Coach Squill

Jason glared at his coach. “I don’t get why I have to be here,” he growled. 

“Of course you don’t…” Coach Squill replied. He barely looked up from the paperwork in front of him. “You never know why you get into trouble.”

“It’s not my fault alright? He shouldn’t have knocked over my beer.”

Coach Squill barely looked up from the papers, but the mean glare he was giving off told Jason he’d better shut his mouth. There was no way he was going to be putting up with that. “You broke his arm. You think I can just ignore that?”

“It was an accident. If he wasn’t such a pu--”

The face his coach gave, told Jason he’d better shut up. Pure fury seemed to be planted on it as his brows furrowed and fists tightened. Despite nearing his sixties, Coach Squill still had an amazing amount of power in his gorilla sized fists. Muscle and fat seemed to work together to make him one of the biggest guys on campus, and no one wanted to make him angry. Normally he was so pleasant and nice to be around, especially to the ‘losers’, but if you made him mad, it was near impossible to make him happy again.

“How about I apologize?” Jason shrugged. His anger was starting to soften as he realized just how much trouble he was in.

“Apologize?” Coach mulled it over, turning his head to act like he was thinking about it. “No. That won’t be enough.”

“Then what?!” Jason shouted, slamming his fists on the desk between them. Coach didn’t move. He had no reason to be afraid. Even if Jason was 6’4” and brimming with muscle, Coach could still handle him. Jason had never met a guy like that. Most cowered at his overwhelming presence but Coach just sat there. He started to feel the discomfort as Coach stared him down more and more. “Sorry… Then what should I do?” he softened his voice and sat back down.

Coach leaned back in his chair. His size filled every bit of it and was threatening to spill over. “Hmm… What should you do..? What should you do? Well, Steven said you called him a faggot and then threatened to fuck his faggot ass for an apology, how about that?” 

“You want me to fuck him?”

Coach let out a hearty laugh, shaking the belly fat in front of him. “Fuck him? No… He gets to fuck you. Unless he really wants you to fuck him. I’m not going to say he can’t have that if he really wants it.” 

Jason hated the condescending smile on the older man. Seeing that curve between his trimmed white beard only pissed him off more. “Quit jokin.”

“I’m not,” Coach rested his hands on his belly.

Words were lost on Jason. Coaches and teachers weren’t supposed to act like this. Even if he was in college, that was illegal or something. “Fuck no! Just kick me off the team then.”

“Nope. Not an option,” Coach replied. 

“Like hell it’s not,” Jason stood up and went over to the door. “And if you think I’m not telling the dean, you’re wrong.” He twisted the door knob but it wouldn’t move. “Hey… What’s going on?” He tried twisting harder, but it wouldn’t move at all. “HEY! Anybody there!?” 

“Don’t worry about them,” Coach stood up from his chair and started stripping off his shirt. “Gods… You know I was getting a bit worried that I’d have to choose someone less appealing. But fuck… I just seemed to have hit the jackpot. You’re so big and bold and young… Shit 20 years old. Still have your who life ahead of you. Or I guess my life.”

“Coach?” Jason felt fear rush through his body. Never had he been so afraid of someone else. He could always just threaten them with his size and they’d back off. But this was different. Not only was coach big, but he was talking crazy. “What’s going on?”

“Oh right,” Coach Squill smiled as he looked back up Jason. His eyes flashed a silver color then went back to something more normal. But in the middle it was still pitch black. Jason couldn’t look away. “I forgot. After three or four hundred years it’s so hard to keep track of these things. But to put it simply, I’m going to absorb your life.”

“What..?” Jason stared dumbfounded. Mostly at the massive man standing nude in front of him. And then there was his massive cock pointing directly at him. “What the fuck?!” he screamed and started banging on the door even harder. “Hey! Let me out!”

“No one can hear you. Because right now you don’t exist,” Coach said. He was so calm as he walked over, hands spread wide at his sides. Jason felt his back press up against the wall. “It’ll be fine. You’ll love it.”

“I’ll love…” Jason shook himself out of the trance. He could feel his mind starting to drift away. “No. What the fuck.” His anger turned back to Coach. “Fuck you!” Closing his fist he rushed forward and swung at the older man. But was stopped. With just one hand Coach Squill seemed to stop Jason’s entire weight. He always knew Coach was strong but the absolute unphased way he took the punch, it was unnatural. Jason tried to pull back but with Coach’s closed hands he couldn’t move. “Hey let go!”

