Trent had jacked off two more times at his computer before the few remaining brain cells in his head managed to remember that he was supposed to have been at football practice almost half an hour ago. That, he realized, was what his phone must have been buzzing and jingling about, before it had annoyed him and he’d hurled it out the window. He stood up from the computer, not at all used to his new size, and started trying to figure out how to put his clothes on, but they were all too small for one thing, and the idea of clothing just confused him now. Wouldn’t it be better just to…go naked? Then more people would be able to see him, and he liked having people see him naked. He grinned, and left his room–luckily missing Art, who was still in Julian’s room, stroking his permanently firm cock, because if he’d seen that, there was no way he would have gotten out of the house without fucking himself on it.
Still, getting out of the house proved difficult enough. None of the doorways seemed big enough for him, and he kept having to duck under them and go through sideways so he could even fit at all. Outside though, he took a deep breath of the fall air, felt the breeze against his low hanging balls and decided he might as well run over to the stadium. Running was amazing–he had so much energy all of a sudden, and he felt like he could just bound across town without even needing to catch his breath, and the few people who saw him as he sprinted past were too shell shocked to even realize what they’d just seen. The joy of running kept him well enough occupied that his relentless need to fuck too a momentary back seat, and he managed to get to the stadium without molesting anyone.
Inside, however, was another story. Already sweating and stinking from the run, he wandered down the halls which still seemed a bit too narrow for him and ducked his way into the locker room, where two of the assistant coaches were, discussing where in the world Trent, one of their star players, could possibly be. When the huge, furry, naked hulk wandered into their midst, neither one of them really knew what to make of it, but for Trent, the run had made him even hornier, and before either one could do anything about it, he’d dropped to his knees, ripped open the crotch of the first coach’s pants, and engulfed his cock and balls in his maw before he could stop him.
“What the fuck is going on?” he managed to say, before the pleasure swept over him and he nearly collapsed from the sensation of Trent’s skilled mouth working him over–but it was more than that. He was getting hard, sure–but he was getting more than hard–he was growing. Before long, his cock and balls couldn’t both fit in Trent’s mouth, and he let the balls flop out, the sack already hanging between the older man’s thighs, and if you watched closely, you could actually see them pumping cum into Trent’s stomach. After a few moments, Trent couldn’t take the coach’s entire cock either, as it passed over a foot in length and a two liter bottle in girth, but that didn’t stop Trent from trying to swallow it, his gut bulging out from the gallons of pre-cum he was swallowing from the coach, to eventually be turned into even more muscle.
The second assistant coach watched this happen and backed away, uncertain as to what he should do, when he smelled it–the sweaty, musky pheromones seeping from Trent’s body, and the coach’s brain simply shut down, and he quickly dropped his pants, walked over and worked his cock into Trent’s muscular ass as quickly as he could. Already the coach’s body was packing on pound after pound of muscle as fur–not hair–began spreading all over his body. In a matter of minutes, the coach resembled something more along the lines of a gorilla than a human, covered with full, his dull eyes occupied only with the act of fucking and asserting dominance over others.
This was the state of the locker room which the team found at the end of practice, when they piled into the stinking locker room. The first coach’s body was relatively unchanged, but his balls were now the size of gallon jugs, and he’d been forced to fall to the floor because he couldn’t support their weight anymore, much the less his three foot long cock. The other coach, behind Trent, was now just a grunting beast, slathered with cum from his numerous ejaculations up the football slut’s ass. Trent was now even more massive than before–nearly eight feet tall, very hairy, and a dumb grin on his face from his feast, and he looked over, watched his teammates smell his sex for the first time, and dumbly make their way over to him for their own changes.
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What happens next? There’s only one more chapter, so make it count!
1. The first coach takes a group of players, and they all drink his cum down, turning into obese, cum thirst piglets.
2. The second coach takes a group of players and turns them into his pack of submissive, beastly betas.
3. Back in the dorm we can follow the smoke into the RA’s room, where he becomes a leather bound, sadistic enforcer.
4. We can still see how Pa and Clyde’s trailer trash slothfulness is infecting the uptight suburban neighborhood.
5. Two neighbors run into Julian, and they turn a steroid laden tattoo and pierced monster of a punk and his fat pig toilet on a chain leash.
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