The Ogden Pruett Challenge

Chapter 2
Bareass Swim Class

Chapter Description: An attempt to revive an old tradition goes disastrously wrong...

As it turned out, the first incident at Brasno High had less to do with the aforementioned challenge than with a scheme hatched by boys' swim coach Carter.

"I keep telling them we need a larger pool," he insisted to no one as he led his swim team, consisting of seven senior boys, eight juniors, four sophomores, and a freshman, across the town square to the Junior High building. "They keep saying we can't afford it! Hell, if they just got rid of the girls' team, we'd have plenty of money! But no, they can't do that..." He hitched up his pants. "Well, this'll take care of everything and it won't cost the county a cent!"

"What are you gonna do, coach?" Bud, the sole freshman, squinted up at him. He was by far the smallest of the team and somewhere between a  mascot and a flunky for the others. A pale, delicate-looking lad with a swoosh of blond hair, he struggled to carry the duffel bags containing all the equipment.

"You'll see when we get there," Coach Carter replied tersely. A large, robust man with a self-proclaimed 'porn star mustache,' he loped along ahead, his hairy, muscular arms swinging, glancing disdainfully down at the overloaded boy.

"You didn't have to bring all that stuff," he sniffed. "We won't need it."

Bud whimpered. "Why didn't anyone tell me that before?"

Another boy, Garrett Long, one of the seniors, looked over. "We won't need our stuff?"

"Our suits are in there!" Don Merrideth, a sophomoren exclaimed. "We're don't need our suits?"

The Junior High used to be the High School before an increase in the number of students made constructing a larger building necessary. The old building still had the school swimming pool, though necessary repairs and budget cuts had halfed its size. Nowadays,  the water only came up to the average boy's chest if he stood up. 

Coach Carter led his team inside the Junior High school through a side door and down the corridors past rooms filled with Sixth and Seventh Graders, many of whom looked up from their studies as the older boys passed. Finally, he reached the door that led to the school swimming pool. 

'Instead of bathing suits," Coach Carter replied. "We'll be wearing birthday suits."

"WHAT?"

The group entered the room and walked past the pool with its placid, crystal clear water. Originally, the pool had been heated, but the heater broke years ago and there was no budget to fix it. The boys anticipated their usual freezing cold bath. Aside from a couple benches, upon one of which Bud dumped the duffel bags, the large room was pretty much empty. There was a cracked concrete floor and very old mimeographed signs and posters held in place by yellowing tape adorned the walls. 

"That's how we used to swim back when I was in school," the Coach insisted. "Stop whining, you'll survive."

"But... But... Someone might SEE us!"

"No one's gonna see us," Coach Carter assured the nervous boys. He reached into the pocket of his windbreaker and produced a bottle of little pink pills.

The boys goggled. "Are... Are those...?"

"Shrinking pills," Coach Carter grinned. "If we can't make the pool bigger, we'll make ourselves smaller." He looked over the little swimming pool. "That thing'll be Olympic size to us once we take these!" He indicated the changing room around the corner and started handing out pills. "Now each of you guys go in there and swallow one. Hurry up!"

"I, uh..." Bud looked around nervously. "Maybe I should stay big and, uh, watch the clothes... After all..."

Coach Carter shook his head. "Nice try, Junior. But you're not getting out of it! You think we're gonna let you be bigger than the rest of us? Uh-uh! That'd be way too embarrassing!  Now you get in there and get ready!"

He grabbed Bud by the scruff of the neck and marched him around the corner, shedding his own  windbreaker as he did so. Presently, all twenty boys, plus the coach, were gone, vanished into the changing room. 

There was a buzz of voices which after a moment or so grew considerably higher. Then a far-away sounding treble barked, "Alright, boys, come on!" A tiny clap.  Let's get going! Move!"

After a moment or so, nineteen completely naked, six inch high ten year old boys marched around the corner back into the main room. A moment or so ago, they had been teenagers, almost men. Now they were definitely children, freckles and dimples abounding, their faces and bodies softer, rounder, and much cuter, much to their chagrin. Red faced and rosy cheeked, their little chests rising and falling, their tiny tummies expanding and contracting, they jogged across the room, their hairless little boy-bits barely big enough to bounce as they ran. 

They were followed a second later by another buck naked little boy no bigger and seemingly no older than they were.

"Get going, you guys!" The teeny lad squeaked with as much authority as he could summon, his boy boobs pert in the chilly room. "Move! Get those little rears in gear!"

