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“Hehehe looks like I’ve caught’a little perv in here after all”, came a firm and intimidating voice.

You look up to see the coach looming over you. Her arms folded beneath her large and heavy bust and her leg’s spread open letting the gigantic curled up woman hood make its presence known.

“Uh I-I-“.

You attempt to try and stutter an excuse but are immediately interrupted when the coach grabs you and lifts you off the ground. Though you felt fear, You also couldn’t help but feel aroused by the sexy muscle bound woman lifting you up off the ground. Your own minuscule manhood stuck up to attention.

“Mmm you’re lucky I just finished pleasuring my big girl in there. Or else I woulda had to really punish you.”

You only half listen to her as your eyes are to focused on looking her body up and down. Those nipples of hers were so large that you’d definitely get your eyes poked out if you bumped into her.

“Mmm now what were ya doin in there anyways. If it’s porn, you know I’m gonna need to confiscate that.”

Though it sounded like responsible reasoning from an authority figure, you figured otherwise. Knowing most if not all the female teachers confiscate anything lewd or otherwise from the students, only to get off on it themselves. It wasn’t hard to figure that with the look of her package, the coach was no exception.

But when she looked down at the diary in your hand and read the name on the cover, her eyes appeared to go wide with what you can only pin point as fear.

“W-where’d you get that?!”, she shouted suddenly sounding less cool and collected. Her booming voice reverberated throughout the locker room.

“N-nothin! I-it’s just mine!”, you whimpered back.

“Bullshit!”, she retorted. “Now unless you want to face real punishment, you better hand that over now!”

Before she could simply snatch the flimsy notebook from your hands, you suddenly jerk them away. You knew the consequences you were setting yourself up for and knew that no explanation would ever make you appear in the right, yet you continued to disobey anyways.

Soon the simple action of ripping the notebook from your grasps became a full on struggle. As she held you up by the back of your shirt, you did everything you could to escape which included hitting and even light kicking. Of course the hits from your scrawny limbs caused little effect to the curvy and muscular behemoth standing before you.

Eventually your hand snagged into her skimpy top and the moment your hand pulled away, it tore off with it. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled even more without the extra support but still remained surprisingly perky.

*jiggle*wobble*jiggle*

The larger than life breasts jiggled and wobbled sporadically bouncing into one another every so often. A true sight to behold but you were to focused on trying to escape that you didn’t even pay them much attention.

“Gaah just hand it over already!” She yelled out more angrily.

But you continued to resist. eventually with all your wild kicking, unknowingly your foot caught on to the waist band of the coaches short shorts. You pull your foot away with all your might and that’s when it happens.

*rip!*

The sound of her shorts tearing and coming down radiated throughout the locker room once more. The sound that followed it something you’d grown used to. The moment the shorts fell, you’d hear the sound of a long meaty appendage unroll and slap against said owners inner thigh. Except that sound never came.

*pomf*pomf*pomf*

What you heard instead was alot quieter and sounded more like fabric hitting the ground. Confused, you look back up at the coaches face. Rather than wearing the seductive look of one with an uncontrollable libido whose dick had just flopped out or the stern look of an authority figure ready to punish those who disobeyed, the look she wore was that of pure shock and embarrassment as her face grew three shades redder. So shocked that she just loses her grip and lets you fall to the ground.

You feel the pain of landing on the hard ground surge through your body, but you don’t react to it. For you brain is way more focused on something else before you.

The coach was completely naked! Each of the skimpy articles of clothing stood by her feet. Also sitting just by her feet were some peculiar things… they were what appeared to be bundled and rolled up socks. At least 4 or 5 pairs which just sat on the ground.

For a split second you were completely confused. That is until you looked up and it all started to make sense. Looking up at her crotch, you expected to see a long meaty serpent dangling almost to her knees with a large pair of tennis ball sized ball’s beneath. But instead, there was nothing!

Well not nothing entirely but what you did see there instead wasn’t anything worth mentioning. Sure technically it was biologically a penis but calling it that would be an offense. It was a tiny thing that barely poked out a couple inches. Being no thicker than a pinky and no longer than a tiny toe and with balls no bigger than shriveled up grapes.

At first you thought it could still be soft but then you noticed the little bit of dripping clear liquid. Though the rest of her body was a total knockout, the extended use of steroids and other such boosts had done a number to her little friend downstairs.

You had to cover your mouth with your hand to try and hold back laughing out loud!

“D-don’t look!”, stuttered out the coach with her booming voice sounding less effective. She tried to cup her micro sized genitals which was very easy given she’d only need 3 fingers to cover it all. But that too was ineffective since the need for so little coverage only made how tiny it was even more obvious.

Eventually your eyes traveled higher up her body to make another discovery. The coaches nipples were absolutely tiny. You wouldn’t think something like that was a big deal except for that fact that the high beams in the top were quite noticeably larger than the micro ones she currently displayed. You looked back down at the skimpy top lying on the floor and caught the culprit. Still sticking out through the top we’re a pair of still piercing high beams. A fake set which were clearly just sewn into her outfits.

Looking back up at her chest, you could barely even make them out given their size and the fact that her areola were practically invisible. You also notice a bit of scaring at the underside of her breasts which explained things somewhat further. She may have spent a fortune on humongous implants that looked impressive, but they couldn’t do quite the same to fix her tiny nips.

With her face completely red and the look of shock almost permanently burned in, you thought it couldn't get any worse for curvy coach. Then you noticed a tiny steady stream of liquid coming from the micro penis and trickling onto the hard floor.

In the next second everything happened in a flash! The coach scooped up her clothes including the bundles of rolled up socks and ran straight over to her office. Before she entered, she turned back to face you one last time. She wore a look of anger to try and hide her embarrassment.

“Y-you better not tell a single soul about this!”, she said in a higher less booming voice before slamming the door shut!

Ever since that day, you never spoke to or approached the wrestling coach ever again. On a rare occasion, you’d catch her continuing with your normal duties. Once again wearing those super short shorts at all times and once again always being packed to the brim with what you now knew were just folded up socks.

You’d catch some class mates talk about her and fantasize about the package she keeps wrapped up behind closed doors. You always had to hold back a laugh every time knowing the whole thing was a sham. You also kept your promise in never telling anyone. In the end it was worth it seeing as she was so busy trying to get back each article of clothing that she forgot all about the notebook which started it all in the first place.

Later on that day you gave it a read which finally put some suspicions to rest. So it appeared the coach not only knew openly about Clara’s secret but also sympathized with her. The hyper realistic fake dick which Clara had been using had actually belonged to the coach. which is why she’d been using socks. You figured the income she makes doesn’t earn her enough to buy such a convincing bit of artifice very often.

Throughout this whole experience, you felt very humbled. In the world where women with their futa biology were to be viewed as the goddesses they physically are. You also discovered that they to can be imperfect. And not wanting to be humiliated or outcasted in there social lives, go to **** length to hide those flaws.