The first thing Derek Hale smelled was musk, so much that it was overwhelming like a jockstrap was in his face or a sweaty towel from a post-game shower. Ever since he and Stiles had left Beacon Hills, it never stopped the thought of the supernatural being around, even if it came about with dealing Derekâs transformations every full moon.
However, whether it was because Derek was the only one that wasnât busying his day studying at college or paranoia they pulled with him from his hometown, he just couldnât let go that there was always something strange going on. Even when Stiles tried to calm him down, telling him nothing weird was going on at campus, Derek found it hard to agree with him.
Last weekâs findings brought him to the college fraternity, where he sensed something off with how one of the jocks smelled and even more so when he asked Stiles about the student.
âOh yeah thatâs Greg, though I think he has some stupid nickname now like Big G or something,â Stiles explained while he was mulling over some lecture notes. Derek scoffed.
âBig G?â Derek glanced over his shoulder where Stiles was still disinterestedly murmuring, tapping their pen on their notepad.Â
âYeah I dunno, I never hung out with him much. He seemed cool but then out of nowhere he started hitting the gym, next semester I saw him and now heâs one of the frat guys. Why?â
Derek opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped the words realising that the last thing Stiles wanted to focus on was another one of his conspiracies. In the months since they had left the town together, nothing bad had happened to them.
The only time something did happen was when they went back, almost frozen into stone statues. He saw the way Stiles was hunched over, tense and rigid as they were focused only on their notes. He waited for a while staring at his boyfriend before realising they werenât even gonna ask what he was gonna say. Stiles was far from interested and even if he was, clearly worrying about some guy he barely knew wasnât high on the priority list.
Sometimes Derek wondered if there was something, if there was some proof of supernatural happenings, that something was going on, would Stiles even care? If it wasnât threatening them or anyone else, would he want to find out more? He knew of a Stiles who suspected someone on his lacrosse team of being a lycanthrope and doing everything to find out why, just because.
But the Stiles that was with him, didnât seem to pay attention to that sort of thing, especially since he enrolled in college, something he was adamant about. When the two of them set off out of Beacon Hills to build up their life together, he really meant it. Derek did too, he just never realised how much the supernatural was his life, regardless of whether he wanted it to be or not.
It was at this moment he realised just how pivotal his choices were. He could either pursue it, see why there was such a change in Greg, the man who smelledâŠdistinct, different, the unmistakable scent of magic. But he could also abandon it. He looked to Stiles and knew that the choice was already made for him. He had to keep Stiles safe, at least thatâs what Derek told himself and he knew he would have to investigate.
That was why not even two days later, he was stalking through the campus, having followed Greg to the campus gym. Part of him thought the man might have noticed him following, but it was clear from his goofy demeanour that there wasnât a care in the world or a thought behind those eyes.
He just had to figure out if that was something they were naturally likeâŠor if something else caused it. A few moments later, Gregâs magical scent was snuffed out by musk.
There was so much that it was hard to think it was suspicious, but it was more potent than any of the gyms or places where plenty of musk would emanate from. There was something different in the locker room and it made Derek almost dizzy as he looked around. He thought that perhaps it was a spell or some sort of curse or even glamour potion, just something the man was doing to pull off such a huge change in his body.
But from what he could see, Greg was seriously working out. Though it didnât snuff out all of Derekâs senses. He narrowed his eyes as he watched them doing bench presses. He sighed and backed away, realising what he was doing.
The hell is wrong with you Derek? You find out a guy is totally normal ifâŠ
Derek raised a brow and looked at Greg who was starting to struggle with the settings on a treadmill. A little slowâŠand youâre disappointed? He shook his head and sighed. Stiles was right, there was nothing going on or if there was, he should have just let it all alone. Perhaps that scent of âmagicâ was all in his head, clearly his nose wasnât as good as it used to if it was overwhelmed by the musk in a locker room. He went to leave when his ears pricked up suddenly at the sound of something behind him. If he turned around and saw someone, he would have dismissed it as nothing.
But he could definitely sense some breathing, that someoneâŠor something was in the locker room and for some reason they chose to hide. His eyes scanned the room, trying to see if he could sense where they were, but they had gone silent, holding their breath and the musk around was too distracting for him to properly focus.
