Closing his locker and spinning the dial, Kyle turned to check on his steady girl, Tracy. He walked across the hall and put his books under one arm, while leaning against the wall next to her with the other. She playfully ignored him, smiling as she touched up her face in the mirror she'd stuck into her locker. He wasn't smiling, he was looking Tracy up and down, wondering why she looked less short!
Finally, she turned, and smiled even bigger. What was it about him she couldn't tell, but he looked cuter. And closer to her face. "You look so-" she cut herself off from saying something that might make Kyle angry... seeing how he looked.. different just now. "-ready for the tryouts."
Kyle smiled, reassured a little by the lie. He looked down at her and made an exaggerated frown playfully, and said "But I don't FEEL ready. This morning has been all kinds of wrong."
Tracy ran a finger up the arm holding the books, smiling. "You'll do great. Gotta go, gimme a kiss."
Kyle reached down with his free hand, not leaning on the wall anymore, and held her in for a kiss. It was super weird not having to crane his neck as much! They mashed lips... which also felt better somehow. This morning was so weird. Parting, she put a hand on his chest and turned with a jestful smirk. As Tracy wiggled her butt down the hall, Kyle noticed he didn't feel much better after all. And Tracy's hand had seemed too big.
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First class was history. Kyle sat in the back, not wanting to answer the stupid questions. No class in this school seemed very difficult, more like a parade of viewpoints. He really didn't care. In season first class was his QB study period. He recorded the lecture and listened while he ran.
Sitting in the back, he looked around self-consciously. Nothing was feeling right. His pants felt loose, his jersey seemed big. It was tight when he put it on this morning! He gained weight over the summer. Those crazy gains were just... gone?
He spent half the class putting his fingers around his wrist and muscles, trying to measure. Half way through, though, he noticed his balls itching. Deftly and subconsciously, he reached down and rubbed his crotch, not thinking about it. Through the boxer briefs and jeans, nothing felt off. He moved around in his seat and did notice his butt felt... bigger. Maybe not. Maybe he had a wedgie. Boxer briefs did that... right? He looked up to count his classmates and found that no one was out to the restroom. The teacher had a policy that no student had to ask, but should make sure only one or two were out at at a time - and he more or less noted how long students were gone. Kyle stood up and walked to the bathroom down the empty hall.