“Coach! You know what this means?”
“That magic is real?”
“We’ll, that too, but this means you can save the day and win us that championship tomorrow!”
“What do you mean?”
“You said it yourself no one knows the plays like the two of us. I’m out because of my knee, but if you use those dice you could become young enough to be our new starter! Then you could just have me and Coach Baker call the game!”
“You think it would work? What if I roll the dice too many times?”
“It’s worth the risk. As long as you don’t go past 14 you could still technically start!”
Tom couldn’t believe what he was about to do, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit he was excited about the prospect of being young again and getting to now just play another game but help win his team a championship.
“Fine, let’s do this!”
Grasping the lots once more Jackson stared in wonder as his coach threw them once more. Astounded the two watched as they clattered to the floor, finally coming to rest at 12.
Tom gasped as the changes once again over took his body. Jackson watched wide eyed as his coach began the journey backwards to 29. Tom’s black hair completely filled in, becoming thicker and healthier as he journeyed backwards. Gazing down at his body the former athlete was astounded as the fat around his mid section evaporated bit by bit. The mans hazel eyes went wide, filling with youthful vigor as the fat evaporated from his body, his muscles returning once more to its prime. Lifting his shirt, which was now several sizes too big, Tom began to laugh heartily. “Holy shit I’ve got abs again!”
Jackson could only laugh as he noticed his coach’s excitement. Tom was once more in the prime of his life. Gone was the Middle Aged, over the hill, fat former athlete. Instead a young man in the prime of his life now stood before Jackson, laughing maniacally as he flexed his formerly flabby biceps that now rippled with muscle.
“Damn man look at me,” Tom said happily. “I’m what, 29. I look great, I feel great, I haven’t felt like this in years. I bet I could run a sub five 40 yard dash again.”
“Well you can’t stop now coach, 29 is still way too old for high school football.
“You’re right. Here goes nothing.”
Tom rolled the dice once more. As the dice came to a stop, they landed on 18. Just young enough for Tom to start for the team.
Tom was indeed swelling with muscular size and strength, any vestiges of age fleeing from his face as he began his journey down to 18. His shirt began to fill out again with his sweltering pectorals and thick, tightly packed abdominals and etched in stone obliques. His shoulders were wider and stronger, almost demanding fewer sleeves. His biceps and triceps swelled in response to one another, and he felt his lats spread wider upon the wall.
His face youthened, returning to the days when he was basically the babyfaced boy next door just going by appearance. "Ahh...ahh this feels so amazing..." Tom’s legs and glutes strengthened up nicely, swelling in their confines. Nothing had ever felt quite so great.
Tom ran his hand through his thick, luscious hair. The dark haired hunk visibly stretched and got accustomed as the changes came to an end. "I-I feel...I feel so amazing, Jackson!" Tom flexed an arm, and then thumped on his well built chest.
The next wave took over as Tom headed toward 18.
“Going back to...hooh...eighteen..." Tom exhaled sharply as he felt the transformation rush over him again. It was even more intense and sensual this time as Tom felt his body well and truly returning to its most muscular prime.
Jackson watched as his coach stood there, really enjoying the sensations as his teenage sensitivity and hormones returned to him. He ran his hands over his pecs and abs, enjoying how smooth and great it all felt to him now.