Temporary Coach Part 09 [Final]

Part of me still couldn’t believe that this thing was real. It just seemed so improbable. Just absolutely impossible to actually be real. I still had no idea just how much Paul had actually changed though. I needed to ask dad. He seemed to have at least some kind of idea. Luckily Bradley was leaving his office as I entered this time. 

“All yours,” he grunted with a sneer of satisfaction. I stepped passed him and saw dad’s ass still dripping. He was still humping the desk, trying to get some of his own satisfaction. 

“Coach,” I said to get his attention. The sudden scare must have put him over as his body stiffened and then more liquid started dripping off the desk. 

“Tyler!” he stood up and turned around. The broad smile on his face was clearly fake as more cum leaked from his jock strap. He tried to act like nothing was happening but I could still see everything. “Didn’t realize you’d be back so soon.” 

“Yeah… Me neither…” I said averting my eyes. “I just wanted you to know that I believe you. And I got the device away from Paul.”

“You do!? You did!?” he pulled my big body into a hug. Even though I was so much bigger than him; he did his best. “I can’t believe it! Give it to me so I can change me back to normal.”

I stared down at him. There was something else behind that smile. After dealing with Paul all day it seemed like I could just see it. He wasn’t going to just change himself. He wasn’t someone who would be happy with just going ‘back to normal.’ He wanted more. He needed more. 

“Ok. Just tell me what you were,” I said.

“C’mon Ty, just let me do it.”

“Just tell me what you want to change—“

“Buddy… C’mon, do you think I’ll do something bad?” he moved closer to me again. I felt him reach for it and pulled it out of his grasp. “Really.” It wasn't a question or statement. He was asserting himself over me.

“Really.” I eyed him. Taking another step back I pulled up the device. “So what do you want to change first?”

An angry grin crossed his face, but he knew there was no way he was going to get this out of my hand. “How about some clothes? I want to wear something other than a just a jock. Think you can do that for me big guy?” 

He was keeping his distance now. “You don’t just wear that?” I asked confused. I couldn’t remember the last time he wore anything other than a jock. Even weddings and funerals he just switched from his dirty stained one to a nicer black one. People had just grown accustomed to it.

“No…” his hand went to his face. “Do you really think I just want to wear this?!”

“Err…” I shrugged as I smiled. “I guess?” Even he cracked a smile at the uncomfortable realization that I hadn’t ever seen him in anything else. My attention turned to the device and I typed in that he could wear whatever he wanted. Instantly a red sleeveless shirt and black shorts started to materialize around his bulky muscles. They fit his torso perfectly just letting tufts of hair out of each side. He looked over himself a little more satisfied.

“I guess that’ll do…” he groaned. “But still this isn’t me.” He looked me over and glared. “Paul’s a real asshole you know that?”

“Yeah?”

Dad shook his head angrily. “He pretty much gave you pretty much everything I was supposed to be and then some. Last week I was the school stud, ready to go to college with everyone fighting over who could give me a better scholarship. You were some stuffy loser teacher that no one cared about. And now you’re that and I’m…” he looked down at his older body. It’d clearly been through a lot. I’d known just how much he’d been through. “Think you can change me back? I’m not saying you have to change but… I’d at least like to be 18 again.”

“I don’t…” I paused taking another step back. He was my dad. If I changed him then what did that mean about me? If I made him 18 then what would I be? What would grandma and grandpa be? I stiffened thinking about all the changes that would compound by that one change. 

“What..?” dad finally asked as he saw a smile cross my face. 

I ignored him and started typing. ‘Coach Harris is my twin brother. We are both 18 and were abandoned to our grandparents when we were born. However, despite all his hard work, whether it be studying, exercise, practice, etc. He only retains 40% of whatever he tries to do. The rest goes to me. He has no idea about this nor does anyone other than me. To him any other reality doesn’t exist.’

“What’s so…” he cut himself off as he looked down at his body. “Woah…” The dark swaths of hair that swirled around his body quickly started to pull back into his skin. The husky body he’d grown over the years quickly trimmed up. Skin tightened across the dense muscle and tanned. Each and every deep crevice along his face and body smoothed out, showing off the deep definition he’d gained from working out. “Bro… Wait. That’s not…” he gripped at his head feeling the old information pouring out of it. 

“Bro,” Scott groaned again. His hands gripped the desk even tighter, trying to fight off the new thoughts. “What’s… Going on…” he grunted out again as his muscles strengthened but thinned out. The sleeveless shirt pulled against his chest. The red amplifying what this solid pecs looked like while even molding around some of his abs. Scott tried to keep his composure. He tried to remember. But all he could think about was how much cooler and stronger his big brother was. They might have been the same age but weight just fell onto Ty. Scott had to work twice as hard to get a solid 180 pounds while his brother seemed to get to 300 without even trying. 

“This is…” Scott was losing his grip. He couldn’t remember anything else. Only how whenever they went shopping together it was damn near impossible to find anything that fit his brother. Shoes were always several sizes too small. Even at big and tall stores they would sometimes still have to make custom orders. But all it did was drive him to do better. If he could never be number 1, he’d make sure he was number 2. Studying harder and pushing himself in everything he did. He was going to make his brother proud.

I watched as Scott turned into my brother. It was a little weird thinking of him that way but I felt like I was going to get used to it pretty quickly. He looked my spitting image, if I was a good 150 pounds lighter. His muscles and face were more cut and defined while I was just big. Not that I really minded. I stood a good head taller than him. It had to piss him off. 

“Huh?” he finally came to. “Why are we in coach Arbors’ office?” 

‘Shit!’ I completely forgot about Coach Arbors. And the fact the school would be down a teacher. I figured the device would somehow fix the teacher one but I quickly typed in fixing the coach’s slipped disc. As I hit enter, we saw the knob turn on the door. 

Coach Arbors came in a little confused. “Hey there boys, practice doesn’t start for a few hours. Did you need something?”

Scott looked Coach Arbors up and down for a second. It was like he’d never seen the older man before. “Didn’t you… Err... Weren't you... Weren’t you out for a few months for a slipped disc?” he finally asked.

“Huh? Oh Heaven’s I hope not!” Coach Arbor’s laughed. “Don’t need one of those. They hurt like Hell!” 

“Oh…” Scott seemed to be evaluating the situation. “Right. My bad.” He turned to me, looking past my pecs. “Why don’t we go work out some?” he gave me a punch to the arm. It was harder than he’d do to anyone else but still barely felt like anything. 

“Why not?” I smiled down at him, tucking the tablet behind my back. I was starting to see why Paul found it so much fun to use. And maybe I deserved a little fun too.