Midway

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Chapter 29

With an expressionless face, I stand in my small room in the volleyball club and think. It was harder than I thought to get the good feelings out of my head. __

I have a date with Bella!

But now other things are coming up and the only feeling I can allow myself is ice-cold concentration. Today I will lay the foundation for what my future life will look like.

I have Rose on my side. Time to deal with the other half that the MCD offers me.

---

Of course the news has spread long ago and everyone knows about what has happened between me and the three girls. They know of the police, of Coach Jenkins defending me and of me, almost getting blamed for some cruel prank. So all eyes are on me as I enter the hall where the team is getting ready to train. My clapping draws attention to me.

"Listen up people," I call and wave the roughly 20 girls over to me. Some look at me with interest, others with concern. Only four pairs of eyes are still undecided and are trying to figure out what it all means. I am happy to explain it to them. "As we all know, there were some... inconveniences last time we trained here." And with that, I look directly at the four lovely princesses whose lives, bodies and fates now belong to me. "And it is certainly unnecessary to remind everyone that the distribution of explicit sexual content is not permitted in this club under any circumstances." The assembled girls look at each other but know who my speech is really aimed at. "Your parents pay a lot so that you can train here and the safety of everyone involved is our highest priority. The same applies to the employees of this facility." Quiet giggles can be heard as everyone's eyes fall on my four 'favorite' players. "Now to the other matter. Coach Jenkins was transferred to boys' volleyball short notice because of his failures and the perceived bad training culture in this team." I couldn't get any more on him, the evidence against him was rather scant. I knew he had the videos but no police, so no investigation. One could call it a gentleman's agreement, but he isn't and I don't feel like one after dealing with him. With his help, we were both able to keep the police out of it and he was dismayed when I told him that the only recordings of the girls getting dressed and training were deleted by me. To be honest, I have no interest in looking at the recordings. I'm concerned about the four bitches, not the sixteen other girls who didn't do anything to me. Those I want to protect. "That means that from now on I'll be the one teaching you. The administration trusts me and I have my credentials as some of you already might know. Any questions?" Candice immediately raises her hand, obviously unwilling to admit defeat. That's what I was hoping for.

"What does that mean? You're a ball boy. What can you teach us?" That's the nice thing about being so predictably evil. It's easy to put Candice in a position where I can manipulate her. The MCD. My advantage, Candice's downfall.

"But I still play better than you," I grin evilly and turn to the class. "You all saw it last time." The fact that I bring up the last day shows the girls that I'm not afraid to forget the unpleasant incident and move on. Only Candice and her gang have a problem with that.

"It was just luck," Lynn interjects to support her friend. "You could never beat us. We're the best players in the class."

Lynn Huoa +1 (PS -99)

That may be true, but you're playing by my rules now.

"Luck or not, everyone saw how I made Candice sweat." That's the problem with being openly mean to others. No one defends you when you get what you deserve. And everyone sees it as justified that I get one over on Candice after what she did. "I got you running like you were a rookie."

Candice Barber. +1 (PS -99)

And I'm right. I suspect that it will only work if Candice also realizes that I have humiliated her. In any case, this confirms my plan. I just have to confirm the... physical aspect too. Luckily, I'm such a good player. Candice, on the other hand, wants to say something but Lynn beats her to it.

"We can beat you at any time?" But I just grin at the two of them.

"Do you think so?" I ask mockingly. Sonya, annoyed by her friends, wants to intervene but Lynn has got going.

"We'll finish you off, you perverted little voyeur!" Some of the girls gasp for air but I stay cool. I'm a boy. Dealing with accusations like this is my life, sadly. But luckily I'm prepared for this.

"A bet, then?" Lynn nods with grim determination.

Lynn Huoa. +1 (PS -98)

"The loser has to admit in front of the whole class that the winner is better," she decides. "And say that the loser is a perverted fucker." Her bad luck. I'm used to being humiliated and the first part of my life as a volleyball ball boy was like the war in the Pacific. I had other theaters of war to satisfy. But now I have my family under control and can devote myself entirely to these four carriers... of evil.

"Deal," I say and look around. "Two volunteers for Sonya's team?"

"Hey," she protests and stabs her comrades in the back. "I didn't say I..."

