When Mark returned to find the old coach sitting in a trance he had an idea. He had already decided to make
him in to the perv janitor but that was just a jumping off point.
Mark first started out with a back story for the coach. When you were in grade school you were the biggest
baddest bully jock on the play ground. Do you understand?
Yes the coach responded.
And as you grew older and went into middle school you became the biggest jock on the teams. As you grew into
high school you stopped your growth spurt at 5'11" and 300 pounds of pure muscle. Not an ounce of fat to be
found. Do you understand?
Yes I understand.
Mark could tell that coach was becoming that arrogant asshole that he had always been with the others. He
puffed out his chest, and lifted his head as if turning up his nose to the world.
As your senior class came around you were scouted by all the major schools and had offers for full rides sawto
several choice schools. Mark could tell the coach really enjoyed this. But before you were able to sign you
blew our your knees. There was nothing that the Doctors could do about it your sports career was over. You
would be fine but such severe strain on your knees would make a sports career impossible.
Mark looked at coach and saw his chest deflate from the blow to his ego.
When the schools found out about your injury they withdrew their offers which made it impossible for you to go
to college. You tried to find work to pay for school but all you could find was a job as a janitor in your old
high school. Do you understand.
There was an audible sign from his tone that he was now defeated.
You have been working at this school eating and drinking and leering at the up and coming jocks wishing that
was you. At times you prop open the door to the janitor closet just a crack so you can see those slim young
bodies working out. Just like you use to be. Do you understand?
Yes I understand.
You have grown to be a rather rotund pervert. You have lost all your hair on the top of your head and have
just loose strands over your ears and along the back of your head. You have lost all that beautiful curly hair
that you have so preened over.
That 300 pounds of muscle had turned into 450 pounds of blubber since you were incapacitated for almost 6
months and the news of your sports career sent you into a deep depression that made you eat yourself into a
site that would be impossible for you to return from.
Now go to your janitor closet and wack off to the boys. See if you can lift that belly and find that tiny cock
of yours. It may take a few chances but I am sure you can do it.