Vibe Check Champion (Chapter 2)
**Author’s Note:** The main character's name is now Bobby, so I slightly edited the Intro + Chapter 1 to add a few namedrops.
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**Status:** As of today, I've written up to Chapter 5. Current release plan is probably posting chapters ~ once a week until we catch up. This gives me time to reread, edit, and iron out any final kinks before releasing to the world.
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[Link to previous chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/omlz5z/vibe_check_champion_introduction_chapter_1/)
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### Chapter 2
“How’s the nuggets?”
I glared at Trista as I leaned on one buttcheek, then gingerly adjusted the ice pack between my legs again.
“I think you’ll be groaning and moaning for a week!”
The ice pack was worse than useless—it jabbed and stabbed way more than it helped. No idea how Mom and Trista sat on these pointy things all night.
“Cat got your tongue?” Trista turned towards the sink. “Mom, look at Leaning Tower of Brother over here!”
Mom glanced over her shoulder and gave a little smirk. “Bobby, do you need another ice pack? We have two.”
“He needs the whole freezer!” Trista closed the freezer as she dropped a few cubes into her glass.
Mom refilled my plate of breakfast. “That would be way too much ice. His nuggets would shrivel up!”
“Does he even have any left after my legendary slap?” Trista laughed as she brushed past Mom and she sat back down. “I’m still not in trouble, right?”
“Yes, I did promise you wouldn’t get in trouble.” Mom smacked Trista’s arm. “But it was supposed to be his *butt*!”
“And I still get one more free hit, right?”
Mom nodded yes, and Trista’s smile grew wider as she began swinging her legs under the table again. I gave her a kick, but she just kicked me back twice as hard.
“It’s not fair.” I took a few bites as I leaned over some more. “All I did was tap her lightly, like one mile per hour. It wasn’t even a good vibe check!”
Trista smirked. “That’s why I’m the new vibe check champion!”
“I have to admit,” Mom gave Trista a high five as she sat down, “it was a great one!”
Trista began swinging her feet into my legs more often. Every time I tried to escape, the stupid table jabbed my ribs, the ice pack stabbed my balls, and then her kicking feet would follow. I stared lasers at her, hoping my eyes would melt her face off, but it didn’t seem to do anything. Maybe tonight, while Redbutt’s laying in her usual spot in front of the TV, I’ll just have to accidentally trip and *drop* my hand a thousand miles per hour into her ass. Mom’s law only applies to *hits*, but she didn’t say anything about *drops*! Perfect plan.
“Can you please refill this for me?” Mom handed Trista my glass. “I think you owe him two refills for hitting both his nuggets yesterday!”
“That’s all?” I dropped my fork. “Two lousy refills?”
“Yeah, I agree, it should only be one.” Trista twirled her way to the fridge. “I even helped hold his ice pack in place while he was laying on the ground!”
“You wouldn’t believe what happened last night.” Mom chuckled. “After you went to take a shower—”
“You called Aunt Sally,” Trista said as she handed me back a no-cubes, half-filled glass. “You told me that this morning.”
“Oh yeah, she said great job and to give you a—” Mom high-fived Trista. “But no. You know how the whole floor was wet?”
Trista nodded.
“I didn’t want to get my socks wet, so I—”
“—stepped on his butt to get across?”
Mom burst into laughter as I felt myself sinking into my seat. “His back was the only dry spot!”
“Mom used you as a step?” Trista banged the table as she laughed like she never laughed before. “Did you tell Aunt Sally?”
“Of course!” Mom rubbed my arm. “I bet it felt like one of those amazing massages, right?”
“Don’t know.” I shifted awkwardly in my seat, adjusting the ice pack between my legs, then leaned even further to get comfortable. “I couldn’t tell, I was kind of distracted.”
“You probably squished his nuggets into the floor!” Trista laughed even more as she swung her legs harder into mine.
“Nowhere close. Just one foot on his back, and one step near his shoulders.” Mom rested both feet on the edge of my chair as she felt her sole. “Not even one drop on my socks. Thank you, honey!”
“You’re welcome.” I finished my glass and shoved it in Trista’s direction. “Refill. Tippy-top refill this time!”
Trista snickered. “He just thanked you for walking all over him!”
“Any time.” Mom vibrated my chair as she laughed and poked her toes in my ribs. “He’s a great floor! The best!”
