The new Coach Ryerson continued to stroke his shaft, the tip of his cock oozing out cum. The original Coach got down on his knees and placed the tip of the other Coach's dick in his mouth, hungrily swallowing his seed. It was incredibly hot to be able to suck on his own cock; Coach had always fantasized about making love to himself, but he had never thought it a possibility before today.
"Holy fuck, that's so hot," The new Coach grinned at the original Coach as he stood back up. He ogled his clone lustfully, taking in his handsome face, beefy body and gargantuan cock. Coach had always known he was a good-looking man but being able to admire himself up close and personal was providing a newfound appreciation for his own sexiness.
"What do you say we pay our husband a visit?" The original Coach asked, raising his eyebrows seductively and running his hands along the new Coach's cum covered chest. He raised his fingers to his lips and slowly licked up the jizz, never breaking eye contact with his twin. "I think he deserves a special present for this spell."
The two Coaches made their way over to Ryerson’s locker in the changeroom, both men still nude and rock hard. Pulling open the locker, the Coaches quickly got dressed in muscle shirts and tight workout shorts, ogling each other as they did so. With one final quick kiss, the Coaches left the changeroom and headed for home. They were so fixated on each other's bodies that they neglected to notice that the discarded jockstrap had been left on one of the locker room benches.
A few hours later, the door to the changeroom swung open. Carter and Becky, a couple in their senior year at the high school, entered the changeroom apprehensively, only relaxing once they were sure it was unoccupied.
“Are you sure we’re not going to get caught?” Becky frowned, crossing her arms and surveying the changeroom with trepidation.
“We are completely alone here, Becks,” Carter replied confidently, flashing her a cocky grin. “My friend John says he uses this as his hookup spot all the time.”
“It’s not exactly the most romantic location,” Becky critiqued, wrinkling her nose, “It smells like sweaty teenage boy in here.”
“Would you relax?” Carter laughed, gently wrapping Becky in his arms and pushing her up against the lockers. He gave her a long, tender kiss. “Besides, you were the one who said we couldn’t hang at your place tonight.”
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…but I suppose it’ll do the trick,” Becky remarked, leaning in to give Carter another kiss.
Carter’s hands reached around Becky’s waist, grabbing her tank top and pulling it off of her to reveal a black lace bra. He quickly slid his own jacket off and was midway through unbuttoning his shirt when he let out a frustrated groan.
“What’s wrong?” Becky asked in concern.
“I think I forgot the condoms,” Carter admitted, reaching his hands into his pockets and coming up empty.
“Carter! Seriously?!? Now what?” Becky demanded, her temper flaring.
“It’s alright, I’ve got some in my locker. I’ll go grab them,” Carter said, hurrying towards the changeroom door.
“You’re just going to leave me here?” Becky whined.
“I’ll be back in 5 minutes tops. You’ll be okay in here,” Carter winked at her before heading back out into the school.
Becky pulled open one of the lockers to check out her reflection in the mirror while she waited. She ran a hand through her long dark blonde hair, letting out a heavy sigh. She noticed something in the mirror behind her and spun around to see a jockstrap on one of the changeroom benches. Not sure of what she was doing, Becky found herself almost unconsciously drawn towards the jockstrap. She picked it up, disgusted to find it damp to the touch as if it had been recently used. She tried to sit it back down where she found it but didn’t want to let it out of her grasp, feeling an overwhelming urge to try the jockstrap on.
After a moment of hesitation, Becky found the compulsion too strong to fight. She reasoned that she could quickly try it on before Carter came back. Feeling ridiculous, she pulled down her blue jean shorts and panties. Her hands shaking with anticipation, she hurriedly pulled the jockstrap up her legs and over her pussy. She glanced back at her reflection in the mirror, surprised to see how well the jock felt on her.
Becky felt a sudden pulse of energy engulf her, radiating out from the jockstrap. The jockstrap almost appeared to be glowing as it crackled with electricity. The feeling of power that Becky was getting from the jockstrap was so strong that she nearly lost her footing, stumbling forward and supporting herself on the locker in front of her.
As the power continued to surge through her, Becky’s body started to change, beginning with her feet. They were pale and petite, nails coated with a bright pink nail polish. Slowly her feet started to expand, stretching out in both width and length as hairs started to sprout from the tops of her toes. The skin became darker as her feet took on a rougher texture, the polish from her nails vanishing as they became clear and chipped.
The darker complexion started to move up Becky’s previously smooth legs. Her slender calves started to bulk up with muscle as her thighs thickened, while dark hairs grew to cover her legs in a coarse carpet. Becky’s rounded hips started to narrow, and she felt a burning sensation in her vagina. Her swollen clit started to lengthen into a shaft, quickly forming a mushroom head. Becky’s cock continued to grow thicker and longer, the outline clearly visible through the tight jockstrap she was still wearing. A pair of sizable balls dropped from her pussy before it sealed shut. She let out a moan, surprised at how deep her voice now sounded as the changes continued.
Becky’s slim torso started to fill out, her stomach and waist gaining considerable girth as she bulked up, which tore her bra to shreds and left her topless. Her stomach lengthened as she grew taller, her flat tummy bulging outwards into a hard muscle gut. Her breasts were absorbed into her chest, being replaced by a pair of beefy pectoral muscles. A thick dusting of dark hair covered her newly formed pecs and belly, the hairs spreading downwards in a treasure trail.
Becky’s shoulders started to bulk up and broaden, her lithe frame becoming a much stockier build. Her slender arms started to balloon up with muscle, forming veiny biceps and triceps. Becky’s thin, delicate hands expanded into thick, calloused hands with meaty fingers, her manicured fingernails losing their sheen. Becky’s neck expanded and thickened, forming a prominent Adam’s apple.
Becky’s head was now on the body of a beefy, hairy man. As she continued to look at her reflection in shock, her facial features started to change. Her chin pushed out, jawline growing much more prominent and squared. Wrinkles started to appear as she aged from a teenage girl into an adult man. Her hair retracted back into her scalp and darkened, becoming a salt and pepper crew cut. Becky’s lipstick and makeup faded as her lips narrowed, her eyelashes shrinking while her thinly plucked eyebrows grew thicker.
No trace of the young teenage girl remained as the transformation finished. Standing in Becky’s place was another clone of Coach Ryerson, his memories and personality overriding Becky’s brain. Ryerson checked himself out in the locker’s mirror, giving his biceps a quick flex before reaching a hand down and caressing his hard shaft through his jockstrap.
Coach looked over his shoulder as he heard the door to the changeroom open and saw Carter hurrying in, a sleeve of condoms in his hand. “Found them, sorry it took so long, my locker is such a mess…” Carter looked up and stopped midsentence, his jaw visibly dropping.
Carter stared flabbergasted at Coach Ryerson. He had no idea what had happened to Becky or where Coach had come from, or why the man was practically naked. He also didn’t know why he could feel his own dick starting to stir in his jeans.
“Hey there, Carter,” Ryerson winked, continuing to grope himself through the jock, “Are those condoms for me?”