Legacy
*5K Follower Special*
Obviously, this story is way overdue. So, I thought it would only be acceptable to choose a story that has long deserved its chance in the spotlight. This story has been in my vaults untouched since the spring of 2019, waiting patiently for not only the right refs, but a drafting process too. Cannot thank you all enough again for your support over these years. But anyway, enjoy ;)
“Hansmann!” Coach Sorenson shouted from his office. “Get in here, now!”
“Shut up, bro,” Nick spat back, letting a spurt of cum splash onto Logan’s face in defiance. Logan gave a nasty glare, but moments later he began lavishly licking away. Smirking, Nick hoisted his briefs and sweats up before snatching the cap off of the bench and twisting it back onto his head. He didn’t care that he was shirtless; if anything the coach probably wanted to see the 6’3 stud without any clothes on. He watched as Coach Renz left the shower room with a palish smear on similar to Logan’s his own face. If Coach had had to get it out before Nick had even entered the room, then he must have been real mad.
“Yo Coach,” Nick nonchalantly started. “What’s up?” He hitched his fingers into his waistband, needing to do something with his hands at all times.
“What’s up?” The older man taunted, sizing the jock up even though he was just barely taller. “What’s up with your grades, Hansmann?”
“What do you mean?” Nick knew exactly what he meant. Three of his business classes were riding at D’s and the required sociology class was beyond repairable.
“Do you even care about what’s happening?” Coach Sorenson grunted, swinging his giant arms up in frustration. By the massive steps he was taking too, which were largely caused by his tremendous thighs, Nick could tell he was really in for it. But honestly, he didn’t care about school.
“No, not really.”
“You understand bad grades equals no sports, right?” the coach snarled. The large man was certainly not one to mess with, but Nick was too young and cocky (and of course too dumb too) to back down.
“That’s what I thought you were here for, bro.” Nick tugged at his chain mid-sentence as he watched the coach’s face flash red. Before any words left Coach Sorenson’s mouth, his manner instantly changed. With a breath, his entire body loosened up and his previous anger subsided. It was almost like Coach Sorenson had completely shifted his character.
“Come with me,” Coach ordered, and Nick followed him to the coach’s office. He’d seen it all at least a hundred times, the college senior having sat on the same loveseat surrounded by ribbons and trophies countless times.
“You know, this department has been my pride and joy for as long as I can remember.”
Nick lounged back into the cushions, preparing for a monologue of some sorts. He lazily brought his hand to his softer jaw and traced his fingers along the edges.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about legacy recently,” the coach continued, making his way over to a cabinet. From it, he pulled a worn-down football and tossed it to Nick. The jock caught it easily, and within seconds began tossing it within his hands.
“Have you ever thought about your legacy, Hansmann?”
Nick scrunched his eyebrows. “Nah, more focusing on living life.”
In the recesses of his mind, Nick can feel a soft wave of numbness begin to ebb its way onto the shores of his brain. A certain languid feeling enveloped his outer reaches, almost sort of softening him.
“Yes, but what about after college? You have a life to look forward to after here.”
“After college?” Nick frowned.
“Yes, the future. You will have to move on eventually.” The coach had now pulled his massive office chair around the desk in order to be closer to the college jock. Both were manspreading and so close that their knees touched to form a diamond shape. “So when you depart, what will you be leaving behind for this school? For your team?”
Nick tried to consider the question, but the fogginess he had felt earlier was expanding and fighting against him. All he could think of were the parties he attended, the games he’d helped win, and the people he’d pleased with his 8’ dong. Besides that though, there was nothing truly memorable.
“Nothing,” he replied softly.
“You’ve wasted your potential.” The coach carefully planted the sentence in Nick’s malleable head. The words bounced around his brain meticulously: wasted, potential, wasted, potential.
“Don’t you want something permanent?” the coach swiftly moved on. The way Coach Sorenson phrased the question not only made Nick feel more guilty, but made him begin to develop a certain longing to impact the world for good. “Something physical, something that would stand the test of time?”
Nick’s eyes began to widen as he realized why the Coach was asking this. The Coach must have had an answer to the problem he’d introduced to the jock. Still tossing the football between his hands, Nick asked, “What do you have in mind?”
“Coach Richardson isn’t the only one who knows how to ‘activate’ people’s full potential,” Coach Sorenson grinned, watching as Nick continued to toss around the football. “I can help you leave behind that legacy, Nick. Utilize that potential before it is completely worthless.”
