Coach's Intention

Coach Anderson was surprised when Dalton took an interest in joining the wrestling team. He’d figured the nerdier guy wanted to keep weights and records but Dalton seemed adamant about training with the wrestlers. With very little convincing Coach Anderson finally agreed. He thought Dalton would quit after a few practices. His thin frame finally gave them someone to shove someone into the featherweight section. But Dalton would just have to agree to it first. 

However it wasn’t long before he was rapidly moving up to a higher weight classes. Coach Anderson figured it must have just the kid never worked out before. He didn’t pay it much thought. He was far more excited that all his other wrestlers were making it just under weight. Each one was just about a half pound under what they needed to be, pushing the rules to the limit without even having to be dehydrated. It was perfect. They were able to win nearly every single one of their matches now. And he'd get all the credit.

Not to mention how excited Dalton was to be on a team. He somehow fit in perfectly with the other guys. They all acted like he was part of the team. But by week three Coach Anderson couldn’t help but question how Dalton had been gaining so much weight so quickly. It was odd seeing him. Coach thought that he was probably around 5’8” and a buck twenty with no muscle to speak of. But now he was almost eye level with Coach’s 6’ frame and looked far closer to 160 pounds of mostly muscle. His shirts fit him tighter and the singlet he’d been given to practice in was too small. 

One day after practice Dalton caught him staring. “What’s up coach?” he had a friendly smile as he said it.

“Not much bud. Just didn’t think you’d be growing so fast. Must not be training you hard enough,” Coach Anderson joked back.

“Nonsense,” Dalton always had to use weird words when he spoke. “Your training is great.”

“I guess so. Results don’t lie,” Coach laughed. “Go get changed. We should talk about actually getting you out on the mat.”

“I don’t know…” Dalton said a bit sheepishly. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet…”

“What?! Look at you boy! You’ve been training with the guys just a couple of weeks and can already pin some of them. There’s no reason to be so shy about it.”

“I guess…” Dalton rubbed the back of his neck.

“Just go get changed and we’ll talk about it then,” Coach Anderson said.

Dalton walked off into the locker room following Sam. That one had been making his weight perfectly every single time for the last couple of weeks. However, recently he seemed a bit distracted. He’d even lost a few matches despite being far more talented than who he was up against. Sure Coach Anderson thought that about all his wrestlers but this time it was different. He headed into the locker room towards his office. 

“Dalton… I can’t do that… I didn’t think an inch would be that much but Amber has been saying stuff. I think she noticed,” Sam’s voice echoed through the cold concrete. 

“There’s other ways to pay,” Dalton replied.

“I can’t give you my skill! I need it. If I lose anymore I won’t have a reason to be on the team!” Sam begged.

“There’s still other ways to pay.”

“No… I can’t do that…”

“Come on… It’s just between us. If it makes you feel any better you’re not the first.” 

Coach Anderson walked around and he could see Dalton’s naked body swinging his dick around. It was splayed out just enough to taunt Sam. “C’mon,” Dalton continued, “what if I made it so you’d enjoy it? I’ll give that part of you right back. Not like I have any use for it…” 

“I… I… I don’t know…” Sam seemed to be considering it. Coach knew he wasn’t gay but it looked like he was actually considering it. “Can I have my inch back?” 

A sick grin crossed Dalton’s face. “Half.”

“Deal.” Sam said without thinking. 

“Good choice,” Dalton put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. Something seemed to have happened between the two because Sam’s eyes could not stop drinking in Dalton’s lithe muscular body. He paused trying to contain himself like he knew he wasn’t supposed to enjoy the male form. “Go on,” Dalton encouraged. “I won’t bite…”

Sam took the chance run his hands over the other body. He clearly loved feeling the thick contours of muscle as he leaned against it. Even if he was bigger, and thicker, Sam couldn’t help himself as he leaned his body against Dalton’s. He slowly worked his way down to his knees. His face was level with Dalton’s hard dick and he gave the tip a soft kiss. Slowly he opened his mouth more and pushed it deep inside his mouth. Sam wrapped his mouth around the hard rod and looked up at Dalton for approval. The loud noises he was making was only overtaken by Dalton’s own even louder moans. 

