Harry's Rugby WG

Chapter Eight

A few days later, my mates invited me to the beach. I hesitated at first, knowing that I would have to wear a swimsuit that would reveal my new body. But my mates were insistent, and I found myself agreeing to go.

As I slipped into my old swimsuit, I knew that it was too small for my new body. My belly bulged over the waistband, and my thighs strained against the fabric. But my mates didn't seem to mind. In fact, they were practically drooling over my new curves and bulges.

"Cor blimey, mate! Look at the size of that gut!" one of them exclaimed, poking my belly with his finger.

My mates laughed and teased me as we ate beach food, drinking beer and slapping and jiggling my belly. I couldn't help feeling a sense of embarrassment, but at the same time, I was starting to enjoy the attention.

As the day wore on, my mates continued to tease me about my new body, but I found that I didn't mind so much anymore. In fact, I was starting to like the way they touched and prodded my belly, reveling in the way it jiggled and bounced.

I knew that I was supposed to be ashamed of my new body, but the truth was that I was starting to love it. I loved the way my belly bulged over my waistband, the way my thighs rubbed together, the way my chest bounced as I ran.

As the sun began to set and we packed up our things, I found myself feeling a sense of satisfaction. I was bigger and stronger than I had ever been before, and I was starting to like it. Maybe it was the magic rugby kit, or maybe it was just me, but I knew that I would never be the same again.