Dillon had no idea what Coach Parker wanted. He’d barely ever seen the man on campus, let alone sought out to talk to him. Yet, for some reason, the man wanted to see him. Dillon wondered if it was something about helping tutor some of the football players to get through their class or if he was just expecting Dillon to do all the work.
“Ahh… You made it,” Coach Parker smiled as he saw Dillon sitting on the bench outside of his office.
“Uh-huh,” Dillon nodded, still uncomfortable around the other man. “I did.” He paused. A stale silence filled the air between them. Coach Parker went through and checked something off the list. While Dillon sat there even more confused. He didn’t know what to say. He just forced something out. “What did you need me for?”
“Oh that?” Coach Parker let out a laugh. “It’ll be easier if I show you.”
Coach Parker was already walking away before Dillon realized what had just happened. He quickly got up from the bench and rushed to catch up. “S-show me?” he questioned as they left the locker room and went into the main gym.
“Of course. Show you,” Coach Parker smiled watching as Dillon desperately tried to keep pace with him.
It didn’t help that the man was a good five inches taller than Dillon. Nor did it help walking through the strong smell of metal and gym sweat. Dillon did everything in his power not to upturn his nose. All these guys could pulverize him with an arm tied behind their back and he knew it.
They passed Steve, the quarterback. “New recruit?” Steven asked as he rested between sets. Dillon flinched hearing the man’s voice. The deep reverberating sound sent a shock through him.
It’s not like Steve was a bad guy, only a guy the Dillon never thought he’d be around. People said Steve was friendly and he seemed to be able to make friends fast in whatever class he was in. But he was also a jock. Dillon always had trouble with big muscular men like that.
Coach Parker stifled a laugh. “Maybe.”
“Well, make him a lineman. Lucas isn’t cutting it,” Steve called out to Coach Parker as they passed.
The two continued passed a squat rack with a man lifting what looked to be three times Dillon’s weight. “That’s Lucas…” Coach Parker grinned.
Dillon felt his body seize up. This joke was going on for way too long. None of this made any sense.
“Coach,” Dillon said without even fully realizing it. “What do you want from me.”
“I want you to be on the team,” Coach Parker pointed to the dumbbells.
“B-b-be on the team!?” Dillon sputtered out. “Are you serious!?” He nearly started laughing. Whatever fear or intimidation he felt from the other man was fading fast. “You can’t be… Right? I mean look at me!”
The laughter didn’t deter Coach Parker in the slightest. He ignored it completely. “I know. But if you trust me I can change all of that. All you have to do is work out with me and then imagine yourself as the biggest strongest motherfucker on the field.”
Dillon wanted to laugh again, but the Coach’s serious face made it nearly impossible. He stared blankly wondering if this was some kind of setup or that he was about to be the butt of a joke. However, Coach Parker just handed him a weight.
“Go on. Just do a quick workout…” Coach Parker said.
“F-fine,” Dillon nodded. He didn’t fully understand what was going on but the seriousness in the Coach’s eyes made it at least feel genuine. And how bad could one workout be? Just do a couple of sets of curls and then head out. No pranks. No laughter. Just some weights.
As Dillon started lifting a strange new urge started to well up within him. He’d never exactly felt this before but lifting these dumbbells almost felt good. Even though it was such an easy exercise, his heart started beating faster. He continued going through the exercise without even thinking and then set the weight back down.
“Pretty good feeling, eh?” Coach Parker nudged him.
“I guess…” Dillon said, somewhat unsure what was going on. There was a dull feeling radiating through him. He couldn’t quite figure it out. How could lifting a weight like that feel so good. Part of him didn’t want to admit that Coach Parker was right. Another part of him wanted to lift even heavier weights.
Just feeling the tension with something so light sent a fire through him to show off more. He wanted to pick something heavier up. He paused looking at himself in the mirror. “Is this me?” he questioned softly. Why did he feel so different all of a sudden? Why did he want to push himself? Maybe it was just seeing the small amount of change in his bicep as they shifted with each rep. Or maybe it was the desire to show off more.
Coach Parker gave him a firm pat on the back. “See? Feels pretty good, don’t it,” he grinned. “Now all you have to do is imagine yourself as the biggest guy around.”
For a second Dillon looked back at the coach. Then he looked around the room. There were so many big guys there. Each one sporting different kind of muscle. The quarterbacks and running backs had lean and defined muscles while the linebackers were hulking men filled with thicker fuller bodies with a healthy amount of fat.
Each man showed off a different version of strength. Some were more for sprinting, some were for coordination and skill and then there were the pure powerhouses that could carry people on their shoulders like they were nothing more than a backpack.
Dillon stared at the different men. Deep down there’d always been a bit of envy within him. Each man looked so strong and confident he couldn’t help but stare, then there was him, this little weakling who was only good at studying. He stared longer focusing on the biggest guys in the gym. Why shouldn’t he be like those linebackers?
He felt his face and a beard started to grow. ‘No. I don’t want their hair. Only their size. Hell, I want to be bigger. Stronger. More defined like the bodybuilders. More powerful than the powerlifters.’ All that envy and jealousy poured out of him. All that smallness that they made him feel was churning a deep frustration in him.
The words repeated in his mind until his body started to react. “Oh shit…” Dillon keeled over as the intense feeling rocketed through him. His body was responding. His heart rate sped up to an insane degree. The intensity of thousands of workouts hit him all at once. Each muscle seized and then grew. A pulsing radiated through his body as he felt the intensity grow.
His shirt couldn’t take it anymore. As his biceps continued to develop the muscle effortlessly tore through his graphic t shirt. Then his chest. Two massively heavy pecs pushed out in front of him. With each breath his chest pushed a little bit further out but never came back in.
The growth continued through him. His shoes tore apart under the sudden shift in size. His toes snuck their way out of the front and then the sheer size of his feet crushed the rest without any effort.
It was a good thing that Dillon wore athletic shorts as the mass in his legs quickly filled them up. Powerful quads that could effortlessly stop even the biggest of men developed when no muscle had been before.
Dillon slowly regained control over his body. “Fuck…” he breathed. The deep voice would have scared his former self, but this giant of a man was not so easily intimidated. He stared blankly in front of him. “Huh?” he uttered stupidly.
“Sorry man…” Coach Parker said. “Part of the deal. Whatever your focusing on is what you become. And hell, I’d say I made the right decision picking you!”
“Me?” Dillon grunted stupidly. His mind felt slower. Thoughts wouldn't come. Only working out and showing off. He looked over his hulking body and flexed his massive arm. It was easily the biggest in the whole gym. “Hell yeah. Look at me.” He grinned flexing different parts of his body. He would have thought it weird to show off so much, but with body like this there’s no reason not to.
“Also I have to apologize. This was the largest shirt we had,” Coach Parker smiled. He held up a sleeveless shirt with the school’s mascot on it. “I had high hopes you would pull through, didn’t expect this much though.”
Dillon continued flexing his body. “Don’t worry coach. They won’t mind.” He laughed, flexing again and watching as the other guys in the gym were checking him out. The distinct faces of jealously, envy and lust radiated through the college gym. Dillon grinned, ready to test out this new body.
Story by me. Pictures made by ChatGPT
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