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Coach Jones
🕑 Added 2018-11-30 04:53:55 +0000 UTC“Coach I’m sorry,” Scott pleaded. He knew Coach Jones was absolutely furious with him. “He’s not going to complain to the dean. I’ll make sure of it.”
Coach Jones scoffed. “You really don’t know what’s pissing me off do you? Think you can threaten him into silence?” He paused to let the anger in him subside. “Or bribe him?”
“Bribe? Bribe him with what? I just know he’s not going to say anything.”
“And how do you know that?” Coach cocked his eyebrow. Even to the football team his frame was imposing. Even if he wasn’t the biggest guy out there he had plenty of weight to throw around if they were acting up. And that’s not even mentioning a weird aura they’d get when he was around them. It wasn’t something they could explain but anyone who was in Coach Jones’ presence long enough knew not to make him angry.
“I just know,” Scott whined. “He’s not going to. He’s never said anything before.”
“Before?” Scott could have sworn he heard the arms of the chair Coach Jones was sitting in snapped as he asked the question. His big arms flexed as his hands tightened around the wood. “What do you mean before,” he growled out. “Don’t lie to me.”
Scott’s eyes darted away from his coach’s scowl. “Uhhh… You know… Other times I’ve well… ‘Bullied him…’” Scott leaned further into the chair trying to make himself as small as possible. It wasn’t easy with his 6’2” well-muscled frame. Every day he worked out trying to get bigger and at this moment in time he wanted to be so small. “It’s ok! I’m sorry! I’ll stop!” he pleaded again.
“Will you?” Coach asked. Scott moved around in his chair trying to lie. “That’s what I thought. You’re not going to stop unless I give you a reason to stop.”
“So what are you going to do?” Scott asked.
“Well… Since you like messing with him so much I figured I’d give him a few chances to mess with you,” Coach Jones said. It didn’t make any sense to Scott as he sat there. And Coach didn’t seem to be explaining. He just leaned back in his chair and stared at Scott as though something was supposed to happen.
Scott wiggled a little feeling a sudden discomfort with how his body was sitting. It was like all his weight was shifting to the wrong side. He repositioned himself again but it still didn’t feel right. However something about his shoes attention. For some reason they felt really tight around his feet. He wiggled his feet trying to get comfortable but they just felt even tighter. “Gah…” a groan escaped his mouth as the toes pushed out of the front of his shoes. He stared at his toes as they wiggled. “What the!?” he leaned back into the chair almost knocking it over.
“What’s going on!” Scott stood up from the chair and looked down at himself. His whole body started to feel weird. It was like with each heartbeat his body composition was starting to change. He was always a pretty big guy but he could see the gut he’d garnered since starting college pull back in. Six abs started to fill out where one round belly had been but he couldn’t see them as his chest tightened and barreled out. Looking down he could only see the tops of the two round muscles pushing out in front of him. His hand reached up and rubbed against it, accidently flicking against his nipple. “Ooohh…” he moaned.
His dick had gotten hard and was pressing up against his boxers. He hadn’t even noticed that the rest of his clothes had disappeared from his body. It wasn’t what was important right now. His dick was hard and needed to be touched. He gripped the 6 inches of meat and gave it a light tug. Thoughts of girls he’d viewed online shot through his head but were quickly shifting to men. He tried to linger on the women but once he thought of Kenny he found his new choice. His rhythm got a little faster as he thought of Kenny’s small body. He was so much smaller than Scott.
If Scott had walked too closely he wouldn’t be able to see Kenny underneath his pecs. He just couldn’t get that little guy out of his mind. Just thinking about him feeling his body; testing his muscles. Scott let out another moan and his rhythm got even faster. His big hand didn’t notice his dick getting smaller as his other hand worked his way into his ass. Little by little he pushed further in while his dick was harder and harder to hold. He needed someone like Kenny to feel him up. To make him feel big. “Fffuck…” he moaned as his finger pushed all the way in. His three inch dick was as hard as it had ever been and he couldn’t believe what he was feeling.
His knees went weak. He fell onto the desk in front of him trying to still hold himself up. Heavy pants escaped his mouth as he tried to cum. He was ready. Fuck he was ready. And then he burst. His tiny dick sprayed out in front of him. Several thrusts revealed only a moderate sized load but with how small his nuts were it only made sense. He leaned more of his weight onto the desk in front of him.
“Having a good time?” Coach asked.
“Coach!?” Scott realized he was still in Coach Jones’ office. “I-I-I…” He stammered but couldn’t think of any kind of excuse. He stared at the coach in front of him and couldn’t help but think he was handsome. Not his favorite type but not someone he’d turn down if offered. He stopped himself. “What’s go-in on?” his speech had slowed down and he was barely able to think. For some reason he felt like he didn’t know anything.
“Not what I expected…” Coach looked up and down the new bodybuilder. His muscles shined from the sweat dripping from them. Each one bulged with power and strength. Even unflexed, his arms were larger than most people’s heads. Playing football would almost be completely out of the question as the oversized muscles made it nearly impossible for anything other than bodybuilding.
“But Coach why I gotta be this way,” Scott grunted out. He paused catching the awkwardly phrased sentence. “Why do I gotta sound like this?” It came out slow and labored as he tried to think of each word.
“Because, big guy,” Coach put his hand on the massive shoulder in front of him. “Apparently this is how he wants to mess with you. I figured maybe make you small and weak and him strong or maybe even turn you into a girl. But oh well; his choice not mine.” He paused and stood in the doorway. “By the way, you’re still expected to pass all your classes. I think he’s expecting you at 8. So, happy studying,” Coach Jones smiled.
Comments
Yeah I think I'll have it done for Tuesday. Kind of just matters how my schedule works out. I'm thinking it's only Part 01 and Part 02 though.
welan
is there going to be a part two?
