TWV: Butterball

Buck walked toward the locker room for gym class, smirking as more than a few students gave him a wide berth. He ruled this school, at least in his own mind. His powerful muscles meant that he could, and often did, take anyone who challenged him.

“Out of my way, fat ass.” He shoved a chubby freshman out of his way, just because he could. “Gonna cry?” The freshman just ran away and he cackled cruelly as he pushed open the door to the guys locker room.

Everyone else was already out of the locker room. After all, class had already begun. Buck did not see himself as late. He made his own schedule. He ruled this school and even the teachers did not dare challenge his authority. He stripped down to his boxer briefs at his gym locker, still chuckling to himself as he flexed his muscles in the small mirror he kept in there. Life was good.

“Hey, butterball!” He heard a voice he did not recognize call out. He turned to see who they were talking to, only to see a muscular guy in a letterman’s jacket making a bee line for him. “I’m talking to you!” He said to Buck, punching him in the arm.

“Ow!” Buck said, rubbing his arm and gasping. His muscles were… gone! Replaced by flab. He stared at his hand with a new set of sausage fingers. What was going on?

“Still in tighty whities?” The bully said, forcing the now chubby Buck to turn around so he could yank up, hard, on the Fruit of the Loom white briefs that he now wore, the last vestiges of his designer boxer briefs vanishing before his eyes. Buck stared at his reflection. His muscles were gone, replaced by soft pudge. He was overweight and wearing the dorkiest tighty whities imaginable.

“Dirk, stop!” He heard himself whine as the bully yanked up on his underwear again, his mind racing. What was going on? Dirk the jerk was bullying him again, that was what. It did not make any sense why that made sense. “Stop!”

“Is the little butterball gonna cry? Bet your tighty whities would rip if we tried to hang you by them!” Horribly confused, Buck could do nothing as Dirk and his cronies lifted him up and hanged him by the back of his tighty whities, the wedgie like fire as his feet dangled, the floor just barely out of reach.

“Let me down!” He whined, tears flowing down his chubby cheeks.

“Naw. We gotta get to gym.” Dirk said. “Nice hanging out with you, butterball!”