Wes didnât have a care in the world. Heâd made it. He was the star quarterback on his college football team, he was popular, and he was the hottest guy in the world, as far as he was concerned. They were 1 and 5 this season so far, but he didnât let that rain on his parade. The parties never stopped, it felt like he walked on a red carpet no matter where he went. Theyâd lost the game on Saturday but he still had fun that night, so did it really matter? The promo deals kept coming in, his socials were constantly blowing up, it was great.
Wes walked into the locker room on Monday to find the rest of the team waiting for him. They didnât look too happy to see him.
âYo Wes,â the running back Brandon barked, âget your ass over here.â Wes was taken aback, his teammates had never spoken to him like that before. He walked over to where they had grouped up and let his gym bag slide off his shoulder.
âWhatâs the event, boys? Yâall were all waiting for me?â Wes quipped with a hint of anxiety in his voice. He was unsure what to make of this scene. Wes wasnât a small guy at all, at 6â2â and packing well over 200 pounds of muscle, but in that instant he felt intimidated by his team.
âSeems like you didnât hear,â Brandon replied, âthe schoolâs not pleased with our performance currently. âBad opticsâ theyâre sayinâ. They sacked Coach yesterday over it.â His face was a mixture of disappointment and ire, clearly he wasnât taking that news well, despite holding face. Wes knew that Coach and Brandon had been pretty tight, their families had known each other or something like that, he thought. âOur team needs a new coach, new direction. I donât like this losing streak weâve got goinâ on right now, and I feel youâve been slacking on practice and performance,â Brandon continued. âThe way I see it, and I talked to the boys about this, youâre the problem here. And seeinâ as we need a new coach right now, I think you might just fit the bill.â
Wes took a step back. What the hell was Brandon talking about? Him? The new coach? That made no sense, he was young and fit and not at all what a coach was. His heart sank when he heard the door lock behind him, whipping his head around to find one of the linebackers guarding the exit with his hulking frame. He was suddenly surrounded by his own teammates; some looked at him with contempt, and some avoided eye contact all together. His attention was brought back to Brandon as he loudly spat in his own hand. He nodded at the others, who turned from Wes and walked over to the running back, before spitting in his hand as well. In just a few moments, Brandonâs hand was dripping with the thick saliva of every jock on the team, and he locked eyes with Wes as he marched over towards him. Wes was frozen, he couldnât bring himself to move. This whole scene was surreal; what the hell was going on?
Brandon took his spit coated hand and grabbed Wesâ own into a firm, if wet, handshake. He even brought in his other hand for enthusiasm. Brandon looked up at Wes with a sadistic glimmer in his eye.
âCongrats on the new position, Coach,â he said, his voice dripping with vindication. Wes could feel the slimy texture of his teamâs spit pressed into his hand, and before Brandon had even let go, his skin began to tingle, his hand twitching to his disbelief. He stumbled backwards, breaking away from Brandonâs tight grip. Wes stared down at his hand, the feeling of pins and needles pulsing around it. His eyes widened as he watched his palm widen, slowly stretching with a large cracking sound. His fingers elongated one by one before thickening, doubling in size from what he was used to. He felt bones popping and growing as his hand swelled, looking comical in proportion to the rest of his arm. Thick callouses coated his palm as the soft skin wrinkled just a bit more than it shouldâve. The tingling sensation reached a peak, and Wes gagged as he watched as thick hairs pushed out from the backs of his newly beefy fingers. The back of his hand followed next as hairs sprouted through the leathery skin, weaving together into a wiry mat that covered his hand end to end, and started creeping up towards his wrist. He brought his other hand over and felt the newly grown hairs, his still normal hand caressing over the thick wiry hairs that looked alien on his body. His cock lurched in his shorts as he felt the mat of hairs across the back of his palm, bewildered at what was happening to him.
