Joining the Team
#1 of The Football Team
Joining the Team
"Mike, I don't see this being a good idea."
"Please Mom. I really want to do this."
"Son, you're not really big enough to join. You're gonna get hurt."
"Why are you siding with Mom? If I join, they'll be able to train me faster than if I joined a regular team."
The father sighed as he looked at his wife, "He really seems insistent."
"I'm not going to ever fully agree with this," the mother said, "But if it's what he wants."
The two of them each signed the form. Mike was going to now be a member of his college football team. This might seem a little odd, seeing that Mike was an adult, but because of the make-up of the team, it was required that all human applicants received permission from their parents.
While most human teams chose a mascot based on heritage or location, the college Mike went to, they chose their team based on the species of its members. The Highland Huskies was one of the best non-human teams around. There were three other humans that played on the team, but they were never seen during the big games, mostly during practice. Mike knew that he would be able to quickly train to be at their level, plus he had a friend on the team that said he would be able to help him.
"Thanks Mom and Dad."
He took the form and went to his room. The next day would get to be the first day of his ability to join the sport he loved.
"Mike, you need to sit down before you get hurt."
"I'm fine. That hit wasn't so bad."
Mike was pulled up by his friend. The tall husky pulled him up by the shoulder pads. Just as quickly as he got up, his legs gave out and he was back on the ground.
"See, I told you," Sven said.
Mike let out a big sigh, "Maybe my parents were right. I don't belong on this team."
He was five foot nine and barely weighed one-fifty. All of the team members he was practicing with were huskies, and each was twice his size in mass. Some had all muscle and some were just big. His intentions were good, but this was the second week for him and it was like trying to punch down a brick wall. Sure, he was making friends on the team, but there was little compensation for the pummeling that his dignity was taking.
At the end of practice, there was a short team meeting. They discussed the upcoming exhibition game and who would be starting. Mike wasn't surprised when he didn't hear his name called. The rest of the team kind of looked over and saw the expression on his face. Sven looked at the others and they all nodded.
Later, in the locker room, Mike sat on the bench, still in full gear. He was contemplating on what he had gotten himself into. He knew that he couldn't switch schools because of his scholarship, but he really wanted to be able to play. There was no way that he was going to be able to catch up to these guys by the end of the season.
Sven sat down next to him, "You know Mike, I wasn't picked for the first game I could have played either. I'm pretty sure you're feeling the way that I felt, and then a couple of guys came over and gave me some advice and such. I thought I'd offer it to you."
Mike kind of looked over at the built husky who was only wearing a jockstrap, "I'm not sure Sven. I'm half the size of everyone. I don't see how some advice could help make that much of a difference."
"Sven smiled, "Well, it's like this, if you want, we can all help you train to get to our size, so that way the coach will pick you for games."
"Before the end of the season?" Mike said with a little bit of excitement.
Knowing that it would be a lot sooner than that, Sven smirked a little, "Most definitely."
Mike felt a little better and stood up to go to his locker and get ready to shower. As he stood at his locker, a large paw came down on his right shoulder, hitting the pads kind of hard. He looked over, and the largest line backer on the team was looking at him.
"Something you needed?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, Sven said ya wanted to train to be able to play. So, we're gonna help ya," the very large husky said.
He then grabbed onto the shoulder pads with both paws and picked up Mike. The human let out a small yelp. Blitz, the husky, moved his paws so that he was holding Mike on his sides and carried him out of the locker room and into the trainer's room. Mike was set down on one of the soft exam tables.
"Ok, why am I in here? I need to shower and get home," Mike said with a little concern.
"Don't worry, and relax," Blitz responded
The husky then pulled off his jock, revealing a juicy set of balls and large fuzzy sheath to match. Mike never really paid attention to any of them before, but now that it was in front of him, he had no choice to admire them. Blitz then took the jock and pushed it up against Mike's nose while holding the back of his head. Mike had no choice but to take in the scent. He couldn't overpower Blitz, and the moment of his first inhale, he had fallen in love. It wasn't a normal musky smell. This was almost sweet. The aroma overpowering his will to fight back. He took in deep breaths, with each one forcing him to desire more.
Blitz pulled the jock away, and Mike looked at him, almost begging for him to give it back. Blitz smiled a little and then pushed Mike onto his back. His shoulder pads kept him from hitting the table hard. Then, two others and Sven entered the room. The two were holding straps that they quickly used to tie Mike's wrists and ankles to the table.
"You see Mike, about half of us were human when we joined the team. There were more in the past, but not all of them made it. You have the energy and vigor we all need to become an even greater team. So, we're going to help you be more like us," Sven said as he set down a very large duffle bag.
Sven then took off his own jock and shoved it into Mike's mouth. The taste was just as powerful as the smell. He didn't try to fight as his mind became clouded by the desire for more of their musk. The other two that had tied him down took off their jocks and put them over his face. Mike was in heaven. He was taking in all of their powerful scents. He was amazed at how he could distinguish between each of them, as if though each had a unique scent.
While he was focusing on the wonderful smells that were overcoming him, Sven slowly pulled his cleats off Mike and pulled larger ones out of the bag. They were unique, in that the ends of them were shaped like clawed-husky toes. The larger shoes were very loose on Mike, but Sven laced them up and let them rest on the small human's feet. One of the other huskies then helped Sven pull out a large set of shoulder pads and what looked to be a rubber mask.
Mike let out a loud moan as he pre-came into his cupped jock, under his football pants. He was changing. His mind was now only focused on one thing, sex. Every part of his body tingled with desire it. He was also physically changing. His muscles were taking on mass and his body hair started to thicken. Fortunately for him, the shock was drowned out by the husky musk.
The others finished unpacking the gear out of the bag. Laid out on the table next to Mike was a husky mask that was unique in all aspects. The eyes were a very reflective blue that could only be seen through from the inside. There was a spiked collar that went around the neck, and a Mohawk that was also made of three-inch long spikes.
Sitting next to the mask, the shoulder pads were commanding attention as compared to the rest of the gear. The shoulders were adorned in two sets of spikes that were five inches long. The pads were completely black and the spikes stood out from seeming to have been freshly polished. Also on the table were several sets of studded cuffs.
Mike was now changing completely. His hair now completely covered his body. It was taking on husky colors of show white and a midnight black. The jocks that were on his face moved as his mouth formed into a muzzle. The spandex of his pants began to rip as his thick legs were too much for them. His feet filled out the cleats as they formed into strong husky footpaws. There was a loud rip as his tail busted through the pants and showed between his legs. This all happened within a matter of minutes. Mike's new husky eyes were still closed as he kept breathing in the musk of the jock in his newly formed muzzle.
Sven walked over and pulled the jock out of his muzzle. Mike's tongue lapped at the air, trying to get the taste still. His eyes opened as he came to and realized what was going on. H tilted his head forward and saw what had happened. His new ears perked. The pants were torn to shreds and the small cup was unable to cover his new sheath and balls.
"You see, I told you that we could make you to our level. Now, there's a slight catch," Sven smirked at him. "You may have noticed that you have an extreme drive for musk, especially ours. As our designated quarterback, you're going to need to remember that the better we play, the more we're going to sweat. The more we sweat, the more musk you get. Our last alpha graduated recently and we needed a replacement. This gear was his, and we want you to wear it during our sessions. That's if that is ok with you sir," Sven got down on his knees as he said this. The other two also knelt down.
Mike sat up and looked down at them. As quick as this all seemed, something is his husky head clicked and told him that this was what he was meant to do. He stood up, as the jock fell off his crotch, revealing a swelling sheath. Mike was ready to accept his new role........