After School Training (Request for Zeeme)
After School Training
By: CimmaronSpirit11
Request for: Zeeme123
**WARNING: This story contains scenes of transformation, gay sex, locker rooms and jock straps. If you are under 18, or this does not interest you, please do not read any further. Consider yourself warned! **
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Matt sighed as he crossed the grounds of the high school to the physical education building, shrugging his backpack to a more comfortable position on his back. He focused his blue eyes forward to the large brick building, and hoped that he wasn't getting into anything too bad...
Sure, the idea of having someone help out with weight training was awesome and that, but Matt still had some reservations about this. It wasn't that he wanted to work out; hell no. He had a bit of weight he would like to get off, and it was this, which was free and near home, or try out one of the gyms across town for a steep membership fee and muscle bound jocks and studs.
No, he wanted to do this. The only thing that was going to keep him away from it was Kalvin. The muscle jock, captain of the wrestling team, was the guy running it. He would have loved to make sure he never had to step in sight of the jock again. He was a bully and, to be frank, a dickwad. Kalvin always seemed to have two girls on both arms, and usually not the same two twice running, and prided himself on tormenting those that were not into sports and all the things jocks do.
Like Matt. He was Target Number One most days, so if he could stay away, he would. But, well... he put up for years with this. What was but another few hours?
The teenager opened the door to the gym to see Kalvin sitting, flipping through a wrestling magazine. He looked up to see Matt, and smiled. But not one of the usual 'I'm gonna kick your ass!' smiles, but more of an 'I'm glad to see someone that I can help,' like what you see on airline stewardesses and bank tellers. That right there put Matt on edge, because he never saw the jock do that before...
"Hey there Matt!" he welcomed, standing up, his school jacket bulging with the muscle he had from several years in a highly physical sport. "Glad to see someone took up the offer!"
"You...you mean there's no one else?" asked Matt nervously.
"You're the first, which is great!" he grinned. "That means we can get you on your way."
Matt stood agape, as this was the first time since Grade Two this guy talked to him like that. But Kalvin pushed Matt down to the men's locker room.
"Alright, well you better get changed," Kalvin continued smiling, which continued to put Matt on edge. "You wouldn't happen to have a jockstrap to wear, would you?"
"A...what?" Matt asked, looking straight at the buff wrestler.
"A jockstrap," Kalvin repeated. "Briefs and other underwear aren't so good when working out, if you know what I'm saying," he said, nudging the smaller teenager.
"Umm...no...," the confused, and now somewhat freaked out Matt responded. But before he could say anything else, Kalvin rushed away, before returning with a small box.
"Sorry, but Coach told us we should be wearing them when we work out," he explained, handing the box over to Matt. "Just pick one, try it on, and then meet me in the weight room, okay?"
"Umm...sure...," responded Matt, before Kalvin turned and walked away. Right now the rational part of his mind was screaming to run. Run as far away as he could. Don't look back. Go home, go to the school, anything. Just get away.
But he wanted to work out. For one thing, he hated being bullied because of his size by guys like Kalvin. Sure, he was in Grade 12 now, and going to graduate in a few months, but why not go out in a high note?
His mind made up, he turned and walked around the corner to the locker room. He pushed open the heavy door and was bombarded with the heavy smell of sweat and musk, like any other high school. It nearly made Matt's stomach turn. Being more along the lines of a computer whiz, he hadn't had to step foot in a locker room for a long while. But he found a spot and set the box in his hands down. He looked inside, but was stunned to see what was inside.
For one thing, he knew what a jock looked like; white and elastic. These jocks, on the other hand, looked more like rejects from an undergarment factory, or a sex store. Leather, little tufts of hair glued on, multiple different colors... Matt swore he was being played a fool here...
He looked in astonishment at the box, before banging on the other door, which lead out to the gym, snapped him from his attention.
"You better hurry up! The longer you take, the less time you have!" Kalvin shouted from the other side.
Matt sighed, and braced his hand before reaching into the box to get a jock. The one he happened to grab was orange with some black stripes. He sighed, before slipping out of his other clothes. He paused for a minute, in the nude, the jock still in hand. This was the last chance. He could put it away, say he had to go, and never have to deal with this again. Or, put it on and possibly humiliate himself, which means a picture for the yearbook in his compromised state, his memory in this school forever tarnished.
Matt almost didn't realize he was putting it on till it was too late. Before he could re-think it, there was more banging on the door.
"C'mon Matt," Kalvin said, almost wanting. "Hurry up!"
Matt hurriedly threw on his shorts and t-shirt he packed in his bag, and the pair of new runners he had, before heading for the door for the gym. He paused for a moment, before his mind said it was good to go.
He opened the door and stepped out into the large, cool area. Kalvin was standing there, smiling. But what distracted Matt was that the wrestler jock wasn't wearing a shirt, showing off the six pac abs and defined pecs, while his shorts, almost like Spandex, showed off his legs, and left what was between the muscular calves little for the mind to think about. As well, the wrestler was remarkably hairy: a thick black treasure trail running from under the shorts to above the navel, while between the pecs was another clump of black hair. His arms, besides the massive biceps and bulging veins, were a mass of black hair, as was his legs.
