The new coach grinned and shoved the fat man in the coach's uniform out of the way.
"Wait you cannot leave me like this!" protested Mark in his new overweight ancient body, "And you can't go anywhere wearing only a Speedo!"
The new Mark stopped short and ran his index finger up his butt crack shoving the blue Speedo tightly inside his crevice. This tightened the suit and accentuate every muscle of the coach's tight ass, and bulging crotch. Then he firmly squeezed his butt cheek through the fabric while clenching his butt cheeks together.
"Damn, Marky, or should I say, Walter, you've been hiding your prime assets under all that bulky polyester and cotton. I'm definitely changing the coach's uniform to include more Spandex. As for my being seen in public like this? Well, the people I know, I will just tell that you finally agreed to swap bodies. To strangers, I'll say I was chasing a locker room thief, and didn't stop to change." He turned and smiled broadly,
"You bastard! When I tell Coach Sinclair--"
"That old fart will never believe you. He's always saying there's no such thing as magic."
"Well, maybe you used science, and did a mind transfer that induced hallucinations?" the Walter postulated.
"Right? Coach Sinclair will believe that crazy old Walter has gone off the deep end and will call the cops. You will be evaluated and if you still insist you're really a young man and I stole your body, they will lock you up and throw away the key!"
"But how do I get my body back?"
"Don't you get it. You don't. The idol transfers souls only once for each body. You need to get a young stud to foolishly do what you did, which is agree to trade bodies. It took me fifteen years to get you, but you'd better be better at this than me because the doctor has only given me -or rather my old body to live unless I lost weight."
"I -uh? I am so tired," sighed the defeated old man, as he plopped down on a chair near the door. And fell asleep.
"Bye-uh!" said the new coach, and he started running barefoot back to the campus with his hard junk bouncing wildly inside Chad.
Chad was freaking over so much. This afternoon he'd been the MVP, and star quarterback. Then he was Coach Sinclair's Speedo. While he was coming to terms with that this fat old man named Walter stole him and stretched him all out of shape. Now Walter had stolen Coach Mark's body, and the magic had changed Chad back from a size 80 Speedo to a size 28 Speedo. Though he was pretty sure that Coach Mark's body required a size 30 or 32. Damn, he felt tight. Oh, and the dude was leaking pre-cum now. He wondered what would happen to him now?