âHello?â Derek asked to nobody in particular. It was a stupid move but the only one he could play, even if it was in a game that he already told himself he should have never started to begin with. It was probably nothing, he told himself, even if it felt like a lie just to make himselfâŠand in some way Stiles, feel better. Derek went to walk out of the locker room and back out the gym when he heard it again, some sort of movement, some breathing. He turned around at once. âAlright Iâm not gonna-â
Thatâs when it happened. Though it was hard to say what was it to begin with. All of a sudden, quicker than the werewolf could even react to, there was a tugging. His body was grasped by something, a heavy limb over chest, grappling him, yanking him back. If he just had a moment, he would have been able to use his strength to break out of the grip, but thatâs when something was clasped over him. It was only when he realised just how much stronger the musk had become, that he realised it was a sweaty jockstrap.
The musk was so overwhelming that it suddenly made him almost melt in the strangerâs grasp, eyes flaring wide in surprise at what was happeningâŠand how good it felt. How much it took over his senses. How it made everything feel soâŠweak and distant, like he was suddenly plunged into a dream with the same force of a tidal wave swallowing him whole. Derekâs senses, usually sharp and alert, felt dulled to the point of uselessness.
Every instinct screamed at him to fight back, but his muscles wouldnât cooperate.
He tried to fight back even still, tried to overcome the malaise that invaded his senses and tried to fight back. But there was nothing that was working. Even as he managed to muster his arms to push back, all he could do was moan as he tried to thrash around in the manâs grasp. His nails started to sharpen into claws, the wide eyes of surprise soon forming the deep red eyes of his lycanthropy and he felt hair threaten to swell from his skin.
But the grip on him tightened and he heard a chuckle before a deep voice shushed him, forcing Derek into some state of calm as he continued to try and activate his powers. Derek tried to focus, tried to pull himself out of the fog. The musk was oppressive, flooding his lungs, his mind, every corner of his being.
He couldnât tell if it was magic or something else entirely, but it was potent.
âLooks like someone sniffed out the wrong trail,â a deep, mocking voice whispered into his ear, the heat of their breath brushing against his skin. Derek tried again to do anything he could to beat them back, but all he could do was let out a whimper, a grunt that sounded suspiciously too much like a groan as the man continued to chuckle. âYou donât know me, but I know youâŠnow why are you trying to stalk one of my newâŠproteges?â
The man asked, his deep voice sounded like one used to giving out commands, like he was a drill sergeantâŠor a coach.Â
âW-What the hell?!â That was all Derek could say and the man chuckled like it was a reasonable question.Â
âRelax,â the voice continued, the tone almost playful but with a sinister edge. âYouâre not going anywhere boy. Not until weâve had a little chatâŠyou see my nameâs Coach ColtonâŠâ
The jockstrap was removed and Derek could finally breathe again, even if the oppressive heavy scent of the musk still lingered in the air, making his legs wobble as he was spun around. âAnd youâre going to be my new star player.
âWh-â Derek only saw the man for a second, a tall burly hunk of a man that he had seen somewhere before, perhaps on campus or on the college website.
Coach Colton towered over him, his presence almost suffocating, exuding an air of authority mixed with something far darker. His broad shoulders, thick arms, and piercing green eyes carried the weight of someone who wasnât just in charge but knew exactly how to control others.
He even had the body of someone who seemed ex-military, his thick muscles and those heavy pecs that looked like they would spill out of his tight compression shirt. The shorts that clung to the manâs quads and the boots that even looked like heavy military boots. But that was all Derek could see for just a flash before the man stuck his tongue down his throat, pushing Derek up against the lockers and for once, making the man groan before he pulled away. Derek bared his teeth, acting as if he pushed Coach Colton away.
âY-You fuck! The hell was that?! W-Who are you? What did you do to Greg? I could smell the magic yâknow, if you think y-yo-ohhgh-â
Derek suddenly clutched his stomach.
Coach Colton just clapped slowly, chuckling as he looked the man over.
âFeeling alright there? See I saw you snooping on my latest pro- I meanâŠmy protege, sure I can tell you the truth since you wonât understand it anyway.â Coach Colton gloated as he took a step closer, Derek managed to stumble away, beginning to grunt as he broke into a sweat.
âW-What do youâŠmean? What-What did youâŠdo to me?â Derek grunted as he glanced down, seeing his bulge beginning to growâŠand then throb with a life of its own. His nails that were still sharp claws began to recede and though he couldnât see it, the heat behind his eyes, the red glow began to dim.