He barely had time to breathe before the hairs continued their advance. The newly grown strands on his hand darkened, as if coming to age, as thick, progressively darker hairs popped up on his wrist, climbing up his forearm in rapid succession. His arm thickened, the lean muscle heâd built up over years of training suddenly bloating, as if heâd been bulking nonstop for all that time. The hairs took advantage of the enlarged terrain, and his forearm was buried beneath a forest of dark, coarse hairs. His bicep bulged slightly, upper arm thickening as muscle but mostly fat packed on, the smooth and tanned skin growing spotty. The tingling feeling that had trickled up his arm alongside the hair intensified into a strong itch, which concentrated itself under his arm.Â
Wes was panicking at this point. He looked down at his arm in disbelief, it looked like it belonged to a different man entirely. He raised his head up to stare at Brandon, who was now sitting on the bench in front of him with a smirk on his face. Wes opened his mouth to lash out at his former teammate, but before he could get a word out the itch in his pit exploded into an unbearable sensation. He quickly pulled his shirt off and raised his arm up, revealing his armpit that had a scant few wispy hairs in it. Wes sighed in relief, but the itching continued. The lump returned to his throat upon seeing a dark, wiry hair push out from between the other light fuzz. In short order another sprouted out, and then another. Wesâ pit quickly turned from pubescent to virile as thick dark hairs continued to burst out, his wispy tuft rapidly becoming a manly thicket of hair. The dark brown hairs tangled together as they curled out from the follicles, becoming an impenetrable jungle trapping sweat and scent in his increasingly oily pit. The jungle continued to spread out, new hairs popping up on the edges of the deeply forested pit, hairs slithering out to claim new territory as older hairs pushed out even longer. He stuck his hand into the growing hairs, feeling them twist and lengthen against his fingers. Unbeknownst to him, his cock was beginning to tent against his compression shorts, the sensation of hair growing in was flooding his body with a euphoric effect as his pit gushed with new hairs.
The steady march of hair continued, reaching from his hand up his arm and through his pit as the first brown hairs began to pop up on his pecs. His nipples perked up as slender threads pushed out from around their edges, wispy strands that glistened in the harsh locker room lighting. Wes watched as those hairs grew darker as more and more started cropping up, his nipples became the center of a vortex of stubbly hairs that crept out across his chest. The hairs remained flat against his skin as they coated his pecs in a light, but still visible field of hair. The density of that growing field was lessened somewhat as he saw his pecs bloat slightly in size, growing a tad softer as they enlarged. His refined, chiseled body continued to vanish before his eyes, his abs softening until they blended in entirely. Hair began to trickle down over his newly padded stomach, a trail tracing towards his navel and past it, soft brown hairs pushing out in branches from that central line. Wes groaned as his nipples grew larger, becoming more proportional to his growing chest.Â
The other players surrounding Wes were hypnotized by his growth, and Brandon was front and center with a nasty grin on his face. He had one more idea to try out. While Wes was completely distracted in his own world, Brandon approached him and once again spat in his own hand. He yanked Wesâ shorts down, exposing his now fully erect cock. Before Wes could react Brandon grabbed hold of Wesâ balls with his saliva laden hand, squeezing them tight. Wes groaned again, this time much louder as pain and pleasure pulsed from his testicles. In an instant, they began to swell in size, his sack stretching to accommodate. They doubled, then tripled in size, growing from grapes to lemons, hanging lower and lower. Wes could feel them churning, immediately beginning to fill with cum as they started pumping testosterone out into his body. His scrotum wrinkled, tingling as hairs started to push out. Dark brown strands quickly coated his entire sack, the coarse hairs curling as they sprouted and tangling together, creating a nest that swung between his legs. He reached down and cupped his balls with a similarly furry hand, feeling how hot and heavy theyâd become.Â
The added hormones quickly began to act on Wesâ body, his cock stiffening even more as it slowly inched out. Wes looked down to see his groin darken, brown pinpricks spreading across the skin as they formed a dense shadow. Pale skin was overrun by budding hairs, the pinpricks blossoming into a lush forest that surrounded the base of his cock before spreading out over the fertile ground. Wes ran his hand through the growing bush, feeling the hairs lengthen and curl around his fingers, tangling together with the thick strands on his fingers. His cock lurched, shooting out another inch and thickening as a feeling of pleasure heâd never experienced washed over him, his mind conflicted between hormones and horrors. More and more of Wesâ groin vanished beneath the growing hairs, forming the full triangle he vaguely remembered from Coachâs sex ed lecture, before continuing its assault. The hairs lengthened, curling together as they unfurled, the mass stretching further away from his skin as the bush took on true volume.
