The coach's examination goes very wrong, gone creamy, gone sexual

The Examination – A Daughter’s Transformation

Coach Valentina Bassi’s office smelled of leather, sweat, and the faintest hint of lavender—a sterile, professional space that had seen countless post-game debriefs and disciplinary lectures. The walls were lined with framed jerseys and trophies, relics of her glory days as Serie A’s most feared goalkeeper. The desk between them was cluttered with playbooks and a half-empty coffee cup, its surface gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

Rebecca stood rigid before it, her fingers twisting in the hem of her jersey, her pulse hammering in her throat. The mark on her lower abdomen thrummed, its golden coils pulsing with a rhythm that matched her frantic heartbeat.

Valentina leaned back in her chair, her muscular arms crossed over her chest, her dark eyes sharp beneath the brim of her cap.

"Strip."

The command was a whip-crack in the quiet room.

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"C-Coach—"

"You heard me," Valentina interrupted, her voice low and unyielding. "You’ve been moving like you’ve got a fucking injury. If you’re hiding something, I need to know."

Rebecca’s stomach twisted.

"I—I’m fine—"

Valentina’s palm slammed onto the desk, making the coffee cup rattle.

"Bullshit. You’re dripping sweat in places you shouldn’t be, your hips are swaying like you’ve been ridden all night, and your teammates just saw some cult-brand on your stomach." Her nostrils flared. "So strip, Bianchi. Or you’re off the team."

Rebecca’s fingers trembled as she reached for the hem of her jersey.

I can’t.

But I have to.

The fabric slid up her torso, revealing the Ouroboros crest in all its blasphemous glory—the serpent’s coils shimmering, the Eye of Horus watching, judging.

Valentina’s breath stuttered.

"What the fuck is that?"

Rebecca’s throat closed.

"I—I don’t know—"

Valentina stood, her tall frame looming, her shadow swallowing Rebecca whole.

"Lie again and I’ll bench you for the season."

Her fingers grazed the mark—

And the world exploded.

The Transformation

A blinding pink light erupted from the crest, flooding the office in a searing, aphrodisiac glow. Valentina reeled, her hands flying to her eyes, a guttural curse tearing from her lips.

"Fucking hell—!"

Rebecca screamed—or tried to.

The sound died in her throat as fire lanced through her veins, her bones cracking, her muscles twisting, her skin burning with the sheer **** of the change.

Her hips widened.

Her thighs thickened.

Her ass swelled, rounder, fuller, the curves of her body accentuated to obscene proportions.

And between her legs—

"N-no—!"

Something heavy and hot and aching surged forth, slapping against her toned stomach with a wet, meaty sound.

Valentina’s vision cleared just in time to see it—

Thirteen inches of throbbing, veined horsecock, its flushed, angry-red tip dripping thick strands of precum, the musky, pheromone-laced scent of it flooding the room in seconds.

Valentina’s knees buckled.

"Che cazzo—"

Rebecca gasped, her emerald eyes wide with horror—

But the mark pulsed, and the horror melted into hunger.

The Feeding

Valentina barely had time to register the monstrous cock before it slapped against her cheek, the heat of it searing, the weight of it staggering.

"R-Rebecca—!"

The redhead’s lips parted, a low, guttural moan tearing from her throat as the pale vixen's wide hips jerked forward, her fat cock sliding across Valentina’s face, leaving a glistening trail of precum on her skin.

"I—I can’t stop—" Rebecca whimpered, her voice breaking—

But her body moved on its own, her hands fisting in Valentina’s brunette hair, yanking the taller woman forward.

Valentina’s lips parted in a snarl—

And Rebecca came.

The Creamy Surprise

A torrent of thick, corrupt seed exploded down Valentina’s throat, the sheer volume of it **** her, flooding her, the aphrodisiac heat of it scorching her from the inside out.

"G-GLKK—!"

Valentina’s eyes rolled back, her throat bulging, her fingers clawing at Rebecca’s thighs as the endless ropes of cum pumped into her, filling her, drowning her in the redhead’s tainted essence.

Rebecca screamed, her back arching, her cock pulsing as it emptied itself down her coach’s throat, her hips jerking with each spurt, her mind shattering under the pleasure of it.

"F-FUCK—!"

Valentina gagged, her body convulsing, her pussy soaking through her shorts as the cum **** its way into her, the pheromones in it rewriting her resistance into lust.

When Rebecca finally pulled back, Valentina collapsed onto her knees, her lips smeared with cum, her chest heaving, her dark eyes glazed over.

"Y-you—" she slurred, her voice ruined—

Rebecca’s cock twitched, still hard, still dripping.

"I’m sorry," Rebecca whispered—

But the mark glowed, and the apology died in her throat.

The Aftermath

Valentina’s fingers shook as they traced her swollen lips, her tongue lapping at the remnants of Rebecca’s cum, her body burning with a hunger she hadn’t felt since her playing days.

"You bitch," she hissed—

But there was no anger in it.

Only need.

Rebecca swayed, her monstrous cock throbbing, her mind fogged with the ring’s influence.

"C-Coach—"

Valentina lunged.