Chubby with baby fat, his mustache and all his other body hair gone, little Coach Carter had nothing to distinguish him from the others but the mark of his profession: A Speedo shaped tan-line stretched across his bouncing, babyish bare behind. 

The boys' tiny unshod feet padded on the cement. The pool had been only a couple steps away before, but now it seemed much further. The kid-sized Coach ordered them to attention and they stood, shivering in the suddenly drafty room. 

Carter inspected the line. There wasn't a single pube or  descended testicle among the entire group, including the coach. There were quite a number of goosebumps, though, as the chill air brushed over rarely exposed body parts. He did a quick headcount and noticed an absence.

"Okay, where's Bud? Bud?"

Little pink  backside wiggling angrily, Coach Carter marched back across the room back into the changing area. "BUD! GET OUT HERE!"

After a moment's hesitation, Bud dashed out, shrunk down like the others and just as bare, his face a mask of misery. His hands clenched over his privates, he waddled over, trying to keep from sobbing. His skin was as pale as most of the other boys' rears, except all over. 

"Get in line, shorty!" 

He gave Bud a resounding smack on where the seat of his pants would be if he were wearing any. And that's when he realized... Bud was the same size as him now. He was, in fact, slightly taller. Moreover, despite his body scarcely having changed, Bud was now one of the most developed and endowed boys in the group, and that included Coach Carter. Bud stared down at Coach Carter's puny preadolescent privates, then slowly took his hands away from his own, comparing them. His chest puffed out proudly, Bud strutted over and  took his place at the end of the line. The other boys' blushes deepened as they got an eyeful as well. 

"Yeah, yeah," Coach Carter growled, his face reddening. "So what?"  He looked around the room, daring anyone to say anything. 

"All right," The Coach continued, reflexively reaching to hitch up the trousers he wasn't wearing. "Let's start with calisthenics! Okay, now, jumping jacks!" All the boys raised their scrawny arms over their heads, displaying a line of perfectly smooth, bald pits. "Start now!"

The boys, Coach Carter included, started their exercises, bits of them wiggling and jiggling as they hopped in place.  

"Two minutes! Keep going! Go!"

"Man," one boy whispered to another. "I sure hope nobody sees us like this..."

Meanwhile, unbeknownest to the little group, the door at the back of the changing room rattled as it was unlocked and opened. Six Sophomore  girls, towels and bathing suits under their arms, entered. 

"Oh great," Bettie-Jean Kapernick said, looking around the room littered with the boys' discarded clothing. "The guys are here again!"

"So much for getting a swim in," Mary Hygitt moaned. "The boys'll probably hog that stupid pool all day! And Coach Carter'll let them because he doesn't think girls sports are important!" She kicked a sneaker across the floor. "And you'd think just once they could put their things away!" 

Come on," Fran Alderwood said, grabbing an armful of clothes. "Let's just get this junk out of the way!"

They gathered up the scattered clothing and tossed it up on top of the lockers where it would be out from underfoot. Not noticing, they took the Coach's clothes and put them with everything else. 

"Now what're we gonna do?"

"Come on," Bettie-Jean grinned. "Let's check out the guys in their suits."

They peered around the corner. Their eyes widened. And giggles bubbled up from their throats.

"On second thought," she snickered. "Let's check out the boys WITHOUT their suits!"

The girls emerged from the changing area and stood gazing down at the miniature naked boys, who so far hadn't noticed their presence. The girls stared, eyes wide, grins spreading across their faces.

The boys had moved on to touching their toes, unknowingly shooting a row of teensy full moons straight up at the girls. The little boys and their little cracks twisted from right to left to right and back again, dimples shifting from side to side. 

"Wow!" Katherine Gardner gasped, trying to keep her voice down. "What HAPPENED to them?"

"They must've taken those new shrinking pills!" Mary Hygitt responded. "And they sure worked! Lookit 'em!"

"Yeah!" Darla Marie Bonheilder snickered. "They're all just little kids now! They don't even have hair!"

"I think they're adorable!" Bettie-Jean giggled. "Look at those pasty white bums! Well, aside from Malcolm Walker and Rodney Viscount..."

True, the bums of the team's two Black kids stuck out like two chocolate chips in a sea of oatmeal. Bertram Wei, on the other hand, was less noticeable. 

"There's Tony Esposito... And Jeremy Block... And Hunter Donaldson..."

"Look at how TINY they are!"

"Wow!" Katherine Gardner sighed, grinning from ear to ear. "Wow!" 

