped quite a few runs at his position on third base. The Sabers were up by three, and at the top of the 8th it appeared as though the Sabers would be the victors.

From the stands, Carl watched. He was beginning to think that maybe his plan to humiliate his brother had failed. The Sabers were out on the field and Glen was at his position on third, his white uniform pants taut across his ample backside. The other team was up at bat. The pitch was thrown, the ball made contact with the bat. There was a loud crack as the two met. The ball sailed through the air and made its way toward third base. Glen jumped up, his hand raised high to catch the ball. He was in mid air when it finally happened. There was a loud RIP…followed by a rush of air across Glen's over stuffed ass cushions.

Instinctively, Glen's hands went to his behind to cover it. His glove fell to the ground, and he tried to pull the seat of his pants together, in vain. The entire back seam was ripped out of the teen’s pants.

There was a loud burst of