Temporary Coach Part 07

I followed Paul around the rest of the day, just like usual. However, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. I couldn’t quite figure out if anything was different though. He’d pull out his tablet and then start typing away but I’d look around the class room and everything still seemed to the same. Mr. Bunton still ‘wasn’t able to find’ a button up shirt that was able to cover up his hairy belly and pecs. Mr. Sanders still wore the school’s wrestling singlet to class. And even Coach Harris was having trouble keeping his cock in his jock. It didn’t matter that it was only a couple of inches, somehow that head just kept popping out the side whenever he was talking.

Paul kept laughing at Coach each time it happened. The school didn’t seem to have a problem with it either. As long as it wasn’t distracting anyone, a teacher could wear anything they wanted. I always figured Coach Harris would want to wear a little bit more than just a jock strap, but he insisted on it. It’s not like he looked bad; the forest of hair that covered his less defined muscles looked pretty good on someone his age. I just always figured he’d have a bit more decorum than letting his ass hang out for everyone to see whenever he turned around. 

I stared wondering if there was something I was missing. The only thing I could think of was that tablet he had. It was the only thing that would make sense to hold an app like that. Even if this was still too crazy to believe something like that could even exist. Once the bell rang, I stayed for a few seconds. Dad was packing things up to go to the strength training class. 

“I believe you,” I told him. 

He looked at me confused. “What?”

“I said I believe you,” I repeated. He paused. It was something he really needed to hear. He pulled me in for a hug. I didn’t wrap my arms around his though. “I think it’s--”

“Don’t tell anyone,” dad whispered into my ear. He pulled away. “Anyway, let’s get to the gym!” his tone changed as he started marching over to the gym.

“What was that?” Paul leaned against the doorframe with his tablet still in his hand. 

I glanced at it. ‘Don’t look! Act normal!’ I shouted in my head. “I just told him once I’d never be as worthless as him,” the lie hurt. But I couldn’t let Paul know. Basing it off the conversation we’d had in the locker room; it felt like something he wanted me to say.

Paul’s face smiled as he wrapped me in a hug. His small body easily fit under my pecs. “Yay! I’m so glad you feel that way!” he rubbed his nose against my abs. My hands went behind his back, rubbing him gently.

“Yeah…” I smiled down at him. The sudden cute nature felt so unauthentic. However, I couldn’t let him know. He shifted positions underneath my arm. 

“Let’s get going to strength training!” he shouted and started pulling me towards the door. Despite his size, he was amazingly strong. Even if I struggled, I wasn’t sure how much I’d really be able to fight back against him. He may have only looked like he weighed 120 pounds but he moved my 300 pound ass rather easily. When we got to the locker room, Bradly was already changed while Damion and Scott were busy making out in the back of the room. They’d always tried to be so discrete but once their clothes were off it was impossible for them not stop touching each other till both of them came. 

I started undressing, watching Paul’s eyes drink up every curve of my muscles. He’d always preferred my tone muscular type to Bradly’s bulkier one. We were both strong as fuck but I could tell just how much more defined my body was to his. The single digit body fat percent seemed to be more popular for some reason. 

Bradly walked over to Paul. “Have you changed Grant yet? I really want to have some fun…” he smiled as Paul was typing away at his tablet. 

“Almost done… Almost… Alright. Done,” he smiled. He put the tablet back into the locker. I couldn’t believe it. Was that really what it was? Why was he being so nonchalant about the whole thing? He turned to me, “make sure you work out hard! I really want to see those muscles grow…” He added a kissy face as him and Bradly left the locker room. 

I fought my desire to go work out. Just hearing Paul say it, made me want to push myself even harder. But now I had a mission. My hand struggled to open his locker. Doubt filled my mind as I wondered why I would ever go through Paul’s belongings. But I had to. I had to see if it was real. I pulled up the tablet and swiped across. No lock. 

“Fuck…” I groaned. It was hard to look at the screen. How could someone who had so much power be so irresponsible with it? Another wave of agony washed over me as I looked through the apps. It was generic idle games that were popular. But I needed to find that one app. It started with a C. “Gah…” I groaned almost dropping the tablet. Just looking at the screen was hard. But I found it.

A series of lines that had already been written filled the screen. The headache seemed to double. I scrolled to the bottom and saw, ‘type what you’d like to change.’ with a blinking line waiting for me to start typing. Something was telling me to just put it away. I started typing. I wanted to stop. But I couldn't. My headache just got worse. ‘I can use this app without pain.’ I forced myself to type. I shouted, "Fuck!" feeling the relief wash over me. I stared at the screen again figuring it must have been some kind of fail-safe that Paul put in. However, I still couldn’t read any of the lines that he’d typed before. They just looked like nothing but I could tell something was there. 

“Whatever…” I shook my head trying to focus. This thing was trying to block my perception but I still had to think of what to do. Right now I had unknown cosmic power all put into an itty bitty space. I could feel my mouth hanging open at the concept. I’d be able to change anything I wanted. Give into my deepest desires. Have whatever I wanted. And no one would know. 