"Alright, ready?" Kalvin asked, taking a bare-footed step towards Matt.
"Um... I guess..." Matt muttered, shifting on his feet. He didn't know why, but the sight of Kalvin made him pop a boner, which Matt had never done with a guy, much less a muscle bound beef-cake like Kalvin before.
"Awesome! Let's get at it!" Kalvin grinned, his smile still that helpful and friendly one he had since the beginning.
The two began to work out in the attached weight room, going through a routine that Kalvin said would help Matt with his problems. After stretching, Kalvin lead his trainee to the different stations, explaining the different machines and exercises, and showing how to do it right. As Matt worked out, Kalvin kept giving encouragement and support, helping the smaller teenager if he needed it.
Matt was starting to feel more comfortable being around the jock that had been his torment for years. It was almost as if the way Kalvin behaved before today was an act, and this was his true side. Matt wouldn't have believed it, but here he, a computer nerd and "nerd" was, working out with the captain of the wrestling team and "jock", and they were getting along just fine.
As well, as they continued on, it was as if Matt was getting stronger. Halfway through the bench press, Kalvin had to tell his student to slow down.
"You don't want to go to fast," Kalvin warned with a warm smile on his face.
"But it feels so light," Matt protested. Kalvin at last stopped him, before adding more weight to the press. Although he struggled with it at first, soon Matt was easily pushing the bar outwards.
The rest of their training program went the same way. Matt was soon using weights that would have torn his arm off before like a pro. Matt was feeling more alive than ever before: he felt faster, more agile. The smells of the weight room was more... noticeable than before, as was his sight. Things he didn't notice when he first entered stood out and the colors seemed sharper than before. This was so much better than he thought it would have been...
But the things he didn't notice, Kalvin did, and was grinning widely. The former geek's body was getting bigger and more muscular, and the little body hair he had before was now joined with more and more, making different patterns over his legs and arms.
At last, after an hour and a half, Kalvin patted Matt on the shoulder.
"Alright, I think that's enough for today," He said. Matt, with new levels of energy he never knew he had, groaned softly in disappointment, but nodded. He followed Kalvin to the change room, but didn't notice that, as the wrestler let him by, he locked the door with a key he pulled from a pocket. He looked over to see Matt by his bag, starting to pull of his sweat stained shirt. Kalvin glanced over to the other door, grinning as he realized that was locked as well.
Matt pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it beside the bag, before reaching down for the shorts. However, he stops in mid stoop as he sees his new body, and gasps.
For one thing, the pudge he had was gone. In its place was the beginnings of a six pack, and he looked leaner than ever.
But that wasn't the only thing, and by far the least of his worries. All over his stomach and up his pecs was a pelt of white fur, with the edges orange with faint hints of black. And not only that, but he swears he could see more orange and black joining the rest.
"What the hell!" Matt exclaimed, backing up. He pulled off his shorts to see that the furry pelt continued down below, starting to work its way along his legs.
He looked at the jock strap, realizing the orange and black seemed to blend in smoothly with the fur growing around it. Matt's mind immediately screamed to get the jockstrap off, but before he could get his fingers to work, both his hands were grasped, and pulled away. Matt looked to the hands... only to nearly freak out.
For one thing, they looked like hands, but they were covered in thick black fur, and the tips looked like shiny hooves that split apart to give animal's hands. Matt craned his neck to look along the black, really muscular arms, to see the owner...
Kalvin smiled down on the changing human, though now he had a muzzle and flared nostrils, and large triangular ears on the top of his head pivoting around, and more black hair flowing from his head and down the back of his neck to form a mane.
"Calm down Matt," the horse-man calmly whispered. "Embrace this gift. You'll love it, I assure you."
Kalvin turned the changing human around to face him, who looked up in shock and terror. He gasped at the sight of the massive horse cock, jutting proudly from the groin of the wrestler turned were equine. It must have been about the length of his forearm, and pre dribbled from the flat, flaring head, and below was a large, heavy, and very much filled sac that looked like it was holding tennis balls.
Matt's mind was so conflicted... he swore he was straight... he got off on naked women, right? He had never done so with naked guys... though there were nude guys boning women in them... but the female was the attraction there, right?
But here, in front of him, was a really male stallion/human, with a massive organ that was begging to be caressed and sucked...
Before he could stop himself, Matt's hands wrapped themselves around the massive piece of horse flesh. He could just barely get his hands around, the tips of his fingers just touching. It throbbed and pulsed in time with the horse's heart, and a large gush of precum spewed forth, over Matt's hands and down the impossibly large shaft. As the pre touched his hand, spots of fur started growing on the still somewhat human's hands, and it started to accelerate the growth.
"C'mon Matt," Kalvin whispered. "You want to never be picked on again? You want to be big and strong? This is the ticket." The horse man leaned down and nuzzled the side of Matt's face, making the changing human weak in the knees from the warmth, the strength, the gentleness that Kalvin had... and Matt wanted that, and more.
