Harry's Rugby WG

Chapter Six

I was playing my heart out on the field, pushing myself to the limit. But even as I ran and tackled and dodged, I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in my gut. I was heavier than I had ever been before, and it was starting to show.

My rugby gear was stretched to the limit, and I could feel the seams straining with every movement. But I pushed through the discomfort, determined to prove myself to my teammates.

But as I made a sharp turn, I felt a sudden ripping sensation. I looked down, and to my horror, I saw that my shorts had burst open, exposing my rugby undies for all the world to see.

My mates burst out laughing, pointing and jeering at me.

"Looks like you're carrying a few extra pounds there, mate!" one of them shouted, barely able to contain his laughter.

I tried to laugh it off, but inside I was seething with embarrassment and anger. I had always prided myself on my athleticism, and now I felt like a joke.

As I tried to play on, I felt my breathing growing more and more labored. My chest heaved with each breath, and I could feel my belly bouncing with each step.

I was winded and out of shape, and I knew it. But even as I struggled to catch my breath, I couldn't help feeling a strange sense of exhilaration. There was something thrilling about being this big and powerful, even if it meant sacrificing some of my athleticism.

But even as I reveled in my newfound size, I couldn't ignore the teasing and taunting of my mates. They were right - I was bigger than I had ever been before, and it was starting to affect my game.

I knew I needed to do something to get back in shape, to prove that I was still the strong and athletic rugby player that I had always been. But as I struggled to catch my breath, I couldn't help feeling like I had a long road ahead of me.