I could feel myself getting hard. “Fuck…” I let out a groan. My hand went to my dick trying to appease its sudden arousal. “Calm down… Calm down… I don’t even know if this will really work…” I looked over the screen and wondered what I could change. Something obvious, but not too crazy. I looked down at my arm wondering what it’d look like with a tattoo sleeve. There were a bunch of guys at the gym with them and I kind of wondered what it’d be like. It just always seemed like too much of a pain to actually get it done. My eyes went back to the screen. ‘Type what you’d like to change.’

‘I have a tattoo sleeve that goes down my right arm.’ I hit enter and watched the text shoot into a box above where I’d typed it. It was the only one that I could actually read. But there was a sudden pain in my arm. All the way up and down I could feel millions of little pin pricks pushing into it. I grimaced at the feeling but watched as dark ink filled my arm. It rapidly grew into a more solid tattoo. I stared in disbelief as I flexed my arm seeing the ink mold to it. “It worked…” my hand ran over it to actually feel if it was real. 

'I'm 10% bigger and stronger.' I thought about what I would want to change. A weird feeling came over my body as I finished the sentence. It was like I had just finished an amazing workout. The pump in my body was going crazy. Veins pushed far out of my arms. Each second they grew bigger. Pulsing. Larger. I could feel my body growing. I leaned against the locker as the pleasure was too great. My dick pushed against my shorts.

“It really worked!” I went right back to the device. “I’m twice as strong, fast, agile and flexible as I am now. But still the same size. Fuck…” I groaned as I felt the new strength adding to my body. Suddenly I felt even more invincible than I’d already been. No one had been able to take me down before, but now… “Fuck…” I grinned thinking about how four or five guys on the other team would all try at once to knock me over but still couldn’t. Even teaming up I could carry their weight like it was almost nothing. Even before it’d seemed almost unfair. An even wider grin crossed my face thinking about the several linebackers unable to make me move. 

Then Scott and Damion caught my attention. The two were still going at it hard as their hard dicks rubbed up against each other. If they didn’t look so happy about it, I’d probably try to stop them. But I wondered just how much I could affect them. What could happen to them? Was I bound to reality or could I bend it some? I paused looking over their naked muscular bodies. They always bragged about how big they were despite being what looked almost a little below average. I kept my thoughts to myself but wondered if they would ever be willing to give it all away?

‘Damien and Scott gain muscle at 365 times the normal speed and love giving it away to other people.’ I waited a few seconds watching them still enjoy each other’s presence. Their hands rolled over the other’s muscular body. In between kisses they complemented each other instead of challenging each other. Their dicks throbbed and then suddenly both burst, spraying the other with their own fluids. 

Their eyes were still locked for a few seconds before realizing that I was standing there. “Oh sorry,” Scott apologized. “We kind of got caught up with something.” 

“Yeah something…” Damion leaned back into Scott. 

“It’s alright,” I said. I felt like my mouth was still a wide open as I looked at them though. They didn’t really look any different but they didn’t seem the same either. Mostly they’d be cracking jokes or trying to act like they were the strongest in the gym, despite being the last two places. But right now they were so calm. “Are you ready to work out?” I asked a little cautiously.

“Almost,” Scott smiled at me. The two walked closer to me and put their hands on my body. 

“What are—“ I wasn’t able to finish the though as I felt the sudden burst of pleasure. I couldn’t help it as my cock went hard and popped out of my shorts right at them. I tried to contain myself but it was just too much. Looking down, I could see that they were getting smaller. Their tight toned bodies were rapidly losing the muscle definition that they’d obviously gained over the years. But at the same time I could feel like I was getting bigger. My chest was pushing out and I couldn’t see them as well over it. The two heavy pecs covered them up completely. My clothes were fitting even tighter. They couldn’t contain the massive amount of weight rapidly adding to it. I could hear a rip. And then they snapped. 

Without even touching my cock I felt it unload in front of me. Several bursts of cum shot out, coating the two guys in front of me. I had to lean forward to see them. “Sorry…” I apologized. “But—“

“Don’t worry about it,” Scott pat the side of my arm. “We’ll be ready by Friday. We always are.” I watched as the two, coated in my jizz, walked out of the locker room. They were playfully taunting each other with it as they headed towards the locker room. 

“Holy…” I stood still stunned at what had just happened. I had to tell dad. He was right. He was right about everything. Paul had been changing everything and now I had to make things right again. I rushed to his office, ducking under the door frames as I went. “Dad. Dad. You were right!” I held up the tablet only to realize he wasn’t alone.

In his office he was currently being pegged by Bradly. The large linebacker had him on the desk as he begged for more. “Don’t stop,” dad begged. “Harder. I need you to go harder!” Bradly pounded his hefty weight against dad on his desk. 

However in the corner I realized Paul was there as well. “What were you right about?”