It definitely sounded intriguing to Nick, but the jock couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Afterall, he’d done his own fair share of transforming nerds and other losers with Heir; it was fair he was a little hesitant on the Coach’s morals. “I don’t understand, Coach. What exactly do you want to do?”
The coach’s grin faltered barely, but Nick didn’t catch it. ”Hansmann, I want to fast forward your life, bring you to the moment where you use the most of your potential. You’ll be able to create the legacy you’ve always secretly wanted, but just never realized until now.”
The words all seemed to lay themselves like a fresh coat of snow over Nick’s brain. “Doesn’t that sound great?” Coach Sorenson purred. “Moving ahead to the time when you’d be making the most of life?”
Nick didn’t have to think about it much. In fact, he couldn’t think about it much. “I totally wanna do it. I don’t wanna waste my potential, Coach.”
“Good,” Coach Sorenson licked his lips as he got up and walked around his desk. “It won’t take too long.”
“What won’t take too long?”
“The process itself,” the coach answers as he pulls a bottle of lube out. “It’s very draining, you see. To activate your potential, I’ll need to get rid of anything in the way of it.” Coach Sorenson quickly steers himself back around the desk and places himself in front of Nick, his massive body now kneeling within the jock’s manspread. “It’s usually just your vitality: your youth. No need to worry about that.”
Nick’s eyes widen slowly at that, taking a moment to process what was said. “Wait…what? Bro, I don’t think I wanna give away any of my youth. I love being young…”
But Nick’s words faded away as the coach started to kneed the jock’s massive dick through the gray sweatpants. “No need to worry about that,” Coach Sorenson cooed. “It’s a small price to pay to create your legacy. To have a legacy.”
Nick’s pelvis lurched upward as the Coach’s meaty paws arched the sweats downward. Nick’s hard cock sprung out, tall and mighty.
“It’s what you wanted, remember?”
There was a moment of silence while the coach squirted out some lube onto his hands. He then looked up at Nick, waiting for a response.
“What do I have to do?”
“I need to get rid of everything in the way that is blocking your potential. You’ll need to open yourself up to it. Let me take your obstructions, everything keeping your legacy from you. Focus on that. Push it all out towards your dick and your body will follow along. Focus. Push. It’ll be hard at first, but your body will learn to let those obstacles go. Just focus…”
Nick nodded slowly and thrusted his head up toward the ceiling as the coach coated the jock’s cock with the lube. In seconds, he could feel the older man engulfing his cock. Up and down, up and down. The coach expertly swiveled his tongue along the shaft before sending the whole length down his throat. Nick gripped onto the football as he focused on those barricades to his legacy. His vitality needed to be drained from him. If he wanted to access his potential, he just had to let go. He had to let go and push.
Suddenly, Nick began to feel a tiny pulsing in his dick. It felt almost like precum, but he knew what was truly leaving was the life force blocking his potential. Nick scrunched his eyebrows and gasped out loud as he started to feel a shift inside him. The coach continued his oral duties upon Nick’s dick as an invisible current flowed from the jock’s body outwards, little by little. It felt incredibly strange, though Nick knew that he had to keep going.
It was then that the physical effects began. Nick felt a small stretching sensation as his back straightened out and brought him just slightly taller than the coach between his legs. Nick’s arms thickened up slightly and grew more toned; the biceps fuller and the veins a little perkier. His legs and thigh muscles bloated further to match. His pecs and abs got bulkier and more defined too. Nick just felt broader overall. Underneath his backwards cap, Nick felt his hair lose some of its bounce and length, but something told him that that look had been too…boyish…for his frame anyway.
Nick wanted to focus on that thought and question it, but a tickle from Coach Sorenson’s tongue hitting a sensitive spot reminded him that he should only be concentrating on the task at hand. Nick’s cheeks quickly lost their roundness and pressed closer to his face as his whole facial structure decided to bid adieu to anything not distinctly masculine. His jaw and chin broadened slightly, allowing for facial hair to begin development there. The more it grew, the more it darkened, and it eventually became the beginnings of a well-shaped beard.
As soon as Nick’s beard finished coming in, Coach Sorenson popped his mouth off the jock’s cock. “How are you feeling so far?”
