The Ogden Pruett Challenge

Chapter 2
Bareass Swim Class

Chapter Description: A swim coach's clever idea goes disastrously wrong...

"I keep telling them we need a larger pool," Brasno high boys' Coach Carter insisted to no one in particular as he led his swim team 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 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 our 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 muster, 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 other boys 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. Hunched forward to try to hide himself, he waddled over, struggling 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.

"OW!" Bud yelped, straightening up. 

And that's when he realized... Bud was the same size as Coach Carter  now. He was, in fact, slightly taller. Moreover, despite his body scarcely having changed, Bud was now one of the most developed  boys in the group, and that included Coach Carter. Bud stared down at Coach Carter's puny preadolescent privates, then 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 get this practice started!"

"Sure thing, Coach!" Bud grinned, giving the Coach a resounding smack on the seat.

"OW!" Coach Carter yelped, rubbing his bottom. "Oh, you just wait until we're big again..." He looked around at the others. "Well? What're you all looking at? Let's go! Stretching exercises! Let's go!"

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

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Meanwhile, unbeknownest to the little group, the door at the back of the changing room rattled as it  unlocked and opened. And the girls' swim team, towels and bathing suits under their arms, entered. Coach Meghlan, the girls swim coach, led them in. 

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

"They're not supposed to start until two!" Jan Baker whined. "They're always coming early and stealing our spot!"

"So much for getting a swim in," Mary Hygitt moaned. "The boys'll probably hog that stupid pool all day!"

Come on," Coach Meghlan gathered up 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," Coach Meghlan headed for the pool. "I'll have a talk with Coach Carter!"

Bettie-Jean  giggled. "Let's go check out the boys 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 shrunken, naked boys were practicing diving poses. There they were, all twenty of them, lined up by the edge of the pool, bent over and unknowingly shooting twenty tiny full moons directly at the astonished girls towering above them.   

"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!" 

Another boy, just as small, just as young, and just as pinkly naked as the others, was shouting at the other boys in a high pitched squeak.  His cheeks were ruddy, all four of them, and his ample tummy waggled while his teensy willie wiggled in almost the opposite direction.

"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. "What was that?"

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

One by one, the boys turned around and looked up... And up... And up... And way, way, WAY up at the gigantic 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 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 up at them, hands on hips, his protruding belly and boy boobs making him resemble a tiny talking baby. He was scarcely eye-level with their ankles.  "What're you doing here anyway? Can't you see we're in the middle of.." Then the full impact 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. 

One girl pointed. "Hey, look! There's Bud!"

Bud turned even more pale and tried to sink down into the water.

"Poor guy!" Another girl cackled. "He looks exactly the same as he always does! Just smaller!"

"Oh, he's so CUTE! Look at that round little tushie!"

Now Bud's face was burning so much it was amazing the water around him wasn't boiling. 

"Cuh-cuh-cuh-come on, girls!" He whimpered. "Cuh-cuh-cut it out!"

"It's okay, Bud!" Another girl said. "We still love you!"

"Yeah!" A girl smiled. "Who knew he had such a great little body?" 

"Better'n most of the other guys there!"

There was a fresh peal of laughter.

"AH, GUH-GUH-GUH-GO AHEAD AND LUH-LOOK!" Rodney Viscount squealed, trying desperately to affect a false bravado. "WE'VE GUH-GOT NUH-NUH-NOTHING TO BE ASHUH-SHAMED OF!"

"Not much, anyway!" One of the girls answered. Rodney stared daggers at her.

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

"Yuh-yeah!" Several boys echoed, shaking like leaves. Then a couple seconds later, they looked over at the coach again. 

"Aren't you gonna duh-duh-do something?"

"Like whuh-what?" The little coach's bare, blubbery shoulders bobbed in the water. "I'm juh-just as nuh-nuh-naked as you are!"

Finally, Coach Meghlan emerged from the group, striding over and looking down at the freezing little mite of a coach with a satisfied smirk.

