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(Continued from Part 8a - Plans)
Afterward, in the shower room, Sam stood next to Brad. Every time Brad dared to glance around, other eyes flitted away quickly. Finally, Brad's eyes met with Pete's, and Pete looked away too late. He looked over to Sam questioningly who only smiled and winked as he continued to wash himself.
As Brad and Sam came out of the showers, Coach Weis was waiting for them.
"Um, Brad, can I talk to you in my office?"
"Uh, okay", Brad said uncertainly.
Sam gave him a discreet pat on the butt as he went past, "I'll wait for you in the hall."
Brad followed the coach into his office, shutting the door behind himself as Weis sat down behind his desk. "Am I in trouble? If this is about me being late again, I promise...."
Weis waved a hand dismissively, "No, no, nothing's wrong. At least, not really."
Brad shrugged, causing his pecs to bounce slightly, "Then what....?"
"First, I'd like to apologize for what happened a few weks ago. I feel terrible."
Brad looked away timidly, recalling accidentally exposing himself to Coach
Weis. "It's okay. I was just embarrassed. No big deal."
The coach shook his head and chuckled, "Right, no big deal. I can see that puberty has been quite....'generous', shall we say? However, I can foresee an obscenity problem."
Brad turned red with discomfort, "Yes, sir. I can't help it." he motioned toward his overly taxed speedo, "This is my suit from last year."
"I understand, Brad." He opened the lowest drawer in his desk to retrieve a cellufaine wrapped package, and tossed it to Brad. "Try that on. It's the size we give to our 'larger' Senior Varsity swimmers. You can use my bathroom over there." He pointed to a door on Brad's right.
Brad nodded, and did as he was told. After a few minutes, he emerged in the larger swim apparel. The waistband wasn't as snug any more, but everything else was still just as tight. "Umm, I don't think it's gonna work, Coach."
The coach looked him over thoughtfully for a few moments until his expression brightened. "I have an idea, try'em on at the same time."
Again, Brad did as he was told. He stood before Weis with a hopeful expression, "Well? What do you think?"
Coach looked him over again. The double layer of spandex could do nothing to hide the size of Brad's enormous proportions, but at least it obscured it a bit. "That should do the trick, Brad. I know it's not comfortable....bein' so big and all. But it'll have to do until I can get you a special suit."
"Thanks, Coach." he turned to leave, but paused a moment before exiting the office. "Ummm, Coach....?"
"Yeah?"
"Just out of curiosity, what size exactly do the 'bigger' Senior Varsity swimmers wear....?"
Coach Weis' expression was bemused, "Young adult men's 2-X-L, Brad...."
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Afterward, in the shower room, Sam stood next to Brad. Every time Brad dared to glance around, other eyes flitted away quickly. Finally, Brad's eyes met with Pete's, and Pete looked away too late. He looked over to Sam questioningly who only smiled and winked as he continued to wash himself.
As Brad and Sam came out of the showers, Coach Weis was waiting for them.
"Um, Brad, can I talk to you in my office?"
"Uh, okay", Brad said uncertainly.
Sam gave him a discreet pat on the butt as he went past, "I'll wait for you in the hall."
Brad followed the coach into his office, shutting the door behind himself as Weis sat down behind his desk. "Am I in trouble? If this is about me being late again, I promise...."
Weis waved a hand dismissively, "No, no, nothing's wrong. At least, not really."
Brad shrugged, causing his pecs to bounce slightly, "Then what....?"
"First, I'd like to apologize for what happened a few weks ago. I feel terrible."
Brad looked away timidly, recalling accidentally exposing himself to Coach
Weis. "It's okay. I was just embarrassed. No big deal."
The coach shook his head and chuckled, "Right, no big deal. I can see that puberty has been quite....'generous', shall we say? However, I can foresee an obscenity problem."
Brad turned red with discomfort, "Yes, sir. I can't help it." he motioned toward his overly taxed speedo, "This is my suit from last year."
"I understand, Brad." He opened the lowest drawer in his desk to retrieve a cellufaine wrapped package, and tossed it to Brad. "Try that on. It's the size we give to our 'larger' Senior Varsity swimmers. You can use my bathroom over there." He pointed to a door on Brad's right.
Brad nodded, and did as he was told. After a few minutes, he emerged in the larger swim apparel. The waistband wasn't as snug any more, but everything else was still just as tight. "Umm, I don't think it's gonna work, Coach."
The coach looked him over thoughtfully for a few moments until his expression brightened. "I have an idea, try'em on at the same time."
Again, Brad did as he was told. He stood before Weis with a hopeful expression, "Well? What do you think?"
Coach looked him over again. The double layer of spandex could do nothing to hide the size of Brad's enormous proportions, but at least it obscured it a bit. "That should do the trick, Brad. I know it's not comfortable....bein' so big and all. But it'll have to do until I can get you a special suit."
"Thanks, Coach." he turned to leave, but paused a moment before exiting the office. "Ummm, Coach....?"
"Yeah?"
"Just out of curiosity, what size exactly do the 'bigger' Senior Varsity swimmers wear....?"
Coach Weis' expression was bemused, "Young adult men's 2-X-L, Brad...."
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