"Do what you're here for and lead the team," I bluff.

Sonya Mackintosh. +1 (PS -99)

Blinking at my outburst, she joins her team. Of course, as I had hoped, after she chose Rania, two more girls are still missing. Nobody answers.

“Then we’ll play four against four. I need three volunteers.”

Wow. Thanks, girls.

Almost every hand shoots up and I have to admit to myself again and again that I’m not the bad guy here. It’s nice to see that I, myself and a close-knit group like the girls, can find allies against the bully in the Pacific.

“The rest form teams. I'll have an eye on all of you while dealing with this… distraction.”

The groups split up and Sonya carries out my orders like a good robot. Before I can join the girls in my team, however, Rania taps me on the shoulder.

“Hey,” she greets me and looks concerned. “I wanted to apologize for taking part in this,” she murmurs dejectedly. “Candice talked me into it and I…”

“Sonya didn’t take a photo,” I interrupt her harshly. “Even if she is Candce's friend. So no." I shrug and look at her. "Nice body, by the way.” I grin dirty. “Nice tits.” Rania doesn’t even blush. “You did that on purpose, right?” I ask her. “You wanted to get close to me so that Candice would have more power against me.”

“That’s right.” Rania’s eyes almost pop out of her head.

**** honesty bitch. And besides…

Orgasm Control

Candice Barber 95

Lynn Huoa 95

Sonya Mackintosh 40

I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with Rania yet, but the other three are well-prepared for my plans.

“I knew it,” I turn to Rania again. “You’ve made your decision. Go to your team and stay there.”

“Fuck you.” But I just grin dirty at her and join my team.

The chess pieces are on the playing field... Well... Volleyball players. But I’ve cracked the enemy code. AF. I have the advantage.

---

“What kind of serve is that? Play better, Lynn!”

“Shut up you fucker! Aaargh!”

I admit, I’m not a good team player right now. But we play against the bad guys too and I enjoy the support of the other girls. I do intend to be a good coach for the girls. But not for these four. These four belong to me.

The ball flies to me.

“Mine!” And the two girls near me obediently back away from me. Then my teammate hits the ball up and I see her eyes glitter as I hit it hard over the net. Candice thinks she’s going to get it. She dives forward… and falls on her face.

“Point for us!” I clap with my teammate. "And now we all look at Candice Barber and remind ourselves of what we shouldn't do." The girls in the fields next to us, many of whom have already suffered under Candice, don't hold back and giggle while pointing at the girl.

Canice Barber. +1 (PS -98)

But I'm just getting going. Fuck, that feels good. I'm finally free. My eyes turn to Sonya, who is helping Candice to her feet.

"Sonya!" her head snaps angrily around to me. "What kind of captain are you? Get your team to play or I'll find someone else who can." If I had made such a big mistake as storing fuel, torpedoes and bombs together, I would surely be going up in flames like the Imperial aircraft carriers. But I'm better than that and so Sonya's angry stares bounce off me.

"You can't do that!" Rania intervenes from further back in the field instead. "You're a boy. You're not allowed to play with girls."

"I thought you were better than me?" I call back snippily. "Or do you really think I'm better than you?"

"Yes..." I could watch her face lose color all fucking day. Maybe I need something like the code breakers back then and use it on those girls. Get dirtyl oittly secrets I can use against them. But not now. Now...

"Do you hear that, Candice? Rania thinks you're worse than me."

Candice Barber. +1 (PS -97)

She doesn't have to answer anything, I know that she was humiliated. I turn to Sonya.

"Play the ball, Sonya," I call. Her trembling hands grasp the volleyball, but she hesitates and remembers that she is the team captain.

"Maybe we should take a break?" she asks, already a little unsure. And angry. She wasn't part of the 'prank', but has to eat it up and looks annoyed at Candice.

"Then you've lost and have to..."

"No!" Lynn snaps angrily. "It's not over yet!" I grin to myself. It will be difficult to get points, the four are vehemently against behaving the way I want them to, but in the end, the MCD will leave them ****. And until then I'll have fun. Then Lynn grabs the ball and throws it hard to Rania, who is serving.