The wiry strands climbed upwards towards his navel, reaching the growth trailing down from his chest and igniting a new surge of fur that shot back up the vine. His trail thickened and darkened, more hairs twisting into its form as his stomach continued to soften, the entire gut beginning to form a mass. The growing hairs reached back to his pecs and exploded out like a firework, the soft fuzz previously adorning his chest blooming into a rugged pelt. Testosterone was surging out from his newly grown balls, flooding the follicles across his body with the fuel to pump out thicker, darker, wirier hairs. His pecs continued to bloat and sag, though the growing forest did its best to hide that fact. Between every existing hair two more sprouted, weaving across his skin into a dense rug that crawled up towards his collarbone. They grew long and thick, ensuring a tuft of hair would pop out of any shirt collar. The pelt climbed up and over his shoulders, his traps growing as hairy as most guysâ chests.Â
Wes grunted as his neck thickened, his Adam's apple doubling in size as his voice dropped to a husky growl. The bulge protruding from his neck was quickly swallowed up by a shadow heâd seen before; dark pinpricks spread upwards from his chest coating his neck in stubble before moving up to his jaw. Another, more pained grunt burst from Wesâ mouth as his jaw bone shifted and cracked, becoming much wider and more angular. His newly defined face was instantly coated with a dark 5 oâclock shadow, one which crawled high onto his cheeks. The prickles of hair appeared on his upper lip, completing the shadow across his face. He brought up his hand to feel the stubble, his fingers gliding across the expanse of bristles, and his cock throbbed in response, globs of precum pouring out of the tip. Under his fingertips, Wes could feel the hairs begin to push out, shadow turning to stubble turning to beard as a thick coat sprouted evenly across his face. Where before he barely had peach fuzz he now had a short but incredibly dense coating adorning his face, obscuring his pale flesh beneath.Â
Short would not describe his beard for long, however. Wesâ balls churned, inundating him with more and more testosterone, with his follicles reacted accordingly. Hair surged out from his face, growing inch after inch into a coarse, wild mane. Thickening strands interwove as curls tangled and pushed out from his face. His hand remained on his cheek, the sensation of hairs sprouting and twisting around his fingers had him high on euphoria. For every inch his beard pressed out, his cock grew larger. By the time his beard reached his chest, fully blending into the hairs there, he had a rod pushing ten inches and thick as a beer can. Wesâ other hand drifted down towards his rock hard member, but his focus was stolen by a gurgling sensation in his stomach.Â
He looked down, only to see his already plush torso fattening up beneath the fur coat. His pecs softened even more, coming to rest on a gut that grew outwards at an alarming rate, as Wes packed on dozens of pounds in seconds. His muscle mass stayed, even increased underneath, but his body was soft with a layer of fat coating it all. His enormous bush disappeared from view behind the growing belly, only leaving the tip of his massive cock visible as it leaked precum. Wesâ hand now rubbed across his furry gut, feeling the hairs continually sprouting across the growing landscape. A deep groan slipped from his lips as his foreskin regrew over his massive cock, something heâd never experienced before. His hand moved down to grasp his thick cock, feeling the new skin and the incredible pleasure as he began stroking it. Precum poured out of the head of his cock as Wes fell further into his state of bliss. He didnât even notice as his gut continued to grow, and his limbs grew plump as his body continued to balloon outwards, like heâd given up taking care of himself for 20 years. As he grew larger, the dense pelt heâd grown continued to fill in as more skin became available, follicles awakening and pushing out thick brown hairs in every corner.
Brandon and the rest of the boys stood back and watched the show, as Wes lost himself to the sensations of growth. Brandonâs own cock started to tent his shorts as he watched fur wrap around his former teammateâs body, there was something so primal and masculine about it. He looked up and saw a bunch of the others with a hand down their pants, similarly turned on by the transformation. âFuck it,â Brandon thought, and joined them, stroking his stiffening cock that had already left a precum stain on his shorts.
