"No way," said Caleb flatly, staring at the smoked glass bubble.
"Dude, you have to press it," said Derrick, furrowing his brow at his friend's stubbornness. "Once we get to the end, we'll have the winner reset everything."
Caleb clenched his jaw but made no move. Derrick felt his anger bubble up a little bit. "Look man, just because you lost your sack doesn't mean you have to act like it." Jenna giggled, and even Sara couldn't keep herself from snickering. Courtney sat by, blushing at the reference.
Caleb's eyes shot to his friend's, full of anger. "You know what? Fine!" Caleb said, slamming his fist down on the glass hard. The number "1" appeared on the glass, causing Jenna to burst out laughing.
"You suck at this game, man!" She said, slapping her thigh. Courtney's eyes were drawn to her friend's crotch, which bulged outward, straining the stitching in the front of her shorts. The 8th grader felt terribly uncomfortable with the huge package right at her eye level, and scooted closer to Derrick, who tentatively put a hand on her back. It felt wrong to be touching a middle schooler. He glanced at her face, taking in her freckles, rounded features, and braces-clad teeth.
Caleb slid his token up one space, onto a yellow square, and waited impatiently for the yellow letters to take shape:
Someone's got a counterfeit ticket!
Choose a player and expose their fakery.
"Derrick," said Caleb, with almost no hesitation.
"Aw, c'mon man," Derrick said in protest, "I was only kidd-" his voice suddenly cracked, like he was going through puberty. He put a hand on his throat and cleared it.
Jenna leaned forward expectantly, and Sara shifted her weight, causing her diaper to crinkle under her yoga pants. She was having a hard time keeping her legs closed, given the girth of her new undergarment.
"What's happening to me?" said Derrick, his voice rising an octave as he spoke. "I feel... so weird..." He broke out in a sweat, sounding like a middle schooler. Suddenly his body convulsed, and he shot a hand to his crotch. "What did you do!?" He said, in a panicked high-pitch voice. "My dick... It feels..." His eyes suddenly went wide, and he clamped his mouth shut.
"What?!" encouraged Jenna, "what happened?" She craned her neck to look at his basketball shorts.
"N-nothing," he said quickly, his hand grasping and squeezing at his crotch.
"Bull shit," said Caleb, reaching over Courtney and grabbing the leg of Derrick's shorts. Unfortunately, Derrick chose that moment to leap to his feet. His shorts stayed in Caleb's hand, and he stood awkwardly in front of everyone, hands trying to cover his crotch. Everyone gaped at Derrick's sizable bulge, stretching out the crotch of a pair of purple spandex briefs. Courtney was trying hard not to blush. It's not like she hadn't seen her boyfriend in his underwear before, right? But the more she tried to grasp at the memory, the more it slipped away until she came to the realization that she had never seen a boy in underwear before.
"I don't get it," said Caleb," you look fine.
"No, wait!" said Jenna, leaning far forward off the couch and putting a hand on the table top to reach across the game board and point at Caleb's package. Sara glanced at he friend's backside as she did so, seeing the waistband of Caleb's jockstrap peeking out from Jenna's shorts.
"What?" said Derrick in his new falsetto, trying to swat her hand away.
Jenna was persistant, and now everyone could see what she was indicating. There was a little white piece of fabric protruding from the edge of Derrick's tight briefs. With one quick motion, Jenna shot her hand forward and grabbed the white fabric with her thumb and forefinger. She jerked her hand away as Derrick flinched backwards, and the effect of the game was immediately revealed. Jenna came away holding a rolled up tube sock in her hand triumphantly. Derrick fell backward, landing on his butt with his legs spread. Where previously the crotch of his briefs had been stretched tight by his girth, the fabric was now wrinkled and sagging, more air than flesh.
"He was stuffing!" said Jenna, holding the tube sock up for all to see, "what a faker!" She looked at Caleb and winked.
Derrick looked mortified, clamping his legs together defensively. From where Courtney and Caleb sat, to the side of Derrick, they could see the loose fabric of his briefs hanging away from his legs, giving them a peek as his diminished member. It looked like the equipment of a gradeschooler, or a middleschooler at best.
"You ass!" He said to Caleb, the edge in his voice blunted by its squeaky nature.
"Hey, at least you still have one," Caleb said, patting his own crotch. "Now Courtney, hurry up and go. Unless you like your boyfriend being the size of a 6th grader."