“Pretty good–Woah, bro, my voice! It’s deeper…” Nick couldn’t believe how much his vocality had already lowered. “Oh this feels so good…”
“You see? There’s nothing bad about maturing. You’re becoming more of an adult, Hansmann. You’re taking to the process so well, or at least your body is. Looks like you had a lot of potential for more masculinity to develop across the whole body.”
“For sure. So if I was 22 before–”
“Let’s not think about that until we’ve fully unlocked your potential,” the coach calmly ordered, the command sinking into Nick’s subconscious.
“Should I…”
“Keep going?” Coach Sorenson incorrectly finished. Although Nick couldn’t figure out what he had originally wanted to say.
“We still have a few obstacles to pass before we reach that potential of yours.” The coach’s grin looked a little off to the jock. Had his smile always been so unrestrained? Nick could’ve sworn he’d had a few more wrinkles there, and some along the forehead too. But those questions evaporated as soon as the older man was back to giving him the best oral of his life.
Now that the body had already gone through the process once, it seemed easier for Nick to focus in a second time.
Once again, that small pulsing began again in Nick’s cock as the invisible current reopened. A low groan rolled out from the jock as his vocal chords tickled, the Adam’s apple widening out as it dropped even further. He had already sounded masculine before, but it was no doubt now that Nick would sound purely alpha male like the coach. There was a tickling on his face too, followed by an itch as his beard hair spread out further along his jaw. It grew even thicker as well, hanging further downwards as it became fuller.
That pinpricky feeling wasn’t only familiar to his face however. Nick adjusted uncomfortably under Coach Sorenson’s mouth as the itching began to reach all over his body. It hit hardest in the crotch and under the arms, but it also managed to spread itself all across Nick’s limbs, chest, and stomach. Although Nick was still tossing the football between his two hands, he could still see the curls of brown hair snaking their way out of his pits. Not only that, but he noticed his hands too were not the calloused mitts he had gotten used to. Instead were meaty paws filled with intricate muscles that had been exercised over years.
Out of the entire process, the sensation Nick didn’t expect was the looming sense of weariness that was entering his system. He couldn’t really understand it, or know how to describe it, but he just began to feel an overall sense of fatigue. He felt a little more tired, not his usual buoyant, springy self. He suddenly only wanted to relax after this whole ordeal, maybe even take a nap. The handsome coach in front of him however was keeping him very occupied in the moment. Well, he was before he popped off Nick’s cock for a moment to apply more lube.
“Getting tired, old man?” Nick smirked, his voice sounding even deeper than he had thought it would.
“Don’t worry,” Coach Sorenson answered back in a tone not as gruff as the one Nick knew well. “You still have a lot more left.”
The wording was strange, but Nick didn’t dwell on it too much, focusing instead on the electricity formed between the coach’s tongue and his dick head. Moments later, Nick began to feel the energy move again, along with a certain tightness. All across his body, it felt as if his muscles were firming up. To his delight, his arms and chest were getting bigger, but Nick could feel them getting firmer as well. His stomach began to grow too. The outline of his abs softening as a swell of pudge slowly added itself onto his body. A bit of it also went to Nick’s rear, but most of it collected in the lower torso to create a layer of padding. It almost muffin-topped, planting itself as a solid entity against the edge of Nick’s pelvis.
“Woah…Coach…I’m getting fatter?!” Nick’s words stumbled a bit, his thoughts not coherently linking together.
Coach Sorenson chuckled as he lifted himself up, the jock still palming the football. “Well, you’re getting older, Hansmann. Your body seems to have been destined to lose its metabolism at this point. And as the metabolism goes, it starts getting harder to keep the weight off. It seems like your’s has started going, but it happens to everybody.”
“What are you talking about? Look at you!” Coach Sorenson’s body had always been superbly shaped and carved. As the head of the university’s athletic department, he had obviously maintained a strict schedule in order to keep himself at his prime. Even now, he looked especially brawny. His muscles now had a certain plushiness to them; like if Nick would’ve gripped the other man’s biceps right now the flesh would be malleable under his fingertips. Nick could feel his own skin however had lost that kind of give.
“This’ll suck on the field.”
“Hansmann…” The coach started. “It would hinder your ability on the field if you were still going to play football. But you won’t anymore. As you get older, you get slower–your body is going to start weighing you down. You have to learn to adapt, to accept.”
Accept. Nick needed to accept the fact that what Coach Sorenson was saying was right. It was like those words were some kind of magic code that realigned his mind and convinced him to continue.
