The Sorcerer's New Apprentice 10: Afternoon at the AAC (ap musc)
by Alyn Roze
Quinn and David’s part of the competition was over. Thanks to Brian’s powers they had grown bigger than the average student. After meeting up with the two buff swimmers found out where Brian had taken off to. The quartet was met at the door by Brian and the two former bullies. Everyone was amazed at what they saw when they entered the locker room.
“What do you think of our two former bullies?” Brian said when he saw his friends walk in.
“What did you do to them?” Jason asked. “Whatever they did remind me not to do it.”
“Yeah that is way extreme Brian but I have one concern.” Using his body as an example David continued to speak. “Won’t these overly endowed muscular bodies get us noticed on the swim team?”
“Not if you guys weren’t on the swim team anymore.” Brian answered. “If you were body builders or wrestlers who would care how big you guys are now.”
“But we don’t have a bodybuilder or wrestlers team.” Quinn said to Brian.
“Not yet we don’t. Brian said as he looked at the approaching man.
At that particular moment Coach Armstrong, the swim coach, walked into the locker room. His loose fitting jacket hung to his large torso. His gym shorts hung loosely off his hips just under a slight paunch. Brian could see that the Coach was desperately out of shape by the paunch that sticking below his jacket.
The Coach looked at all the pearlescent goo all over the floor but failed to acknowledge the presents Dan and Randy. “Ok, I don’t even want to know what this substance is boys but you can’t be doing it here. It took the janitorial staff four hours to sanitize the locker room before the event this morning. Now I expect that the group will clean up this room before you go home. David, I want you and Quinn to work on your diving. You two were sloppy on a few of your entries into the water. If you two want to stay on the team, than I expect you to outdo your team mates next time.” Coach Armstrong continued his rant as he walked into the adjacent office. None of the guys could make out what he was saying but they knew it couldn’t have been nice.
“Yes Sir. We will be done in about twenty minutes.” The brothers said to the departing adult.
“He didn’t seem to notice Dan or Randy.” Quinn said to Brian.
“Have you forgotten that I made it so that no one will think that our two new friends here aren’t normal?” Brian reminded Quinn.
“How long are you going to keep them that way?”Quinn inquired again.
Brian looked over at the two ex-bullies. “It’s all up to them, all they need to do is be nice and they return to a somewhat normal size.”
“Speaking of size Brian, what about us?” David asked Brian. “Being this big is a bit much don’t you think?”
“Thank you for reminding me. I need to ‘talk’ to the coach.”
“What are you going to do to him?” David asked Brian in a concerned. “Whatever you ‘discuss’ with the coach would you consider making him a little more ... pleasant?”
“I wasn’t going to mentally change him.” Brian replied to the request. “After all hasn’t he been the best coach the school ever had?”
“No, I don’t think David meant for you to change his attitude but maybe make him better … looking.” Quinn said.
“What do you suggest I do to him?” Brian asked.
“He is all the time bragging how happy he was when he was an all star athlete back in college.” David said. “Brian, do you think you could give Coach back the body he had back in his college days so he could be in a better mood?”
“I think I can do that without causing too much of a change.” Brian said as he excused himself from his friends.
The coach was talking to someone on the office phone as Brian got closer. Even through the closed door he could hear the Coach was not happy with someone. The Coach had not been a happy with anyone lately. Brian concentrated on the out of shape facility member. Slowly the coach began to regress in age. From where Brian was standing outside the office window he could see the coach’s gray thinning hair fill in on top of his head. The fat shoulders that the Coach had this morning started to get smaller. Brian could not see from where he was standing but the rest coach’s body had regressed back to that of an in shape twenty-year-old college student. The transformation continued as Coach Armstrong, still oblivious to what was going on, paced the floor behind his desk. He took a clipboard off its wall hook and began searching through its papers. The Coach was unaware that his ill-fitting clothing was hanging off his slimmer body. Several times during his pacing the now younger coach had to synch the drawstring on his sweatpants tighter to his slimming waist. Brian saw that all the changes were somewhat complete and looks over at the group. The look of anticipation was on everyone’s face.
Brian turns back to the office window as he talked to the group. “You guys are not going to believe what kind of body the coach had when he was younger. The Coach had decent looking body shape even in his college days.”
Everyone rushed to the window, each jockeying to get a view of the young coach.
