Chad blurted out everything to the coach about what had been done to him. He could feel Raul trapped inside him, and concentrated to create an opening in his chest. He unzipped the hoodie halfway, and a hole opened in his chest revealing Raul's furious eyes and nose. He made muffled threats through the rubber covering his mouth.
"You're ruberized huh? Well, it's too late to put you in the game, and no one else knows you're back," Hanson said thoughtfully.
"I know all their plays, Coach, I can help."
"Fine, Chad, but you cannot help like this. Strip out of that gear," Hanson ordered looking back down the corridor where he could hear the voices of the players in the locker room.
When Chad was naked, he asked, "Want me to suit up?"
"Nah, Chad," Coach Hansen said putting his hand on Chad's bare shoulder and squeezing hard. "Let's see how rubbery you are?" He slammed Chad's face into the wall with a loud splat. In just a few seconds, Coach Hanson pummeled Chad into a mound of pink flesh, and proceeded to roll it into a heavy ball.
Raul's head burst out at one point gasping, "What the fuck you doing?"
"I bet on your team, Raul, so we're not going to win, but with Chad's help, I'm going make the spread. Bye, Raul," Hanson said shoving Raul's head back into the blob that was Chad.
Hanson stood and hefted the 50 lb medicine ball that had been a 180 lb quarterback minutes earlier. He grinned.
"Okay, Chad, now tell me their plays."
Chad was silent.
Coach Hanson bounced him off the concrete wall, and rolled him back into a sphere.
"Be the ball, Chad, and I'll have you bronzed. Now whisper their plays, and after the game you'll turn up alright. I think I'll let you keep Raul under your skin. We have a rematch in two weeks, and without Raul, they should be easy pickings."