Trista couldn’t even make it back to the table. She was leaning over, legs crossed, trying to hold her laugh in as my super-filled glass was shaking like an earthquake—it was spilling everywhere.
“Uh oh,” Mom said, pressing her foot in my side, “do you need him to lay down again so your socks don’t get wet? You could give him a nice massage!”
Trista shook even harder, then burst into laughter as she shakily placed the glass on the corner of the table.
“Stop it, Mom, I’m going to pee!”
I watched in horror as Trista’s hand flew towards her stomach, spilling the glass towards my crotch. My legs already moved on their own, sliding my chair back as I caught the falling glass, but mom’s foot shoved into my ribs, sending my balls right into the edge of the table.
Mom launched up to grab the paper towels. “Trista, what’s wrong with you?”
“Mom!” Trista burst into laughter again. “You got him in the nugg—”
“Huh?” Mom’s foot touched my butt as I laid on the floor, curled up in a ball and groaning. “No, I think he just didn’t want to get our socks wet!”
“Nope, definitely got him!” Trista’s feet wiggled in front of my eyes as she took the glass out of my hands. “He’s—”
“Don’t worry about the floor right now.” Mom ripped a few paper towels off the roll. “Help me clean up this beautiful table before it gets stained!”
“Can I give him a floor massage too?”
“Sure.” Mom stood on my butt, stabbing the ice pack into my crotch. “Two is better than one!”
My body squashed into the tile as all four feet dug into me. Trista kept hopping and twisting both heels on my shoulders, while Mom gently moved around, even whistling while she worked. There was the occasional rip of another paper towel, but I couldn’t really focus with the horrendous pain going on between my legs.
“Are you okay down there?” Mom gently stepped onto my leg as she ripped another paper towel. “We’re almost done up here. You’re doing great, honey!”
Trista rested a toe on my cheek as she twisted it slightly. My other cheek was entirely soaked. “And no wet socks!”
“That’s the best part!” Mom patted her foot on my butt. “And he’s probably glad to get a double massage!”
“It hurts!” I said, trying to speak around Trista’s foot. “Can you two get off?”
Trista twisted her toes on my cheek a few times, but all four feet eventually stepped off.
“Now, time to dry the…” Mom rolled me over. “Why are you holding your—”
“—nuggets?” Trista laughed. “I tried telling you!”
“Oh my goodness, honey.” Mom patted my wet hands with the paper towel. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“He probably couldn’t speak because you squished them!” Trista felt around the floor with her socks, knocking my head a few times. “At least he did a great job drying up the floor with his shirt. Not a single drop!”
Mom’s tongue stuck out as she frantically rubbed the ground all around me. “Wow, you’re right. His shirt did fantastic!” She patted paper towels up and down my front. “But you’re completely soaked. I’ll go grab towels from upstairs. Trista, get your brother a fresh ice pack.”
“Sure will…” Trista slowly said as she yanked the warm ice pack out of my hands, but Mom was already gone. She stared down at me with a mischievous smile, then gave my ribs a kick.
“What the hell! Can’t you see I’m in pain here?” I smacked her leg. “Are you going to get me that ice—”
“Nope.” She stepped right on my chest with both feet. “She never said please. And I need my free—”
I screamed for Mom as Trista did a little double hop on my stomach and raised the ice pack high in the air.
“This is for every vibe check you ever gave me!”
My heart was racing as my legs involuntarily slammed closed. I could feel my balls completely disappearing at a million miles per hour as my stomach compressed inside itself, but when I finally opened my eyes, Trista was standing in the doorway, giggling.
Trista spun around as she peeled off her soaking wet socks. “Eww, look at what you did to them.”
“I’m here, I’m here!” Mom burst around the corner with a pile of towels. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing.” Trista smirked as she stared at the warm ice pack between my legs. “Guess our floor wasn’t as great as you thought! My socks are soaked!”
“Wet socks are the worst!” Mom threw the towels on top of me and pressed them all around. “It’s okay, honey, you got most of the water.”
“You got most of his nuggets too!”
“I did not!” Mom couldn’t stop laughing as she gently patted my crotch. “The table is the one that hit him, not me!”
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[Link to next chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/owesjj/vibe_check_champion_chapter_3/)