Putting the issue of his hair aside for now, he made his way towards the bus stop. It was pretty close to his house, only being 3 houses away from his own. Getting to the bus stop was pretty normal. Not many kids talked with him, and he didn't really feel like conversing with them to begin with.
Sitting in his spot on the bus, he looked outside, just viewing the scenery as usual. Trees and such all flew by as the bus whizzed past them all, passing by a few other stops along the way before heading out of the neighborhood. He tried keeping his mind off of whatever bad things might happen, instead trying to focus on other things he needed to keep in order, such as his assignments and all that.
Like always, it felt like the bus trip lasted too short, and it wasn't long before the bus was opening it's doors at his high school. One by one, everyone filed out of the bus, Sam getting out a bit later due to being closer to the back of the bus. Immediately once he got off, Sam looked left and right. It seemed that Kam wasn't anywhere in sight, making him sigh with relief. Good, at least he could get some time to himself at the beginning of the day.
Once he got inside, he immediately decided to hit the bathroom. He generally tried to go there to clean up and make sure everything was good to go before he began his first class, which happened to be Math by the way. Hardly a favorite of his, but then again, who liked it at all?
In any case, once he was done taking care of a bit of business, he went to the sink to wash his hands. He hummed a tune as he did that, just doing things casually. However, as he was doing so, he couldn't help something else feeling off.....
"Huh?" he said to himself, looking around him.
He could have sworn that he felt something off, but maybe his head was just playing tricks on him or something. Today had already started kind of off, so maybe it was just one of those things. Still, even as he turned back, he couldn't help the feeling. He shifted a bit in his spot, pulling at his clothes a bit.
"Sheesh...were they in the wash too long?"
Truth be told, his clothes did feel somewhat tighter on him. His black t-shirt especially was getting a bit closer. In fact, the hemline of the shirt had pulled up somewhat, beginning to show a ring of skin around the bottom. The sleeves were oh so shorter as well, showing more of his thin arms. As for his jeans, it felt much the same, feeling just a bit closer to his skin. The bottom of the leggings had risen a bit as well, showing more of his calves as a result. On the top, around his butt, it had gotten especially tighter, so much that his underwear was beginning to show a bit. If not for that, his butt crack might have actually been shown. That would have been embarrassing if he could see that.
However, as soon as he could think about it, he looked at the clock. Class was soon to begin, so he needed to move. Drying his hands, he raced out of the bathroom, heading up the stairs to his classroom on the 2nd floor. He was so focused on that, that the slight fact that just a little more fat had been added to that butt of his was only adding to the tightness of his clothes.
Oh well, he had greater things to concern himself with as he opened the door to his classroom.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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