laughter from the stands as Glen fought to cover his massive buns. The little cotton leopard print bikini briefs barely covered him. His huge cheeks appeared to swallow the small undergarment as the back rode up the youth's ass crack. Glen's face flushed red with embarrassment as he ran across the field to the dugout calling a time out. His melon-sized ass cheeks quivered and bounced as Glen ran. Glen felt exposed and humiliated at the thought of all those people watching his huge hiney dance. Coach Hill and the rest of the team all came into the dug out.

"Deaning! What the hell is going on!?" demanded the Coach.

"Coach Hill, it's my pants, Sir. They...well, they split," replied Glen, turning his back to his coach and bending slightly to show his the huge rip, his meaty ass peaking out from underneath the remainder of his pants and scant bikini.

Coach Hill laughed and slapped Glen on the ass, "Nice "Panties! Okay, Deaning hit the locker Room. Stevens, you go in for Deaning."

With that Glen turned and ran toward the locker room. As he ran past his teammates, one of the guys slapped his fleshy behind. Then the rest of the guys followed suit. Each guy slapped the fat ass of Glen as he ran past them. By the time he got to the locker room, every one of Glen's teammates had slapped his monster gluts. His ass was stinging and red with hand prints.

From the stands, Carl was laughing his head off at Glen's shame as he thought to himself, "That'll teach him." Carl rose and made his way to the locker room to make certain his little brother knew that what had happened to him was pay back for the night before, and that Glen had better not fuck with him again.
In the locker room Glen was standing with his back to a full-length mirror looking back over his shoulder at the huge rip in his pants. He had hoped that maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it was. Unfortunately, it was. The entire seat of his pants was split out. His lard ass was completely exposed. His bikini briefs were so small that more of his cheeks were exposed than covered. However, the small animal print briefs were still visible. Glen blushed again at the thought of all his teammates seeing his sexy underwear.

Glen pulled his pants off over his cleats then pulled his jersey over his head and threw it to the floor. He was now dressed simply in his cleats, socks and thong-like bikini. The small garment rode up his ass and he pulled it out and over his ample cheeks as best he could. From the doorway there was laughter. Glen turned quickly to find Carl standing there laughing his head off. "What's so fuckin' funny!?" snapped Glen.

"You," said Carl. "I hope that teaches you a lesson."

"What do you mean?" inquired Glen.

"The next time I ask to borrow your car, maybe you'll let me, and then I won't have to tamper with the seat of your pants," sneered Carl.

A look of recognition passed over Glen's face as he realized that his brother was responsible for his humiliation. "You mean you tampered with the seat of my pants so they'd split, just because I wouldn't let you use my car?"

"Yep!" laughed Carl.

Glen saw red as he charged