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I'll Show Everybody
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>They tell me only a select few get to play ball at the college level
>They say getting to the pros is like winning the lottery
>But I'll show them
>I'll work harder than anyone's ever seen
>I'm not tall enough to be a quarterback?
>I'll prove them wrong
>I'll be faster
>I'll lift more
>I'll eat more and sleep more
>Practice is over coach?
>Sorry, not until I make sure that that one play gets to how I want it
>I'll be the best
>No one can tell me I'm not good enough!
>Not even the scouts!
>I won't let them tell me I can't do anything, and if they do, I'll do it without them!
 
>You finally fall to the ground, a bar holding over 300 lbs on your neck as you fail your squat
>People come rushing over to help it off of you, but you scream at them to get away
>You'll lift it or die trying
>You won't let them be right
>You push and push as hard as you can, but the bar doesn't come up
>You feel your sight fleeting with a sharp pain in the back of your neck
>No, you won't let them be right
>But they are
>You failed
>Just before you black out, you hear one of your teammates say, "Get it off of him! He's too small to ever be able to lift that much."
>I can lift it
>I just need to try harder
>I... can't...
 
>You wake up in a hospital bed, your whole team and coaching staff surrounding you, all on one knee
>You finally realize what's going on and suddenly wish you were back asleep
>"Jeeze, kid! You gave us a scare!"
"Hey, coach. Glad you came."
>"What were you thinking trying to squat that much weight?"
"Just that I love football."
>"What, were you trying to show off or something?"
"No, coach. I just want to get stronger."
>"Well, take a break, kid. I think I'll have you sit out for this week's game."
"You can't!"
>"Look at you, Ted! If you get sacked in the game, you could break your neck!"
"Then I'll make my neck stronger!"
>"Kid... I know how much football means to you, but you gotta think about your future."
"Football is my future, coach."
>He looks away, half of the players have tears in their eyes
"I won't let anyone tell me I'm too small, coach. I won't let anyone tell me I'm not quick enough! I won't let anyone tell me that I don't work hard enough!"
>"I love the way you compete, Ted, but--"
"I'm not trying to compete, coach! I'm trying to catch up! I just want to get to the college level! I want to be like the pros!"
>"Ted, you're off the team."
 
"What?"
>"I want you to get some rest and get all this nonsense out of your system. You aren't coming back until I know you won't kill yourself just trying to build muscle."
>You want to say anything, but can't
>You rest your head back and close your eyes
>One by one, the coaches and players all leave the room
>All except for one freshman
>"I wanna be just like you," the kid says
>You open your eyes to see Button looking right at you
>He opens his dufflebag and pulls out a game
>"Here, this is for you. You can play it as long as you need until you can come back onto the team."
>Madden
"Thanks, man. I'll be back and the squad soon."
>Your mom brings by your gear and gets you a used Xbox so you can play the game in the hospital
>You wear your school uniform, pads, helmet and all while you play
>You name your character after yourself so you can feel like the one making the plays
>You play day in and day out
>A few days later, your mom comes back
>"Honey... can we talk."
"In a second. It's 4th down, and I'm not about to get a turn over."
>"Honey, stop!"
>You pause the game and take off your helmet
>"This isn't worth it, Teddy."
"Then what is, mom? Competing at something like math where I can be an accountant for the rest of my life, never doing as well as anyone else and trying to find some redeeming TV show to watch so I can make it through to the next day?! Is that what you want me to do?!"
>"There are countless opportunities out there for you, Ted! It doesn't need to be football!"
"Football is my life!"
>She turns off your game
>You stare at her in complete shock, like you were playing in a real 4th down possession and she just cost you your starting position
>"Ted... listen to me for one second."
 
"I'm not going to listen to you."
>"Why not?"
"Because you're just going to tell me that I can't do it!"
>"Well... I'm going to go to the grocery store. Is there anything you'd like me to get you?"
"Could you get me some whey protein?"
>"...Yes, Ted. I can get you some."
>You turn the game back on and start again
>Not before putting your helmet back on, though
>Your biggest fear is that they're right, but even then, you'll still have this game
>Even if the coaches take away your spot on the field, they can't take away football
>Pass incomplete
>Pass incomplete
>Pass incomplete
>You're starting to get more and more frustrated, but you're not about to give up
>Pass intercepted
>You throw your controller down and sob to yourself
>How can something so important to you blow up like this?
>Is it true? Will you ever play football at the next level?
>Your mom comes back in, seeing you crying into your hands
>She quietly puts the protein down, sits next to you on your hospital bed and hugs you tight
>Look at yourself
>You never thought you'd get to this level, yet here you are
>You'll get over this, though
>You have to be strong
 
>The next day, you're released from the hospital and show up at school just in time to hit the practice field
>"Hey, kid!" the coach says. "You feeling better?"
"Yeah, coach! Sorry about all that back there. I wasn't feeling myself."
>"Then get out there and go throw some touchdowns!"
"Yes, coach!"
>You run out onto the field and smile
>Nobody knows, nor will they ever
>The stress of making it big was your drive to get big in the first place
>Now you have the added stress of making it looked like you've changed?
>You're gonna get swool in no time
"HIKE!"
 
