You hadn’t known why you wanted listen to Coach Sorenson so bad, you just knew that you couldn’t masturbate. What you didn’t know was that Coach Sorenson had been planning this for months; seeing your weak and nerdy self walking down the hallway made him sick, and he wanted to fix you. The super, super senior Logan Halls had finally graduated, which left the wrestling team captain position open. You were passing with flying colors, graduating this year as a junior; but Coach Sorenson thought that you could be much more successful in life. At the beginning of the day you were called down to his office, like it was just any other day. You knew that Todd Sorenson was the best known coach in the state; with his son being one of the top high school wrestlers in his glory days. As you sat in Coach Sorenson’s office; you began to smell something. It was strong and pungent, and you were getting a little turned on by the smell of Alpha Male. You looked around the office, trying to find the smell, until you came upon an old American Eagle sleeveless shirt. You smelled it deeply, noticing multiple cum stains. For some reason, you wanted to wear the nasty old cum rag. The old you would’ve reported the cum rag disgustedly, but this new you wanted to put it on. You slowly took of your polo shirt and placed on the XXL shirt over your frail body. It was then that Coach Sorenson strolled in. “Oh, so it looks like you found my cum rag,” he said, smirking.
You didn’t make a single noise, you just stood there. The rag still to your nose. Coach Sorenson walked over to the trash can and pulled out a used condom, filled to the brim.  “Wouldn’t you rather have the real stuff? He handed you the condom and you graciously drank it down. The warm goo flowed down your stomach, making you feel warm. “Oh,” he said, looking through this desk, “you can have these too.”
He tossed: an old, yellowed jockstrap that was far too stretched, a pair of smelly, cum-stained mesh shorts, an old baller cap, and a pair of Size 14 Nikes that stunk to high heavens. You began to adoringly place the clothes on. You didn’t put on the shoes however, instead you brought them to your face. “Those were my son’s when he was 14,” Coach Sorenson said as you noticed him getting hard thinking about his son. As you had put on the gear, you hadn’t noticed that you were now 6’3”, or that you had gained almost 70 pounds of pure muscle. The stench of Todd and Jack Sorenson had now absorbed into your body as you began producing your own. Your legs were now long and hairy, in which you loved to wrap around your opponents. Your feet had grown to a gargantuan Size 14, perfect for your new shoes. Your bi’s and tri’s expanded as your body was covered in hair, especially in your armpits were you would make the challenger faint. Your pecs and eight pack grew larger than ever before as your cock and balls heated up. They grew and grew until you were permanently horse hung with your bull nuts. Your neck grew thick and your mouth produced a deep moan. Your head go much larger and squarer as your shaggy hair was cut to the perfect buzz. Your face became sexier as your IQ began to drain to your swollen bull nuts. Each point of IQ lost made you go from a unknown nerd to high school king. You knew you couldn’t masturbate, but it was just so hard. Coach Sorenson needed you, and you couldn’t let him down. As you blew your load your life transformed around you. You were now Chad Carlson, super junior wrestling star. You couldn’t let your team down and academics couldn’t stop you. With an IQ of 89 it was pretty hard anyways. “Did that feel better?” Coach asked, and gosh was he sexy. “Yes,” You said, helping him lick up your cum, “a lot.”