"Hello, Coach Carter," she sneered down at the shivering, stark naked boy. "Started practice early again, I see!"

"Meghlan! I muh-might have nuh-nuh-nuh-known!" Coach Carter peeped indignantly, his teensy willie bobbing as he treaded water, his once imposing voice now a preadolescent peep. "Guh-guh-get these female puh-puh-peeping toms out of huh-here so we..."

"Ah, shut up, Babyface!" Couch Meghlan snapped back. "It's all your own fault! This is the girls' scheduled time but you decided to run over and grab the pool first!" She chuckled. "I have to admit though, shrinking yourself and your boys was a novel twist!"

Coach Carter glared up at her, red-faced, fuming, and utterly helpless. 

"Now you're stuck like that! So you boys might as well go ahead and have your practice session!" Coach Meghlan smiled. "And we'll watch."

The boys' tiny jaws dropped. "Yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh-you'll WATCH?"

Coach Meghlan nodded. There was a ripple of laughter from all the girls.

"Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-but we're nuh-nuh-NAKED!"

"Yeah," one girl snickered. "We noticed."

"That was your own doing," Coach Meghlan replied. "There's nothing to be done about it now. Besides, you're just little boys now so it doesn't really matter."

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

"Luh-luh-like fuh-fuh-fun it doesn't!" One boy whimpered. 

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

"Well," Coach Meghlan said cheerfully. "Since you're all in the water, we might as well start with laps!" She looked at the tiny Coach Carter. "You too, chubby cheeks! You're just one of the boys now!"

"Buh-buh-blast it!" The little coach exploded. "Yuh-yuh-you cuh-cuh-can't..."

"Move it!" Coach Meghlan ordered. "Or I'll pick you out of the water like a little pink frog and give you  a good spanking!"

Coach Carter turned beet red. "Yuh-yuh-yuh-you'd better not try it!" He shook a warning finger up at the lady coach. "Or I'll... I'll... I'll..." He looked up at her, then around at the other girls. "...Cry..."

His chin wobbled, his body shook, and he dissolved into mortified tears in front of everyone.

The other boys stared in shock, bobbing in the frigid water like so many corks. 

Coach Meghlan looked at them. "And that goes for the rest of you too!" She warned them. "Go on, get going!"

"Shuh-shuh-she wuh-wuh-wouldn't..." A boy whispered, shuddering. "Would she?"

"You wuh-wanna risk it?" Another boy answered.

Swallowing, twenty-one five inch tall, furiously blushing boys turned and started swimming across the length of the pool, their wee baby buttocks wiggling frantically to the girls' vast amusement.

"Ah, lookit them!" They heard a girl bray. "Aren't they just the CUTEST little things?"

"Look at those tiny heinies!"

Look at those teeney weinies!"

"Enjoy the show, girls!" Coach Meghlan grinned. "They've got another hour of practice to go! Then maybe some poolside calisthenics!"

"Ooooooooooo....." The boys' faces burned with embarrassment as the girls' laughter echoed through the concrete pool area.

It was a very tough practice, topped off by the entire team being forced to jog back to the high school still pint-sized, still kids, and still completely naked, while the girls stayed behind to have their session. 

"Come on, guys!" Coach Meghlan ordered,  leading the exhausted boys on their tiny trek. "Keep those little butts moving! You're too little for your clothes to fit you anyway!"

 The junior high kids came out to gawk, giggling at the diminished athletes as they paraded down the hall. Then they plunged through the door and set off on their run across the town square back to the high school, where they'd all hide in the boys' locker room until the pills wore off. 

There was one compensation for Bud. Usually, he was the very last one in the line, the older, bigger, stronger boys always leaving him in the dust. But this time, not only was he just as big as the others but another boy lagged behind instead: Coach Carter. Gasping, panting, drenched in sweat, the chubby little demoted coach struggled to keep up with the boys as they jogged barefoot down the sidewalk and across the street.

"HEY GUYS!" He squeaked, his little bare bottom bouncing like a Jello mold behind him.  "WAIT UP!"