"Wait!" Becky Haggart gasped. "Izzat... Izzat..." She pointed. "It is! Look! There's Coach Carter!"

"Coach..." The others looked, then gasped too. "It is! He's shrunk too! He looks like Spanky from The Little Rascals!"

Unable  to hold it in any longer, the girls nearly collapsed with laughter at the spectacle of the rude, brusque, obnoxious coach reduced to a bare bottomed pipsqueak. 

Of course, the tiny, naked boys heard them. 

"Hey!" One boy nudged another. "Did you hear that?"

"Sounds like thunder!" The other boy answered. "Or someone... laughing..."

One by one, the boys turned, looking up... And up... And up... And way, way, WAY up at the gigantic fully dressed girls smirking down at them. All the color drained out of their faces.

"Oh... No..." 

For a moment, the boys just stood there, completely exposed, their lack of secondary sexual characteristics on full display. Their jaws dropped and trembled. Their sallow, hairless little chests heaved. All the blood drained out of their faces, which turned as pale as their opposite ends. 

Coach Carter was facing the wrong way and still oblivious.

"Oh, for Chrissakes, what's the..."

All the boys screamed: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Coach Carter started. "Okay, what are you boys...?"

Almost simultaneously,  all twenty boys took off running frantically across the room towards the pool, the only cover available to them. 

Now Coach Carter was thoroughly bewildered. 

"WHAT the FU..."

Then he looked up and saw the girls too. 

"What are YOU laughing at?" He demanded testily, hands on hips, his protruding belly and boy boobs making him resemble a tiny talking baby. "Haven't you ever seen a guy's..." His eyes widened as the full impact of the situation hit him. "Omigosh..."

 His face turned  beet red and he swallowed hard. He looked up at them, down at himself, made a noise like a frightened baby goose and took off running after the other boys.

"Oh my GAWD!" One girl exclaimed. "Lookit those little tushies wiggle!"

"AH, SHUT UP!" more than one red-faced boy shouted back at them. 

The boys' tiny legs seemed to take forever to reach the pool, especially with the giggling girls enjoying the view as they ran. But finally, they reached the edge and jumped into the water one by one, sounding like a series of pebbles tossed into a lake. Coach Carter was the last,  making a graceless dive and a resounding bare belly flop which, judging by the yelp he emitted, really stung. 

The girls strolled over, knelt by the swimming pool, and watched the boys surface, gasping and sputtering.  As they expected, the water was REALLY cold and under the circumstances, it felt even colder than usual. Even worse, it was completely transparent. The boys treaded water, scowling furiously up at the enormous, bemused girls, their bare bodies still on display. Looming over them, the girls could see their wee wee-wees and sometimes rear cleavage if they bent forward. And while the anguished boys' faces burned with embarrassment, their other ends were freezing.

"Wow!" One girl snickered. "Talk about shrinkage!"

"DUH-DUH-DAMN IT!" One boy shouted up at them, shivering uncontrollably. "GUH-GUH-GUH-GUH-GET OUT OF HUH-HERE!"

"YUH-YUH-YEAH!" Another boy shrieked, his scrawny shoulders hunched and trembling. "THUH-THIS ISN'T FUH-FUH-FUNNY!" 

The girls disagreed. And despite their best efforts, the boys were unable to cover themselves and stay afloat simultaneously. 

"Hey, look! You can see everything!"

"NUH-NUH-NO YOU CUH-CUH-CAN'T!" A boy sobbed. 

"WUH-WUH-WE'LL GUH-GUH-GET YOU FUH-FOR THUH-THUH-THIS!" Another boy peeped, his flat little chest and pink nipples rising momentarily. 

Tony Esposito flashed a smug ladykiller smile, among other things. "Huh-hey guh-guh-girls! See anythuh-thing you luh-like?" 

"Yeah!" One girl responded. "If I squint!"

Tony's smile dimmed. "Whuh-whuh-whuh-well, this wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-water's cuh-cuh-cold..."

Coach Carter fumed impotently, just another bareassed boy floating in the water. "YOU GUH-GIRLS ARE GUH-GUH-GONNA BE IN SUH-SO MUCH TROUBLE..."

"Ah, shut up, Junior!" One particularly daring girl smirked. "Before I turn you over my thumb and give you a good bare butt spanking!"

Coach Carter's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. But he did shut up.

"Uh, ah-ah-actually, the pills duh-duh-de-aged us," Bud explained to them anxiously. "Wuh-wuh-we're a lot ol-ol-older than this! Wuh-wuh-we've even guh-guh-got pubes and eh-eh-everything, honest..."

