Pillow 7 - Cheering up coaching X

(Woman into man)* 

“Come on Cassey, stop worrying! You’re killing the mood!”

The locker room was full of naked young women, walking up and down, chatting and giggling, but Cassey, the head of the cheerleader team, was sulking, miserable about what was on her pink cellphone while everybody else was having fun.

An entire room full of naked women and she couldn’t stop herself from playing with that dumb App.

“Well, maybe it’s our fault...!” she protested, more annoyed with herself than with her teammates.

Long mousy blonde hair, a smiling face, usually at least, but not right now, and wide thick hips, she was still wearing her uniform.

Another of her teammates stroked her on the shoulder.

“Cut if out! It’s not our fault if the guys suck! We are only the cheerleaders and we are damned good, what else could we have possibly done to get them to win?”

Cassey’s lips quivered as she tried to find an answer, she sighed, put her phone down.

“I guess you are both right... but still...”

She put the phone down and began to remove her uniform, by the time she was naked and ready for the showers the last three cheerleaders were leaving.

“We will wait for you outside! Don’t take too long washing your ass!”

“At least I can shower for once without all you bunch nagging at me!” was Cassey’s answer.

Laughter and giggles, with a soft smile on her lips Cassey watched as her friends left, she was the only one left in the locker room.

Under the shower she washed her hair and her body, but her mind remained on that question: What could she have done to help the team win?

“Nothing...” she mumbled, rubbing her breasts. “But maybe... Something...”

Teeth bit her lips, frustration leading to arousal.

On the bench near her locker was her phone, it was buzzing and shaking, jumping, going crazy, uncontrolled.

On the nameplate of her locker, the letters of her name began to rearrange themselves just like that.

Cassey moaned, at least masturbating gave her some relief. Back against the wall, body under the shower, legs spread and fingers doing good work, both on the breasts and on the crotch.

It was actually between those tasty breasts where it began, on the skin, pinch by pinch, without any permission or warning, small dark hairs began to sprout, quickly making her more than feminine bust look... kind of manly...

The hand dedicated to playing with her nipples noticed it...

She looked down, frowning.

Her scream echoed around the room.

“What the fucked fucking fuck!”

Both hands flew to her head as she watched in horror as the coat of dark hairs covering her chest, engulfing her boobs, even sprouting from her nipples.

“Shit! Shit!”

Cassey noticed it was also happening on her legs, her crotch, even in her...

“My arms!” she felt the tingle under her nose, touched it and immediately regretted what she felt. “MY FACE!”

Her so soft and desirable body, ruined by thick brutish hairs.

Muscles began to expand, groans to deepen.

“Stoop! Stooouuup! STOOOOOOOOOOP!”

Another wicked twist of pain, a tugging right in her more intimate parts.

Cassey crossed her legs, covered her crotch, the hairs, the hairs were everywhere.

She sobbed, moaned, cursed.

Bones expanded, muscles swelled, the pressure crushing her petite body. In horror she had to stand and witness as her delicate hands and feet were turned into big clumsy things.

“NOuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!”

Her hair began to fall like water, replaced by shorter dark hair, her mind began to fill up with flashes, knowledge.

Knowledge about the winning play, knowledge about how to train people...

Cassey realized why and didn’t like it, just like she didn’t like how her petite body was being shifted into brutish manliness.

“No!” she yelled in her rough voice. “No, please! PLEASE!”

She was seeing how, by the second, she was being cheated of her own existence, how her cheerleader routines became football tactics, how she was never again going to jump around in her uniform.

“Somebody! HELP MEEEEEEEH!”

The slippery floor made her slide, her once soft ass, now harder, more muscular and especially hairy, ended up on the floor and she kept crying in despair, looking down at her misshapen form.

Breasts, covered by that hair that was almost fur, shrank down into wide abs, it all felt wrong, it all felt hot.

The intensity of the flashes was terrifyingly dazzling.

Impotently she sobbed, her legs wide open, and underneath the thick curly pubic hair her vagina ached.

“Pleaseeeee...! Please!”  

Already, the head cheerleader no longer sounded like a crying girl at all.

A grunt of pain.

In her reshaped crotch a ball-sack was swelling under the skin below her vagina and inside that vagina the lips of her pussy were being spread by something hard and long.

“Not this...!” she cried. “Not this... Please... I didn’t mean... not like this...!”

The scrotum swelled and hung down until it reached the wet floor, big and ready for action.

The tip of a cock visible in her spread vagina.

Clenched teeth.

Closed eyes.

In her mind she saw herself, naked and having sex... she saw it in first person, because she was the one doing all the penetrating...

Her body was so wrong, so alien...

Her mind was so tired...

Her neck tensed up.

Toes curled, fists closed, every muscle tense as the most important one of them all, the cock, came out of the remains of the woman’s vagina.

The Cassey inside, the one getting fucked out of her mind, moaned in willing pleasure, getting lost in the lust and the lewdness. Cassey kept fucking herself, going faster and faster, strong, powerful, dominant.

Not a meek woman, an alpha, a leader.

Exactly what the team needed.

What they needed to win.

The entire bone structure of her face was reshaped and reformed as she groaned in pain and pleasure sitting under the shower.

Every inch of her body... every inch of skin, muscle... every inch of flesh... all reaching the peak of the metamorphosis...

Lungs held a breath...

The Cassey inside, she began to orgasm, to cum... and Cassey too... sperm erupted from the newly formed balls and came out of the long phallus just as the phallus was fully formed...

At that instant, as she came as a male for the first time, the Cassey inside also exploded, becoming white thick goo coating the walls of his brain.

When the last drop came out, when the exhausted grunts began to subside, the man opened his eyes.

He rose up, stretched his arms, yawned...

“Damn, I’m getting cranky...” he chuckled, turning off the shower.

Scratching his hairy butt the man went back to his locker.

The nameplate on his locker... Cass... he frowned, a weak echo in the back of his mind... like a girl screaming...

He looked around.

“What the fuck?”

The coach realized he was in the cheerleaders locker room and grew angry: Someone had pulled a nasty prank on him.

“Those fuckin kids!” he grumbled. “Thank God there aren’t any girls around!”

As quick as he could he opened the locker, they had even put all his stuff there, he kinda admired the boldness of his players, just lamented that they didn’t put all that same effort in on the field when it mattered.

Cass dressed, shirt over hairy pecs, gym shorts that didn’t hide his legs, his sneakers. Still angry he took off the nameplate, his pink cellphone from the bench and walked out of the locker room.

There were three girls outside.

“Dang, she’s taking so long...!”

“Her ass is pretty big after all!”

The girls giggled, then Cass came out and startled them, they were very confused: Why was the coach coming out of the locker room?

Cass blushed, waved one of his big hands.

“Night girls...”

“Night coach...” answered the girls.

The poor coach walked away, the girls stayed there waiting... for someone or something, although they were no longer sure of what...

The coach's teeth were clenched, he was quite pissed, the boys had crossed a line with this prank and the time of nice good guy Cass had come to an end. From now on he was going to be the bad guy, a drill Sergeant coach, he was going to make those young men step up in the hardest of ways.

They were going to train until they dropped dead and then they were going to play and win.

Oh, he was going to make sure of that, they would win.

Cass felt his cock twitching in anticipation, he smirked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what those losers need!”