Stealing Coach's Strength

Ever since his freshman year Greg had had a thing against Coach Sanders. The large intimidating man just didn’t know what it was like for someone like Greg to have to participate in gym class. The two were just too different. Greg was always picked last and sent to the most useless position out on the field. Even if a ball came hurtling towards him the other students would quickly take over and make his already useless position even more so. But to make matters worse was that Coach Sanders still expected him to participate.

If Greg didn’t catch the ball or run laps, then Coach would dock a few points off his grade. It was just so annoying having to feel his perfect GPA threatened by a class he never wanted to take. However over the last four years he’d been planning something. All the times he’d wished that Coach Sanders would understand how he felt was going to change. He'd be graduating this year and it’d taken him a lot longer to find the spell than he'd thought. But in his haste he hadn't been able to find all he needed to know about it. All he knew was it was a spell that allowed him to make Coach understand how he felt. 

At 6’3” and well over 200 and something pounds the coach clearly never had any trouble at looking strong. He’d done wrestling and football throughout his high school into some of his college career. However upon graduating he’d started to let himself go. Without as many strict workouts and eating just like he did in high school had given him a bit of a gut that pushed past his pecs. That didn’t mean he still didn’t look just as strong. Just a bit of fat clung to his frame instead of tone. No one wanted to go up against him. His strong strong handshake gave everyone the impression he could still take them out in just one punch.

Greg had always fancied being that big. Watching the other guys in the hall separate for the Coach as he walked down it. The man had a presence while Greg could hide behind him and even Coach wouldn’t know where he was. But with the spell all of that would be different. He’d be the one who was able to intimidate other guys just by standing there. He’d be the one with the athletic prowess. He’d be the one who wouldn’t have to back down whenever someone tried to intimidate him.

It was after school when Greg went into Coach Sander’s office. The coach was busy grading papers from the freshman physical science class. Greg opened the door slowly and peered inside. “Hello?” Coach’s voice still boomed even without knowing who was behind the door. 

Greg peered his head through the door. Even though he had the spell ready, looking at the large coach squeezed into his desk made Greg nervous. Over the years he’d always learned to not mess with guys like this. Not to make them uncomfortable. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do it. Greg started the chant he’d found online. Instantly Coach’s body stiffened. He couldn’t move. He just stared blankly forward at the wall in front of him as Greg went through all the words. 

Once the chant was over Coach Sanders shook his head. “What the Hell was that?” he stared down at Greg. Greg didn’t answer. It was supposed to have already started working. “Huh?” Coach got up from his desk. “What was that?” In just a few steps he was able to cross the office. He stared down at Greg for a few seconds. Something about the room was starting to feel different. It was like there was more space than there’d been before. “What’s going… On…?” he questioned. His head started to tilt back as he realized that Greg was growing in front of him.

The small 18 year old guy was rapidly gaining muscle. His thin almost nonexistent frame was rapidly adding more and more muscle. Greg looked over his growing body with a smile. Strength he never thought he’d be able to acquire was rapidly adding onto him. His body shot up several inches while he maintained a thin waist. He raised his super shirt to feel the firm abs on his v-tapered waist. “Shit man,” he ran his fingers over them. “This is awesome!”

Coach Sanders stood there with his mouth agape. He couldn’t believe just how big Greg was getting in front of him. It had to be an impossible size. If he was 6’3” then Greg was a head taller than him. His head just kept tilting further and further back to look Greg in the eyes. But then he looked down at his own body. “What the heck!?” he shouted. His voice was higher pitched and lost its booming nature. “What’s going on!” looking over his body he could see all the muscle he was losing was adding onto Greg’s frame. Every pound was quickly adding onto the man in front of him.

“I’m taking away your body,” Greg bragged. He flexed the firm bicep watching the peak rise up. “Doesn’t it look really good on me?”

“No! It’s mine!” Coach Sanders raised his voice but there was no way it could bother someone like Greg. He lunged toward the bigger guy out of instinct. It was how he normally solved his problems but right now, all Greg needed was one hand to hold him back. 

“Damn, this really is awesome,” he smiled.

“Well maybe if you worked out instead of slacked off in gym class you could have gotten something close to it,” Coach Sanders arms windmilled toward Greg but they still didn’t even come close to hitting him.

“Nah. I think this was a pretty good way,” he bragged again. With a gentle push Coach Sanders nearly fell onto the ground. He wasn’t used to having a body like this. It was just so weak. Greg went to the mirror to get a better look. “Damn good way,” he bragged again. Lifting his shirt up to see those six solid bricks just below his two juicy pecs was just too much. His shirt strained against his shoulders and his shorts were well above his knees showing off most of his legs. However he noticed the black shirt he was wearing didn’t quite look the same. The t-shirt had something different about it. Like the fabric was just a little more coarse. And the color wasn’t so dark. It was rapidly turning into a brighter red.

