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If you are the sort to be insulted by rape, underage sex, bestiality, incest, or any other such sensitive subjects STOP NOW. I did not write these stories for the fair weather reader!

But if you want to take a stroll into the unfortunate and soon to be warped reality of Jake West (And if you have a nasty love for long, slow, and dark transformation stories) keep reading!

Jake sighed as he looked at the long line of young men signing up for the football team this year. A lot of them were bigger than Jake, and most were more muscular. The worst part was this was only the freshmen! Sure Glen Wood High was a big school and all, but only the best would make it onto the team! The school had hired a new coach this year, and from the buzz Jake had heard he was pretty good. Jake needed something to give him an edge over all these other guys, but he didn't know what on earth it could be.

As the Jake got closer and closer to the front of the line he began to think about his past sporting record. Jake had mostly played soccer as a younger kid, but at age ten his dad had insisted Jake try foot ball at least once. Jake tried out for the flag football team and to his surprise, he made it! Ever since then Jake had been so into football it hurt. Unfortunately it was like puberty had skipped over Jake all together! Not only had he remained short, but he hadn't gained much weight either. At age fourteen Jake had hoped he would have at least started puberty, but it would seem that he was a late bloomer, despite how much he hated it.

While Jake day dreamed the front of the line got closer and closer until finally Jake was the next up. "Next!" a low and gruff voice said as Jake stepped forward. Jake sucked in a big breath of air when he saw the new coach. The guy was HUGE, even in the chair he was taller than everyone standing around. His arms were as big as Jake was around, and the rest of him was just about as over sized. The guy was hairy too! He was covered in coarse straight black hair from his overly muscular arms up to his forehead. In fact the guy had stubble on his entire face! Even his nose and forehead!

Jake was more than a little intimidated by the man, and to make matters worse he seemed to ooze aggression from every hairy pore of his skin. As soon as Jake saw him he felt like the man was sizing him up, like a butcher looks at a piece of meat. "Um, hi Coach Fisher" Jake said and stepped forward.

"Name" Coach Fisher said without looking up from the piece of paper he was writing on. "I said NAME!"

"Jake, Jake West.... Sir" Jake said nervously.

"Letter"

Jake handed the man the two letters he held in his hand. One was a bill of health from the Jake's family doctor; the other was a note from the junior high football coach. Jake had begged him to write a recommendation to the new high school coach, but Jake didn't know if good word alone would get him on the team. Fisher took both letters and glanced quickly at the first and then at the second. He read the second and raised the right half of his mono-brow and then glanced up at Jake.

"Says here that you're a pretty good player, Coach Green even recommends you for quarter back or kicker" Fisher said and looked at Jake a second time.

Jake was too nervous to do more than nod.

"It also says you have a ‘positive energy' or some sort of bull shit like that!" Fisher said and dropped the letter in disgust.

Jake's heart fell to his feet, he thought the letter would help him, not hurt him! "I'll do anything to get on the team! You gotta give me a chance coach! I can do it!" Jake pleaded.

"Anything huh...?" Fisher said and smiled. Jake swore he saw sharp points on the end of the man's canines. "I'm trying to groom some of you younger boys into replacing the shit that Truman left me. I might have a place for you, but I need you to meet me after sign ups. Wait till everyone is gone than come to my office. We can talk about it then, k kid?"

Jake nodded in excitement and reached for the coach's hand, "You won't regret this Coach! You just wait!" Jake said as they shook hands excitedly. As the shook Jake noticed how rough Fisher's hands were. They felt like freaking sand paper!

Jake made his way to the bleachers of the indoor basket ball court where the sign ups were being held and sat down. He had told his parents that he would be home by four, but neither one would be home till six, so he figured they wouldn't care. Plus Jake's dad had played for the Glen Wood Badgers so he wouldn't care if Jake had to stay over to get on the team. Time seemed to crawl by and one by one people finished with sign ups. Coach Fisher had told Jake to wait till everyone was gone, so when the last group of people left Jake hopped off the bleachers where he had been sitting and made his way over to Fisher's office. The door was left slightly ajar, but Jake felt the need to knock. "Come in" Fisher said in his impossibly deep voice, and Jake nervously pushed the heavy door open.

Jake had been in here once before, when Coach Truman had been here. Truman had kept a neat office full of jerseys and autographed balls, but Coach Fisher's office was nothing like that. Sure there were jerseys and stuff hanging up, and there was an entire wall of photos of huge muscular guys. Guys that Jake swore looked strangely similar to Coach Fisher, but were clearly not him. What separated Fisher's office from Truman's was the weight set that occupied one half of it, and the benches that were obviously meant to use the weights on. Jake had never seen someone use their office as a mini gym when there was one with some pretty good equipment just across the gymnasium, but who was Jake to judge.