Slightly embarrassed David was the first to ask his friend a question. “When you age him to his original age, could you make him into the all American athlete like he was in college? And while you are at it make him more ah ... muscular?”
“I like the way you think David, but if I didn’t know that you liked muscle guys.” Brian said giving his friend a few word jabs. “Ok Boys, one muscular coach coming right up with the clothing to match.”
There was a flash of blinding light inside the office. In the place of the young buff looking college student, stood the new and improved adult version of the coach. The new school district’s fitness program head coach had the body to prove it. Then the improvements that David suggested started to take place. The group could only see the back of their old swim coach from where they were standing. The upper traps and deltoids were getting bigger. The extra large loose fitting warm-up jacket changed into a muscle tank top. The back of the shirt barely covered the massive Trapezes muscles.
Everyone outside the office widow began chanting like a cheerleading squad. “Make him turn … Make him pose …. Make him grow … out of his clothes.”
Brian looked closer at the group of guys as they chanted. They were all looking at the massive back of Coach Armstrong. Everyone had a look of awe on their faces. Without taking his eyes off of the six guys in front of him Brian made Coach turn around in front of the office window and do some impromptu posing. Brian looked at the growing bulges in his friends pants as each one suddenly grew fatter and bigger. He turns towards the office window to see the Coach was in the middle of a double bicep pose. The upper chest had become considerably wider and was accompanied by an equally large lat spread. The bottom the loose fitting tank top rose higher exposing the well defined abdominals. Brian saw fit to change the once loose fitting gym shorts, into skin tight bike shorts as they struggled to contain the extra large member inside. Brian turns back to the group of ogling young men.
“If I didn’t know any better I would think that you guys were enjoying Coach’s little show.” Brian says to himself. “Now let’s see what when I make him come out of the office and pose for us.”
The young apprentice commanded the coach exit the office. In a dream like state Coach Armstrong stopped his posing and followed Brian’s silent command. Brian could clearly hear the under the breath comments from the group as Coach Armstrong entered the weight room. This was the first time the group got a full view of the new Coach Armstrong.
“He is magnificent!”
“His muscles are so huge!”
“I’ve never seen anyone so perfect!”
The larger than normal biceps and triceps of Coach Armstrong were only half as big as the thickness of the chest. The giant pillows of pectoral muscles stood out at least six inches further than the rest of the chest. When the frontal double pose turned into a full abdominal pose the group let out a collective gasp. The abdominal muscles were no less than perfect. The muscles were offset slightly as they went from the sternum to the groin. The Coach’s bike shorts hung low off the hips. A small patch of pubic hair could clearly be seen amongst the lower abs. Nestled in the crotch of the shorts was a large tubular bulge. Just to see what the group would do Brian made the bulge grow even bigger. Bulge began to elongate out to one side of the shorts.
“OH MY GAWD, CAN HE GET ANY BIGGER!”
“I see by the looks on your faces that you guys like what you see. Would you guys like to be part of the new athletic team?”
They all agree in one way or another. Brian had promised not to transform his friends without their permission. He knew from the last time that given the right stimuli they would agree to just about anything. “So all of you would like to be part of the new teaching staff?”
Another group affirmation could be heard by Brian. “Very well then since you all agree than all I need to do is to make you guys look the part.”
The group suddenly realized that they all gave him permission again. They were about to protest but they were once again overtaken by a wave exquisite pleasure. Within minutes everyone in the group were bursting out of their clothing with growing muscles. Seconds later each of the guys was built like a junior bodybuilder. No one gained any height just mass. Underneath what was left of their clothing the underwear they were wearing, had changed into bodybuilding posers. Each one had on a different color poser.
Brian gazed over at Coach Armstrong, a magnificent looking heavy weight bodybuilder, but what if he was super heavy weight? Brian wanted to test his gift to the max so he made him grow bigger. Once again the Coach’s body went into another growth spurt. Every muscle on his body increased in size. The skin was now so thin that every striation and muscle could clearly be seen. The vascular system that covered the body looked like a giant 3-D road map. The tight tank top lost its struggle to cover the chest and was ripped into to pieces and fell to the floor. The bike shorts now looked more like square cut posers as they were forced up higher up the humongous thighs. The crotch bulge was brought up higher by the receding hem. The bulge that they brought with them grew bigger than a Cornish hen.