He ran his fingers over the material watching it go all the way up his shirt. The new pattern on the fabric was so different. Then he noticed the collar dipped down closer to his pecs. But instead of showing more skin there were two buttons that appeared to keep it shut. However because of his thick neck the top button felt like it was threatening to pop at any moment. The collar grew around his neck while some gold trim ran around the bottom of the edges of the shirt. 

“What the…” he examined it more watching the same thing happen with his shorts. They were growing longer. And turning to a brownish color the further down his legs they went. He watched as a belt appeared around his waist. But fear appeared in his eyes as he watched his stomach start to push out against it. He nearly jumped back as he saw a bit of a belly start to appear under his pecs. “What’s going on!?!”

“That’s what I’d like to know…” Coach Sanders growled. He looked so small compared to what he was. But not only that he looked far younger. The 35 year old gym coach looked like he was still in high school. His face was round and eyes bright. The polo and khakis he’d been wearing was replaced with a super hero shirt and shorts that was a size too big for him. “You’re the one who did this.”

“I know! But it was just supposed to make me more like you,” Greg was starting to panic as he watched hair grow on his body. It ran from his hands up his arms. A thick beard covered his chin and under his nose. Even some of it peaked out from the collar of his shirt. “It wasn’t supposed to make me…” he looked at his belly as it grew even more pronounced. The round but firm natured of his torso stretched the school issued polo to its limit. He flexed his larger arm watching the fabric roll over it, up to his shoulder. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“Looks like you got more than you bargained for,” Coach Sanders rolled his eyes.

“Listen Allen I don’t need any of your bullshit,” Greg shouted. For a second Allen Sanders shook from the sound of Greg’s voice. “Woah,” Greg smiled.

“Yeah,” Allen’s voice still shook as the size difference really started to sink in. He barely even came up Greg’s shoulders and probably didn’t even weigh half as much.

The door opened again. “Coach?” Travis stood in the doorway.

“What is it?” Greg boomed.

“Sorry. But the guys are wondering what we were going to do for practice?” Travis said.

“Oh. That’s right. Practice,” Greg was starting to remember what they were doing after school. “We’ll start with some running drills and then I’ll decide what happens afterwards depending on if you dipshits impress me.”

“Okay,” Travis smiled. “I’ll go tell the others.”

“One more thing,” Greg said before Travis closed the door. “It looks like we have a new recruit.” He hit Allen pretty hard in the back causing the smaller guy to trip forward.

“Allen?” Travis cocked an eyebrow. “Are-Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. Boy said he wanted to train with some real men,” Greg chuckled.

Allen’s mouth dropped. “But coach!” he didn’t even think about calling Greg anything else. 

“But nothin. You want to be big and strong like me, you gotta work out,” Greg flexed his bulk at Allen. It was mostly to brag. “Right? Plus maybe I’ll let some of those times you didn’t dress out.”

Allen clearly wanted to complain. He wanted to say something in return but knew there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He hung his head in shame and followed Travis out of his office. “You really want to join the football team?” Travis asked. There was still a clear skepticism in his voice. “Thought you were too much of a pussy for that.”

“I mean…” Allen stumble over his words as even walking with Travis was hard to keep up. Being a good few inches shorter than the athlete made his gait far shorter. “It was more of coach’s idea.”

“I bet,” Travis laughed. “Doubt you could even handle a tackle. Don’t worry, I’m sure the guys will go easy on you. No reason to send someone to the hospital.” 

The laugh sent a chill down Allen’s spine as he realized just how big so many of the football players were. They huddled up around each other and the closest one to his height was still a good 2 inches taller than him. Not to mention their leering eyes as they looked him over. “What’s the loser doing here?” one of them called out.

Travis raised his voice for the crowd to hear, “this loser’s gonna be part of the team. Anyone got a problem with it you better talk to coach. Otherwise get over it. We’re starting with running drills then Coach will decide what happens afterwards.”

“Really?” another one complained. 

“Really,” Travis shouted back. “Get the lead out your asses and start off. Hup two!” He spanked a few of the guys on the ass and they started running. Allen stood in awe wondering how he could possibly keep up. “You too!” Travis smacked his ass hard, causing him to jump. Before he knew it Allen was trying to keep up with the others. Not even a lap in he was out of breath and felt like he was dying.

“You really think he’ll be a good addition?” Travis asked as Greg stood behind him.

“Dunno,” Greg laughed. “We’ll see. If he wants a body like he had he better be willing to do it.”