Temporary Coach Part 04

I tried thinking more and more about what Grant had said. None of it really made too much sense. I mean of course I had a bit of a natural authority about my presence. Being 6’4” a lot of people had to look up to me and it didn’t help that I pretty much had muscle building genetics. Even when I took a few breaks from working out, I still seemed to get even stronger. But I still longed to be in the gym. Size and definition might not have been the most important aspects of being the QB but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the benefits. 

However, I still felt like I needed to talk to him. Something was clearly still bothering him and I felt like I needed to know what it was. And he seemed to really think that he was able to be some kind of bully to Adrian or Bradly. I laughed a little thinking about how either of those two could ever be bullied. The smallest they’d ever been still seemed to be twice the size of an average student. I would just have to ask him during class. 

The day seemed to go by really quickly and it was already time for the weight lifting class. I needed to try to get Grant by himself but he seemed insistent about not giving me the chance. Not to mention how even since this morning he looked even more tired than he had in a while. Dark stubble had grown around his chin and his eyes seemed to sag. I didn’t realize just how much of his hairline had started receding either. 

“Hey! How’s your day going?” Paul came up behind me.

“Huh?” I turned around. He seemed so short all of a sudden. I could barely see him over my pecs. Taking a step back I smiled down at him. “Going pretty good. I felt amazing when I woke up this morning and I forgot how good this old football uniform feels. It’s a bit smaller than I remember though…”

“Yeah? That’s probably just cause your so big! I don’t know if they make clothes that normally fits you…” he smiled brightly up at me. I couldn’t help but flex my arm, feeling the jersey tighten against the thick slab of meat.

“Guess not,” I joked back. 

He laughed but I could see him biting his bottom lip, clearly thinking about something else. “So what are we going to do today?”

“Same thing as usual. Run a mile then come down and work on the weights.”

Paul didn’t seem to like that idea all that much. “Hey… How about instead of doing weight training you just let them four play a little football? I mean I’m the only one not on the team. It just seems like they should be able to have a little fun.”

I paused thinking about it for a second. “But then what will you do?”

“I’ve got something I want to work on. It won’t bother anyone else,” Paul smiled up at me again. Something inside me was telling me I was supposed to say no. But he wasn’t wrong about being the only one in the class who wasn’t on the football team. And why shouldn’t I reward them with a bit of a fun day? It seemed silly not to. 

I shrugged my heavy shoulder. “Sure. Why not?” 

“Yay!” he pulled in for a hug and dug his face deep into my pecs, nuzzling his nose between them. I pulled back for a second. Mostly because I’d popped a bit of a boner as he did so. It felt like it should have been wrong to do so but I wasn’t sure why. Then my hand lowered to his back as I pat him a few times. 

“Anyways… I think we’d better get going. Guys!” My voice echoed through the locker room and everyone but Grant stood at attention. “It’s time to move out.” They followed the order and Paul stood below me. “Go ahead and get whatever you need and meet us outside. No reason to work all by yourself in a smelly locker room,” I kneeled down to be eye level and pat him on the shoulder. 

He headed back to his locker. “Don’t worry! I will!”

I shook my head at how happy he sounded. “Just the little things…” I told myself as I headed up to the track. It was always nice to see the guys already starting to warm up. I didn’t even need to tell them what we were doing today and they were more than happy to start getting ready on their own. I guess what Paul said made sense. Maybe they did deserve a fun day. “Alright guys!” I spoke and they all stood up. “Today after you finish your mile we’re going to have a bit of fun. Instead of standard weight training we’ll play a little football.”

“Really!? Did you get Damien to suck your dick?” Scott joked. Damien gave him a swift punch to the arm.

“No?” I laughed. “Didn’t realize that was an option… I’ll have to think about it next time.”

“HEY!” Damien’s face went red. 