âYou wanna know what I really did to Greg? Nothing he didnât ask for. The kid wanted to be stronger, faster, better. All I did was⊠give him the tools.â He leaned in closer, his grin widening. The coach looked more a wolf in that moment than Derek ever did. âThe same tools Iâm giving you.âÂ
âW-What do you-you mean broooo?â Almost like a howl to the moon, Derek moaned out the last word before he clasped a hand over his mouth, shocked before the sound of wet churning flush caught his attention and the sensation of his sensitive bulge practically rutting against his inner thigh. âWhat the fuck did I just say you bast-baâŠâ
âAw come on, sound it outâŠboy.â
At that Derek moaned, not one that was out of any pain or pressure but one purely concocted of pleasure, his voice more airy. It was the kind of moan that he only shared with Stiles in the bedroom and just like then, it made him blush, all the heat behind his eyes now resided in his cheeks. Coach Colton gave a command. Derekâs body couldnât help but answer.
âBroooooâŠâ Derekâs cock flared once more, the foreskin now pulled back as the sensitive head rubbed against the inside of his boxers and the sensation alone made him whimper.Â
âI find the best way to help men isâŠto work it like a computer. Was never good at those things butâŠto make space for something new, you have to get rid of something. To make space for you to be one of my boysâŠâ Coach Colton grabbed Derekâs bulge. âWe have to get rid of something oldâŠlike sayâŠyour old self.â
âN-No you caaahhnnt-â Derek didnât have a choice but to gyrate into Coach Coltonâs touch as he could feel the man pin him against the gym lockers and kiss him.
There was a sharpness to the kisses, rough from the spectre of a beard that brushed against his skin as the man continued to trail kisses down his neckâŠthen his body and then suddenly to his cock. He didnât cum, not yet, wanting to hold onto himself in case Coach Colton was telling the truth. But there was nothing he could do from whimpering, weakly failing to push at the coach when he felt them pull down his jeans and reveal his cock. He couldnât believe what he was seeing.
HisâŠtransformations into a werewolf could have effects on his genitalia, but nothing like this. Without even so much as a stark change, his cock had clearly grown at least an inch, like it needed to make space, like what Coach Colton was saying was right.
Everything he wasâŠwas starting to trail down into his throbbing sensitive cock.Â
The heat behind his eyes as he tried to shift wasnât just going down to his cheeks, it was trailing down his body like Coach Coltonâs kisses, all the way downâŠto his throbbing cock.Â
Derek wanted to get away but the musk was getting to him and Coach Colton could sense it, but he still had fight in him, making the coach both annoyedâŠand impressed.Â
âHereâŠlet your new coach help you,â the man purred before he kissed the tip of Derekâs cock and all Derek could do was moan in pleasure and see sparks as in an instant his pecs inflated and muscles began to grow.
Like his body was a balloon, it suddenly swelled up like the Hulk in one of those superhero movies Stiles loved to watch, only growing an inch larger but it was noticeable enough and made Derek heavier, suddenly finding it even more difficult to control his body, not used to the ten pounds of muscle that was stacked onto him.
âN-Noohhhh-â Derekâs entire body shuddered, rattling against the lockers. It wasnât just ten pounds of muscles growing but what felt like ten percent of his memories escaping to his balls, inflating too, pumped up with his previous self. Memories of Beacon Hills, of Stiles, of everything that made him who he was, seemed to dissolve into the throbbing pulse of his cock and balls. Each shuddering moan brought with it a faint sense of loss, as if parts of him were being siphoned away into the growing weight between his legs. He didnât even know balls could possibly grow that big, even with whatever magic was being used against him. Coach Colton grinned, his predatory gaze locked onto Derekâs changing form.Â
âThatâs it, boy. Let it all go. You donât need all that baggage weighing you down. Youâre going to be something new, something stronger, one of my star players.â
Something about the approval in the his coachâs voice made him yearn for more. Derek forgot all his plans for resistance, of trying to get Stilesâ help, trying to get anyoneâs help. His body was no longer betraying him but merely responding to the new instincts in his head to listen and obey his coach and thatâs when he could feel that there wasnât just old memories going down to his shaft and swelling balls. But new memories were coming in with every moan, every mutter, every breath that took in more in of the musk that was emanating from both Coach Colton and the room around him, the jockstrap that was gagging him and the huge sweaty muscles he was growing.Â
âBroâŠâ Derekâs voice wasâŠalmost duller, slightly more bassy and almost entirely unrecognizable to him. The word slipped out again, unbidden, like a mantra being forced into his very being. He felt like he had an entirely new accent, one that gave him the voice of a dude bro as he continued to grow with each inhale, each kiss Coach Colton gave to his cock, each spark of pleasure that threatened to spill into his climax. âW-whatâŠare youâŠdoing to me b-brrrr-?â
âGo onâŠsay itâŠâ Coach kissed his cock again.