Currently Fisher was pounding out a massive amount of weight on the bench press, but he made it look easy as he pushed it over his massive chest over and over again. "You said you wanted to talk to me after everyone left Coach Fisher?"

"Call me Coach please, or Tom, or even Fisher, you make it sound so formal Jake" Fisher said and put the weights down with an audible clang. "You know what gets me Jake?"

Jake was surprised with the informal way Coach Fisher addressed him, almost like they had been friends all along or something. "Um, what is that sir?"

Fisher laughed and stood up. He walked over to Jake and put a massive hand on Jake's shoulder, "That's enough of that son; I know you have a lot of respect for me, that's good! But you need to relax! I want you to like me! Think of me as your father, your new and improved father" Fisher said and led Jake to one of the three weight benches.

Fisher pushed Jake down forcing him to sit on the bench, and then sat on the one opposite of Jake. "Um, if you say so, Coach"

Fisher laughed again, "So you want to be on the team huh Jakey?"

Jake's heart skipped a beat, "I'll do anything Coach! I swear, you name it and I'll do it!"

"Alright" Fisher said and smiled, again Jake swore his teeth were unnaturally sharp, "I want you to do something for me Jake"

"Anything Sir"

"I want you to watch me exercise... to spot me" Fisher said and smiled, "But first"

Fisher stood and reached down to the skin tight shirt he wore with the team logo on in. He placed his hands on the front and grabbed a handful. In one swift motion accompanied by a flex of his whole impossibly muscular body Fisher ripped his shirt off causing it to shred into tiny pieces. "Wow!" Jake said as he looked at Fisher's abnormally muscular and hairy body.

"That's better" Fisher said and flexed a few times for himself. In one word Jake could summarize the man standing in front of him, impossible. Fisher was massively muscular down to the tiniest little hump. And on top of all that muscle was what equated to fur. Fisher looked like one of those guys that grew hair all over their bodies, but worse than that Fisher's hair was thick and it lay in a pattern across his undulating skin. His chest was particularly thick in the middle between his pecs and trailing down to his pants like a thick furry snake. It was so thick and coarse in fact that it almost looked like his body hair had body hair! Jake was a little put off seeing as he was completely hairless himself, except on his head.

Fisher then proceeded to lay back on his bench and to do bench presses, "Come over here Jake" Fisher said and Jake hopped up and went around the bench to Fisher's head. "Lean in close, put your hands on the bar... good" Jake did as he was told and to his surprise it was almost like he was lifting the weight himself, but his arms weren't hardly doing anything. "Closer, come on Jake, don't be afraid" Fisher said as Jake watched him push the weights up and down.

"L...like this?" Jake said as his body as close to Fisher as he possibly could without touching the man with Jake's crotch.

"No, closer, don't be afraid, I don't care if you touch me" Fisher said and Jake scooted closer pressing his junk to the top of Fisher's head. "That's it Jakey! Good boy!" Fisher said and smiled up at Jake, "Now take a deep breath... that's it..." Jake was suddenly aware of a strong musky smell coming from Coach Fisher. It was almost gross smelling, but Jake was to afraid to pull away from the stench. "Now I want you to close your eyes Jake and picture yourself lifting the weight in your arms. Don't include me in your vision, just yourself and the weight. Feel the weight, the pressure of it against you" Fisher said.

Jake could almost see himself lifting the massive amount of weight in his arms. "I... I can see it Coach!"

"Good! Now we're going to change positions!" Coach Fisher said cheerfully and set the weight down hard.

Jake didn't like the idea of that. Just being under that much poundage sounded dangerous, much less knowing it could cleave him in half! But Jake wanted to be one the team so bad that he complied. "Like this?" Jake said and positioned himself under the weight bench like Fisher had been moments ago.

"Perfect! You're a fast learner!" Fisher said and Jake soaked in the praise. "Now push up with all your might and close your eyes. You're gunna lift this weight no matter what, so don't worry!"

Jake did so and pushed up as hard as he could. To his surprise the weights floated up into the air and stayed there. "Now let them fall, but not too fast... there you go, good job! And push up! Good... good, now again, again! Again!"

Jake smiled as he felt the weights press up and down up and down. Grinding against his head with their hardness... wait; whatever was pressing against Jake's head wasn't the weights, but it sure was hard! Jake opened his eyes just in time to see Fisher smiling down at him with the weights in his hands slowly and patiently lifting. "Whoa!" Jake said as he noticed Fisher's junk was pressing against his head, and by the bulge in the man's pants the coach had a hard on!"

"You're not supposed to look Jakey! That's cheating!" Fisher said and forced Jake to rack the weight on the bar above him.

