Coach Jones 04

The workout Scott had just had felt so good. Feeling the blood flowing through his body so early in the morning was something he wasn’t used to. Excluding days he had class, there wasn’t a time he was up before noon. And even those days he threatened to skip. Class just never felt that good. And now that he was so big, classes seemed even less relevant. All he wanted to do was go workout in the gym again. Feel his muscles push and pull those heavy weights. 

A grin crossed his face as he waddled through campus. His muscles were too big to do anything else. With each step he could feel them rubbing against each other making it near impossible to walk without one. People naturally moved out of his way. With his size just bumping into him would be a mistake. Not because he was about to fight them, but simply because he was an unmovable object. If anything they would just bounce off his hard body, hurting themselves more than him.

‘Damn…’ Scott gloated in his mind. ‘I’m so big,’ he flexed his arm as a reflex. ‘I can’t believe this. Little Kenny’s going to love this. He’s going to love how swole I look. I wonder what he’s going to do to me…’ He wondered. His chest flexed in the sleeveless shirt. Blood flowed through his body making him look even more pumped as his dick hardened. ‘But what about football?’ Scott asked himself. He was still concerned about not being able to play. 

He kept walking back to Kenny’s dorm, but paused. There was something that he’d just thought that wasn’t right. He couldn’t remember what it was though. It’s not like he wanted to be the size of a kicker again. Being just around 200 pounds didn’t ever feel as good as what he felt now. He needed to be bigger. ‘But how..?’ he mulled over what coach had been telling him. ‘You become whatever he wants you to become.’

“That’s it!” Scott accidentally shouted out lout, scaring a few people passing him. However something in the back of his mind was telling him that wasn’t it. That there was something other than football that he would want to change. It was just an inkling in the back of his mind. He brushed it off as he saw the door to their dorm room. “Mornin’…” he whispered as he entered the room. 

Kenny was still under the covers. He jostled a little bit and returned a half-hearted, “morning,” as well. “How was your workout?”

“Good. Good,” he pulled his massive body under the covers. With a gentle nudge, Kenny moved further into the bed giving him just a little bit more room so he could fit on the mattress with him. 

Scott’s hand wrapped around the other guy and pulled him against his hard body. His muscles tightened. Kenny squirmed at the sudden sensation but quickly relaxed into his arms. “So…” he started off. It was a light whisper into Kenny’s ear. “I was talking to Coach… And he was saying how he needed another linebacker on the team.”

“Really?” Kenny maneuvered around in Scott’s grasp, turning himself towards his big pecs. He nuzzled against the two massive slates of meat. “He never told me that…” Kenny yawned.

“That’s cause I was just talking to him today,” Scott tried to keep his lie going. However he didn’t realize that Kenny shouldn’t have had any reason to talk to Coach Jones. Scott was just too focused to think about it. “He was telling me how he really needed a linebacker. But I may have had the size but I still wasn’t built right for it.”

“Oh…?” Kenny was starting to wake up a little bit. Scott could feel his dick pressing up against his thigh. The hard 6 and half inches ran up and down his leg. “He was telling you that?”

“Yeah,” Scott lied again. “He was saying how good of a fit I’d be but I’d have to get bigger. Can’t really go out on the field with this body…”

“Do you not like this body?” Kenny asked. His little hands ran over each clearly cut contour of Scott’s body. He traced Scott’s sensitive nipple. Scott’s body jerked. The two inches in his underwear comes to life as he tries to maintain his composure. 

However, when Kenny’s hand grips his tiny dick he lets out a deep gasp. His hand was the only thing that ever made him feel like he was average size. Everything on him was so big that whenever he tried to grip his own dick he could barely even use a finger and thumb. But Kenny’s palm was able to nearly fit around it. “I-I-I…” Scott stammered.

“Or is it that you want to get bigger?” Kenny kept an almost cold stare. There was a slight grin as he taunted the bigger guy. “Huh?” he added a kiss to the side of Scott’s face. 

“It’s just… Fuck…” Scott was still trying to keep his mind together as he was being groped. So many sparks were flying off in his mind as Kenny touched him. “I mean… I just love football man. I’ve always loved it more than anything. I just don’t want to give it up… Can I please… Can I still play? Please...” 

Kenny’s hands started to work a little faster. Scott didn’t mean to sound like he was begging but he was too distracted by his dick in the other man’s hand to sound confident about it. Kenny just grinned. “So you just want to be bigger,” he moved closer and positioned himself behind Scott’s massive body. Scott naturally took his position on his stomach and pushed his ass up into the air. His dick was hard and ass checks spread wide. “You’re already so big though…”

“But I could be bigger…”

“You could.” Kenny got onto his knees and pushed a finger against his hole. Scott instantly lost all of his strength and fell face first into the bed. His mouth opened wide. Drool dripped onto the soft sheets. “You could be so much bigger. A lineman? Is that what you said? Those guys are like 300 pounds. 300 solid pounds of muscle.” He paused watching the muscular brute squirm underneath his touch. “With a bit of fat. But you’d be so much bigger…” Kenny’s finger dug a little deeper, opening him up. He twisted it. Teasing the giant a little bit more.

“Mmmhhmm…” Scott moaned into the pillow. There was a bit of a battle waging in his mind. Part of him was so happy to be a bodybuilder sized guy. The thousands of likes on social media with girls and guys sending him even more complements, or jealous insults. But he still wanted to play football. He still wanted to be on that field. A stadium full of people cheering his team on. The feeling may have been spread through his entire team but he didn’t mind it all that much. 

“Alright then,” Kenny laid his light body over Scott’s. His hands rounded around Scott’s massive lats and his dick up to his asshole. For a second Scott tightened up but then let himself go loose again. Kenny’s dick pressed hard against his backside. Scott bit into the pillow, trying to ease the sensation. Even if he wanted it so badly, there was a bit of tension as Kenny slide into him. “You want to be a lineman. A big sexy football player. I can get with that,” Kenny pressed harder into Scott’s asshole. 

Scott grinned at the prospect. His plan was working. He didn’t expect it to go off so well but he figured Kenny just wanted someone bigger than him. He could already feel the weight being added to his already giant frame. 270 pounds. Muscles were bulging further out. 280 pounds. His legs, arms and torso stretched longer, but didn’t lose any of their size. 290 pounds. His giant hands gripped the sheets. 300 pounds. He felt his body stiffen and release onto the bed beneath him.

Kenny didn’t stop though. His motion just picked up. It’s not like Scott was about to stop him. Just feeling his small body ram up against him felt so good. He felt himself getting hard again just thinking about the other man fucking him. He bit into the pillow again, accepting it. Then Kenny’s body thrust harder than usual. It lost its rhythmic pattern. But he felt his insides have a warm liquid splash around. Kenny’s body went limp on his back. He leaned all his weight onto Scott’s back, giving him a hug.

As Scott’s strength returned he could feel his body rotate, allowing Kenny to rest back on his bed. It had already been a fairly tight squeeze but now it would have been near impossible to fit Scott on any of the dorms beds, had they not scooted the two together. He looked around the room seeing a football uniform on the ground. Instead of bodybuilder posters, there were numerous football players lining the walls. He scratched his belly as hair rapidly grew on it. Hair he’d always shaved off his face, grew instantly, giving the rounder shape more angles. 

“Better?” Kenny asked as he nuzzled against his back. The small guy’s dick was still hard against his back.

Scott just pushed his hefty body against it. “Yeah…” he grinned to himself. Now he’d be ready for the football game on Friday. And then he could rub it all in Coach Jones’ face that he was still able to get what he wanted.