"Hey, you boys, what are you up to now? You should be in the weight room lifting!" growled the old -and soon
to be former- coach.
"Yeah, that's right!" shouted Simon standing up.
"Oooh, Mark, forgot about his shorts!" laughed Kevin pointing at Alexander-ne-Simon's tiny exposed floppy
cock.
"Damn, got to do something about that teeney wiener too. Tomato, go back into your trance," Mark ordered.
Coach Alexander balked and went into a trance.
"What's going on? Who's this half naked man?" roared the old coach.
"He's your replacement, coach. Time for you to retire and get your gold watch," Mark said holding up the
enchanted pocket watch. "See! You're already getting sleepy, old man."
Coach yawned as he reached for the watch. He froze.
"Now what shall we do with you Coach Lardasss?" Mark said evilly.
"Probably something around the school? Maybe the new lunch lady in the cafeteria?" suggested Steve.
"Nah, he should be the towel boy or gym janitor. Some job around the locker room so he can go on about how he
would do things if he were the coach," laughed Kevin.
"Yeah, the pervy janitor who likes sniffing young guy's jockstraps!" added Rico.
"Heh, heh, I'd rather seem him as Coach Alexander's new wimpy teenage bodybuilding project!" piped up Dan.
"Okay, I'll think about it. Coach, sit down here on the bench - not you Alexander- and I want you to
concentrate on your memories as a coach. Enjoy those memories, because when we get back you're not going to
remember even blowing your whistle. Okay, Coach Alexander, it's your turn. First, let's get rid of Simon's
old cock. Our coach should have a thick long cock - get erect. That's it. Okay 2- nah, 5 inches longer. Now!"
At Mark's order Coach Alexander Henderson's rock hard cock grew to 9 inches.
"Now it needs to be thicker -about the size of a baseball bat handle. That way you can grip it like a bat when
you jack off, Alex," laughed Mark. "Oh, your cock should be darker and hairier - yes, stop, that's perfect,"
he added as the color deepened on Alexander's cock. It stopped changing when Mark said stop.
"Hm, now your cock will only shrink a half inch when soft. That way when we're playing games, you'll have a
huge bulge the whole time to intimidate the other team's coach and players. Now you'll wear some of those
short coach's shorts made of nylon - I think gray would be a nice neutral color. - oh, and tight. And no
underwear. Good, perfect."
"Dude, if his cock was an inch longer it would be sticking out his shorts' leg," roared Kevin.
"Yeah, now we better go do weights, right, Coach? Tomato!"
"Hey, what are you guys still doing here? Get out to that weight room!" ordered Alexander Henderson.
"What about the old coach?"
"Oh, he's going to be the new janitor, but first the weights," Mark said.