Wes had lost all thought in his head but the need to jack off. He had one hand gripping his cock and another rubbing through the growing fur across his belly, the thick hairs twisting and tangling around his fingers. A low groan leaked out from his gaping mouth, as he could feel every hair popping up across his body, each one like a miniature orgasm in itself as a new brown hair erupted out from his skin. What Wes couldnât see though, was how the hair on his shoulders had started to crawl down his back. Wispy hairs cropped up in patches on his shoulder blades, before growing darker and thicker. The patches spread out quickly, hairs spreading and merging together over his spine, where the hair seemed to shoot up and down even more rapidly. A rug was growing in, connecting his shoulders to his neck and down towards his ass in an unbroken stretch of fur. The dark brown hairs grew longer and longer, shrouding his skin below as the pelt consumed his widening back. At the base of his spine there was an explosion of fur, with thick curly strands popping out just above his ass. The patch grew denser and darker than the rest of his back, as if the testosterone had pooled there, igniting the follicles. That was only the prelude it seemed, as shortly after his massive ass cheeks tingled, hair racing over the expanses and coating them with a wiry mat, one that only grew more and more tangled in between. His crack itched as the same thick wiry hairs bust out into the confined space, weaving together into an impenetrable jungle that quickly grew sweaty. Wes groaned again as his hole was surrounded by curly hairs, his sensations heightened by the hormones and hair.
Wesâ groans echoed off the lockers lining the room, the sweat and stench of his growing body mixing with that of the team and the copious amounts of used gear spread around to create a noxious yet almost erotic musk. By this point every single other athlete in the room had started jerking off, the combination of pheromones and Wesâ hair overriding any sane thought in their minds. Brandon had let his shorts fall to the ground, fully engrossed in his own masturbation, gliding his hand up and down his fully erect cock as it drizzled precum onto the floor. Between shallow breaths, he could feel his balls churning, ready to release a load like none heâd felt before. He slowly hobbled over towards Wes, not letting up on his cock in the slightest, feeling the pressure building in his balls more and more. The other guys followed his lead, approaching Wes in a circle while all still stroking. Brandon's breath rose to a fever pitch as he tipped over the point of no return, his balls emptying copious amounts of cum as his cock erupted. His load came out in pulses, shooting across Wesâ massive chest and gut, the cum catching in his thick beard and body hair. The other boys couldnât hold out any longer either, with each of them letting loose their own massive loads. The room echoed with grunts and moans as jock cum splattered across Wesâ huge body. His thick pelt was saturated with semen, the thick sticky liquid seeping deep into his fur.
Wesâ body tingled, the cum-soaked hairs thickening up and growing longer as his breath quickened, his body preparing for the finish. Everywhere he was painted with cum the hair grew denser, more sensitive. The feeling of hairs knotting together pushed Wes towards climax just a bit more as his neverending pelt fluffed out. His whole body shuddered as his massive balls let loose a flood, his cock widening in preparation. Wesâ hips bucked involuntarily as his cock erupted, a deep roar booming from his throat as a load larger than all the jocksâ combined shot out, gush after gush of hot cum spraying across his hairy face and gut. One shot flew up and over his head, coating one of his teammateâs toned chest in thick spunk. Under where the cum landed, the jockâs skin grew itchy, and seconds later dark hairs began to sprout through the liquid. He couldnât believe his eyes as his chest sprouted a rug befitting a man 20 years older.Â
Wes continued to empty his balls onto his body, his cock releasing a seemingly endless amount of semen onto his still thickening pelt. Underneath the dozens of cum splatters his body hair grew denser, curlier, reabsorbing all the testosterone into his body. His breaths grew ragged, his energy consumed as his fountain turned to a drizzle. Wes collapsed onto the bench, not used to the size and weight of his new body. His senses slowly returned to him, the intense euphoria fading as he took stock of what had happened to him. Before he could panic or say anything, Brandon approached him, a huge grin plastered on his face. Brandon slapped him on the back before grabbing his massive paw with both hands.
âWelcome to the team, Coach. I think the rest of the seasonâs lookinâ up now,â he said with a chuckle. âCome on over boys, let's make sure our new coach is ready for practice tomorrow.â
