The young coach moaned as Diego's thick meat pounded into him, his cum splattering across his abs and chest as the hulking, shortstacked student expertly claimed his ass' virginity. The man winced as he could even see the impression of Deigo's giant, club-like appendage through his abs as he was fucked brutally.
Diego let out a triumphant roar as he came. With a forceful thrust, he plunged his inhumanly girthy cock down to the hilt, causing Coach Kanning to scream out in a mix of pain and ecstasy. The man's cock went rock hard as he came again, a pitiful amount sputtering out, especially compared to the deluge that was coating his innards.
"Thanks for the sample, Coach," Diego huffed as he pulls out, taking a few wobbly steps back. He marveled at the waterfall of his own seed spilling out of the coach's used hole. Stumbling forward, he scoops up what little Coach Kanning came the second time around: the coach's first load as an infected man. The huge teenager was giddy imagining what power the coach's cum must hold! He quickly swiped a test tube off of Coach's desk and then then took several more. He was going to have a busy weekend collecting as many samples as he could.
"Now, where's your TRT, Coach?" Diego growled. Coach Kanning got to his feet, still out of breath from Diego's intrusion, and weakly pointed to the filing cabinet off to the side. Diego regarded the small vial and smirked. "Oh man, I can't wait to see what this stuff does to me," he grunted. Judging from the way the coach's dick jolted at his words, he knew Kanning thought the same.
"Heh, thanks again, Coach," Diego boomed, slipping on his clothes, well, it was more struggling than slipping to get his clothes onto his pumped body. "See you Monday, once I'm HUGE!" He slapped Coach's ass on the way out and rubbed his prodigious bulge through the fabric, the only thing on his mind was how he was going to make Mr. Dearborn look tiny after this weekend!
"No, thank you," Coach Kanning sighed, a light grin on his own face as he took a sample vial and filled it with Diego's virility; the very first of his own samples.
***
Coach Kanning felt a little warm, his body giving off ever so slightly more heat than before. It was enough to cause his shirt to plaster to his broad, built-up pecs. The coach made his way to the principal's office, nodding at the secretary.
"You can't go in there, Bradley," the secretary chimes through her face-mask.
"I uh... got infected too," Coach Kanning coughed. The secretary just raised a brow.
"Infected entrance is on the other side, you know that," the secretary huffs, taking out a box of disinfecting wipes and shooing the coach out the door.
"Right, sorry," the coach laughed apologetically.
He rounded the corner and entered through the other side to the principal's office, the waiting area much less well-kept. He knocked on the door and waited. There was a scuffle inside.
"Out in a second," a baritone voice called out from the other side. Coach Kanning could only guess what the principal must be doing on the other side. He didn't have to wait long.
Principal Drexler opened the door, his thick arm threatening to burst the sleeve of his suit. The mustachioed older man huffed, beads of sweat rolling down his brow. Said brow furrowed as he looked down at the younger, lesser man. As Coach Kanning looked down, he could see where the older man had hastily tucked his shirt back in... and he could see the wet spot forming in his crotch.
"Bradley, how can I help you?" the principal said with as much decorum as he could muster in such a situation.
"I, uh, came to report that I've been recently infected, Sir," Coach Kanning said with a gulp. The older man sighed and pinched the thick bridge to his nose.
"Bradley, you were last one in the Athletics department that wasn't infected. What am I going to do? We don't have the budget for a new hire!" the older man growled. Tensing up, Principal Drexler's suit began to tear at the seams.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I just found out. I'll make it up to you," Coach Kanning said, trying to reassure the bigger, and now much angrier older gentleman.
"Yes, I think you will," Principal Drexler snarled as he grabbed Coach Kanning by the neck and pulled him towards his reinforced desk and chair. Sitting down, he pulled Kanning to the floor, the muscled coach forced onto his knees as the principal fished out his engorged dick. "Get sucking, Kanning. Don't think this even comes close to making up for what you've done." Brad teared up as he was forced to take the first 6" of Drexler's cock in his mouth, it's thickness rivalling Diego's.
"Ahhhh, you'll be supervising afterschool detention for the quarantined children for the rest of the year, you hear me? Fuuuuuck, and you're the assistant football coach from now on--"
"But, sir--"
"Don't interrupt!" Brad couldn't retort, Drexler snarled lowly and shoved the rest of his cock down his throat to silence him before he could so much as finish his sentence.