"This is what it looks like when you compete against me," I call out to the girl who is bending over in her tight shorts. "This is my hobby. I come here to be surrounded by friends." I point to the other girls. Then I point to Rania and speak very clearly. "You could say... This ball... Is my most valuable possession."

Rania hesitates, stops in mid-movement. Her eyes fix on me, astonished by my words. Then she looks down at the ball... and goes limp. She breaks her pose, stands upright, bows her head and stares intently at the ball in her hands. I can see her lips moving as she realizes that the object of her desire is in her hands.

Rania Naziri +4 (PS - 96)

"Play the ball Rania!" I call angrily. "Or you have lost."

"Play the fucking ball!" Lynn screams hysterically at her friend.

Lynn Huoa +2 (PS -96)

Rania flinches and hammers the ball completely wrong against the net.

"Point for us," I cheer and actually feel the friendly slaps of my teammates on my shoulder. "That was pathetic. If Candice played a little better you might have a chance."

Candice Barber +2 (PS -95)

"Shit up you fucking piece of shit!" screams the other girl.

"Sonya! Keep your team under control you lazy sloth!" Sonya just stares at me in disbelief and I expect the same attack from her. But she gets moving, gets her sexy body into position and urges her teammates on.

"Let's play!" she calls and can't look me in the eyes.

Sonya Mackintosh. +1 (PS -98)

"We're serving," I shout. "You can't do it." With that, I step to the net. "Rania. The ball." But Rania doesn't move. "The ball, Rania!" No reaction. She stares at the ball, then at me, then at the others as if she'd forgotten how to push something away from her body. Groaning, I step out from under the net.

"Finn what..." Sonya stammers, but I ignore her and step in front of the little Lebanese girl who is holding the ball tightly in her fingers.

"This is my property," I growl quietly at her and hold out my hand. "Give it to me."

It's like in Lord of the Rings with Bilbo and Gandalf. Rania fights the urge to keep it and when she gives it from her hand to mine, it's as if something inside her is lost that she didn't know existed. She looks at me helplessly.

"I'm... sorry..." she says and looks at me for help.

"You better be," I growl and turn around with the ball. Then I throw it to my teammate and nod encouragingly at the smiling girl.

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The rest of the game is a joke. Rania staggers across the field and even pushes her teammates away to get to the ball. She doesn't understand why she wants it and every time she has to let it go she makes an ugly face. Sonya tries desperately to be a good team leader and in her confusion falls back on mechanical calls that always sound the same, lifeless and without soul. Lynn is so angry about every point she loses that she soon can't concentrate anymore. She takes her anger out on Candice. "It's all your fault!"

But Candice herself is too angry and confused by my verbal attacks to be able to stand properly, let alone aim at the ball.

Too many humiliations, too many mean comments from me, too many attempts to do better, to suppress it, to ignore it. It's not my fault, not really. She isn't prepared for my thunderous shot over the net, sees the ball coming but it's too late.

The ball hits her breasts, with full ****, and makes her fall back with an ugly cough. Her tight ass hits the ground and I hear Sonya scream in shock as I stop in front of the net.

But before any of us can react, Candice lets out a loud, long, slutty moan that fills the entire gym. With her legs spread, one of her sneakers' laces loose and her hands resting on the floor behind her, Candice moans, head tilted, and it's clear that the pain in her breasts is driving her pleasure up. Her orgasm control is at 95 but maybe she didn't make it all the way there. But she did get far enough to get so horny that the whole gym is staring at her.

"Candice... what..." Sony hesitantly approaches her friend who is just coming down from her almost orgasm. With my eyes fixed between her slim legs, I wonder what's making her more insecure. The humiliation, the reaction to the pain or the fact that she can't come.

Anyway...

Candice Barber. +7 (PS -88)

It's good to be me...

And maybe it's going faster than I thought. She gets up on wobbly legs and is supported by Sonya as I step up to the net.

"Are you OK, Candice?" I ask worriedly. It was a real mistake, albeit a welcome one. Like the Dive Bomb Squadron at Midway, I was in the right place at the right time, and Sonya is so confused, Candice so intimidated, neither of them can contradict me. "Sonya," I order. "Take Candice to the first aid room and stay with her."

"O-Okay..." the girl murmurs, but flinches when I hold her by the shoulder, all eyes on us.