âBroâŠâ Derek managed to choke out, his voice trembling as his resistance continued to crumble.Â
His pecs swelled first, the flat planes of his chest rounding out into heavy slabs of muscle that pushed against his shirt, stretching the fabric taut. The seams along his shoulders strained and popped as they surged in size, giving him the look of someone who had spent years under heavy weights in the gym. He could even remember what part of the workout helped him gain the stature, the widening shoulders that he needed to be a powerhouse on the football field.
Derekâs arms followed, biceps bulging with every strained breath, veins snaking over his thickening forearms as he could remember working outâŠworking out with Greg. His muscles were no longer scarred and with wounds brought on from supernatural happenings in Beacon Hills but instead were worn from the intense training. The only bruises he sported were the ones he got on the field, crashing into the opposite team as he tackled his way through them to score a touchdown.
âComing along so beautifullyâŠboyâŠâ Coach Colton continued to tease Derekâs cock, letting each kiss cause a spurt of pre-cum to spill out, almost like they were mini orgasms, but still just as impactful as surges of pleasure continued to come out of Derek. âThatâs what Iâm talking about. Big, strong, unstoppable.â
Derek let out a guttural groan as his torso lengthened and thickened, each ridge of his abs carving itself into prominence until they resembled a washboard of pure strength, framing his midsection like armour.
They werenât just for looks.
Derekâs own muscles had been a mixture of working out and blessed with the supernatural strength that meant heâd naturally built up muscles over the years. But the supernatural part of him was fading with the memories of it, replaced instead with dedication and discipline in the gym, playing so well in his school back in Beacon Hills that he scored a sports scholarship to the college as he grew slightly younger.
No longer did he resemble the weary traumatised werewolf in his late twenties but instead reverted back to being 21 as more scars of his previous life were smoothed over. A couple of grey hairs reverted back to their usual dark.
âSuch a good boy for meâŠon the fieldâŠâÂ
âM-Mmmf-â Derek wasnât going to let go without a fight, one final burst of his feral nature like he was a wolf locked away in a cage. âC-Call Stiles!â He always wondered why phones nowadays even needed voice commands but now he was happier than ever when he could feel his phone buzz in response. Coach Colton glared up at response before reaching into Derekâs back pocket and pull the phone at once.Â
The call was already ended and the phone thrown to the side, already forgotten like much of Derekâs previous self. His clothes were being torn apart, letting Derek able to see his muscular form as he started to feel his jeans growing taut even when they had been pulled down at his ankles. Another kiss at his cock and by now it was drooling, making Derekâs eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head as he tried the same plan again.
âCallâŠCallâŠâ But he couldnât even remember his boyfriendâs name. His legs were next, quads ballooning outward with a sudden, intense pressure.
The denim of his jeans couldnât contain the sheer mass forming beneath, splitting apart at the seams to reveal powerful thighs that rippled with every twitch. His calves swelled as well, thick cords of muscle pressing against his skin and giving him the stance of a linebacker ready to charge.
Derekâs ass rounded out, firm and muscular, completing the hulking frame of an athlete. The once-comfortable boxers beneath his torn jeans struggled to contain his now-massive bulge, which throbbed in time with his hammering heartbeat.
âThere we goâŠCome on star playerâŠâÂ
âP-Pleaseee bruhhhh-â Derek gyrated, almost getting his swollen cock toward his coachâs lips.
His neck thickened, veins standing out as his Adamâs apple bobbed with every gasp for air. His jawline sharpened, his features taking on a more rugged, almost statuesque quality that oozed confidence and raw masculinity. His features were still the same, still recognisable and somehow that made it all the more arousing knowing that he was still himâŠbut different all the same.
