Assistant Coach (ASK)

The halls are eerily empty as you walk back to Coach Raymond’s office. School has been out for a week already, and seeing the place so empty gives you a feeling of unease.

As you walk into his office, you notice that it is empty. The hissing sound of a single shower draws your attention to the locker rooms. You tiptoe inside, careful to not to draw the person’s attention.

“Coach?” You say. There’s a moment of silence before you hear Coach Raymond’s deep, husky voice growl in reply, “In here kid!”

You don’t even think as you round the corner. You only stop when you see him naked under the hot water of the shower, and turn back in shame.

“Don’t worry about it, kid” Coach says, “I’ve seen you all naked dozens of times. It’s only fair.” You turn back slowly, being careful not to check out his bear-like body now soaking wet and glistening with steam. “Join me,” he says, lathering up his hairy pits, “I wanna talk more about the assistant position.”

“Are you sure?” you say, a lump beginning to form in your throat, “wouldn’t you prefer to just talk in your office?”

“Nah,” he says with confidence, “trust me on this one.”

You’ve always trusted Coach’s judgement, and getting in the shower with that hot meaty body seems increasingly more appealing.

You strip down, your skinny, post-high school body shivering on the cold tile, and make your way to the adjacent shower.

“Nah come here,” Coach says, “there’s plenty of room in this one.”

Your body tenses. You know you should feel uncomfortable, not just about being asked to assistant coach, but about being coerced into showering with the coach himself. Instead, the only thing making you uncomfortable is the increasingly prominent boner forming between your legs.

You walk into the heat of the water and let it wash down your face, warming your body. You’re just inches away from him now, and you can feel the blood rushing to your face. To your dick.

“So,” he says, “that position.”

“I really don’t think I’m qualified sir,” you say, only with a hint of reserve.

Coach smiles back at you, just mere inches from your face. “And why’s that kid?”

“Well,” you look down at your gangly body, “I was never the best in PE, or on the baseball team. I mean… look at me!” He does. You feel an unexpected surge of energy as his eyes pass over your naked body.

He smiles again, this time with a lot more sly. “I think I might be able to do something about that.”

Suddenly, his hands are on you. You tense as his rough fingers, weathered from years of lifting weights and swinging baseball bats, feel up every inch of your body.

You let out a sigh. Everything feels numb all of the sudden. You close your eyes and feel yourself expand with every breath. After a minute, you open your eyes and look down. You’re actually expanding.

You jump back. “Coach what are you doing?” a large muscle gut has formed around your midsection, and your pecs have started to double in size.

“Just relax kid,” Coach says as he cups his hands around your ass, “or should I say, coach?”

With that, you feel a weight pull on your waist as your butt triples in size, filling up with a mixture of fat and muscle. Pleasure hits you like a tsunami and you throw your head back, letting out a manly growl. You can feel him adding on years with every touch, packing your body with pound after pound of hot muscle and fat.

As his hands graze over your arms, your biceps bulge out and your forearms grow thick. As he strokes your neck, you feel your lats expand upwards towards your head. As he touches your face, a grizzly beard prickles out and settles itself below your cheeks.

He kneels down and feels your legs. They grow heavy as the muscle and fat begin to seep into your thighs, up all the way to your dick, which grows big and fat along with the rest of your body.

Finally, Coach reaches your head. He cups it in his hand, draws you in close, and kisses you. Your whole body tickles as a thick blanket of hair covers your skin. You are filled with such ecstasy that you barely even notice as the cum shoots from the tip of your monster dick, sealing your fate as Coach’s next big assistant.

“Damn,” Coach says, admiring his creation, “you grew much more than I expected.” You can only smile stupidly in acknowledgment; your head is still reeling from the sheer volume of pleasure you just experienced. Coach laughs, patting your back. “Here,” he says, “lets get that meat of yours into a jockstrap. We’ve got a lot of work to do, and I can’t have you shooting all over the place.”

Truth be told, life as an assistant coach is pretty sweet. Coach keeps you busy spotting the kids in weight class (when he’s not fucking your muscle ass behind the lockers, that is). Sometimes you think back to your days back at the school, being spotted by Coach Raymond himself, quietly wishing you could one day be as hot, burly, and muscular as him. But man, that seems like so long ago, doesn’t it?