Suddenly, out of the shadows ran five JV players carrying big sheet of opaque plastic. They tackled Chad sweeping him off the ground and wrapping him in the plastic sheeting.
Chad still couldn't speak or control his movements. He made gooshing sound as the plastic wrapped around his weirdly soft body.
"Now that your season's over, Chad, it's time to gel. You walked all over us JV players, but now it's our turn, Chad," said Marshall the JV team captain, "Though we're the new varsity team."
They carried Chad over to where rows of football shoes and sneakers were lined up. Chad noticed all the guys were either barefoot or in their stocking feet. They had formed the plastic wrap into a cone, and they cut a hole in the tip at the bottom. They put the tip in the first shoe, and began to squeeze Chad. He felt himself oozing out of the tip and into the shoe. He felt the shoe against him. Weirdly he could also smell it, and taste it. He wanted to be sick, but he couldn't. They repeated this with each shoe until half of his body was gone.
"Chad the human insole. He absorbs the sweat from our feet, and cushions our every step."
"Yeah, but what about the rest?" asked a kid Chad thought was named Myron or Marrion.
"Oh, who want's Chad gel as extra padding? I think we'll start with jocks, then knee pads and shoulder pads if any is left."
Chad wanted to scream. He felt the crushing weight of the players as they put their shoes on to try out their new gel insoles.