Football Chronivac Part 08

“Nick…” Alex whined. “Can I please have my phone back…” 

“I don’t know. Have you given me what I want yet?” Nick pulled his massive body between Alex and the locker’s behind him. He’d followed the football player into the locker room and was still trying to reach for his phone. But the closer Nick got, the harder it seemed to get. 

Alex felt his mind get distracted again. The mere inches apart from his boyfriend were making it hard for him to think about anything else. Or maybe it was the arms nearly as thick as his waist, locking him in. Either way his phone was starting to become the least of his worries. His focus remained on Nick.

“Break it up you two,” Jeff said over the clipboard. “Coach is going to be pissed if he finds you doing something like that before a game.” He’d just recently graduated and came back to help out. Mostly he was a bit upset that he was never good enough to go pro, so his grades had tanked during his final semester. After some persuasion from Coach Ward they still allowed him to graduate.

“Right,” Nick groaned. 

Jeff turned to Alex. “And you, you’re not supposed to be down here right now,” he shoved at Alex. “Go on. Go sit in the stands like everyone else.” 

“But… But my phone.” 

“No buts,” Jeff said. He pushed at Alex again, leading him outside.

All the while Nick was laughing to himself. “No butts,” he mocked as Alex was escorted out of the locker room. The mean glare Alex was throwing at him just made it all the funnier. 

“Please can I at least get my phone from Nick?” Alex asked. 

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Look man, I’m just trying to get the game to go off without any problems. Coach is in the office getting ready and I’ve got to make sure these dumbasses actually get ready.” But Alex didn’t leave. “I’ll see what I can do…” 

“Thank you!” 

“Sure. Whatever.” Jeff turned back into the locker room. He paused as he entered the room again. Suddenly everything felt so different but he knew it was the same.

“Woah there big guy,” Brandon smiled as he dodged around Jeff. “Try to pick a side.”

“Huh?” Jeff looked around seeing Brandon. Was he part of the football team? He sure was big enough. Looking at the clipboard he found the name right away. Brandon Watts: 6’6” 280 pounds. “Right…” Jeff rubbed his head trying to get a hold of himself. The numbers looked right and he didn't know why he would have changed them.

He walked deeper into the locker room and looked around. Everyone just seemed to be so much bigger. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ he questioned as he looked up at everyone. Never in his life had Jeff really felt this small. Sure, there were a lot of guys on the team bigger than him, but at 6’1” and a fading 240 pounds, he shouldn’t be that much smaller than them. Just because he let his abs go a bit didn’t mean he was ‘small’. 

But then he passed Marco and Steven who were being a bit more than chatty. Their bodies were rubbing right up against each other and being far more handsy than Jeff thought was normal. They gave Jeff a wink and a smile and acted like everything was alright. ‘Must have been that extra credit game they played…’ Jeff thought to himself. He did feel a bit of a smile creeping out of him as they did. 

Jeff did his best to ignore it, continuing his way towards Nick. But it was like that with all the guys. Their large inflated muscles just seemed even bigger than normal. Hell the whole locker room seemed bigger all of a sudden. He looked down at his chest, and couldn’t seem to see the fatty pecs that he’d been growing since he’d graduated. Nor the belly that was right under it. He looked at his hands and the callouses seemed to be disappearing as well. “What’s…. What’s going on?”

He looked around and everyone seemed even bigger than just a few seconds ago. He had to crane his neck back to look any of them in the eyes. He could feel the weight on his body rapidly decreasing. Sure, losing the fat was nice, but it was also the muscle. His shirt seemed to sit loosely over his shoulders. He needed a belt to hold up his khaki’s.  Everything just felt so big.

“Something wrong?” Nick asked. His calm cool head seemed to have enough to make Jeff relax.

“I… I don’t know…” Jeff looked around again. “Something feels a bit weird.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“I don’t know… Everyone just seems off…” Jeff said. He looked around again and saw the guys playing with themselves. Their thick fingers dug deep into their assholes as they masturbated. Each one looked like they were having so much fun as they got their pads on.

“Hmmm…. Maybe you should try talking to coach?” Nick shrugged.

"Right..." Jeff said. But he was still caught in his head. ‘Nick doesn’t see anything wrong. So maybe I’m just overthinking it.’ Jeff walked past all the muscular giants. Each one seemed bigger than the last. Though being about 5’8” all of them easily towered over him. He wondered why this was the first time he’d noticed that. Or how each one called him big guy as he passed. The nickname seemed a bit condescending but he wasn’t positive why all of them felt like they needed to say that. 

Finally he got to the Coach’s door. He knocked. “Come in,” Coach Ward called for him. 

Jeff stepped inside the office and felt an air of normalcy wash over him. Seeing the coach’s hefty ball gut poking far out in front of him was oddly comforting. He didn’t know why seeing the out of shape coach stuffed into his red coaching polo and khakis would have made him feel like everything was alright. It was like all his memories were finally grounded again. Like there was something holding everything together. Or maybe it was as simple as being the only other person in the locker room who wasn’t over 6’4” and loaded with bodybuilder sized muscles.

Despite his large fatter frame, that didn’t mean coach didn’t know what he was doing. He’d spent just under 30 years studying the sport and getting the best programs for the students. But it was far too much work and distracting for him to use them on himself. He’d much rather stick to his less than healthy diet and work out when he wanted to rather than stay in a more healthy looking shape. 

