As Rick waved the wand, the coach emerged on the scene once more. She surveyed the field full of bulging bellies and shook her head. By now pretty much every girl except the ace had given up on standing and collapsed on their back, their bare bellies thrust in the air like fleshy mountains. The coach sighed and blew her whistle, and cheerleaders emerged from a nearby door and began to stream on the field.
With that final blow of the whistle, it seemed like the game was conclusively over. The crowd watching dispersed, a few heading to the field to chat with the players. The cheerleaders were walking around the ground-bound players, wiping off their sweat, offering them drinks and carrying them off the field, though they appeared to be in no hurry to accomplish that last task. Jim and Rick climbed down to chat with the cheerleaders themselves.
The cheerleader they approached was a tall blonde girl, heavily pregnant herself, but not to the extent of the soccer players. She was aiding one of the larger girls on the ground, the tip of her belly almost half as tall as she was. As Jim and Rick approached, she leaned over it to wave to them, causing the immobilized player to moan as the litter in her began kicking about. "Hi!" She greeted them cheerfully. "Did you like the game? I do hope you come to the next game as well. We always appreciate your support."
"The next game?" Jim asked, wondering how these soccer players would be able to move, let alone play. "When is the next game?"
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