“I’m just joking…” I laughed again. “But the faster you guys get the mile done the faster we can actually play! So chop chop.” I smacked Grant’s ass as the other three had already started running. “C’mon man. Pick it up. Unless you want to try talking about what’s bothering you again…”

Instantly Grant started running. I knew it was not the right way to motivate him but it seemed to be the only way he was listening today. Everyone else was listening perfectly but Grant was a good 3 or 4 seconds behind them. It was odd. For some reason I had such high hopes for him and now he seems to just be a distracted mess. 

Paul shortly joined me and sat on the bleachers near me with his little tablet in hand. “It’s such a nice day.” He said staring at the guys running. He clearly enjoyed the site of the three jocks running around without their shirts on. Again, Grant had refused to participate in what the rest of the class was doing. I wasn’t sure why. But he sure was happily trailing right behind Bradly’s thick body the entire time. Even from the stands I could see his thick ass crack hanging out of his shorts as he ran. 

“Sure is…” I said a bit absentmindedly. I played with the football in my hands. It felt so good to just grip it and toss it between my hands. My mind seemed to go blank. 

“Hey! You gonna give us the ball?” Scott shouted at me waking me back up. 

I pulled myself back up and stared down at them. ‘What am I doing up here?’ I jumped down from the bleachers and tossed the ball to Scott. “Guess I can…” I grinned cockily and hopped the fence between the bleachers and track. “So we all playin?” 

“Guess so,” I pulled my jersey off and tossed it against the fence. “But who’s gonna be coach?” I looked at the other four and they all shrugged.

“How about Grant?” Paul shouted from the bleachers.

“I’ll second that,” I tossed an arm up in the air. Grant looked like he was about to say something but didn’t. His eyes shot to the floor. For some reason he seemed a little smaller than usual. He normally came up a little past my shoulders but now he wasn't to them. 'Must just still be growing,' I joked to myself.

Scott tossed the ball at Grant. “Alright then. Let’s get set up,” I shouted. Grant seemed to wake up for a second as Bradly grabbed the ball from him. He bent down showing off his massive ass. 

“Blue forty-two, Blue forty-two, hut, hut, hike!” Bradly shouted. The ball launched to Grant who within those few seconds seemed to have lost where he was again. There was no way he could ever be a starter because he’d always be too focused on the ass bent over in front of him. But he still caught the ball and wound himself up and threw the ball in Scott’s direction. However it came nowhere near where it was supposed to go. Scott had been a good 15 yards further than where the ball landed. Scott held his hands out in confusion as he stared back at us. He jogged back and tossed the ball to me.

“What the hell Coach?” I shouted at Grant who seemed to almost curl up at the confrontation. “Get your head in the game!” I slammed the ball into his chest. He let out a bit of cough as the ball hit him. I'd forgotten just how light he was.

Grant tossed it back to Bradly. Again Bradly shouted out the call. Again Grant seemed to have drifted off to his own little world and nearly drop the ball. And again he threw it a good 30 yards too short. “I’m… I’m… I’m sorry,” he sputtered out as I got closer to him. My body towered over his even as he took a few steps back. He seemed even smaller all of a sudden. His shirt and shorts were far too large for him and clearly getting in the way. 

I stared down at him. He could have easily improved if he just took them off. “You’re the one who wanted to play, right coach?” I said as I tossed the ball to him. He looked so confused as he held it in his hands. Then he dropped it on the ground.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” he shouted as he ran off back into the locker room. It was odd seeing a teacher run away like that. A pit in my stomach started to form as I thought about it a little more. 

Scott, Damien and Bradly joined around me. “Not cool man…” Scott said. “I think you took it too far…” 

“Yeah. You’d better go apologize or something cause I want to be able to play football again,” Damien added.

“Yeah… Yeah,” I waved my hand acting like I didn’t care. But all I could think about was how they were right. I trotted on back to gym realizing what an ass I probably sounded like. I stood outside the door. I could hear someone laughing.

“You’re the one who did this to me?” Grant sounded awful. His voice cracked as he raised his voice. 

“Of course I did asshole! Why wouldn’t I?” Paul laughed. I pulled myself past the door of the locker room. They seemed to be pretty deep inside so they couldn’t see me. “Now you get to see what it feels like to be like me or Bradly or Adrian or anyone else you picked on.” 

