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Chapter 19 by Dlork Dlork

What does he have in mind?

He makes himself bigger.

Sarah's face goes white, then purple before slowly darkening into furious red as she sees Will lounging on the bench in the locker room, totally naked with every sign of relaxation.

'What are you doing here?' She hisses through clenched teeth, blue eyes boring into the young man as he lay there, hands clasped behind his head, lips pursed as he looked Coach Stride up and down appraisingly.

She was definitely wearing far to much. He could barely see anything beneath that baggy white tracksuit. He sniffs and rocks his hips forward lazily, drawing her eye involuntarily to his giant shaft. She gapes for a moment but rallies admirably,

'Get out!' She says, her voice rising in volume, 'Get out before-'

'It's impressive isn't it?' Will says calmly, cutting her off with a gesturing hand to his dick, 'Is it the biggest you've ever seen? I've been getting that a lot lately.' He says, grinning smugly as he eyes once more flick to his impressive girth of their own volition. A small part of him was disappointed his cock didn't swell any more but mostly he was relived.

He was packing *more* than enough to satisfy *any* woman.

Although, it growing past it's already prodigious size would have raised interesting questions about the good coach's previous experiences.

'Yes-' Coach Stern says before her mouth can stop itself and she snaps it shut with an audible click, she shakes her head vigorously, her blond pony tail whipping back and forth she opens her mouth again, 'Leave now before I beat your ass!'

'My ass?' Will says, twisting around to stare at it, 'I feel like that would hurt your hand more than my ass...It is pretty firm isn't it?'

Will grunted as his glutes tensed, firming up to a pair of tight muscles that he would have had to done several dozen squats a day to get without the ring.

'I won't-'

'Jesus! Were you ogling my ass?' Will cuts her off with the sharp question and resists the urge to laugh as Sarah flushes with embarrassment. 'You were!' Will manages to sound scandalised despite wishing to burst out laughing.

'I wasn't-I mean-I'm-' Sarah reeled, unsure how she had lost the advantage, unsure why she hadn't simply stomped this little pissant yet.

Yet...She had been staring at his ass...She wasn't sure why, She had never been inclined towards men before and if she was it certainly wouldn't be this skinny creep who'd she'd caught leering at the cheer team more than once...

She tried to regain the initiative but he cut off yet again!

With a wave of his hand!

'It's fine. I get it, You've got a wandering eye...I mean, You're pretty subtle but you like perving on hot babes as much as I do, don't you?'

Sarah's flush immediately left her face as it went bone white, blood draining from it in shock and horror even as dozens of memories of leering at many dozens of attractive women. Many of which were the students under her care and tutelage!

She had been so careful! She had never been caught before! How had this little shit-

‘How did you-‘

‘Never knew you were into guys though, always guessed you were pure pussy…Guess I’m the exception huh?’

Will shifted again, sly grin on his face as he watches Sarah’s eyes glaze slightly as he tweaked her orientation. His grin only grew as the blond woman’s eyes alighted on him with renewed attraction, yet he eyes darted away, her suddenly dry mouth trying to form words.

How was this happening? She was Sarah Stride! She had never been speechless in her life!

‘I-‘

Will cut her off again, hand stroking his huge schlong, pleasurable tingles running up and down it’s length as she struggled between her desire to perv and her own hardwired sense of modesty…

Still, he’d given so much to so many women already, it was time he got something back!

‘I mean, I get why you’re so hot on me…I mean, I am tall, I am ruggedly handsome, and I am fucking shredded…’

He paused, savouring the last moments before he turned himself into a panty dropping stud,

‘Aren’t I?’

He braced himself against the pleasure, if this felt anything like he ass then-

‘Oh fuck!’ He groaned, his eyes rolling as his entire body grew.

Complete ecstasy wracked his body, lighting bolts of pleasure shooting up his from his toes up his spine and into his brain as he stretched. His legs lengthening even as his torso grew wider.

But that wasn’t even the start of it, he felt his back shift and pop as muscles he didn’t even know he had began to blaze with life and vigor. All across his body, muscles that were barely defined before were now deepening with lines of definition as they swelled and pulsed.

Biceps warred with triceps for space on his thickening arms, bulging against eachother as he tensed in eye rolling pleasure. His shoulders broadened into huge boulders, easily twice as wide as he had been before.

Will groaned, the roaring of blood in his ears, pumping his fat cock with a hand that could now easily fit around the girth despite it’s thickness. The veins running up and down it’s length swelled and pulses as his heart grew larger, his circulatory system growing to keep up with Will’s now giant form.

His stomach pulsed, fat bleeding away and replaced with rock hard muscle. A washboard set of abs, more akin to cobblestones as he ran a large hand over his thickening eight pack.

He grunted, his voice deeper as thick course hair began to form on his face, bursting from his chest as his subtle changes run across his complexion, as it became blemish free.

And just like that, it was over.

Will jerked forward, breathing hard, his new expanded lungs sucking in great gusts of air.

‘Yes…’ A quiet voice interrupted his recovery, forcing him to look up…

No…

Look _across _at Sarah Stride…

Even sitting down he was almost at eye level with the woman…

‘I-You are probably the most…Well defined man I’ve ever seen…and I’ve seen a few…’

‘I don’t doubt it…’ He said, surprising himself with deep bass of his own voice…

‘B-But...You still can’t be here-‘ Coach Stride rallies once more, some of her old fire returning. ‘My…preferences are none of your business and neither do you have any business in this changing room!’

Now onto the Coach!

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