A whole new life, a whole different personality and a whole lot of IQ trailing out of his cock like the pre-cum that pooled out of his swollen head. He flexed instinctively, his biceps bulging with intimidating size, and the remnants of Derek Hale, the brooding, cautious werewolf was basically gone as with another kiss at his cock he couldnât stop it anymore.Â
He was becoming Derek Hale, the football player, most popular and talented guy in his highschool as he continued to grow, new memories swirling of football formations, gym workouts, games, training, championshipsâŠall of his old replaced by the new before his cock finally throbbed one more time and strings of cum shot out.
The climax hit him like the musk did, a wave that invaded his body as pleasure made him shake and shudder, making him unable to feel anything else but how good his coach made him feel. Strings of white hot cum continued and flowed out of his cock all over his front, dripping down his glazed and sweaty muscles.Â
âSay it,â Coach Colton commanded, his voice a low growl filled with authority. âWho are you?â
âIâmâŠIâm your star player dude,â Derek flexed his bicep and let out a guffaw, chuckling as he looked over at Coach Colton and wanted nothing more than another kiss. âUhâŠcan I shower?â Coach Colton nodded, pleased that the man even needed to ask his permission as he looked at his dull blue eyes. The man went for a quick shower, all the while Coach Colton smirked to himself before he suddenly sensed something. A faint buzzing. Coach Colton furrowed his brows as he approached and looked beneath one of the benches where he saw a silver phone rattling away. He smirked and grabbed at it, seeing a name on the caller ID, Stiles.Â
He hung up and waited for his new star player to finish their shower. He could do with a new quarterback.
Stiles Stilinski didnât know what was up with Derekâs call. But he could tell that clearly they were in some sort of trouble, their voice strained and the call hanging up suddenly. He thought that his boyfriend must have been caught skulking around somewhere in the campus and tried to tell him.
But when he went searching around, he couldnât find him anywhere and no matter how many times he called, Derek didnât answer. The only place he could remember them mentioning was something about a gym.
But why Derek would have been there when he already had a membership at a gym in town, Stiles couldnât say. He felt a bit bad, perhaps not taking whatever Derek was up to seriously enough, but he didnât want to focus on any supernatural going ons. He just wanted a normal life at a normal college.
Derek couldnât live without the danger and now Stiles was the one paying for it.Â
He traipsed through the gym, wondering how Derek even got in without a student ID.
For a moment, he could have sworn that someone doing bench presses was Derek or at least looked a lot like them, maybe a more muscular brother who decided to pursue sports instead of supernatural investigations.
Stiles stared at the man and wanted to say something, but he realised just how stupid that sounded. All he needed to do right now was focus on finding Derek and sorting out whatever mess he got himself involved with.Â
Thatâs when he stumbled into the locker room and almost bumped into the tall and buff body of Coach Colton.
âShit sorry,â Stiles murmured. He blinked looking at the Coach. âUh hey sir, have you seen someone around here? Iâm looking for my boyfriend, heâs about this tall,â Stiles held up his hand, at least a head higher than himself. âDark hair, muscular, you know what I can just show you a picture?â
âHm, alrightâŠâ Coach Colton spoke. Come closer, his eyes said as he looked over at Stiles, wanting the man to approach. Stiles could sense that something was awry but he wasnât sure what was wrong until it was too late.
As Stiles was busy, distracted by trying to scroll for a picture of Derek, he never saw Coach Colton coming until it was too late and he suddenly felt a faceful of warm musk in his face as a trainer was placed right on his face.
Stiles grunted and yelled out loud, eyes widening as he tried to escape out of the coachâs grasp but knew it was a losing game from how strong the man was. Stiles struggled, but Coach Coltonâs grip was like iron, his towering form radiating an unnatural strength. Stilesâ protests were muffled against the trainer, and for a moment, everything seemed to blur as a strange, heady warmth seeped into his senses.
âRelax, Stilinski,â Coach Colton said, his tone almost smug. âYouâll feel better soon. Just let it take hold.âÂ
Stiles felt let go of the grasp, coughing and spluttering as he tried to stop breathing in any of the musk but the warm air of the locker room was heavy with it. He tried to say something, but all he could do was let out a moan as he felt his cock began to throb.
âW-What the fuck is wrong with you?! Whereâs Derek- WhereâŠWheâŠWhaaaaaaa-â Stiles groaned and felt his hips hump the air when he felt his cock throbbing and suddenly swelling, inflating, snaking out of his boxers. âN-Noh-ohhhhhh-â Stiles tried his best to not fall to his knees as he glared up at Coach Colton who smiled down at him. âW-What have you done to me?!â Coach Colton chuckled in response.
