Playing with the Boys

“Beaucorps! A word” Wagner yelled calling the basically topless redhead over.

“Ye-yes Coach” she said still desperately keeping both arms over her almost bare boobs.

“I've been approached by the other girls and they brought up a fair point. With your athletic prowess unfairly giving you an edge over everyone else it's clear you'd fit in a better competitive bracket. So from now on you'll be playing with the boys. Which works out considering I've had to pull one out every round to keep the teams even” he explained.

“Co-coach you can't be serious” Renee said wide eyed.

“Sorry, but no. You should be proud. And don't worry about the difficulty jumping up too much. I think you'll be able to keep up quite well considering…” the man stopped but eyed a certain trio of nerds and a few other not so athletically inclined boys.

“But but Coach that may be true normally but I-I don't think I can still play in my… top condition. Considering my… wardrobe malfunction” Renee pointed out.

Wagner narrowed his eyes and said “that maybe true, but based on the rules I have to treat you as if you're normally clothed. Otherwise what's the point of the clause? Now get out there and do your best.”

“But Coach…” “Is that insubordination I hear?” Wagner threatened.

“No sir,” Renee said pitifully.

“Good, now walk with me and I'll explain to the boys,” Wagner said.

…

“Stop tossing the ball to me” Renee yelled. Getting tired of her quarterback forcing her to take her hands away from her chest to catch the ball. Then making her the target on the other team, who took the opportunity to be sneaky perverts.

“They always leave you wide open for some reason. It's not my fault you're clearly the best choice” the guy explained with a set smile. Loving the view he got of her bouncy chest every time her athletic reflexes **** her to catch the ball, along with the rest of her enticing bare torso.

Renee grunted in frustration but had no counter. Meanwhile the dorky trio gathered together with Jacob asking Tim “how much longer?”

Tim looked at his smartwatch and said “It'll go off any minute now. Mel you kept the camera set up to record right?”

“Don't call me Mel, and yes even at this distance we should have some decent quality footage”

Melvin answered. “Good, any bets on what undies she's wearing today?” Tim asked.

“If she has any boy shorts left probably those” Jacob said.

““If" is the operative word. I'm going for one of the thongs the girls left her” Tim bet.

“Maybe some of those kiddie panties she got after that rain storm,” Melvin said unsuredly.

“Ah you like the cute ones heh?” Tim teased.

“Form up!”

…

“Can they leave me alone for five seconds?” Renee whined seeing the ball once again spinning through the air towards her. Catching it once again with a cringe as she felt her hefty chest bounce and wobble in everyone's view. The enemy team's hungry eyes landed on her as her team basically did nothing to help her.

Grunting outloud she steeled herself and took off. Doing her best to dodge while covering her chest and hugging the ball. “Man this can't get any worse” she said to herself.

And things got worse…

As a certain timer on Tim's phone went off, sending a signal. Which similar to the outfit Renee wore to the bank interview, caused her gym shorts to just fall apart with no warning. Unfortunately causing her to trip and fall. “Oh shit, Renee you good!” a teammate yelled out while running over.

Not giving her time to answer him and another guy grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. Instantly rewarded with two surprises. The first having to do with her shorts falling the rest of the way down her legs. Revealing an incredibly sexy thong designed to look like a colorful butterfly on her crotch. From the back others would've seen a bit of butt floss swallowed by her girthy white cheeks. But currently her crack was covered by one of the flags hanging from her belt. Still most of her smooth peachy rear was exposed to see.

Then the second was the result of her sliding on the ground chest first and Renee being somewhat sweaty from the activity, causing the small squares of tape to just slip off her nipples and flutter to the ground. The whole field went quiet at the sight, while Renee froze in horror.

“I knew it!” Tim yelled in his head, staring at Renee’s bare ass.

Melvin on the other hand got an angle of Renee naked chest and said “there's no way this could get better.”

And it got better…

“Fuck ME” Renee screamed before tugging out of the guy's hold and preparing to run off. One of which had been holding one of the flags of Renee’s belt. Which as designed snapped off her waist at the fragile clip in the front. The clip then hooked onto the thin waistband of the thong. Of course activating the inbuilt sabotage. Making it easily tear right off the girl's crotch. Exposing her now iconic heart shaped bush.

Feeling the fabric slip past her sensitive pussy Renee looked down past her bust to see the familiar patch of red fuzzy and the edge of her pink slit. “Fuck! Why?!” She whined, continuing to run off now in just a pair of shin high socks and tennis shoes.