Vinnie had just left, and Carter had grabbed his books to run off. Horst was sitting on the bench admiring Ryan, and planning his workout during his study hall period.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Study Hall, Horst?" a nasal whiny voice boomed from behind Horst.
Horst stood up and turned to face the short fat Vice Principal. He almost blurted out "What do you want Shamu (which was what the kids called the Vice Principal behind his back)?" Instead, he stammered, "Yes, I'm going to workout during study hall today. After all the school motto is Mind and Body."
"Your grades indicate that you've been neglecting the mind too long. Now get out of that jockstrap, and hand it to me. Then put on your street clothes and go to the library, like you're supposed to during study hall," snapped the prissy Vice Principal.
"I'm not giving you my jockstrap," Horst protested.
"It's not your jockstrap. I can see someone else's name written on the waistband."
"It's a joke. Check with Vinnie, that's his name. He'll tell you it's my jockstrap."
"I'll check with him later. Now hand it over."
Horst grudgingly obeys. "Yes, sir."
The vice principal stalks off with Ryan in his pocket.
In his office again, the Vice Principal locks his door, and closes his blinds. He sits down at his desk, and pulls the jockstrap out of his pocket. He stares as the image of Ryan Standish's face appears on the pouch.
"So it's true. The big jock had become a real jock," he snorts as he laughs, "I overheard Vinnie and the other boys talking. You really turned wimpy Vinnie into the beef cake his now just by him wearing you for a week? Well, I admit I'm not in as good a shape to start with, but then again I don't plan on giving you back to Vinnie to be restored to your former self. In fact, I'm rather pleased with how you turned out. I know you planned to go into business, but I told you that your aptitude test said the best you could be was a personal trainer, and now you're my personal trainer."
The vice principal stood and undid his trousers. He stepped out of them, and then removed his Joe Boxer boxer shorts. Then he stepped into Ryan.
Ryan moaned his body stretched to fit around the 60 inch girth of the bloated administrator.
"I know it's a tight fit, but it's your job to make me thinner," the Vice Principal snapped. The softly he added, "Oh, I can hear your thoughts. Oh, my. This is going to be fun."
He put back on his boxers and trousers. Checked his calendar and frowned. He couldn't leave any earlier than 3 PM today.