Jake bolted upright and looked at the massive package in Coach Fisher's pants, "What, what's going on Coach!"

Fisher smiled and looked down at himself, "Oops sorry Jake, I get a little excited about exercise. You know I wasn't going to say anything, but it looks like you're a little excited too!" Jake looked down at his own pants and noticed a sizable bulge in them.

Jake had gotten hard before, but never like this! His cock ached in his pants, and every breath of air seemed to make it worse. "Oh, wow! That's... that is..." Jake said and blushed.

"It's no problem Jake! I was the same way when I was your age! I practically worshiped my coach, and then one day, after a long hard practice he helped me out with my problems. After that I got so much better at Football. So good that I went professional and played for the big teams, but that wasn't my true calling? No, I wanted to come to schools like this one, and help young men like you with your problems too!" Jake broke out in sweat as his cock pushed against the constraints of it's cotton and denim prison. "Won't you let me help you too Jake? You could be like these guys! Every one of them started like you, pure and innocent! I need that innocence Jake; I need to take it away to make you like me! Don't you want to be like me?"

Jake's mind was wheeling in circles. Each breath, each long and heavy pant made him yearn for release. Jake thought briefly about being huge and muscular. Hell he wouldn't mind being hairy either! Jake looked up at Coach Fisher, his eyes full of lust, yearning, wonder, and possibly love, all at the same time. "I want to be like you coach!" Jake moaned softly.

"I thought you'd never ask" Fisher said as he bent down and placed a hand over Jake's bulging crotch. He grasped the tiny zipper with startling ease and quickly pulled it down. The sudden release of pressure on Jake's dick made the boy moan aloud and whip his head back. "Deep breaths Jakey, no need to hurry things; this is my favorite part!"

Jake moaned again, softer this time as Fisher unbuttoned Jake's pants causing his cock to quickly fill with blood. Jake had never seen himself like this. Even when he was thirteen and had stolen some naughty pictures from his dad he had never been this hard. "Oh, Coach! I want it!" Jake said lustily.

Fisher smiled and bent down over Jake and placed his mouth close to Jake's, "This will only take a moment, but trust me, you'll like it" Fisher said and knelt down next to Jake on the bench. Fisher closed the space between their teeth and roughly kissed Jake. At least Jake thought it was like a kiss, but to his surprise his mouth filled with a strange tasting fluid. Behind the fluid came Coach Fisher's tongue, and with it the realization that Jake was making out with his Football coach. The rough stubble of the man's lips and cheek hurt as it rubbed against Jake's smooth skin. As Jake's mouth filled with the strange liquid and Fisher's tongue Jake was forced to swallow. He felt like he was almost drinking Fisher's spit, and it hadn't been making his boner ach worse with every swallow Jake probably would have pulled away. After a moment though Coach Fisher pulled away and wiped a strange black liquid from his lips. "Look at you Jake, watch your need rise! You truly are the purest I've ever had. You'll give me lots of good seed my little puppy"

As Fisher spoke Jake's cock swelled, no it bulged with growth. In seconds it seemed to fill what precious little space was available in Jake's white-e tight-es. As Jake stared in wonder the fabric began to shred. His cock pulsed again and the tiny tears became larger and larger until he could almost see the pink skin of his cock, only it wasn't pink, it was a deep red with massive purple veins bulging around it. "Oh, oh god!" Jake moaned as he threw his head back in bliss.

"No! Watch it Jake! Watch it grow and burst from it's prison!" Fisher said in a voice that was so rough it was nearly a growl.

Jake looked back at his shorts, remarking at how he could see his balls bulging painfully below the massive hard shaft of his cock. "No" Jake moaned softly as his cock pulsed again sending a mind bending wave of pleasure through his tiny body, "Oh no!" Jake said again as the tears became flat out holes and an audible ripping sound came from Jake's crotch. "Holy FUCK!" Jake said at last as his cock pulsed one last time and tore through its prison! Jake sucked in air as he watched his dick explode into the air!

"That's my boy Jake!" Fisher said as pure mind bending pleasure forced Jake's eyes to roll back in his head. When he finally could focus again it was on the head of his now massive cock. It was huge! Bigger than Jake's own fist! And it was covered by dark purple veins. Stranger yet was the shape of the cock. Jake swore he was cut, and before he had had a distinct helmet shaped head, but now he was larger and conical; like a rocket. Plus the skin was different, not rough like it had been before, but oddly thicker seeming how it was stretched so tight. Below the head the shaft bulged with veins as well, it too seemed to be different, aside from being big enough to be a third leg. Lastly were the two soft balls that hung below the base ball bat dick. They were unnaturally large, and they churned violently as Jake's first batch of seed readied itself for deposit in the monster that hung hungrily above Jake.

