Coach's Special Diet

Sorry I'm a day late with this one, I've been sick, and slept through most of yesterday. Enjoy!

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“You wanted a word, Emerson?”

Ken Emerson looked at Coach Holloway, sitting there in his office chair. It was after practice, and what few of his teammates were still in the locker room were filing their way out. One or two looked over their shoulders and saw Ken talking to the coach, and looked away again. Holloway was the college’s new head coach, hired just this year, and so far, things had been good, though he didn’t quite fit the image of a coach in a lot of the player’s minds. Even sitting there in front of Ken, he could see a crescent of the coach’s hairy ball belly sticking out from under his shirt, and the shorts he wore were stretched tight across his thighs--leaving the coach’s sizable package well highlighted.

Emerson fidgeted a bit. The office stank worse than the locker room did, and it was all coach. The musk was strong enough it made him feel a bit lightheaded even, and he considered just abandoning his question. It was nagging at him though, what was going on with a few of his teammates. It was mostly guys on the defensive line. They were beefy fellows, sure, but ever since Coach had pulled them aside for a special practice session, they seemed different. They were getting chubbier much faster than they should, even looking a bit out of shape. Ken was worried that they wouldn’t be playing as effectively, but he also couldn’t quite shake the thought that Holloway might have something to do with the odd weight gain as well. Now that he was here though, standing in front of him, he didn’t know what to say about any of it that wouldn’t sound ridiculous. “Well, I guess I had a question about some of the guys on the defensive line. They’re looking a bit...out of shape? I asked them about it, and they said I should come talk to you, but...”

Holloway just smiled, “Ah, yeah, they might be a little nervous to talk about it I suppose, but it’s no big deal. I have them on a special diet is all. It does promote some weight gain, but it also boosts metabolism and muscle development. In a few weeks, they’ll be changed men, and perfectly suited defenders.”

A special diet. Emerson realized then that he had noticed all those same guys drinking protein shakes around campus. That must have had something to do with it then. “I guess that makes sense,” he said, and backed away towards the door, eager to get away from his musky coach.

“Now hold on, Emerson,” Holloway said, “The rest of the team is going to be going on a modified version of the diet too. You might as well get started, since you know about it. You need a little less fat of course, and a higher protein content, but you’ll be in peak physical condition before too long, perfect for the offensive line.” The coach smiled, stood up from his chair, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down, revealing his sizable cock, and his huge, swollen scrotum. “Been so busy milkin’ myself to keep all those other boys fed, it’s been a few days since I’ve gotten a proper load off. Get down here and start suckin’, boy.”

“E-Excuse me?” Emerson said. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard the coach right, and he was also feeling a bit woozy and dazed.

“You want to get all big and strong, don’t you? You want to make your coach proud?” Holloway said, stepping closer to Emerson, “Fuck, lotta handsome boys on this team, but you, well, you might just be the hottest,” coach said, pulling the young man into a sweaty, musky hug, burying his face in his meaty, hairy chest. Emerson couldn’t help but let off a moan, enveloped in the coach’s heady musk. He didn’t resist as Holloway pushed down on his shoulders, getting Emerson on his knees, and slipping his cock into the young man’s mouth.

It was the first time Ken had ever done something with another guy, aside from occasionally jacking off in front of each other, but the scent, the taste, the heft of his coach’s cock in his mouth--he loved all of it. He started sucking, and was rewarded with a spurt of coach’s precum. It was sweet and salty at the same time, and he drank it all down, moaning with delight.

“You boys are all the same. One taste of coach’s manmilk, and you just lose all control of yourselves. Go on, suck harder boy. Daddy spends so much time with his cock in a milker these days, you gotta be a little rough if you want a proper load out of me.”

Ken did as the coach told him to do, sucking harder, and got a little moan out of his coach, which made him swell with pride. Holloway grabbed him by the back of the head and started fucking his face and throat, his gag reflex miraculously non-existant, until after a few minutes, coach pumped a huge load of cum right into the football player’s belly. There was so much of it, but he was so hungry, he had to swallow it all.

“Damn, you got a hot fuckin’ mouth, boy,” Holloway said, and pulled his cock free once he’d finished shooting, and sat back down in his chair. Emerson was still on his knees, loopy and horny--and hungry for more cum. He licked his lips, and started at the coach’s cock, noting that it was still hard, despite having shot just moments ago. “You need more?”

“Y-Yes coach, please...” he moaned.

“Alright, come on then and get under the desk, I still got an hour or so of paperwork to do.”