Kalvin rubbed his large furry head against Matt's cheek until their lips were touching, and they both began to kiss. It was bliss for Matt, closing his eyes and moaning in pure lust. The moan started to become a purr, and soon hands were exploring changed and changing bodies.
Matt's hands, still wrapped around the thick cock, started to pump it. With attention being lavished on the thick stallionhood, more pre shot out, covering the entire front of the soon to be man-tiger. The furry hide then starting growing faster, crawling along up Matt's neck, arms and to the bottom of his feet.
As the two continued to kiss and fondle each other, Matt's changes started to accelerate. His face began to push out into a short muzzle with long whiskers growing out, his teeth changing to sharper, pointier canines, and his nose became more triangular. His ears started to shift and morph, becoming more circular and moving to the upper part of his head. Matt's head also seemed to flatten a bit, becoming more feline. The nails on his hands began to lengthen and grow stronger and sharper, becoming a pair of claws, while his palms started grow soft brown pads to allow Matt to use them as he wanted.
His feet also started to change, becoming more feline in appearance, his foot-paws getting smaller while claws also pushed out. Matt's legs became more digitigrade in comparison to Kalvin's ungulate stance, to more suit with his new body, the bones popping and cracking as they realigned.
By now, the fur had completely covered Matt, who groaned as he felt a spot of pressure on his lower back. It quickly grew out to become a long, orange and black striped tail, with a tuft of white on the end, which started to sway back and forth.
At last Kalvin pulled his lips away from Matt, the kiss broken. Matt opened his eyes, gazing lovingly at the stallion who had given him this gift. The wrestler grinned, and nickered happily.
"But now that that's done," he said, using his hooved hands to grab either side of the jock strap, which he pulled down to show off the treasures underneath.
Matt murred softly, as he almost expected what he now saw to happen. His rock-hard cock had been encased in a white furry sheathe, while the member itself now black and tapered at the end to a point, as well as almost double the size it was before. Now underneath the new feline's manhood was a fuzzy ballsac holding orbs that would easily fill Matt's paw.
Kalvin chuckled, pulling the smaller tiger into a muscle hug, rubbing their large, animal like cocks together. Matt's member spurted pre, eliciting a groan from the newly transformed feline.
"You are frisky, aren't you kitty?" Kalvin grinned, groping his new catch's ass. A purr escaped from Matt's throat, confirming the wrestler's question.
"Well, why don't we fix that?" Kalvin smirked, pulling Matt into another kiss. The equine nickered softly, before pulling away, and softly pushing the feline onto the bench, and kneeling down till his muzzle was level with Matt's boner. Without any hesitation, a long equine tongue wrapped itself around the shaft, followed by the long maw closing over the tapered tip. Matt gasped, and moaned as the horse started to suck him off. Kalvin continued to bob up and down on the shaft, making the tiger growl in pleasure, thrusting his hips upward in time with the stallion's downward movements.
It was over all too quick though, and the feline unleashed a roar as his hot spunk filled Kalvin's muzzle, swallowing as greedily and quickly as he could. From the high of his orgasm, Matt slouched down, looking at the equine licking over the remains of the tiger sperm on the black cock. He at last pulled off, before grinning mischievously.
"Now, does kitty want to play with horsie?" Kalvin whispered seductively, making Matt shudder. With no need for instructions, Matt lifted himself off the bench, before turning around and showing off his tight pucker to the horny stallion. The horse lavished attention on the tight hole with his tongue, rimming the tiger. He pushed his tongue past the virgin hole, making Matt gasp. Kalvin withdrew his tongue, and positioned his foot and a half long member up against the hole, before pushing the head in. Matt gasped and clinched at the sudden intrusion, though the pre leaking from the stallion provided more than enough lube to allow the wrestler were-horse to continue, pushing in slowly.
"Oh... you're so...tight..." groaned Kalvin, grunting at the effort of breaking in the new gay tiger. The new gay tiger could only moan and hiss as he felt his ass being opened up by the massive stallion prick.
Kalvin could only push in up to his medial ring, before having to pull out, but thrusting in again before the entire length popped out. He continued his hammering of the feline, managing to drive in even more inches into Matt's tight opening.
"Oh...god...gonna...," Kalvin panted, before throwing his head back, and thrust hard, hilting inside the tiger, his pendulous balls smacking the feline's sac with force. A loud whiney echoed through the otherwise deserted change room, as the stallion unleashed his load into the tiger, who roared again, his cock unleashing a second wave of cum.
After the stallion at last finished, and pulled out slowly, he leaned over by the tiger, who smiled.
"Well, thanks... a lot..." Matt said weakly with a smile on his face. He allowed himself to be pulled up by Kalvin, and the two made their way to the showers, kissing and groping.
As the two stood together under the hot water, the equine grinned at the tiger. "So, do you happen to be doing anything this weekend?" Kalvin asked, running his hand through the fur of his tiger lover.
"Mmmm... no, I don't believe so," Matt replied, rubbing the bar of soap in his hand over the equine's muscular stomach.
"Well, how about we go to a bar I know, just on the outskirts of town?" the equine asked. "I'm sure you'll have a roaring good time."
Matt saw the playful smile on Kalvin's face, and grinned back. "Sure, why not?"