“Is it going to get any bigger?”
“Probably,” the coach answered impatiently, lining himself back up. “Obviously, your youth and your metabolism were factors that were blocking your potential. And besides, there’s a lot you can do with a strong core.”
Nick threw his head back as he once again felt the surge of pleasure that accompanied the invisible stream. At this point, it just seems to flow more freely, as if Nick had passed some kind of midway point. Sure enough, his torso started to grow outwards once again. He could feel a tug on his back and shoulders as it slipped off and ballooned itself all around. The weight displaced itself all over his body. It expanded his thighs, bulked his arms. Even his buttocks got a little extra fluff as he was lifted just barely from the loveseat. For some reason however, Nick wasn’t bothered by it. All of what he had before was obstructing his potential, blocking him from creating his legacy.
Out of all the weight he was gaining however, Nick was surprised to see how much muscle he was gaining as well. Although the muscle gut had come as a bit of a shock, the thickening pecs he was developing were even more startling. The two slabs of meat seemed to bloat out of his frame. Yet, they were not at all caused by his increasing amount of fat. Without using his hands, Nick could feel the taut muscle developing in the two cushiony pillows above his sturdy, barrel like torso. Although he was going to miss his leaner frame, this bulky one was surely imposing.
Nick’s pecs weren’t the only thing sizing up. His beard growth has kicked it up a notch too, fluffing up and darkening even further into a starker brown. His eyebrows got a little bushier as well. Unfortunately, Nick’s hair seemed to obey some law of balance. Nick couldn’t actually see anything happening, but he could feel a loss of resistance keeping the baseball cap away from his head. Slowly but surely, the hair closest to his forehead began to pull back up his scalp. A peninsula formed near the top of his head as the hair to the left and the right evaporated away. Nick should’ve wanted to cry, should’ve wanted to mourn the loss of his beautiful head of hair, but he didn’t feel a need to. Something urged him on, telling him that the hair was just in the way of what Coach had helped him discover he truly wanted.
As the invisible stream slowed, some more marks of aging began to place themselves around Nick’s body. Crow’s feet formed on his face, phantom aches and soreness began to play along his back and legs, and overall he just felt weaker. Despite his apparent strength, he didn’t feel quite as engaged as he did before the process had begun.
The coach eagerly popped off his cock once more, his smile broad and uplifting. “We’re almost there, Hansmann,” he cooed. “Can you feel it? Your potential?”
“I think so,” Nick replied honestly, his voice now more gravelly. “How much more do I have to give?”
Coach Sorenson knew he was asking how many years. “Not too many, but there are certainly still enough blocking your legacy.”
“Not too many…” Nick murmured. He grunted as the coach started sucking once more. This time however, the man had a certain urgency to it, almost as if he had gained more energy over the course of the process. The last changes came quickly as it was obvious Nick was near the end. The crow’s feet became just barely more prominent. Lines etched their way across his forehead as wrinkles came in all across his body, making him look tired, worn-out. Nick’s body overall felt both sturdier and relaxed, like a strong and empty skyscraper. The building itself was gigantic, bulky, and built well, but the energy and life was much less than it used to be.
His hair continued to go, more and more of it pulling away until it shaved itself off completely. Something told Nick it had been to preserve his dignity; a shaved head much better than what could have grown out of it. His beard however remained prominent, even adding touches of gray here and there. Although it was difficult to see past the mammoth shelf of his pectorals, he could see that other hairs on his body also lost some of their color and shine.
Finally, some odd touches came with aging that Nick didn’t expect. Veins all across his body seemed to pop out. Nick had already had prominent bloodstreams before being a young, virile college jock, but now they seemed to be even more noticeable along his massive arms, legs, and even feet (which he somehow knew had bumped up a size and widened). Speaking of virile, his pouch had expanded a little as well, his balls now producing an aged, potent sperm that he did not expect would be possible in an older man.
The coach had obviously sensed the change in Nick’s testicles as well, as he had begun to fondle the package manipulatively. It was almost as if he was trying to remove the contents quickly, edging out every obstruction that could be inhibiting Nick’s legacy. Nick couldn’t believe how kind Coach Sorenson had been to him. First, the man had helped him come to realize how he was wasting his potential, and then he had offered to help him rediscover it and create a legacy. Coach was even offering himself up to help Nick without any seeable benefit to himself.
