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Temporary Coach Part 08
🕑 Added 2019-03-21 04:49:42 +0000 UTCSuddenly everything started to make sense. I couldn’t believe it. Paul took another step closer to me but I froze. There was a sinister sound in his voice. Even with Bradly still pounding away at dad, I had to keep my cool. “Found what?” Paul repeated. He was only a few steps away.
“Fuck,” I grunted. My body spun around and booked it out of dad’s office. I sprinted as fast as I could just anywhere my body would take me. There just needed to be distance between us. Luckily I added all that speed to my body. Even with it I was only barely able to stay out of Paul’s grasp. Very little distance was gaining the longer I ran. I needed to get somewhere he couldn’t get to. Somewhere where I could have time to change things.
Jumping down the stairs, I darted into the locker room and slammed the heavy wooden door shut. “Shit!” I groaned as I pressed my weight up against it.
Paul had started pounding on it. “Let me in asshole! Let me in!”
I didn’t move. Each hit against the door pushed me slightly but I just pushed back. I felt the tablet in my hand and wondered what to do. Adrenaline was pumping through my body but I just couldn’t think. I had to change him so he didn’t care. Where he was more focused on something besides this tablet. The banging on the door seemed to have gotten Scott and Damion’s attention.
“What’s up with Paul?” Scott asked as he walked over to me. The two were already starting to fill out their shirts again. Their 120 pound bodies looked like they’d already gained another 20 pounds of muscle. Sure the large fabric was a bit big on them but it at least looked like they were wearing clothes closer to their size. Even if it was still a little big on them.
“Usually he’s not this upset,” Damion added.
I paused. “He’s not mad,” I lied. “We’re just playing a game. Hey, what’s something that Paul would never want to be? I said he’s just a little twink unable to ever bottom but he didn’t really like that all that much.”
The two looked at each other and laughed. “That’s not right. He loves being a little twink.” Then Scott continued talking, “That’s why he always tells us to give up our muscle too. He’s a bit envious that we can get even smaller than him. Nah, if you really want to know what he’d never want to be it’d be one of those wrestlers on TV. The real big ones with bulging muscles like you. He’s always complaining about their dumbasses being a drain on society and that he could fuck several of them at once with them begging him for more.”
“I told him to do it,” Damion crossed his arms and closed his eyes. “He just said some other time though...” He almost sounded like he was whining that he hadn’t seen it.
Again I stared. I don’t know how I wasn’t able to think about it. He’d always toted being smarter than everyone else. And that must have been why he never changed himself to be bigger. He just wanted the strength, not the size. I went back to the screen watching the line blink. ‘How do I phrase this… How do I phrase this…’ I went through different lines in my head; the possibility of it not working constantly going through my mind as well.
Then I realized there wasn’t anyone banging on the door anymore. Staring ahead at the shotgun style gym, my eyes drifted to the other set of doors. “Shit!” I couldn’t wait. I had to at least try typing something. ‘Paul’s a big strong brute of a man. He has the strength of most wrestlers. He focuses more on building his body than any other kind of education. He wants to go into pro wrestling so whenever he’s going to the gym all he wears is the costume he wants to be in. His wrestling motif is a gorilla. If someone complements his size he can’t think about anything else until he comes.’
I was getting desperate as I saw his small body stand in the doorway across the way. “You think you had me. Eh? You think I wouldn’t catch on…” He still sounded confident but his voice was starting to change. It was a bit slower. Instead of anger there was a more natural baritone to it. “I know you tried to change me...” His shirt started to disappear as his muscles started to get bigger. His short height quickly reaching six foot and then passing it with each step he took. Paul looked down over his body seeing the thick mat of black hair filling out across his expanding muscles. Every part of his body bulged, giving each muscle a hard round style. “You can’t beat me. You can make me a dumb ass but once I get that back I'm gonna be smart again,” He held out his hand expecting me to just give him the tablet.
“Paul!?” Scott and Damion got off of each other for just a second and looked over to see Paul’s massive body standing over me. “What are you doing here big guy?” Scott smiled.
