A high school senior team, a gang of brawny, testosterone pumped young men, hitting new heights for the school on the battlefield of sport.
They are of course supported by the high school senior cheerleading squad, where the young women of the school cheer them on. Just as the football team is only the fittest and best-bred young men, the cheerleaders are only the hottest and most-breedable young women.
Except it’s clear that over the Christmas break one of the girls has slipped up a bit on coach’s diet plan. She’s now got a spare tyre around her waist where the other girls have tight hip dips, on which hang lacy thongs and sports bras.
The cheerleading squad of course has a well known but unwritten function; to form a motivator and stress reliever for the football team. Almost every guy in the team is going out with a girl from the squad. It’s almost taboo to date outside this tight-knit circle.
But now, with the cheerleader squad increasingly one woman down as she fails time and time again to turn up for practice, the balance has shifted. There is no longer one girl for every guy. Competition is breeding; the jostling for the girls’ attention is getting in the way of the boys’ team spirit. And it’s affecting their performance on the field.
The coach sees this and comes up with an idea. He invites the girl in question for a talk in his office after yet another practice where she was out of breath before the other girls had even finished the warmup.
He makes her a deal. She can stay on the team, but she won’t have to do the routines. She can sit on the bench, have an ice cream and a hot dog, cheer on the guys from the sidelines, even help the girls with their form.
But of course she has another role too. She has to get on the Pill. The other girls stay skinny through not just a tight diet, but the use of condoms. When their boyfriends are getting their hole, they don’t get to cum inside. This way they avoid the famous weight based side effects of the Pill and stay trim. But not this one.
So whenever the stress of high level play gets too much, the whole team is in an unwritten agreement; no matter who he’s dating at the time (or even, who she’s dating), he gets to use her body for a while, and gets to cum wherever he likes, to release the tension.
The other girls may be a little jealous at first, but in truth it is the men’s performance which matters most.
So it goes. A beautiful little cumdump grows. Her teammates stay slim and focused, with boyfriends to present to their parents. Nobody gets pregnant, yet anyway. The players are better than ever. Each time they go to score a point, they give a little wink to their chubby little helper, sucking away at an XL soda on the side of the pitch, her hips now spreading to cover the bench. She’s the team mascot, and she’s well loved. And doesn’t it show?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zwdccu/mmmmmmmmmmmf_the_team_mascot