rush over his plump buns.

Glen landed on the ground face down on top of the ball. The seat of his pants had finally given way under the unbelievable strain of his oversized ass. The youth’s big buns were completely exposed except for the small leg strap of his jock.

Coach Adams called a time out and all the young men gathered. "Deaning," he said, "I guess you’re out of the game."
"No!" pleaded Glen. "I can play. My parents and brother are in the stands. Mom always carries a sewing kit in her purse. She can put a few stitches in my shorts and I'll be fine. Please!"
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Coach Adam's agreed and sent one of the players to the stands to get Glen's family. It was true that Glen's mom always carried a sewing kit. It came in handy more than once after Glen's mammoth butt ripped out so many pairs of pants.
Glen and his team waited for what seemed like an eternity for his family to make it to the sidelines. Glen was red with embarrassment at the thought of his entire school staring at his big naked behind.

When Glen's family finally arrived his father was laughing as hard as could be. "Oh, Glen,” he said, "Not again!"

Coach Adams looked at Mrs. Deaning and asked, "Do you think you can stitch them up?"

"Yes,” she replied.

To Glen's father she said, "You pull the two pieces of material together in the back. I'll pin them and I can stitch the shorts right up with him still in them."

Mr. Deaning got behind his son, still laughing at the sight of his massive exposed butt. He grabbed the two pieces of material and tried to bring them together. But, Glen's behind didn't want to cooperate. It still stuck way too far out.

Mr. Deaning put his hands on his son's super-sized ass and tried to shove it into the ripped shorts. But, it was no use. Finally, Mr. Deaning took the two ripped ends and with one quick tug pulled as hard as he could to make the pieces meet.

There was a loud rip and the shorts were torn right off Glen's body.

Mr. Deaning fell back onto his butt, the two pieces of his son's shorts still in his hands. Glen's vast ass jiggled and bounced up and down. The teen tried to pull his jersey down to cover his nakedness. But, it was no use. He was exposed and humiliated before all his classmates. Glenn just stood there red-faced as his teammates laughed at him, as did his father, mother and brother.

"Well, Deaning," began Coach Adams, "I guess you’re out of the game now. I'm sorry. Winslow will have to finish the match."

Bill Winslow was nowhere near as good as Glen. Even Bill knew it. Glen wanted to lead his team to victory and the National Championship. Bill would crack under the pressure for sure.

"No! Please, Coach let me finish out the game!" begged the boy.

"How?” asked the coach, “You have no pants. No offense, but your backside is kinda large. You'll never fit into anyone else's uniform."

Glen blushed when the Coach talked about the size of his ass. But, he knew it was true. He had only one choice.

"I'll play like this," murmured Glen.

What?" declared Coach