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I was doing fine until one of my former teammates, (Tim an incoming freshman) who was all gung-ho about wrestling, ratted me out to Coach. Once classes started Coach was after me to come to tryouts and after a couple weeks of hounding I reluctantly agreed. I showed up in shorts and t-shirt because all my singlets were at home.

I walked into the gym and was greeted by the senior team. I thought I was walking into a natural bodybuilding contest where all the guys were wearing singlets. Of course Tim told them who I was and they looked up my record. They assumed I would immediately be on the team. I hadn’t wrestled in almost two years so I warned them I was out of shape. I easily took down Tim and most of the junior team members that were pitted against me while Coach and the senior team watched from the bleachers. It wasn’t hard to spot Coach. First he wasn’t wearing a singlet and second the tall man was a mountain of muscle. We’re talking 25 inch arms, a massive chest, and shoulders three feet wide that tapered down to a small waist. Gigantic legs!

I guess there were twenty to thirty guys trying out some of which wouldn’t have made it on my high school team. I had explained to Coach that I couldn’t stay to the end because I had a lab class at 6pm yet he frowned and shook his head when I left. I had to shower and change yet he somehow expected me to stay until 6pm.

A couple days later I went to his office to tell him thanks but no thanks to his offer for me to join the senior team. I loved wrestling but I just didn’t have the time because of my class load. There was a note on his door telling the senior team to report to the weight room instead of the mats. I had ramped up my courage for the refusal and I didn’t want to lose steam by going back to the dorm to study. This would nag at me if I didn’t get it done. With determination I headed to the weight room. I had never been in the team weight room and as I understood it the equipment and the building had been donated by alumni for the exclusive use of the athletic department. It had shower facilities as well as a private entrance so you didn’t have to go through the gym to get there.

As I pushed the door open I could smell the sweat and man musk left on the practice mats along one wall. The room was huge and it looked like the inside of Gold’s gym minus the treadmills and the TV screens. There was one other difference that I didn’t see right away; the size and quantity of the free weights. The gym was quiet so I guess I missed the practice. I could see some weight machines beyond the free weights and I wondered if Coach had another office in the gym or if they were having a pep talk in the locker room. Maybe they were gone or maybe they were in a meeting room. The locker room was steamy but empty. The meeting room was dark and locked. I looked but couldn’t find an office. Then I heard a grunt and the sounds of metal riding on metal and then a primal yell before weights ringing at the bottom of a stroke. I followed the sound for rep after rep until I found Coach folded in half on a leg machine.

“Well McNally, did you make a decision?” Coach said without looking at me. Why do Coaches always use your last name? He squeezed out one more rep but halted a foot from the top of the stroke. His legs were trembling until I put one finger on the sled. He growled and finished the stroke and slowly let it down.

“I counted ten reps plus one Coach,” I said to compliment him.

“Third set McNally,” he answered. Now I was really impressed.

“Practice over? I don’t see anyone else in the building.”

“How did you get in here? The doors were set to lock at 8pm.”

“Two minutes after eight Coach,” I said looking at my watch. “Because I plan to finish my pre-med courses in three years I find that I can’t justify being part of the team.” Damn I was trembling inside speaking to Coach so frankly. Fuck, from what I read in sexy stories this was like refusing to do what an alpha expected of you. Coach nodded.

“You have talent and tenacity; a stubborn determination to win. I bet you wouldn’t hesitate to take me on,” he smiled. “What if I challenged you to a friendly match?”

“Weight class difference Coach,” I chuckled. “Yeah you’re right though. I took on bigger guys just not as big as you.”

“Yeah but I’ve been working out for three hours. I’m in a weakened state.”

“Big weight class difference.” “Afraid you’ll lose?” he chuckled. “If you change your mind…”

“About the team or about wrestling you Coach,” I grinned. He walked over to a mat and assumed the starting position. Kneeling up he stripped off his shirt and peeled off his tennis shoes and his socks. He put his thumbs in his shorts and smiled. “Nude Olympic wrestling anybody?” he chuckled before he resumed the starting position.

“I don’t have a chance Coach plus I’m not dressed for a match,” I said as I moved closer.

“Nude then,” I laughed knowing he was using his alpha personality to change my mind. “Should I order you onto the mat?” he asked as he stood and walked up to me.

“Sir?”

“I have thrown down the gauntlet, do you accept or will you disappoint me?” he asked as he put a hand on my shoulder.

“Coach,” I pleaded as I stepped out of my shoes. He lifted off my shirt and I lowered my pants. Fortunately I was wearing a jock. Wearing a jock instead of briefs was a habit I acquired in high school.

It was no surprise when I got pinned by Coach in less than 20 seconds. With a smirk Coach maintained the headlock he had on me between his boulder-like arms and his huge pecs. Moments after he finally released me, I realized that Coach had managed to rub his dank pit sweat all over my face and neck. I sat on the mat contemplating Coach’s quick humiliating pin. Fuck, I’ll have to shower before going to study in the library.

“Beginners luck,” I postured knowing that one arm draped across my chest could pin me to the mat for points. I pinned him fairly but he didn’t shift his weight to get out of the hold. Points McNally, cha-ching. We began to sweat harder and I slipped away from his hold a couple times. I could tell his long workout had given me some advantage. Finally he pinned me with my hands over my head by using somebody body weight and his overwhelming strength. His arm pit was just under my nose. I inhaled and struggled to lift my right arm. He moved up and effectively rubbed my face in his pit.