Drexler got into a rhythm, face-fucking Coach Kanning, leaning back and sighing blissfully as his aching balls got their sweet relief. He'd only been infected for a few weeks himself, the victim of a prank by the infected jocks who threw condoms full of their seed at his car because he dared to punish them by making them sit out a big game. But in that time, his body had undergone a radical transformation. No longer was he the meek looking, mousy principal. He'd grown significantly everywhere, but nowhere as much as he did in the balls.
Drexler peeled down his pants, revealing the source of his radical transformation. Where his whole body had grown to look like that of a pornstar meets fitness model, his balls were almost comically huge. The size of softballs, they made his grown 8" cock look small! And all those extra hormones his giant balls produced flooded him with emotions he hadn't felt in years: aggression and lust. He and his wife hadn't had sex in years until he was infected. Now, they go all night, his increasingly Amazonian spouse begging for more of him.
But he could only take care of his needs with her at home, and his ever-growing balls demanded attention constantly. At school, he needed to masturbate almost constantly; or when need be, into a disobedient teacher's hole!
"Graaah!" Drexler roared as he filled Coach's throat with his spunk. The flow was so intense that the excess spilled out of Coach Kanning's nostrils. When the principal was done, he roughly pushed the lesser man off, sending the coach sprawling onto his back. "Get out," he huffed, taking a tissue and wiping off his huge dick before throwing it at Kanning's face. The coach took it and wiped the spunk off his face.
"Yes, sir," he mewled as he exited the principal's office, glaring down at the used tissue: sample number 2.
***
Coach Kanning made his way to one of his old haunts: a hardcore gym that he used to frequent. However, when the contagion swept their little town, after the stricter lock-downs, the place reopened, only for it serve their infected clientele only. Well, Bradley Kanning now fit the bill.
Dressed in nothing but an a-shirt and basketball shorts, his gym bag strung over his shoulder, he went in. He noticed that the sliding doors were much taller now. The moment he got in, there was an intense heat and a heady waft of... male essence that permeated the air. Hell, any normal person walking in would probably get infected just from that!
"Hey, Brad, was wondering when you'd get infected," a deep, booming voice called to him from the front desk. He had to look up, way up, to see the giant man's face beaming down at him over a pair of Herculean pecs. He might've been a titan now, one of the biggest, if not the biggest, infected guys Kanning had ever laid his eyes on. But, the coach could instantly tell; from his good looks, even if it was covered in a dense bush of beard now, that it was one of his old flames.
"Jesus, Stan, that you?" Coach Kanning coughed. The titan's eyes gleamed and he brought up an arm that would make the likes of Mr. Dearborn weak in the knees! Stan had been your average college lifter before the world turned into the mess of writhing muscle it was now. But now, he was something else, a paragon of masculinity. He wasn't just scraping 10' tall, but his build was far beyond that of anyone else. And, judging from the bulge in his shorts, Kanning had to guess he was blessed similarly down below as well.
"The one and only," the giant boomed proudly, puffing out his expansive chest.
"Jeez, you took well to the.. uh..."
"Yeah, guess I did," Stan chuckled. "Was one of the first to get infected. Been hitting the gym hard ever since. They say I've got potential to be the next big thing in bodybuilding! Emphasis on BIG, little man." The huge man eyed Kanning hungrily, old passions reigniting within him; remembering all the times Brad took him, made him suck him off, fucked him raw on and off camera for his homemade pornos. "Say, why don't we catch up a little after your workout?" Stan grunted, palming his basket.
"I uh..." Coach Kanning stuttered. As tempting as it was; how he wanted to feel up all that muscle, how he wanted to know what his own future body would feel like when he surpassed this behemoth; Coach was focused on one thing. Getting huge. Stan was hot, hotter than he'd ever been. He was surely one of the most gifted infected; but his infection was old. There was no telling whether Stan was even contagious at that point. No, Bradley Kanning needed fresh, more infective cum to work with. "...I'll wait, give you a reminder of what it's like to bottom for a real stud, Stan," the coach finished with a wink.
"Hah?! If you can get bigger than me, Brad!" the giant receptionist laughed. As Kanning made his way in, he looked at the other lifters. Some were giants, though none came close to Stan's size. They were the ones who were comfortable with their titanic bodies; unfazed by flaunting their huge erections as they lifted tonnage. Others were more like him; just getting started on their infected journeys, taking furtive glances at the other big men around them.
It was a good thing he'd brought a few vials to collect some samples.