Francine returned just a few minutes later, easily persuading Coach Smith to follow her using her new-found womanly ways. She brought him through the door to see Simon bearing down over him.
"Hello coach," Simon grunted.
"Wh-wh-who the hell are you?" the coach stammered.
"Not so tough now are you? Not calling me names any more are you? Now who's the wimp? HUH??"
"Oh my God......SIMON?!" Smith staggered back in shock.
In reply, Simon strode over to him and ripped down his pants and boxers, seeing a small soft cock lying between Smith's legs. Simon began to lick it slowly as the coach protested, but as Simon kept licking the coach began to submit. And the dick started to fold inwards until it was a tight pussy again.
The coach barely noticed as his fat receded, his hair lengthened, he became younger until he was barely eighteen, and his man-boobs were replaced by full breasts.
The coach moaned, her breasts rising as she felt Simon's tongue inside her. But now he stopped licking and thrust his enormous manhood inside her virgin pussy. She screamed, but Simon kept pounding into her until soon she too was filled with his cum and was also carrying his baby.
Simon was exhausted after all this fucking, but allowed himself a smile: "This is going to be even easier than I imagined," he thought.