“To work out silly!” Damion added. “Look at what he’s wearing…” his tone softened as he tried to hide his giddiness. Seeing Paul’s thick muscular body down to just his bright red underwear, boots and fingerless gloves was way too much for them. “He’s trying to get even bigger! Even though he’s clearly already huge…”
Paul’s attention started to shift. I could see him starting to chub at the thoughts of those two guys complementing him on his size. He tried to fight it; turning back to me. But his eyes caught a mirror and I saw him flex. “Fuck… What’s… Wrong…” a smile drifted on his face. He pulled his arm up to flex and Scott and Damion were more than happy to test its strength. Their soft hands tested the hard muscle. And seeing their absolute giddiness just encouraged him.
“You’re soooo big..!” Scott complemented.
“And strong too!” Damion added. He’d moved on from the bicep to the thick forest of hair coating Paul’s chest. He leaned his small body against the other man and looked up at him wide eyed.
“Fucking Hell…” Paul grunted. Something overcame his mind. He couldn't think straight anymore. He was trying to fight the urges but he was clearly thinking with the wrong head at the moment. The sudden urge to cum was all over his face. It looked like he’d even forgotten I was there. A smile crept on my face as I watched him try to figure out what he actually wanted. But then an evil thought ran through my mind. ‘Paul is solely a bottom and cannot top anyone.’ I saw the confusion run over his head. Where he’d been bragging and leaning into the other guy’s complements; now he was waiting for them to take charge.
“You’re so big…” Scott continued.
“But you’re going to be so much bigger…” Damion licked his nipple sending another wave of pleasure through his mind.
“Fuck…” Paul groaned. He was so horny. The pressure was still building up and he needed a release. But those two wouldn’t give it to him. “I’m supposed to be alpha. I’m strong. I’m big…” The self-complement was an accident. He felt his dick throb and almost took him to his knees.
“No you weren’t,” I corrected him. My body pressed up against his and he could feel my massive dick press against his cheeks. I dropped my pants and leaned in. “You were just a bitch who came into power. Now it’s gone. And you’ll never get it back.” I pulled his bright red underwear down and pushed into him. His back reeled back at the sudden pressure. He gasped for air.
“Tyler!” he panted between breaths. The sudden realization of what he came in here for came back to him. “Don’t stop…” he went back into the unrelenting horniness. I pressed harder into him feeling his body lose itself in the sensation. His knees went weak. His muscles fell over. Damion and Scott leaned down with him still feeling his body. They didn’t care that he wasn’t flexing.
“Fuck… Yeah…” I grunted with each thrust. He was ready to go. But he was waiting like a good little bitch. I could hear it in each moan and groan. He was muttering under his breath waiting for me to cum. I felt my dick harden and then burst inside him. Several more thrusts deep inside that ass and one very heavy load to fill it with.
“Oh thank gawd…” he moaned as his own burst in his flashy underwear. His strong body fell to the floor in exhaustion. He couldn’t handle it. “That felt so good,” he cried. “But… But…”
“Just look how big you are!” Scott complemented him again.
“And strong too!” Damion added. “You were able to take all of Ty’s load. That’s so amazing!”
“You’re so amazing!” they said in unison.
“Fuck! No… Not this…” he started flexing for them again as his dick got hard. I got up and headed back to the tablet. “Please Scott. Damion. You guys aren't like this. You’re strong. Alphas. You want to fuck me. Right? You always bragged about how I was jealous of your dicks! You always said how much of a bitch I was compared to you. Please! One of you has to fuck me!”
“No way big guy!” Scott hopped onto Paul’s belly running his hands up and down the hairy chest and abs. “You’re way to sexy to ever top!”
“Yeah! Look how big you are! I couldn’t handle a body like that! You’re way too strong!” Damion was laying off to the side running his hands against the hard muscle.
Paul found himself flexing again, letting them feel his hard body. With each complement he grew even hornier but there was no way they’d ever get him off. I walked out of the gym and headed back for dad’s office.
Comments
😁😁 Glad you like it! But I only really have one more part planned. I might do something similar to Mr. Barson if I can think of more ideas to do with it. Otherwise it's just about over.
Hugh Michelsen
Another mega hot story. I love how Tyler changed Paul. And all of the changes made to his dad. I hope there’s a couple of parts left. I’d love to see Tyler play with the Chronivac himself a bit.