"I knew when I smelled you that you were the one Jake" Fisher said as he knelt in front of Jake and placed a hand on that massive pole. Despite being too big for reality Fisher could still hold most of the shaft in one hand. "I knew you were the one who would be next Jake, and from the looks of it... you could be my greatest achievement! But first, there's something I'm thinking you want taken off your hands, err, balls"

Jake wasn't paying attention anymore; he just blindly thrust into that massive rough hand. "Coach... fuck!" Jake moaned and thrust again.

"Haha, you really are a little monster, oh well, here it comes puppy!"

Fisher brought his mouth down to Jake's head which he had pulled away from Jake's chest where it had been resting and placed the entire thing in his mouth. The shock of the sensation made Jake thrust and cry out in surprise, but the expert Fisher didn't move, knowing that the more he prolonged the boy's orgasm the more seed the boy would produce; and Fisher wanted every drop in the boy's now massive balls.

Slowly, so as not to hurry things along, Fisher began to take in more and more of the boy cock until he met his hand. The sudden stop extracted a moan from Jake and a small squirt of pre rewarded the coach for his efforts. Greedily fueled by the taste of the boy's pre Fisher began to slowly pump Jake's cock while going up and down on it with his mouth. His efforts were rewarded by a small and continuous stream of pre. Coach Fisher was already proud of the cub's size, but to achieve a continuous expulsion on his first fuck! This kid was gold! Jake was close to finishing, and Fisher knew he needed a good and long injection to seal the kid's fate. A subtle change came over the man as he went down on the kid. Fisher swallowed Jake's cock like a pro and waited as it pulsed one more time, forming a solid lump on the bottom. Into this lump Fisher bit, and pierced. His now needle sharp fangs didn't even draw blood as they sank into the hard lump, and Fisher felt a small pleasure of his own as a special muscle in his jaw flexed for the second time that day pushing a thick black liquid into the boy's already massive cock.

Jake shouted as he felt something pierce the hard lump forming at the base of his enormous cock, and to his surprise and horror the impossible happened... again! There was another pulse of pleasure and Jake felt his cock push deeper into Coach Fisher's throat. Jake's girth increased slightly too causing more painful pricking along the sides of Fisher's mouth. Another pulse made Jake shout again as his dick swelled bigger and wider, and even more of the pricks formed, this time along the tender sides of his cock. At last one last pulse and a loud crack as Jake's cock separated Fisher's jaw echoed in the room just before another pulsing sensation consumed Jake's mind, and for a solid five minutes the boy did nothing but moan and drool as his grape fruit sized balls emptied their precious juice into the hungry Coach Fisher.

Some time later Fisher looked down at Jake. The boy had passed out and his now unnaturally huge junk lay flaccid and spent on his chest. Even soft the cock was fourteen inches long. When hard Jake could have easily given himself head, not that fisher wasn't aware of that, he'd done it himself hundreds of times as a boy. A great growl came from inside the man who looked over Jake. Fisher wanted so badly to take the boy now, but that would probably kill him. Instead he decided to wait. Unlike some of his brothers, and even his own sons, Fisher liked to fuck his cubs while they were awake. He took great pride in feeding.

...

About an hour later Jake woke up fully clothed and sitting in Coach Fisher's office chair. The coach was pounding out reps on one of the benches and the room stunk like crazy. "Hey sport!" Coach Fisher said to Jake as he opened his eyes and looked around. Fisher racked his weights and sat up, no longer shirtless from before. "Looks like I pushed you a little too hard, I called your dad, he's coming to get you"

"Oh, thanks Coach Fisher!" Jake said and shook his head, "So about that position on the team?"

"Oh, I have a special place for you! Show up to practice Monday after school, and get ready to do some work! You're gunna do great! I can just feel it!"

Jake nodded and looked around the office. It looked like nothing had happened. Had Jake just dreamed it all? Too confused to bother trying to understand, and with the beginnings of a head ach Jake just nodded and sat in the chair till his dad showed up to get him.

Fisher and West senior talked for a while, they seemed to like each other pretty well. Jakes dad was practically glowing when the coach told him Jake would be on the team. The whole way home Jake's dad bragged about his son and that night Jakes mom cooked steaks. It was a good thing too because Jake was starving! That night Jake went to bed at 8:48 on a Friday. He just couldn't stay awake! As Jake's mind slipped into unconsciousness he saw Coach Fisher pounding out bench presses, only after a moment of looking Jake noticed it was his head on Fisher's body! The Jake head twisted into a hideous fang filled snout and then snapped at him just before the boy passed out from exhaustion.