The Summer Is Magic - Yellow
The yellow orb finally reached it's target.
@absqrst was getting tired. He sure loved rugby, but god was it exhausting! To finish up today's practice, coach made them throw their balls as far as they could. He and his teammates lined up and from right to left started to toss it as hard as they could. Alex was second to last to throw it. He walked back a little, ran forwards and tossed it as far as he could. His teammates whistled as the rugby ball flew over the fence into the little forest behind the field. Coach slapped Alex on the back and laughed. "Looks like you'll be going for a little walk!”
Alex hopped the fence gate with ease. The hard part would be locating this stupid ball! Why did he grab a light one for fuck's sake. The woods grew more and more dense and soon it was dark. Luckily he had his phone with him which he could use for light. "Jesus fucking Christ, where is this fucking ball!” Just as he said this, he noticed a ray of sunlight that was able to break through the canopy, and in the center of this ray was his ball, as if it was taunting him. “Finally!”
Alex jogged over to the ball and saw that it had landed in some sort of goo. It looked very sticky and it smelled oddly familiar, like vanilla? Alex reached out pick up the ball so he could finally return home, but when he touched it he realised it was entirely covered in the weird substance. This didn't stop him though and he quickly lifted it and put it under his arm. “I'll clean this when I get baaaaaaaaa…” His voice suddenly trailed off and his eyes glazed over. No longer did he care about getting the ball back to his coach. Alex brought the ball to his face and smothered himself with it, feeling light stinging in his lower jaw. When he retracted the ball he saw a face print in the goo, but it didn't look like his own. A rough stubble was definitely not something that he usually had! He then started rubbing the ball all over his body. Wherever it went, his body changed. His muscles shrunk a little, but they became much more defined. A picture perfect eight pack was visible through his uniform for a second, quickly disappearing again when his uniform became an expensive suit.
When his feet had finished growing to their new size, Alex stood up straight again. He slid down his pants with one hand (the other of course tightly grasping the ball). A nice jockstrap cuddled his cock and ass and the front was soaked in precum. When the jockstrap was slid down, his 3 inch erection bounced up and left a trail on his suit. He pressed his dick against the ball and rubbed it against him, the goo slowly covering and growing the chub. A thick and mighty 7.5 inch erection replaced his old one, with big pendulous balls complimenting it's size. The ball then was brought to his face. Even though his exterior was done transforming, his voice was still the same. To change that, Alex started making out with the ball, licking up as much goo as he could find. When he lowered the ball and moaned, his voice became about an octave lower and a lot more raspy.
“What is taking Alex so long? He should have been back by now!” Coach opened the gate and walked into the woods. It was weird that he hadn't heard of Alex yet. The last time this had happened and Alex couldn't find it, he had just come to coach after 5 minutes of searching and they'd searched together. But now he'd been in there for over an hour! After pushing a few twigs aside, Coach saw a guy standing in the sun with his pants around his ankles, cum on his suit and a ball in front of him, staring at nothing. Somehow the guy looked familiar, but he didn't know where he knew him from. “Mate, are you alright?” No response. Coach walked up to the guy and inspected the ball. “Hey that's our property! Where's Alex? What have you done to him?!” “Alex is no more Coach. I'm Chris now.” God that voice was weird. It sounded so robotic and raspy, but for some reason coach couldn't help but get hard. Wait why DID he get hard? He was straight!
While Coach was deep in thought, Chris had brought the ball to his exposed rear. “Hey what are you doing with that ball?” Before he got an answer, coach watched Chris put the entire ball inside his asshole. He watched it stretch to inhumane sizes and then clamp back to a tight virgin asshole. At the same time, Chris started to moan. With each inch that entered him, he felt his orgasm build more and more. When his hole shut, he couldn't hold back anymore. Without a warning, he started to cum all over the coach. With each rope of cum, Chris felt his old memories fade and new ones take their place. Memories of shooting movies and red carpets drowned out any memory of Alex. When he was done shooting, he saw coach worshipping his feet. "Please Chris. Please let me worship you.” Chris was dumbfounded for a moment when a new set of memories appeared. Memories of dominating men, breeding their asses and taking whatever they were worth.
“I like your watch, boy. And it's Master Pine for you.”