"Oh, aren't they the CUTEST little things?" There was a fresh chorus of giggles. 

The boys' little chests heaved indignantly as they sank down to their chins in the frigid water, feeling and looking like plucked chickens, or maybe squabs. 

"I wuh-wonder if it's puh-possible to literally die of embuh-buh-barrassment...." One boy moaned miserably.

"Puh-puh-probably not! If it wuh-were, we'd be duh-duh-duh-dead already..."

"Ah, juh-just suck it up!" Though Coach Carter was shaking like a rattle and just as cold and as mortified as the other boys, he was still  trying to act tough and in charge. "We've guh-guh-got practice to duh-do!"

The boys' jaws dropped yet again. "Yuh-yuh-you mean...?"

"We guh-gotta a whole truh-training suh-session to do! Luh-luh-let's juh-just guh-guh-get on with it!"

"But-but-but..."

"JUST DO IT!" The cute little Coach ordered. Neither the girls nor the boys were sure if he wasn't aware of the little string of bubbles that erupted from his little submerged backside or if he was hoping no one would notice. 

The girls exchanged looks, scarcely believing their luck. But the Coach's word was law, even under his current reduced circumstances. And so, the  furiously blushing swim team and their Coach spent the next two hours or so splashing around shrimp-sized and stark naked while the giant girls watched in amusement.They swam laps, practiced dives, and futilely struggled to maintain at least a shred of modesty. 

"Look at those tiny heinies!"

"Look at those teeny weinies!"

"AH, SHUT UP!" Tommy Blanchard squeaked up at the girls, his wee prepubescent privates looking like a refrigerator magnet stuck on his hairless groin. 

"We'll guh-get them for this," vowed Franklin Gall, instinctively sucking in his stomach despite being so scrawny there was almost nothing to suck in. "Wuh-we'll... duh-duh-damn it!"

"Huh-Hey!" Coach Carter shouted, the nipples of his little boy-boobs staring off in either direction like a wall-eyed trout. "Luh-less talking, muh-more action! Muh-move!" Another eruption of bubbles. 

Finally, after a long and deeply humiliating practice, practice was declared over. Usually, Coach Carter would have ended it by blowing his whistle but since said whistle was in the locker room and bigger than his head anyway, he just put his fingers in his mouth and blew. 

"Oh...kuh...kuh...kay, guys! Let's huh-huh-hit the showers!"

The boys all swam to the far side of the pool. They looked up at the gleefully waiting girls, then opted to swim to the other side and climb out there. With as much dignity as they could muster, which wasn't a lot, they clambered, red-faced, pale bottomed, and dripping, out of the water. Fortunately, their tiny preadolescent testicles were quite inconspicuous, though the girls glimpsed flashes between their legs as they swung themselves up onto the cement tile. Then, clamping their hands over their crotches, they dashed around the pool, glaring baleful at the girls as they passed them on their way to the locker room. 

The girls exchanged looks and giggles. "Well, that was certainly a fun afternoon!"

Then they heard tiny voices from around the corner. 

"HEY!"

"Where's our CLOTHES?"

"Damn it! What happened to our CLOTHES?"

"Oh NO! How'd they get up THERE?"

The girls suddenly remembered they'd tossed all the loose clothing the boys had left scattered around the changing area on top of the lockers. Under ordinary circumstances, the boys wouldn't have had any trouble retrieving them. Right now, however...

"What're we gonna do? What're we gonna DO?"

"Could... Could we ask the girls...?"

"No way! I'd die first!"

"But what else can we do?  We can't run all the way back to the high school like THIS!"

Long pause.

"Can we?"

They did. Hands still firmly concealing their puny privates, the boys dashed back out across the room. One girl held the door open as they ran out single file, blushing backsides wiggling furiously. The girls tried to keep a straight face but finally dissolved into hysterics over the spectacle. 

Again, the Sixth and Seventh graders looked up as they passed, considerably less impressed this time. The whole corridor erupted into laughter as their little bare feet raced across the polished tile floors. The glass doors slowed the tiny boys down a bit but between them they were able to manage to push them open and escape into the street. 

Their run across the town square attracted considerable attention. Coach Carter nearly lost his job.

As it was, a few humorists on the school board opted to make the punishment fit the crime. After the boys were restored to normal, the still-tiny Coach received a three month suspension and a sound spanking. 

From Bud.