“Enjoying my cologne McNally?” he asked as he leaned over to bury my nose deep in his pit as I gasped to catch my breath. He released my hand and began flexing his beefy bicep while pinning me in place with his chest. “I marked you with my smell,” he chuckled. “You don’t get to wash it off, not yet. Not until you eat out my pits which will cause you to start making this stuff on your own. Right now, you’re nothing. Your body is weak and useless, when it should be huge like mine. But because I chose you, we’re fixing that right now. Once I’m finished with you, your balls are gonna be brimming with jock juice, and they’ll be pumping testosterone into your body and your brain. After the changes you’ll look like one of the senior team; bigger and better than Johnston and you’ll smell like one of us too.”

“Coach please…” I moaned.

“Worried about being a jock and losing your brain power? I have seen this process double brain power. Soon your balls will start to feel warm and heavy, and a sensation like static electricity starts to build up inside them. Your dick will get hard and almost double in length.” Sweat started to drip off my hot face and my heart was beating a mile a minute. Pulses of electricity spread out all over my body, down my legs, up my abs to my chest and out along my arms, to my lats, to my back, and finally to my neck. Coach moved over and presented the other dripping pit. A shot of electricity traveled directly from my balls to my head. To describe what was happening in my brain is impossible but it felt like the nerve pathways in my brain were dilating and growing like a swollen river.  

Heat and electricity consumed my whole body as each muscle began to tense, twitch, and grow uncontrollably. For what seems like an eternity my brain was filled with thought. Information that I read was connecting with what I learned in class and everything was becoming clear. I had instant recall of every book I ever read, every lecture I attended, and every conversation I heard or overheard. I could read my memories like I was holding the book. I could search a key word in my brain like a computer does.

Instinct kicked in and I began to not only lick his pits, I began to lick the sweat on his chest and suck in his tiny nipples.

“Ah yes, it is time,” Coach said as he ripped off his jock. He sat on my chest and let his pre-cum drip onto my lips. I opened and sucked in the tip of his cock as a feeling of euphoria erupted in my brain and seemed to cement all the changes that took place up there. He pulled his shaft free and turned to face my feet so he could rip off my jock and bend over to suck my cock too.

I had an overwhelming need to feed so with great effort I lifted my arms and took his nearly foot long cock down my throat. I could see his considerable balls throbbing and churning. Deep groans came from his chest as I used my throat muscles to swallow along his buried rod. The pulses of electricity radiating out all over my body seemed to slow as if they were meeting greater and greater resistance. Each pulse was growing huge hard muscle everywhere on my body and as they slowed there was less growth. Then parts of my body were no longer getting the shocks but places like my pecs, back, biceps, and triceps the pulses stayed strong.

I was getting closer and closer to cumming and my building orgasm curtailed the electrical shocks. Loud groans were coming from Coach and his balls constricted as he opened his lips and yelled out in orgasmic fulfillment. Seconds later my cock was pumping cum into his mouth or throat, I knew not which.

My body convulsed and as I looked down my pecs and arms they seemed to come into sharper focus. I swallowed more of his cum and my skin got tighter and tighter against my muscles. Lean and mean McNally, I thought. Coach rolled off to the side on the mat spread eagle on his back. My eyes raked over his naked body and I felt my cock stiffen again. He stood and offered me a hand up. The gym was spinning and I couldn’t walk straight. My limbs felt so heavy as Coach led me to the shower room. I assumed my blood sugar was low because I couldn’t think straight or at least nothing was making sense. Coach washed us and then he led me into the locker room where I found myself staring at the massive, finely-tuned… jock… amateur bodybuilder… heavyweight wrestler… buff and cut body in the mirror, and it wasn’t Coach. He stood behind me looking over my shoulder. I seem to remember he was a head taller than me when I walked in.

“You’re on the team McNally,” Coach said as his hard prick pressed against my ass crack.

“I know Coach,” I smiled. “Study time is now wrestling practice.”

“I could finish this now but you’ll be too heavy to wrestle.” His cock was thrusting in my ass crack and soon he shot a load of cum on me. “In a couple years before medical school… I’ll do it… I’ll fuck you and you could turn out bigger than me. Right now I need you to lead the team to the championships. You might even go to the Olympics.”

I flexed my arms and thought they were perfect. There was a subtle pit cologne just like Coach had.

Coach gave me some sweats to wear until I could go out and get some new clothes. Luckily it was Friday night and I had all weekend to shop for clothes that fit me. My growth spurt from 5’11” to 6’6” was soon accepted by classmates. The sweats I wore hid a lot of the muscle until the spring but by then everyone knew I lifted weights regularly so they easily accepted my 270 pound rock hard physique. Two years later I entered medical school at 320 pounds with 8% body fat. I actually had arms like Coach but my waist was smaller. Continuing my education at the same place allowed Coach and I to do the nasty regularly.

It turns out there have been others that responded to Coach’s transforming juices like I did and every now and then we get together for an alumni party/fund raiser/ muscle orgy. Just the interest alone on the fund for Coach and the team is a quarter million dollars a year so if Coach needs a new bus or new equipment for the gym or even a few more wrestling scholarships, the money is there for him.

A few years ago I looked up Tim to thank him for hooking me up with Coach and getting me on the team. One thing led to another and he was eating the stink out of my pits. Instinctively I knew what to do but it scared the crap out of me when Tim’s body began to expand and pack on muscle. His body fat burned away and he looked trim and fit again like one of Coach’s senior wrestlers. I mentioned it to Coach and he just smiled.

“Welcome to the club,” he smiled.