"I'm your coach. From now on, you'll respect me." Sonya looks me in the eyes, uncertain, confused, an easy target.

"Yes, Coach."

Sonya Mackintosh. +6 (PS -92)

"Good. Now leave." The two naughty girls rush out of the hall together. "And don't try to take any more naked pictures of yourselves!" I call after them.

Candice Barber. +3 (PS -85)

That leaves two opponents left. I look at Lynn, who still hasn't digested the scene. Rania just stands aside and stares at the ball, her mouth slightly open.

"Should we keep playing?" asks one of the girls which I respect but I shake my head. I've made my point and send my team to the others for a potential rotation. Then I turn to Lynn.

"You lost," I say.

"We're keeping playing!" the Asian American girl snaps at me angrily.

"You couldn't beat us with four people. Do you want to try with two?"

"Yes!" But when I lift the net and walk towards her through it, she takes a step back.

"You lost," I say to her, straight into her beautiful face. "I won."

Lynn Huoa. +5 (PS -91)

"And it looks like you know it." Shit, I'm really a bad loser. But like Midway, it's, well, the Midway so to speak. I still have a long way to go. But now I'm going to treat myself to victory over these four aircraft carriers... girls... Smiling evilly, I bow to her and stretch out my arm. "After you, my lady."

"Fuck you..." Lynn murmurs, quietly, cautiously. "I won't..."

But she will. Because the MCD is forcing her to. It's definitely not her honor that makes her stand in front of the other girls.

"E-Excuse me..." Lynn starts to tremble. "I just wanted to say..." She hangs her head and looks at me with pleading eyes, but only sees my crossed arms and my staring gaze. "I just wanted to say..."

"Louder," I shout. Lynn straightens up.

"Finn is better than me and my team and..." I'm almost afraid she'll smash her fingers, she's clenching them so tightly. But my hands relax, I let them sink and prepare to absorb the homage. "And we're perverted... fuckers..."

Lynn waits for a reaction from the group, but it doesn't come. Maybe I've overdone it? And I don't get any points, which I understand. The MCD just said they would compete against me and want to win. The humiliation is just a bonus, not like with Candice where it's part of the program. But it still feels good.

"That's enough ladies," I say and clap my hands. "You did well. Thank you for accepting me as your coach. The course is over. You can go and get changed."

The girls quickly start moving. Some can't look me in the eye, but others wish 'Coach Lynchwood' a nice evening, and others even smile at me gratefully. All in all, my first lesson could have been worse.

Okay, hitting a student with a ball was definitely not the best way to start, but the next few lessons will definitely be more relaxed. For the other, nice girls. Not for my little robot, my painslut, my rival or the thief.

Speaking of which…

Rania is still standing on the field with the ball in her hand and hasn’t noticed Lynn’s humiliation or the other girls leaving. So I put my hand extra forcefully on her delicate shoulder and the girl flinches hard and looks at me in shock.

“Training’s over,” I say firmly. “Get lost.”

“Yes…” mumbles the girl who has to deal with these strange feelings she has.

“Wait.” She turns around shyly, knowing exactly what she did wrong. “The ball. Give it to me.” Rania looks at her stolen goods again, then at me.

“I… I’ll store it away right away, Finn… Coach!” She smiles in pain. “I’ll do it for you.”

“Nice try,” I growl and follow her. “Give me the ball. It’s my property and you won’t steal it.”

“Oooh…” Rania blinks when she understands what’s driving her. "I... I..." Then the confused girl shrieks as I knock the ball out of her hand with gentle but firm ****. As my fingers close around it, her teeth draw fine lines through the firm flesh of her lips and her dark eyes fixate on her target like a magnet.

"Out... Now!" And Rania flees. From me, but also from her confused desires. I follow her gaze and recognize Sonya who is standing in the entrance to the hall and trying to hide behind the door frame.

"Team captain! Come here!"

Sonya Mackintosh. +1 (PS -91)

"Yes Coach Lynchwood." Oh that sounds amazing.

"You clean up the hall," I say and look at the bewildered captain. "We need a new ball boy."

And here, too, I get no points for the humiliation of the highest-ranking player having to do menial tasks.

"All the balls in the boxes, the nets folded up, the poles dismantled. I expect precise work."