Coach stormed over to the two. “I think I’ve seen just about enough!” he shouted as he grabbed onto Dalton’s shoulder.

“Coach! No! Wait!” Dalton exclaimed. A burst of energy burst out of his body separating the three. “Fuck… That hurt…” Dalton groaned. He rubbed his head but seemed really distracted by something.

“What the heck were you two doing!?” Coach Anderson said. As he said it, he couldn’t help but notice the crack in his own voice. “What the…” he suddenly looked down at his body. Over the years his muscles had started to be obscured by a hefty layer of fat, especially around his midsection. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still strong as fuck, but there was a little more work that had to be done to actually get there. But right now looking at his hands he could see they were different. The deep callouses and lines built in his hands from years of hard work was rapidly disappearing. He could see their thick nature thinning out to something else. Then he felt his khaki pants fall to the ground. The metal end of the belt clanging at the sudden shift of his weight.

Looking over the rest of him he couldn’t believe just how skinny he was getting. All that extra weight he’d piled on thinned out his hefty belly and chest. He could feel the polo he was wearing droop to one side. “What’s going…” he tried to speak with some kind of authority until he saw the two massive men in front of him. “On…” he muttered as his eyes went to the ground. 

Sam’s already muscled body seemed to just explode with even more. Every bit of him bulged out with power built for a bodybuilder. There was no way he could wrestle in a body like that. His biceps were far too large and shoulders too thick to give him any mobility. Even if he had a perfect six pack they were obscured by his massive pecs. His legs might have been thick and powerful but there was far too much weight in his upper body making it near impossible for him to have the speed to maneuver around his opponents. “What’s going on?” he grunted.

“Dunno…” Dalton grunted back. His body had grown just the same. However instead of a six pack he seemed to have gained most of the unwanted weight that Coach Anderson had gained over the years. With the added height it looked pretty good on him. His pecs still pushed out just as far as his waist and the hair filling in on his skin just made him look even better. His monstrous hand gave it a scratch. “Hey buddy,” he turned to Coach Anderson. “You know what’s going on here?”

“I… Uh… I… You… He was giving you a blow job and then I came by and touched you. Then I got all small and stuff and you two grew…” his eyes trailed up their masculine bodies. “Really big…” His dick couldn’t help but get hard tracing over every minute detail.

“We what?” Dalton let out a heavy bellow. He’d clearly noticed Coach Anderson’s hard dick. “I think we just walked into buddy’s fantasy. Come on man. Like we’d ever do that…”

“What? Am I not good enough for you?” Sam joked. “Or you afraid that you might be bottom…”

“Bottom? Fuck you man. I’m a total top,” Dalton shot back. 

“Ok,” Sam dismissed.

“You sayin I’m not?”

“I didn’t say anything,” a smile cocked across his face.

Instantly Dalton’s hefty body shoved into Sam’s. The added weight and height gave him enough leverage to stay on top. His hairy face went in for a kiss as he grew even more passionate. He was easily groping the other man’s body, feeling every tight taught muscle and working his way down to the average sized dick. Sam’s eyes seemed to roll back at the sudden sensation as Dalton pulled at it.

“Not a top eh?” he goaded. His mouth bit into the side of Sam’s muscular neck. The bodybuilder let out a silent scream as he felt his dick wrapped tightly next to Dalton’s in Dalton’s strong hands. Sam braced himself against the locker, feeling the sensation overtake him. His head banged against the lockers. He let out a loud shout as his dick shot forward in between Dalton’s legs just barely missing Coach Anderson. “Not a top,” Dalton scoffed again. “Make you cum in record time.”

“Fuck you,” Sam smiled. “Just don’t tell Amber, alright?”

“I won’t. I won’t…” Dalton smiled and waved it off like it was nothing. He turned around to see Coach Anderson still watching them. “Hope you enjoyed the show buddy.” He gave the coach a pat to the shoulder. The two quickly got dressed and headed out of the locker room. 

Coach Anderson was still reeling over what had just happened. He walked to his office and saw that everything was still in order. However, in all his pictures he wasn’t the same big buff guy he had been. And moreover he saw the huge wad of cum dripping out of his shoe. “Oh frick…”