Seducing Assistant Coach Travis
Assistant Coach Travis let out a sigh as he glanced at his watch; he was running late, as usual. Finishing up lesson plans for the following week had taken longer than he’d anticipated, and now his girlfriend was going to be pissed. He didn’t like working late on Fridays, but it was important to make a good impression with Coach Ryerson as the football season came to an end. Travis had worked with the older man for almost a full year, and the two got along great; Ryerson had even advocated for Travis to get a full-time teaching position with the College, which Travis was desperate for.
Travis stood up from the small desk he’d been seated behind for the last five hours, stretching out his back. He was in his early thirties, with wavy bleach blonde hair and a toned, muscular body that would make any man jealous. He followed a strict diet and was on a rigorous daily workout schedule, treating his body like the temple that it was.
“Working late?” A voice called from the doorway of the office. Startled, Travis looked up to see Ryerson standing before him, wearing a tight black jockstrap and nothing else.
“Oh, hey Coach,” Travis said in greeting, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulders, “I’m just finishing up for the night. I wanted to finish up the lesson plans for next week before the weekend. I know how you like to be prepared.”
“You’re such a hard worker, Travis,” Ryerson smirked. He slid one of his hands down, gripping his member through the jockstrap, “You need to remember to have some fun every now and then.”
Travis frowned, looking at Ryerson in confusion. Was Ryerson drunk? He’d never seen the man act like this before. And why was he practically naked? Still, Travis didn’t want to give the man too hard of a time, especially when Ryerson had done a lot of favours for him in the past.
“I’ll definitely make sure to enjoy the weekend,” Travis nodded in agreement. He was eager to get out of the office and head home, leaving this strange encounter behind him.
“Do you want to have some fun with me, Travis?” Ryerson asked, sliding down his jockstrap and revealing his massive python of a cock.
Travis opened his mouth to object, but found no words coming out. He could sense that something was wrong, but he was strangely attracted to the naked man before him. He could feel his own dick start to harden as he ogled Ryerson’s beefy body, his gaze lingering on Coach’s thick, long erection that was already leaking pre. Ryerson slowly approached Travis until the two men were face to face, leaning in and brushing their lips together. As they started to kiss, Travis wrapped his arms around Coach, rubbing his mentor’s broad shoulders and squeezing his meaty pecs.
Ryerson pushed Travis up against the desk in the classroom, grinding his cock up against Travis’ crotch. With Coach’s help, Travis quickly pulled off his own muscle shirt and gym shorts, so he was now only in a pair of tight white boxer briefs. Coach slid his hand into Travis’ boxers, gripping his cock while they continued to kiss.
Travis’ mind was racing as he struggled to come to terms with what was happening. Travis had never questioned his sexuality, confident that he was 100% straight. He knew Ryerson was gay and had no problem with that, but the two men hadn’t had any sexual chemistry in their time working together. Yet here Travis was, passionately making out with his boss while practically naked. Part of him was trying to pull away, but Ryerson’s touch felt too good for Travis to stop.
Ryerson pulled Travis’ boxers down and spun the younger man around, gently bending him over the desk.
“Time for the real fun to begin,” Ryerson growled.
Ryerson slowly slid the tip of his member into Travis’ hole, eliciting a loud moan from Travis. Travis had never been penetrated before; feeling another man’s cock up his ass was an entirely new, alien sensation. Travis had to admit to himself he found the feeling to be pleasurable. Ryerson slid more of his member into Travis with each thrust until he was balls deep inside him. Travis was stroking himself off while Ryerson fucked him, amazed at how good he felt. Ryerson let out a masculine, animalistic grunt as he erupted inside Travis, while Travis came shortly after.
Ryerson slid out of Travis, both men panting heavily. Ryerson bent over and grabbed his jockstrap off the floor, handing it over to Travis.
“Put that on,” Ryerson commanded.
Travis took the jockstrap from the other man. It was damp to the touch, soaked in Ryerson’s sweat and semen. The thought of wearing another man’s used underwear was disgusting, but he felt compelled to do as Ryerson ordered. The longer he held it, the more alluring the jockstrap became; he wanted to wear his boss’ dirty underpants.
After a moment of hesitation, Travis found the urge too strong to deny. He reasoned that there was no harm in just quickly trying the jockstrap on. Trembling in excitement, Travis hurriedly pulled the jockstrap up his legs and over his cock and balls. He had to admit, the jock looked good on him. And it made him feel really good.
“Looks good on you, Travis,” Ryerson nodded in approval.
Travis felt a sudden pulse of energy engulf him, radiating out from the jockstrap. The feeling of power enveloping him was so strong that he nearly lost his footing, stumbling forward and supporting himself on Ryerson’s shoulders. Unbeknownst to Travis, he had already started to change, growing shorter. He had been 6’6, but he shrunk down, settling in at a new height of 6’1. He was now eye to eye with Ryerson, previously towering over the other man. Before he even had a chance to react, Travis noticed that his muscles were starting to shrink as well; his massive, veiny biceps and broad pecs dwindled away before his very eyes. His thick tree trunk thighs and muscled calves slimmed down as well while his tight ass started to plump up and round out. Travis still had a muscled and defined bod, but it was a fraction of the size he had been mere seconds ago.
While Travis was checking out his new body, he began to swell up with fat instead of muscle. He watched in a mixture of lust and despair as a soft padding of fat grew atop his muscles, taking away his definition. His pecs bulged forwards and drooped, packing on additional pounds. He found his chiseled abs smoothing over before bulging into a round little muscle gut. The light treasure trail of curly blonde hair on his chest thickened and darkened as it spread to cover his pecs and stomach. Similar dark brown hairs sprouted from his legs and arms, which had been previously smooth.
The tingling sensation focused in around Travis’ groin, and Travis moaned in pleasure as he felt his member grow even harder. His cock was rock hard, enlarging in both thickness and length. Travis’ balls swelled to the size of oranges as his pubic hair grew darker and coarser. The feeling of euphoria was too much for Travis and he felt his dick erupt in cum, his semen mixing with the cum that the jock was already drenched in. Travis’ facial features shifted as he aged and his curly blonde hair grew straighter, shortening into a dark brown crew cut with streaks of silver. His mind clouded as his personality was overwritten, finalizing his transformation into Coach Ryerson.
The original Coach Ryerson admired the clone standing before him, his cock still erect from watching his sexy young assistant transform into him. His new twin smirked at the original, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss.
“That was awesome,” Both Coaches exclaimed in unison, already excited at the prospect of changing more people into him.
