Harry's Rugby WG

Chapter Seven

As time went on, I found myself growing more and more attached to my new, bigger body. The magic rugby kit had tricked me into loving my curves and bulges, and I found myself enjoying the teasing and taunting of my mates.

Even as I struggled to keep up on the field, I couldn't help feeling a sense of pride in my thick thighs and bulging belly. And when my extended family came over for a big meal, I found myself basking in their teasing and jabs.

"Looks like you've been eating well, eh?" my uncle snickered, eyeing my ample belly.

"Yeah, and those shorts look like they're about to burst," my cousin added, smirking.

I tried to brush off their comments, but inside I was seething with frustration. Didn't they understand that I was still the same person, just with a different body?

But even as I raged against their teasing, I couldn't help feeling a strange sense of pleasure in my newfound curves and bulges. The magic rugby kit had changed me, body and soul, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go back to my old self.

As I sat down to eat, I found myself enjoying the rich, heavy food more than ever before. I gobbled up second and third helpings, relishing in the feeling of my belly growing round and full.

And when I finally stood up to leave, my rugby gear stretched to the limit, I couldn't help feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. I was bigger than I had ever been before, and I was starting to like it.

But even as I reveled in my new body, I couldn't help feeling a twinge of fear. What if I couldn't stop growing? What if the magic rugby kit had changed me forever?

I pushed the thought aside, determined to enjoy my new curves and bulges. I was a big, powerful rugby player, and nothing was going to stop me.