That didn’t mean he was any less strong. He could probably hold his best with the best of them. Well excluding the strongmen that seemed to have accompanied his team now. “What is it?” he growled.

“Uhh… Sir? I was just wondering if you’d noticed anything weird going on today?”

“Weird?”

Jeff started to get uncomfortable again at the idea. He wasn’t sure what was weird so he didn’t exactly have an answer for coach either. “I don’t know,” he laughed, trying to ease the tension. “Probably just all in my head.” Jeff reached for the door again but felt that strange feeling wash over him again.

“Hold on,” Coach Wade’s gravelly voice seemed to hold him still. No matter how much Jeff tried to move his hand even the mere inches to open the door, it wouldn’t listen. He turned back to coach and knew where that strange feeling was coming from.

“Something wrong?” Jeff was still trying to move his hand but couldn’t seem to do it. He stared at coach almost feeling like he could see something happening. Coach’s rounded face started to stretch and lean out. His features grew more sharp and jagged. The scruff he’d forgotten to shave off this morning turned into a full beard that looked trimmed to accentuate his masculine features. 

“Wrong? I wouldn’t say wrong…” he stood up from behind his desk. Far taller than he had been just moments before. Jeff felt his neck bend back to still be able to look the other man in the eyes again. But they quickly drifted down. The large inflated belly that coach had been raising for the last 15 years was rapidly pulling itself back into him. But that weight wasn’t disappearing. Instead it went to the rest of his body.

His pecs plumped up and filled out his shirt even more. They pulled the two buttons holding the red polo shirt together apart, letting the untamed salt and peppered chest hair free. It didn’t matter that he was wearing two shirts, as his nipples were hard enough to show through both. His thick arms seemed to fill and stretch the sleeves to the limit. Each time he moved his arm there would be the ever so faintest sound of a rip.

It traveled down to his meaty hands. Somehow, they’d looked even more like bear paws than they already were. “I just thought you should stay a little longer,” Coach positioned himself on his desk showing off the thickness of his butt and thighs. 

“I think… I think…” Jeff was finding it hard to think about anything other than coach. His body just kept growing more and more right in front of his eyes. The clothes he was wearing pulled even tighter against his muscular frame and looked like they could come off at any second.

“You do too much thinking sometimes,” Coach said. He strutted across the room and gripped Jeff’s hand still on the door. With the lightest of pulls, he removed it. “You need to relax a bit more. Did you hear? Marco’s passing his biology class. You’re tutoring is starting to pay off.”

“Right…” Jeff replied. He’d known he’d spent several weeks alone with Marco but tutoring didn’t seem to be the thing they did.

Coach took Jeff’s small body and moved it into the chair. His hands could easily wrap around the thick part of Jeff’s body, and his light weight made it all the easier. “For that? I think it deserves a reward.”

“Co-co-coach,” Jeff stammered as he felt the hands move from his sides towards his belt. The huge meaty paws fumbled with the belt for a second but still undid it. “Coach?” Jeff gripped the arm rests of the old wooden chair. He could feel his exposed butt run against the soft carperlike material under him. 

“What is it big guy?”

At that moment Jeff understood why everyone called him big guy. The massive rod pointed to the sky was all they had to see. At least ten inches long and near as thick as a beer can it could not be described as anything other than big. More importantly it was hard as a rock right now. He didn’t know how he couldn’t have noticed something so large running down the side of his leg.

“C-C-coach?” he stammered again. This time Coach was feeling him up. Even with his thick hands, Coach Ward had to do long solid strokes to fully feel up the hard rod. At some point he must have put lotion on his hands, as the rough calluses from hard training didn’t seem to bother Jeff at all. He felt a rush of pleasure run through his cock and fill his body. His small hands gripped the chair for support as he tried his best to hold himself back.

“It’s alright buddy. Take as long as you need. I’m in no rush,” the smooth confident voice from Coach Ward only sent more shivers down Jeff’s spine. Each new stroke was a rush he’d never felt like he’d experienced before. But at the same time, one he hadn’t gone a day without in years. 

It took everything Jeff had to stay composed. “Isn’t this… Fuck…” his hips thrust again. “Isn’t this weird?”

Coach was pleasuring himself as well, running his finger around his nipple. He’d been softly moaning and groaning to help get Jeff more into the mood. His hard dick was clearly leaking into the jock that he was wearing but no one would ever mention it to a guy like him. 

“Weird? What’s weird about rewarding such a good boi?”

Jeff lost his concentration. The complement from the strong confident man to hold back any more. He gripped the seat with all his might, but it didn’t matter. The long thick dick erupted into the air as his balls unloaded the massive amounts of cum contained within them. He took a good while to finally come back down from that high.

Coach had already cleaned off his face with a tissue. “Made a bit of a mess, didn’t you big guy?” he mocked at the cum spread over Jeff’s clothes. “You take as much time to clean up. Though not too long otherwise I might have to send Marco down to check on you,” he added a wink and nod after he tapped Jeff on the shoulder.

Coach left the office. “Alright you pack of assholes!” he called out to his team. “You ready to win tonight!”

The team responded with a loud ‘YES SIR!” 

All the while Jeff still sat in his own mess, almost hoping coach would send Marco down soon.