âYou wanted to find out what happened to Derek, wellâŠIâm sure heâll show you.â As if on cue, Derek showed upâŠat least it wasnât Derek, it was someone who looked vaguely like Derek but they were more muscular, macho, with the build of a professional footballer, even in the uniform and helmet. Stiles looked shockedâŠterrified and then aroused as his cock continued to grow another inch, his memories churning down into his balls and cock.
But unlike Derek who had the advantage of his supernatural physiology, Stiles had no such protection. In fact all he could do was whimper as he looked down and wished that he didnât have the active urge to stroke his cock.
âOh careful with the b wordsâŠthough the only one youâll be saying is bro or bruh, right Derek?â Coach Colton laughed again as Derek nodded with a dumb smile on his face.
âAnd bros help each other donât they? Why donât you help your new bro, Stiles here?â Coach said it like it was a suggestion but Derek knew better than anyone that there was no saying no to Coach Colton. He nodded and began walking over to Stiles who looked up at his hulking boyfriend.Â
âD-Derek babe this isnât you. You gotta- MMMRPH!â Derek silenced Stiles with a kiss that came across rougher than intended, his strength something he still wasnât used to as he made out with the man.Â
âShh donât worry bro let me help,â and that was the only part of Derek that Stiles could recognise, the love in his gaze that even this curse couldnât defeat. It distracted him enough for Derek to yank down Stilesâ jeans and boxers with one move and suddenly spin him.
âO-Oh fuck Derek pleaseâŠâ Stiles wasnât quite sure if he was resisting or just merely begging for more. But he knew that his thoughts and plans of trying to resist, of remembering every method to get out of some creatureâs grasp or ways to get rid of magical curses.
In fact he felt most of his memories wereâŠshifting, one in particular of him and Scott playing for the lacrosse team. He could remember the field underfoot, the cheer of the crowd, the thrill of the game.
But details were starting to be rewritten, the grass was greener.
The burgundy uniforms were slightly brighter with different names and numbers on the back. It wasnât Scott that was beside him but instead the familiar figure of Derek, slightly smaller, less muscular, younger but definitely still there. The sport itself had changed from lacrosse to football as he remembered just how heavy his uniform was, how he met Derek through their team.
Derek plunged into Stiles with a slick and sweaty cock that slid into him with ease, as it made contact Stiles could feel his ass beginning to thicken. The quads were the next part of his body to inflate as Derek didnât ram into him with a roughness he felt from their kiss, but instead a slow and loving rhythm as he slid in and out of his growing ass.Â
âYou know whatâs happening? Youâre gonna leak outâŠall that old stuff, your degree, your smartsâŠforget all about that. Youâre Sti, on my team through a sports scholarship, ainât that right Sti?â Coach Colton spoke and though Stiles shook his head and whimpered in response, he was soon silenced when the same musky trainer was put on his mouth.
He could somehow tell from his new memories that the musk was from Derek as more and more of the supernatural events throughout Beacon Hills began to leak down to his cock and growing balls.Â
Thatâs when he could feel his hands growing, enlarging as he remembered being the best thrower on the team, tossing the ball to Derek and helping him score the winning touchdown.Â
âD-DerekâŠpleaseâŠâ he whimpered, his hands gripping the locker for stability as his cock pulsed again, every throb seeming to pull more of his past self away. His toned, lean frame was becoming bulky, packed with muscle that wasnât just foreign, it was wrong. But it felt so right. Stiles could feel the creeping allure of it as each change brought a strange sense of belonging.
Derek, or the version of Derek now towering over him, didnât speak. His actions were guided by something primal, but his hands were gentle as they steadied Stiles, as though he were comforting his teammate rather than reshaping his boyfriend. Stiles felt Derekâs warm breath against his neck, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
âYouâre gonna love it, bro,â Derek said at last, his voice deep and sluggish, his words slurred with the kind of lazy confidence Stiles had never associated with him.
Stiles tried to yell, but the words came out weak, muffled against the trainer that Coach Colton pressed back over his face. The musk was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet somehow intoxicating. His resistance faltered as more memories twisted in his mind.
The Beacon Hills library, where heâd spent countless hours researching supernatural lore? Gone. Instead, he remembered the weight room, the hours spent spotting Derek and the other guys, the camaraderie that came with being part of a team.
