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Coach Jones 03
🕑 Added 2018-12-14 04:09:33 +0000 UTCScott lifted his heavy feet and rolled them off the bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “What the..!?” he questioned as he looked down at his still massive bodybuilder sized body. Looking down he couldn’t help but notice the large rolling pecs underneath his chin. They blocked his view of the ground right below him.
“Morning…” Kenny said sleepily as he rolled over. His hands naturally gravitated to the large body next to him. He pulled himself closer and wrapped around Scott’s trim waist.
“Morning,” Scott felt a smile creep along his face as Kenny felt him up. He forced it back down, knowing this wasn’t what he was supposed to be. Coach Jones knew something about this. He had to go talk to him.
“Ready for your workout?” Kenny asked. He was still drifting in and out of sleep.
The thought shot throw his head. That’s right he was supposed to work out this morning. That’s why he woke up so early. Looking at the clock he couldn’t believe it was 5:30. He’d never been up that early in his life. But now he was up and moving. “Yeah,” he said grabbing a sleeveless shirt and some shorts. “Need to get going,” his lips pressed against Kenny’s head and he didn’t realize what he’d just done until he’d already done it.
“Have fun,” Kenny smiled at the gesture and rolled back over in his bed.
Another smile crept onto Scott’s face, that he forced down again. “Gotta talk to Coach. Gotta talk to Coach.” He kept repeating as he walked to the school’s gym. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way about Kenny. He’d never felt this way before. Not even about women. He wasn’t supposed to be the submissive one. Especially if he was this big.
“Morning Scotty,” Coach Jones unlocked the door to the gym. It was almost 6am and he was already here, ready for Scott to start his work out.
“Morning Coach,” he said back dutifully. The light laugh that Coach gave him made him realize he was supposed to be angry. He shook his head trying to get the thoughts straight. “I mean…. What the fuck man! What’s going on? What’s happening to me!?”
Coach Jones just laughed. His tight belly moved with his entire body. “You’re just getting to experience something else. A reality that was built by Kenny. Just thought it’d be fun for him to get something he wants. Since you always got whatever you want.” Coach Jones looked up and down his body. “And I think you should consider yourself a bit lucky. He could have done something a lot worse than this.”
“But I’m so small!” Scott complained. It was meant to be about his dick but his arms flexed as he said it.
“That’s why you’re here so early every morning, ain’t it?” Coach laughed again giving him a pat on the back.
Scott followed Coach in and caught a glance of his reflection in the full length mirror. It was really the first time he’d seen himself since he’d changed. He was big. Big enough to go on stage. Almost as a reflex he threw up his arms and posed. “Damn…” he moaned seeing the biceps peak. Before he would make fun of those guys; the ones with a million photos of themselves, posing online for other people to see. But right now he could have easily been anyone of them. He could have stepped on stage and beat almost every single one of them.
His face flushed and then he pulled up that popular picture sharing app. He was nervous but he saw it. Thousands of pictures of himself posing and flexing in the gym. Compared to the average picture he was covered up with his sleeveless shirt and shorts. But the compression pants looked so good on his legs. They showed off every curves of his quads making them look so much bigger. He felt them flex at the complement. “Fuck…” he smiled as he went through the pictures, seeing the hundreds and even thousands of likes.
However, he stopped on a picture of him and Kenny. It had almost been from a year prior. He stared at the picture of the small guy cuddling up against him giving him a kiss on the cheek. Their two faces were squeezed into the screen as he wrapped tightly around his muscular body. He remembered how Kenny had told him to say how he was the top so his fans wouldn’t lose too much respect for him. Scott chuckled thinking about it. ‘Like I’m a top…’ he thought.
“Wait…” Scott thought again. “I thought last night was his first time…” But as he went through the photos he could see them dating back at least a year. He kept scanning; looking for more clues.
“Hey Scotty! You gonna play on your phone all morning or actually work out?” Coach shouted across the gym.
Scott woke up from whatever he was thinking about. “That’s right…” he said shaking his head. His dick was a little hard as he looked down at the picture of Kenny again. But he was at the gym to work out. He’d have plenty of time to see Kenny later that day. Right now it was time to work out.
He started with a bit of a warm up. Just something light to get his blood moving. It was still pretty early but he was used to it. He had been doing this all year and just lifting the 40 pound dumbbells was enough to get him to wake up a little bit more. He watched his biceps bulge with each repetition. He could see the strain in his arms as he proceeded to the next part of the work out. “Gotta get bigger…” he said to himself.
Sure he was plenty big but something inside him never felt like it was enough. He needed to be bigger. It was a drive deep down inside pushing him to be bigger. Pushing him to be stronger. He pumped through another set on a different machine. He could really feel the blood flowing through him. Glancing at the mirror he could see that pump. “Damn,” he grinned at his thicker bicep. He gave it a bit of a flex watching the bicep bulge.
“Gotta get bigger…” he repeated. He went through another set of exercises not wanting that pump to go away. A flash of all the girls at the photoshoot leaning up against his large body flashed through his head. Their thin bodies and large breasts pulled up right against his muscular one. But it wasn’t until he thought of Kenny again that he pushed himself harder. His little hands rolling around his body just felt so much better.
“Gotta get bigger…” Another set had gotten pumped out. His body was obeying the desire. His muscles were getting bigger. His chest pushed further out. He could feel the blood flowing even faster with each new repetition. Large callouses adorned his hands while his shoes looked worn out from years of lifting. Little by little every part of him grew. Every muscle showed just a little bit more. Each muscle fiber had worked itself to the limit.
“Fuck…” he put down the weights and looked over his body again. “What just…” he looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 8am. “Kenny will be up soon,” he smiled. However, he forced it back down. It was far harder to do as he thought about the little guy clinging underneath his arm as they went to breakfast together. And looking at his body, Scott couldn’t believe just how big he was. He had to throw up a pose and watch those massive arms flex.
“Looks like you’re having fun,” Coach Jones leaned against the weights as he stared at Scott.
“No!” Scott lied. A blush filled his face as he could feel his tiny dick harden again. Thoughts about Kenny being right next to him filled his mind. He couldn’t help but think about him. “It was just a really good work out.”
“I’ll say,” Coach Jones grinned. “How much do you weigh now?”
“267,” Scott said proudly. “Wait…” he realized that this morning he was only up to 227. He’d just gained 40 pounds of what looked like pure muscle in the course of two hours? He went back to his profile and searched through the photos. “Fuck…” he said as he saw that he hadn’t been 227 for almost two years now.
“Well,” Coach started off, “if you still want to play on Friday you’ll have to do something about this. You may be big but that body’s not built for football…”
Scott paused. ‘What does that fucking matter? Look at me,’ was the first thought that shot through his head. Then he saw coach’s grinning face again. “But how do I change back?” he asked.
“I feel like it’s too obvious to say,” Coach said. He turned around and started walking away. “But you first have to ask if you really want to change back.”
Scott looked over his body. He was just so big. Something inside him that said he still needed to be bigger. Part of him was afraid of that feeling, another just wanted to dive head first right into it.
Comments
welan
This is such a sweat story