"Yes, Coach."

Sonya Mackintosh. +2 (PS -89)

But I get points for giving her a task that makes her useful.

The last thing I do is push open the door to the first aid room and find half-naked Candice looking at me in shock. Still, besides the big blue bruise on her chest, nice tits.

"What?" I ask as she throws her arms in front of her petite breasts with puffy nipples. "Already forgotten the photo?" I don't even look at her, after all I'm a good coach. Well...

"Finn... I..."

"If you need material to stuff your pussy with your fingers then feel free to stay here," I say soberly and start to undress. Candice's mouth drops open, then she grabs her jersey and runs out of the room with her breasts bouncing and battered.

"Coach Lynchwood. Hey. I could get used to that." Shaking my head, I pull out the MCD and check all the arrangements for this night one last time. One person deserves special attention and I make extra sure that sweet dreams only have the parameters for a beautiful dream that shows her that she can achieve anything and that I'm happy to help her.

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Message from the author: Several pieces of good news for you, but also some bad news. The bad news first. Tomorrow I'm going to visit my family until December 25th, as I'm sure many of you are. With children and family, it will unfortunately be difficult for me to write perverse, kinky, cheesy stories, so I won't be able to do much for you then.The good news is that I wrote for 9 hours straight today and will publish my most cheesy chapter of all times tomorrow. So today **** fantasies with the volleyball bitches, tomorrow something for the soul. At first I wanted to publish it on Christmas, but I hope that you can maybe read it twice. Or better yet, that you are also with your family. If not, I know how you feel.

I will definitely raise my Coke to you and a peaceful time and look forward to continuing to write for you.

But I still have some good news. This time there will even be two polls. It's about basic things. Firstly, I want to know from my readers whether you agree with feminizing a bad boy (biologically still a boy but behaviorally a girl), with him becoming a girl through the MCD (transformation, I think) or whether you would rather not see any of that. I get a lot of messages from people who want something like that to happen, but because it would be my first time with something like that, I want to make sure that I hear all the voices. The bad boy would be the boyfriend of one of the volleyball bitches. Don't fret for Ryan.

And, for now ant the foreseeable future, I can say that Finn will NOT have sex with this boy, however, the poll turns out. I will use Finn to observe the changing (in either way), but the Subject will not be part of his inner circle. I think that will complicate things too much, especially with the changes that will occur at PS -50.

And then, just in time for Christmas, something perverse that we haven't talked about yet. Water sports. And by that I don't mean what the US naval aviators did with the Imperial Japanese fleet at Midway.

Look. Michelle is going to be a puppy. It would be a good idea to do walkies with her. Tammy is going to be a small child and can have potty training. Bella is going to be a cow and maybe at some point won't want to wear clothes anymore. And there are lots of girls that Finn can take **** on.

I used to have something against water sports, but now I see it differently. For me it's about control. Either giving it away (out of affection) or taking it away (out of ****). It's a good way to break taboos and get women further (voluntarily or by ****). I'd like to hear your opinion on this and I'll give you several options. I'd just limit myself to urine, that much should be clear. I would describe the act in both ways, nice and mean, as **** and a gentle act with other characters. And there are options too.

Light water sports. I just describe what happens without 'taking' the reader there. Michelle does her business and she's embarrassed, but then she loves it while Finn waits inside the house. Or I make the characters like Michelle describe it with their own words.

Medium water sports. I take the reader along and describe the act. She lifts her leg and lets it run, she feels good doing it and she even likes it. This is the most common one I would say and the one I have most experience with.

And heavy water sports. I don't hold back, I describe the taste, smell, sound and go into more detail than on medium.

I'm toying with the idea of ​​listing the chapters separately, but that would mean more work and at the moment, with the two chapters today, I know that I won't be mentally capable of doing more. I would work with warnings before the chapter and limit water sports to certain characters and maybe we can introduce a special water sports Path and with doing so, separate ir a bit from other characters. But in the end, this isn't a watersoprts story but I thing, given the kinky nature, this could ba a healthy addition.

I gladly will give you a few sentences od examples if you need more 'in story' info for that.

Whatever. Have a good time and marry Christmas.

Feminization, transformation or nothing at all?

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Watersports light, medium, heavy or none at all?

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