High School Transformation:Ch 8 Coach Brick
#2 of HST: Freshman year
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Coach Brick sat behind his desk in the corner, looking out the window as jock after jock walked by. Occasionally he would smile and give a light wave. But what they didn't know that at times as he sat in his office, he had his shorts down beneath his knees, that free hand no one saw stroking at the nine inch meaty shaft which was aching for a glance at their tight little puckers every now and then.
No one knew this... oh wait, Corban did! "Oh yes, Coach. I see it floating around in your head. That and the shame you feel. You may be close to their age, but not close enough." It was true, Brick was only in his mid twenties and somehow he had managed a job as a coach at a high school, despite the rumors he was a dirty club goer, sticking his club like dick wherever it could fit. "Perhaps you will fit in...Hesh needriph vunt." The dark, red headed stud of a coach jumped as the blinds of his office suddenly flipped shut, blinking his deep blue eyes. "What the..." Then came a thumbing noise, it not taking him long to realize that it was his own dick, pounding away at the underbelly of his desk.
Looking down at his club of a shaft with awe, Brick couldn't seem to help himself as he lowered his head down towards his crotch. Though his six pack ached from the stretch, the stud swallowed much of his cock till he gagged and it was nice and lubed. "Mmmm, mph!" His hips started to buck and pushed the meaty rod even further. The room filled with heavy slurps and the smacking of his lips. He thought to himself, "I know I'm fit, but I've never been able to do this before...this is amazing!"
The coach threw his legs up onto his desk so he had less of a stretch, working his lips all the way down to his sac. The reason why it was getting easier was because his dick was getting bigger, along with the rest of him. His bulk was tripling in size, his clothes couldn't handle it, not even his sneakers as they struggled to stay together before tearing and exposing Brick's enormous...red feet? His eyes widened as he saw his skin starting to change color, fading from his feet up to his crotch, growing fur just like a horses. But he just couldn't stop sucking his cock. His darkening red lips just wanted to take in more, taking more as his face expanded, enough that he lets out a big tongue that lapped teasingly at his balls.
The scent of sweet man ass filled his expanding nostrils and in no time, Brick could stretch his long horse neck far enough that he lapped at his own asshole, getting that tongue nice and deep inside himself. Familiar strands of blood red hair filled his face, smelling exotically of a horse mane. Still he was too busy, tossing his own salad, getting a good view now as his tiny blues turned into big wide blacks and browns. Flapping his lips, Brick grabbed a hold of his foot and half long horse dick and gives it a stroke, the taste of his sweaty ass deep in his mouth. As he got close, he kicked his hoof against his desk and smashed it in half. Losing his balance, he rolled to his back, only ending up with his cock in his big horse snout and sucking it deep. Muffled breighing could be heard in his throat as he face fucked himself, huge lumps forming in his draft horse throat as he swallowed massive streams of jizz. Too much, he pulled his cock out and showered in his own stud cream.
Without warning the office door opened and Ed stood there in an untidy school uniform, slowly changing into his donkey form, his huge cock straining against his black school pants. "Coach, I think it's a good time to talk about that C you gave me in gym...." Brick seemed a little busy, lapping up every strands of beast milk he could reach.
End.