Coach opened up his fingers and Jason pulled, but nothing happened. He was still stuck. Even as he pulled he couldn’t get away. “What’s going on?!” Jason used all his weight to pull away, yet Coach Squill didn’t move an inch. If anything Jason was getting pulled closer. 

“C’mon bro. It’s alright. Just give in,” Coach said. 

Jason felt his body relax at the command. Seeing the handsome man in front of him sound so calm and comforting seemed to make him want to relax. The wrinkles on his face started to smooth out while dark brown hair was filling in on top of his head. He looked so much younger. “What? No…” Jason still struggled. But when he looked at his arm, everything below his elbow was gone. It’d been pulled into Coach’s hand. “No… I’m supposed to be a football star…”

“You will,” Coach said. “All you have to do is join me. And I’ll make you one of the greatest.”

“You’ll…” Jason’s mind went blank but then started to fill with memories. Memories that weren’t his. There were lifetimes all being shown from Coach Squill. He could see just how successful a man he’d always been. Each time starting over as a young but then using it to become someone leading in their field. 

“That’s it… Take it all in. I’ll make sure to use your body well…”

A deep moan came from Jason’s throat. His cock hardened. Coach wasn’t known for just being an athlete. Memories outside of the field started to fill Jason’s mind. All those hot and sexy men and women, begging for more. It’s what he always wanted. “Oh fuck yeah…” he said in his daze. 

Jason’s body leaned more against Coach’s hulking body. The flab in Coach’s chest had hardened and Jason rested his head against the bulbous pecs. Skin started to fuse together. Each bit that touched Coach’s body connected to the other man. “That’s it boy. Just keep going…” 

Coach helped his body along, pushing more and more inside him. Jason’s head was completely covered in his pecs. ‘More… More…’ Jason begged. 

It brought a smile to his face. He could already feel his body regressing back down to the 20 year olds body. His muscles pulled tightly against his body and he could feel their raw power returning. Jason’s legs kicked with excitement as they pushed more and more into Coach’s belly. That belly which was rapidly pulling tight into a much flatter six pack.

“That’s it boy,” Coach pushed more of the jock’s body inside him. “Just a little more.”

Jason’s feet were finally swallowed up and his shoes fell to the floor. “Oh fuck yeah!” Coach shouted. He could feel his dick throbbing with power again. Testosterone flowed through his younger body. “So fucking good. And he was so fucking strong!” His arms acted on their own as they reared back and flexed.

Every muscle seemed to follow, showing off their large and defined shapes. Thick round biceps and even wider triceps. Broad shoulders with two massive pecs that shook whenever he moved. Defined six pack abs that seemed to point down to his cock. “Oh fuck yeah…” he bellowed as it throbbed again. He couldn’t hold back anymore as he released into the office he was in.

The haze slowly started to go away. “Damn it…” he groaned at the mess he made. With each new arrival it always grew a bit more. His balls hung low and filled up so quickly that they needed to be released often. But that didn’t make it any less frustrating to clean up. He grabbed a couple of tissues from his old desk and started wiping it away. 

He looked back at the polo and khakis he’d been wearing and laughed. “Don’t have to wear that shit no more.” Instead he grabbed the clothes Jason had been wearing and put them on. Luckily the style had been more lax and comfortable as they still pulled tightly against new muscular frame. The fabric shorts rode a bit higher on the knees than they were supposed to. And his shoes were just a bit too small as well.

“Damn… Still feels amazing,” he grinned to himself as he looked over his body. 

Someone knocked on the door and came in. The man leaned back to stare up at his 6’6” height. “Oh Jason… I was looking for... Ummm… Who was I looking for?” he looked down again trying to figure out why he’d gone into the office. “You know what? Nevermind. I’m sure I’ll remember it later if it was important.”

“I’m sure you will coach,” Jason said. His massive body took up the door frame as he walked past the other man. He went to his locker to see that the jersey he had no longer had Monroe as the last name but Squill instead. “Perfect,” he smirked to himself seeing the reality around them change. “But I still have one more thing to make up for…”

He headed for the hospital, knowing full well who was in there. Even though technically it wasn’t his fault that the ‘little nerd’ had broken his arm, Jason was going to make sure that he got all the attention that he deserved.