"Well, Jim," Rick said, closing his locker and heading out to the field. "Let's go show'em our stuff."
Jim grumbled under his breath, but finally followed Jim out to game.
When the whole team of cheerleaders got outside, the game was just starting. The girls started to line up for
their first formation. Jim and Rick followed along as best as they could, trying to figure
out as best they could where in the line they were supposed to be. This
was especially difficult for Jim, who had the added trouble of his voluptuous
breasts bouncing all over the place. Even with his bra, his boobs were constantly bouncing
and flew up into his face with almost every step he took.
The refereee blew his whistle and the game began. The quaterback on the opposing
school's team called out a play, and finished with the usual "Hike!" However,
something was wrong. The center didn't throw the ball. "42...27....39....Hike!" the quarterback
said again, thinking the center didn't hear him the first time.
"Uhhh...Rick?" Jim whispered. "Why isn't anything happening? The center seems to be in some sort of trance."
"Actually," answered Rick. "I think he's too busy staring at you. Or, rather, your chest."
Jim grumbled, but as much as he hated to admit it, Rick was right. The center's eyes were definitely stuck on Jim's chest. Finally, one of the other players nudged the center back to life, and passed the ball to the quarterback.
The game continued, but it was obvious none of the players were playing to their full capacity. In fact, quite a few players deliberately stayed near the sidelines to catch a glimpse of Jim's beauties.
"Well, this is wonderful," Jim said to Rick. "What should we do? Can we let them go on like this?"
Rick sighed, then said...
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