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When word of what happened got out, the school board simultaneously fired and "accepted the resignation" of Coach Carter. Pretty much everyone was glad to see him go too, though it did leave the boys without a coach until Coach Meghlan took over their team as well.  She was as much a hardnose as Coach Carter, but they were relieved she let them practice at full size at the YMCA across town.

It also led to a new rule, first established as school policy but later adopted by everyone in general as a rule of thumb: Anyone of any age under the influence of Miniscuel loses all adult status and will be considered a child until they return to normal size. 

It was, in fact, a full month until Bud returned to the junior high school locker room to retrieve the stuff they'd left behind. By the time everyone was back to normal size, the junior high had been locked up and all the guys had either called their parents for clothes or worn whatever was in their lockers home. Everyone was just too embarrassed to go back. So they made Bud do it.

He still had the key to the back door so he let himself in. The girls' clothes were scattered about; they were having their own swim practice. Quietly, Bud went about gathering the boys' things from where they'd been left. Then he heard a noise, a strange but weirdly familiar squeaking noise coming from the pool area. Then he saw the bottle of pills sitting on a bench.

"No way," Bud thought. "It couldn't be..."

Hardly even daring to hope, he peeked around the corner and saw it: The entire girls swim team, shrunken down and stark naked, a bunch of preadolescent girls without a pubic hair, a boob, or a stitch between them. They didn't have enough between them to fill even a modest training bra. The same girls who'd embarrassed him so completely when he was a shrunken, butt-naked shrimp were now shrunken, butt-naked shrimps themselves. And he was his normal size. 

Choking back an incredulous laugh, Bud stared at the tiny, nude girls looking like little wet mice as they swam across the, to them, gigantic and still freezing cold pool, their pint-sized bare behinds twitching from side to side, their wee little legs kicking. 

"Guh-guh-guh-guh-gotta ad-muh-muh-it, Coach Carter was ruh-right abuh-buh-out one thuh-thing," Bettie-Jean Kapernick sputtered, the outline of her absent bathing suit etched in her gleaming tanlines. "It's a luh-lot easier to use the puh-puh-pool at thuh-this size!"

"I juh-juh-just wish there were suh-suh-some way to heat up the wuh-wuh-water!" Mary Hygit shivered, a pink little mite whose wee backside poked out of the water with every butterfly kick. "We're guh-guh-gonna catch nuh-nuh-pneumonia!"

There they all were, the exact same girls as before, every last one of them. Except now they were bareass naked, tiny, and regressed to children and he wasn't. It was GREAT.

"I juh-juh-just hope the buh-buh-boys never fuh-find out!" Katherine Baker exclaimed, her completely flat chest bobbing in the water. "I would duh-duh-DIE!"

Then he spotted Coach Meghlan. No dilettante, she'd also turned into a itty-bitty bare-bottomed pipsqueak and was right there with the other girls. Bud thought she looked downright adorable climbing out of the water, pink-cheeked and wiggling. She raced over to click her now enormous clipboard, which she'd propped up against the wall.

"Hurry it up, girls!" She called over her shoulder. "We've only got another few minutes before I have to go to the boys' practice!" She looked around. "I just hope this wears off by then!"

"Yuh-yeah!" One girl after another emerged from the pool, jumping up and down to try to get their blood circulating again. "It'd be pretty embarrassing trying to coach the boys like that!"

"Don't even think of it!" The tiny coach shuddered. "Come on, let's get dried off and...

They walked around the corner to the changing area. And there they saw Bud. He towered over them, arms crossed, a smug smirk on his face. 

The girls looked up... And up... And up... And up... And way, way, way, WAY up. They froze, shocked, all the color draining from their faces, their complete nudity on full display. Their little exposed crotches were utterly hairless. A breeze blew across their bare behinds. 

"Well, well, well," Bud gloated, his voice sounding like thunder to them. He stood there, looking down at the mortified mites, thoroughly enjoying the moment. "Hello, ladies!"

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