Nick blinked at that. Why had the coach been helping him if the coach didn’t have anything to gain? Nick peered down at the other man who was currently too distracted with pleasuring Nick to realize he had carefully dropped the ball onto the couch. Nick began to observe the smallest of traits: the coach’s thicker hair, the coach’s softer skin, the coach’s noticeable vibrant energy. The dots slowly connected in Nick’s head.
“Wait…unh…” Nick groaned, “you’re not…you’re-?!”
“Stealing your youth?” Coach Sorenson finished, lifting his head and licking his lips. “You betcha!”“But-”
Nick choked on his words as the coach tickled his perineum, that soft, sensitive skin sparking at the touch. “You…you monster! You can’t!”
“Of course I can.”
“People will know! You’ll be caught.” But even Nick knew that wasn’t true. Coach Sorenson released a crude snigger, something Nick would’ve heard come out of some great movie villain.
“You think I already haven’t been caught?” the coach started, still holding the other man hostage with his hand forcefully wrapped around the other’s massive, hard-as-steel dick. “My work is utilized, Hansmann. Everything is about money, and I can bring it in. This world is built by money and it craves for more of it. This university in particular gets money from the athletic department. And I’m the one who runs the athletic department. Therefore, as long as I am in control and doing my job, no one will say anything.”
Coach Sorenson grinned as he licked the head of Nick’s cock, sending a shiver up the other man’s spine. “And of course, there are always those who volunteer to aid me with my work. I’m pretty sure you are familiar with that.”
Nick growled in response; the deep, earthy guttural snarl of embarrassment and betrayal. “So what? You’re just…going to take my youth…and-”
“Continue living? Developing my legacy?” Coach Sorenson laughed. “Of course. And when my job here is done, I’ll move onto a new position somewhere else. Build my way up, sustain myself for a while, and disappear once again.”
Nick’s eyes widened dramatically at that, though he could not tell what had caused them to grow. The thought that the man he had looked up to had morphed so many others into jockier, athletic-driven drones for how many years. The list of how many other students (or even random strangers) that had been lured just like him. Or maybe it was the question as to why the coach was sharing this all with him.
“What’s…going to happen…to me?” Nick uttered, driven to the edge.
“Let’s find out.” And in one single swoop, Coach Sorenson was back on his erect dick as a massive load was pumped out of Nick and down into the other man’s throat.
— —
“Good practice today, team. Now, round up real quick!”
The football players all immediately obeyed Coach Sorenson. Although tired, sweaty, and certainly ready to blow off some steam in the locker room, the football team huddled up near the bleachers. In the distance, they saw an older man making his way across the field.
“Woah, you think we was some kind of bodybuilder?” one jock asked another, pointing to the massive shelf that was impossible to hide underneath the tight blue shirt.
“DILF Alert,” David cooed, elbowing his bro Matt. Matt immediately started checking out the man, a boner quickly making its presence known.
“Boys,” Coach Sorenson smiled. “This is Nicholas Hansmann. He’ll be filling in as the new Assistant Football Coach this season.”
The players all cheerily commented among themselves, most of them glad that they’d get to see more of the other man.
“He’ll be shadowing my position over the next two years as well,” Coach Sorenson continued. “In order to fill in for my position afterwards.”
That riled up the boys even further, the thought of Coach Sorenson’s retirement seemingly ludicrous.
“I expect all of you to meet and greet him sometime this week. Dismissed!”
And with that, the players anxiously ran back to the locker room, their massive, erect cocks bouncing with each step. Coach Sorenson smiled as he patted the other man on the back, the two following close behind.
“I think they liked me,” Coach Hansmann laughed with a rough timbre, the wrinkles along his forehead crinkling lightly.
“Wait until they see all of you,” Coach Sorenson added. “You’ll find some of them have a real taste for older men.”
“I wouldn’t consider 42 ‘older’,” Coach Sorenson retorted. “Could an ‘older’ man look this good?”
Coach Sorenson chuckled as the other man cockily flexed his massive biceps. He wasn’t surprised to see the other man chubbing up too. Coach Sorenson playfully gave the wakening monster a tug. “After all these years, you’re still just as narcissistic.”
“Almost three decades of hard work deserve to be admired,” Coach Hansmann replied.
“Then let me do the honors.” And just like the players had before them, the coaches sprang into a full sprint for the locker room, their own oversized, eager dicks bobbing up and down with every step.