Jake's thunder steps alarmed Brody of the big man's arrival.
“Hello, coach Jake! Glad you could join the party!”
Coach? Jake was flabbergasted. He was just a school boy this morning… How could he…
Years of new memories seeped into Jake's brain. Yep, it all makes sense now. He was the star athlete in school, then in the whole country. But as the years went by, Jake got bored of running around with the ball and this found the wonderful world of powerlifting. Yep, power suits just right. He trained with his team less, instead pushing himself further and further in the gym, showing more and more food and vitamins down his gullet, growing bigger and bigger both muscle and fat. Soon, sports were of no interest to him. All Jake ever wanted was to continue growing bigger and bigger, while leading other guys to their wins in sports and maybe bringing some to the path of unstoppable growth too.
Being young and this close to his students, coach Jake was loved by all of them. Youngest coach within several cities, yet one with the most star-spangled life. Coach Jake's presence alone was enough to attract to sports not only jocks and boys, but even the geeks and girls.
Coach Jake glanced at a mirror. Oh, God, how good he looks. It seems that to save itself, during Jake's explosive growth spurt the jacket mostly grew whatever was not covered by it. Thus, his massive pecs swelled even further and now were gargantuan, jutting out forward so much that at least two people could hide underneath them, without him noticing, if only that space wasn't already taken by his bulbous musclegut, which was entirely solid, like a rock and nearing the size of a beach ball. His belly button pushed out into an apple-sized outie, while his nipples were the size of a normal man's fist with large dark red areolas. His legs could rival century-old trees in girth, strong enough to not only carry his own heft, but almost any other weight coach Jake would ever want to lift.
And all of that voluptuous glory was covered in a dense forest of fur. It almost looked like there was not a single spot of his skin without hair. A literal carpet of hair covered his front, from his dark stubble, down his neck, all over his pecs, then his ball-gut, then a ridiculous ball of fur in his crotch, finally ending with legs so hairy, they could rival Tolkien's Hobbits. Even coach Jake's hands and knuckles were hairy, a true testament to just how much testosterone boiled within his manly blood.
Oh, and that smell. Taking deep breaths to cool down, coach Jake took lung-full after lung-full of his own rancid, pungent aroma. Yet, it was the most pleasant smell to him, rich with testosterone and pheromones, just how a real man must stink. You could almost see the veil of odour around him, like some kind of religious aura, and when others smelled coach Jake's stench, it was almost impossible not to get aroused, no matter whether you were a straight guy or a girl. For other teachers at school it
But the biggest improvement given to coach Jake by the jacket must be his monster cock. Easily two feet long, thick like a drainage pipe and curved upwards with a pulsing cock head. His ball-sack hung low at his knees and hosted a pair of grapefruits inside, completely covered in long hairs, making it look more like a furry pillow. Coach Jake's cock was rock hard and his balls were already aching and yearning for release, despite cuming a bucket of spunk just minutes ago. There was already a slick stream of pre running down the giant appendage, along its curve, disappearing within the dark bush of fur.
Coach Jake brought his hands up and struck a double-bi pose. Each muscle and tendon in his arms bulged and swelled even further, while the sleeves of the poor jacket screamed in agony, as their seams tittered on the brink of collapsing. A small spurt of cum shot from his dick and straight onto the mirror, glazing it with the white splooge.
Feeling the tightness of the jacket on his skin, coach Jake thought of…