He spent the next hour crouched under the coach’s desk, sucking him off over and over again while he finished up his work for the day. He got another five loads out of him, and Emerson was amazed at the coach’s stamina. The loads never seemed to get any smaller, and by the time coach pulled away from the desk, his stomach was aching almost as much as his cock was.

“Damn Emerson, can’t believe you kept up that whole time. Most boys tap out after fifteen minutes,” he said, “Stand up, I need to recharge myself. Let your coach take care of you.”

Emerson ended up sitting on the desk, Holloway in the chair in front of him, and coach sucked him off in turn. Emerson looked at his swollen gut, taut with all the cum he’d guzzled down, and knew he should be horrified, but as the coach rubbed it with his rough hands, he couldn’t help but get more excited.

Holloway edged him, and then pulled away, watching the young man’s cock throb. “Horny little fucker, aren’t you? Haven’t had this much fun in a while. Think I might just put you on an all spunk diet, boy. Would you like that? Meeting me in my office three times a day, filling up on my manmilk, never eating anything else for the rest of the season? I could make you my special little project--I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Coach didn’t let him cum until Emerson had said yes, until he’d begged his coach for the privilege. Night had fallen by the time they left the locker room, and Emerson was ready and waiting at eight in the morning the next day, just as Holloway had ordered, ready for his breakfast. Then again, at noon, for lunch. At practice that afternoon, the other guys who were on Coach’s special diet all exchanged knowing glances, when they saw Ken’s distended gut in the locker room. Ken felt a little ashamed, but only a little. He was still so hungry, and the smell of his coach, the praise. It was worth more than a little shame to him now.

Within a month, there wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. Every player on the team was on coach’s special diet at this point, and Holloway had enough shakes to make sure all of his players were well stocked for the rest of the season. The defensive line, who’d been on the diet the longest, barely even looked like themselves anymore. The shakes had made them fatter--at first, but the more they’d exercised, the more muscle they’d been adding underneath. By homecoming, all of them were hulking beasts, not one under three hundred pounds. There were other changes too, especially the hair growth, their smell, and how horny they all were, of course. It wasn’t uncommon for the players to gather for a bit of an orgy in the locker room after a game or a practice. All of the activity on the field, the sweat, the scent would get them all riled up in no time. The offensive line developed not long after. They didn’t get as fat of course, they still needed speed, but all of them were thick with muscle, and no one could seem to stop them once they’d built up momentum on the field.

Then, of course, there was Ken Emerson. It didn’t take long for his teammates to notice his special treatment. Most of the other players had been lucky to receive one load of cum straight from the coach--mostly, they’d been consuming his manmilk in more measured quantities, with the rest of their protein shake cocktail, pushing their growth in particular directions as the coach decided. Ken, though, got all of his straight from the coach, three or four times a day. He packed on weight just like everyone else, and plenty of muscle too. He’d started out on the offensive line, but it wasn’t long before he couldn’t quite keep up, and moved to defense instead. He wasn’t that much larger than the rest of them--it was the hair, and the scent that was much more intense than the rest.

Just like the coach, none of the other players could seem to resist him. Ken could bend any one of them over a bench and fuck them without any real effort, and they’d all thank him for the honor afterwards. His dirty jocks became prized possessions, with multiple team members fighting over the privilege to take one of them home, after him wearing them only once. His scent was just that exciting to them all. Emerson, though, only ever really had feelings for Holloway, and with every load he guzzled down, his devotion to his coach only grew more and more intense.

The team took home the championship in their division--there was no real contest. The orgy after the championship game was intense, all of the players' inhibitions so much lower now than before, their desires growing more and more extreme, all of it encouraged by their coach. Once he was sure his players were enjoying themselves though, Holloway pulled Emerson aside and into his office for a more private celebration. Emerson had noticed it, over the last few weeks especially. His hair color was changing to match the coach’s jet black hair, even his bones seemed to be shifting around. Then, there were his nuts, which had swollen larger than he’d ever thought possible. “Fuck son, you’re getting so damn sexy these days,” Holloway said, and when Ken heard it, he shuddered with pleasure. He’d drunk so much of his coach’s spunk, it’s true--he really was his son, even right down to his genetics. “Think it’s time we started milking you too--those teammates of yours are just getting hungrier and hungrier these days.”

He sat Ken down in his chair, pulled out the milker, attached it to Ken’s cock, and started it up. The sensation was so intense, he almost screamed, as the first load was sucked out of him in less than a minute. His coach, his father, was there with him the whole time though, talking him through it. Giving Ken his own cock to suck off while he milked load after load out of his son. Together, the two of them were going to give this school a football team the likes of which it had never seen before. A football team that had never been seen anywhere--ever--and it was all thanks to the coach's special diet.