His dadâs proud smile when Stiles scored his first lacrosse goal was replaced with a memory of his dad cheering from the stands at his football games, shouting encouragement as Stiles threw perfect spirals down the field.
Stilesâ could feel his legs threatening to buckle as they continued to grow more muscular. The ridges of muscle that were fast forming over his entire body made him feel as heavy as his mind, his own thoughts felt like swimming through molasses as they were rewritten.
All he could do was feel and what he felt next as Derek continued plunging into him, fucking him faster so the sound of his ass being clapped filled the lockerroom were his calves. His calves bulged with muscle that made his stance feel unshakable. Stiles tried to reach out, thinking that if he could just get rid of the shoe that was clad over his face, the musk that he loved so much about his bro Derek, that he could think straight. But as he tried to raise his arm, his shoulders broadened and biceps began to thicken.
His neck thickened, and he felt his jawline shift into something more chiseled, more masculine.
His hands, once nimble and dexterous, were now rough and broad, calloused from countless hours gripping footballs and weights. His hips bucked involuntarily as Derek continued his steady rhythm, each thrust sending another pulse of change through him. His cock was massive now, leaking precum that splattered the locker room floor as his balls swelled heavy and full, laden with the remnants of his old life.
âYouâre almost there, Sti,â Coach Colton said, his voice smooth and commanding. âThe teamâs gonna be lucky to have a quarterback like you.âÂ
Stiles muttered, the word rolling off his tongue like it belonged. He blinked, struggling to hold on to his identity, but the memories were too vivid, too real. He could see himself on the field, the roar of the crowd in his ears, the weight of the helmet on his head. He could feel the pride of leading his team to victory, of celebrating with Derek in the locker room afterward, their sweaty bodies pressed together in a victory embrace, how good it felt to kiss him, to fuck him. No matter what changed about them, there was always a part of Stiles, the old him, a remnant that was so glad that he at least got to keep Derek.
His thoughts slowed, his worries faded, and his focus narrowed to the simple joys of the game, the team, and the bond he shared with his broâŠhis boyfriend.
Even as his neck thickened, his face grew more square and his spiky hair began to buzz to grow shorter, all Stiles could do was let himself give in. His cock was so close and he could feel Derek was getting close to based on how much the man was moaning, pounding into his prostate and the pleasure pulsing through the two of them. Coach Colton removed the trainer, letting Stiles gasp for air, but it was too late. He looked up with wide, adoring eyes, a goofy smile spreading across his face.
âDude,â Stiles said, his voice thick and slow, âfuckâŠso close bro, youâre gonna make me cum.â Stiles, or what was left of him, couldnât hold it back any longer. The pressure building inside him was unbearable, his cock throbbing with a heat that radiated through his entire body. Derekâs steady rhythm pushed him further, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, mingling with the electric buzz of his transformation.
His cock swelled one final time, precum dripping in heavy streams as the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak. Stilesâ mind, already drowning in the flood of new memories and sensations, teetered on the edge of release.
âCum for me bro!â Derek moaned and Stiles let out a strangled cry as his cock erupted, thick ropes of cum painting the lockers and floor. Derek grunted and held him closer as his own cock throbbed and pulsed, cumming his jock seed right into Stiles as the two of them were together in a tangled mess of pleasure in the locker room, groaning and moaning together, gyrating their slick muscular bodies as Stiles continued to cum again and again in a crescendo of pleasure that wiped away the old StilesâŠand left him as Sti, the new bro.
The two of them panted with relief as they finally separated, leaving them out of breath more than any workout or game.
âAtta boy,â Coach Colton said with a smirk, clapping Sti on the back as he stood unsteadily. âYouâre ready now.â
âThanks CoachâŠâ was all Sti could say as he grinned, smirking as he looked at Derek. âWanna hit the showers bro?â
âAw yeah man, come on,â Derek replied and Coach Colton watched the two of them walking off side by side. It was incredible, the âcurseâ that the both of them thought they were facing was actually a spellâŠone to allow a man to live out their true desires, if for a while.
All that resistance and the both of them just couldnât help but enjoy being dumb hot bros in love with each other to forget about the stress of their old lives, just like Greg and just like many men who were gonna be on the football team for the semester.
There would be plenty more men to change, but for now Coach Colton grinned and left his new star players alone to enjoy themselvesâŠand their new bodies.
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