Semi-finals

The day went by fast enough. Initially, Arthur was freaked out about the buttplug falling out halfway through the school day, but thankfully it didn't, and it was honestly really nice. There was something intrinsically satisfying about feeling Alice's cum sloshing around in his belly as he went about his day.

But soon enough, the school day ended and the real stuff began. Arthur and Marcus excitedly slung their football bags over their shoulders and jumped into the team bus, enthusiastically chatting with their team-mates about the upcoming game. If their school won, it would be the first time in their history that they reached the finals.

"Arthur! Could you come to the front please? I'd like to discuss the game plan with you!" Coach Amirah called out from the front row. Arthur nodded. As team captain, not only was he a leader on the pitch for the team, but also the direct pipeline between Coach and players.

Not that he minded, he reflected as he scooched in past Coach Amirah, a shiver running down his spine as his buttplugged ass brushed barely against her crotch. He scooted into the window seat as Coach Amirah leaned in, a soccer board in hand and began animatedly discussing the tactics... but in all honesty, you weren't paying attention to them.

Instead, out of the corner of your eye you were watching Coach Amirah's IMMENSE bust bounce with every bump the bus went over, her two massive breasts seemingly displacing time and space as they bounced.

Working closely with Coach Amirah was definitely one of the main perks to being team captain. She was an ex-professional soccer player with a decent career and a phenomenal coach, encouraging and helpful to all the players, regardless of abilities.

"That sound okay?" Coach suddenly asked. Arthur tore his eyes from her bosom, looking into her iridiscent brown eyes.

"Um, y-yeah. Sounds good." Arthur stammered back. Coach Amirah sighed.

"You didn't hear a word of what I said, did you?" She asked.

"N-no! I swear!" Arthur exclaimed defensively. Coach Amirah sighed.

"We'll see, Arthur. But I trust you. Now go back and get your team ready." She muttered. Arthur squirmed out again and rushed back to the bus.

Soon, the bus pulled into the local stadium and the team got out. Arthur could already hear the roar of the crowd and the cheerleaders hyping them up. The team hustled into the changing rooms, slipping into their gear.

Arthur slipped into a stall and bit his lip, considering the options ahead of him. With or without the plug. The plug was overall feeling really nice- his core somehow felt stronger, and his legs more relaxed. On the other hand... playing with a buttplug was kind of weird.