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The Boner
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>Be Ted
>Finishing off weight training class with a soft towel running across your sweaty face
>Trying to move up in your weight class for wrestling season
>Apparently, the weight class you're in to begin the season is the weight class you finish the season with
>You just have to break 180
>You step on the scale and...
>[spoiler]167[/spoiler]
>Wait, what? How?!
>You've been eating nonstop carbs for weeks!
>You still might be able to make it to 180 if you eat enough right before stepping on the scale
>Even then, though, you'll need all the protein you have
>Later that night...
"I'm telling you, bro. Aaron Rodgers isn't just gay. He liked watching his boyfriend getting plowed by other men."
>"Isn't there a word for that?" Brad asks on the other line.
"Yeah, something weird, like 'cluck' or something."
>"Oh, speaking of which, I found this new site. Check out milkyway.com. It's good."
"You're watching it right now, aren't you?"
>[spoiler]"Lel."[/spoiler]
>You hang up and quickly get onto the website
>You're immediately greeted by a pair of gaint hooters on a milf with blue, curly hair
>You click on video after video, seeing her spray milk out of her tits
>Your 9 inch dick can't take it any longer
>You unzip your pants, slide them down to your ankles and grab onto your penis with both hands
>Mmmm I bet her milk would help me move up in weight class
>Wait! NO!
>You let go of your shaft before you have the chance to spew all over your keyboard
>Need to keep all those gains in your body
>No masturbating for a week
>Sorry, Milky, but you're gonna have to wait
 
>The next day, you can't focus in school
>All your thoughts are focused on how you can gain more weight
>Instead of writing down notes for chemistry, you take out your phone and begin looking up the nutritional value of different Kellogg's products
>"And just what are you looking at?"
>You look up and see Miss Cheerilee staring at you and your phone
>Crap, she caught--
>What is she wearing?
>For some reason, she decided to wear a blouse that's a size too large for her
>As she bends over, her cleavage dominates your view
>Her lacy bra just barely veils what you're trying to see by shifting your position in your chair
>"Teddy. Phone. Now."
>For some reason, her dominating tone is making the experience that much more enticing
>You want to prolong giving it to her in some hope that she'll reach over and try to take it by force
>Or at least until you take a picture
>Still, though, coach says you can't get into any more trouble in school without jeopardizing your eligibility
>You hand over the phone and slump in your seat
>As she walks away, though, you can't help but notice how her waist curves inward before expanding into her hips
>With every step she takes, she leaves you with your jaw on your desk, leaving you with a giant boner and a fetish you didn't even know you had
>You wonder when the last time she got laid was
>Of course, everyone knows she's single, and part of you believes that if you came by after school, you'd be able to absolutely ravage her
>Not today, though... gotta work on those gains
 
>As time goes on, though, you find yourself thinking about sex more and more often
>In gym class, even as you use up all your protein doing squats, you can't help but notice Sarah's tiny gym shorts wrapping around her firm thighs
>Every time she hits a tennis ball, she lets out a feminine shriek
>You wonder whether or not that's the sound she'd make if she were on top of you in a cowgirl position
>Just the thought of it makes your legs weak
>No, wait, that's the 300 pounds on your shoulders
>You can't let this weight conquer you, though
>You need those gains
>Finally it's lunchtime, and you can focus on drinking a protein shake and eating a ham sandwich
"Thanks, Ms. Granny Smith."
>With sandwich in hand, you walk back to your table, double checking to make sure she left out the mayonnaise
>All that fat would make the sandwich pretty much usel--
>"OW!"
>You finally look up to see that you just walked right into Patricia
"Whoa! Sorry!"
>"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
>She always seems to apathetic most of the time, maybe even grumpy
>No wonder you never see her with any men around her
>Heh. Maybe you could make her day.
>You could start up some small talk to boost her confidence
>Then when she starts to flirt with you, you'll flirt back
>You'll make her feel loved for the first time
>You'll probably be her first kiss
>You'll take her to the closet, pulling off her tight black shirt over her head, bringing your head under her skirt and taking off her silk white panties down her legs
>WAIT! This is Patricia!
>OK, this has gotten too far!
>Think about something gross.
>Naked Granny Smith!
>Who are you kidding? You'd bang her and Applejack at the same time
>Naomi?
>Suddenly, your boner starts to shrink
>Without thinking, you run over to Norman's old cocksheath
"Naomi! I need you around all the time for the next week!"
>"Really?! :D"
>That weight class is as good as yours