“God damn it… I was going to go places!” I heard Paul’s body get shoved against the lockers. “Change me back! I don’t care about the other guys! But change me back!” 

“Hmmm… Jerk off into Bradly’s jock thinking about him,” Paul said.

“What,” Grant loosened his grip and lowered Paul to the ground. “I’m not gay…” he tried to defend himself. “I’m not gay.” 

There was a bit of a shake in his voice. I couldn’t tell if he was actually considering it or not. We’d just talked about this yesterday. Was he really going to go back on his word? “Go on. That’s why you’re holding his jock. Right? I didn’t even have to tell you to do it. You were going to do it on your own. But now you might get a little something more. That’s what you want to be. Back to a more jock like form?”

Despite being close to the same size as Paul, suddenly Grant seemed so much smaller. It was so weird watching him cower as he gripped the dirty jock strap even tighter. He held it away but it was slowly pulling closer to his nose. His nose twitched as it grew closer. He was already hard. His khakis were pooled around his ankles and I could see his dick pointing straight ahead. 

“Do it,” Paul ordered. Instantly Grant gave in to his urges. He pulled the stained jock against his nose and fell back into the lockers behind him. One hand held the jock against his face while the other one stroked his shaft. He was going at a feverish pace, falling all the way to the ground. His legs had given out from the sudden bliss of the experience. He closed his eyes and leaned all of his weight against the locker behind him. For a second he opened his eyes to wrap Bradly’s jock around his dick. It was only a second of pause before he picked up the pace again. The fabric seemed to send him into overdrive as his feet slid across the concrete floor. Deep primal grunts escaped his mouth as he came closer and closer. And then his little body bounced. Sheer bliss painted across his face. His mouth sagged and eyes drooped just barely conscience of the world around him. 

Grant let out a satisfied sigh as more of the jock became coated in his fluids. Paul stood over him, looking satisfied with himself. “Good,” he grinned as he pulled his tablet out. He started typing something into it. Paul slowly started to come to again. But feeling the jock in his hand, made his dick jump. 

He tried to fight it off, but it ended up resting near his face again. “Are you going to change me back?” he asked. 

“Ehh… Sure, I'll change you to your old jock self,” Paul said. He stopped looking at tablet and stared at Coach. It was weird. Like something felt like it was different but my mind wouldn’t wrap around it completely. 

Coach stood up from his recent debacle. He looked down at his arms, running his hands through the forest of hair. “This isn’t right…” he muttered to himself as he stared at his body. It was like it was first time he’d ever seen it. But for as long as I’d known him he’d always been the 6’3” mountain of a man. Thick beard that went down to his heavy chest. Thick legs built to hold his massive weight. The only thing that ever seemed to change was his belly rounding out just ever so slightly more each year. It wasn’t too big yet but with a white beard he would have looked like an incredibly buff Santa Clause. “This isn’t right,” he barked again.

“What? I said you’d be back to your old jock self. Don’t act like I’m a liar,” Paul smiled.

Coach didn’t wait a second as he slammed Paul into the locker. It looked like it hurt but Paul didn’t lose his smile. “Don’t fuck with me!” I couldn’t stand it anymore. I ran over and pulled him off Paul. Despite his size I was still bigger. I was stronger. I pushed him against the locker as Paul caught his breath. 

“DAD! Stop! You can’t do this! And you said you wouldn’t do that again!” I pointed down at his hand with the jockstrap in it. He looked at his hand loosening it.

“What did you call me?” tears welled up in his eyes.

“I mean coach. Coach,” I repeated it trying to fix my mistake. “Coach, you said you wouldn’t do this anymore.” I pulled the jock out of his hand. 

He wasn’t looking at me anymore. His eyes went wide. “I… I need to go,” he forced himself to say. 

“Coach. Wait!” I tried to stop him but found my body couldn’t move.

Paul had somehow wormed his way underneath my arm. “I didn’t realize Coach Harris was your dad,” he stared up at me smiling.