After the few minutes of body augmentation Brian could feel the testosterone fill the room. He had to work fast before any unsuspecting factuality member had walked into the room. They might think that they were in the men’s locker room at a hardcore gym rather than at an aquatic center.
Brian knew that he needed to make a few mental changes to the Coach before he would release him. After all being into a muscle god would freak out most guys.
“Coach when I snap my fingers I release my hold on you. You will not see anyone in this room except me.” Brian commanded.
When Brian snapped his fingers Coach Armstrong’s blank expression became one of confusion.
“Mr. Goodrich what are you still doing here’? Coach Armstrong asked the student.
“A few of us students are concerned with the mood you seem to be in the last few days.”
“Does it show that much?” The coach asked.”I sorry but I have some problems that that I needed to sort out.”
Brian wanted to help Coach with his problems but the coach needed to be more open. “Coach I want you to tell me everything. You will not be able to hide any of your inner feelings.”
The coach’s expression changed from concern to one of relief. “When I was in college I had a promising career as a sports figure. That is until I had a bad injury caused by a hard headed coach at the time. As part of the settlement the Department of Education for the state of Florida agreed to pay all my medical bills as long as I was employed by the Education Department. It took me nine months of physical therapy and a prosthetic joint to learn to walk without the need of any support. But by that time my sports career was over. I couldn’t even do ROTC any more with a bum knee. The only thing I could do with my then current education was to go into teaching. Now they want me to retire early as a cost cutting measure.”
The coach had always done right for the school. “What would say if I told you that I could change your life for the better?”
“What can a fifteen year old do for me?”
“I can make you ten years younger so you don’t have to retire.”
“What are you going to do, hack into the school’s data base and alter my records?”
“‘Let’s just say what I was going to alter has already changed your life. Do you feel any different? Turn around and look at your reflection.”
“Now that you mention it I do feel better than I have in years.” Coach Armstrong turned to face the wall and was amazed at what he saw. “How could I have not noticed it before? I never looked this good when I was in college. Wait a minute, how did I get this big?”
“I did it, would you want to be ten years younger as well?
“Will I remember the last ten years? No forget that I said that, I don’t want to remember them. Those were the worst ten years of my life. Can you give me the memories of always having this body?”
“Only if you want to… Are you sure you want to go through with it? Once it is done there is no going back.”
“Yes I hated my previous life … Do it now before I say no.”
Slowly the coach regressed in age back ten years. His large body remained as muscular as it was but now it looked more toned. Brian made him think that he was a hard core lifter and that he had always been this big. He would now be the weight training coach for the new wrestling team with the biggest, buffest and most muscular students in the state. In his mind his new memories were being integrated into his past life. Memories of working his way up the ranks of the pro circuit were still fresh in his mind.
While Brian was changing their Coach everyone was absentmindedly touching their bodies during the final transformation. That is until they suddenly realized what they were doing and stopped. They looked at each other they noticed that everyone had grown bulging muscles. Their primal instincts had taken control of their bodies and caused their crotches to bulge and grow larger as well.
“Brian what did you turn all of us into?”
“You don’t like what you bodies have grown into?”
“Well I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It is just that I have all these strange feelings all of a sudden.” Jason drifted off into a Zen like state of mind. “All these big muscles feel so wonderful. They are so smooth and hard.”
Brian noticed that Jason was getting off on his new body. “That’s not the only thing that is hard on you Jason.”
“Oh yes, how could anyone not enjoy a body like this?” Jason could feel the pressure building deep within his groin. “How could you know what my fantasy body would be like?”
“All I did was use the images you guys had hidden deep in your minds and made them come true.”
The poser that Jason had on was being pushed up farther by the growing monster underneath. Finally the poser gave up its contents and the monster popped out the top. It continued to grow until it reached a full ten inches, hard.
Brian looked about the room and noticed that the rest of the guys were in similar situations. Everyone’s cocks were standing straight up. It looked to Brian like a military honor guard with sabers drawn. Except these “sabers” were dripping with pre cum. Within seconds of being exposed their cocks ejected arching streams of cum into the air creating a puddle in the middle of the room as the streams fell back to earth. Having spent their load all the cocks began to droop down over the top of the owner’s posers.
The group of exhausted junior bodybuilders quickly regained their composure as they stuffed themselves back into their seemingly smaller posers.
Quinn was first to speak. “Brian you promised you wouldn’t change us again.”
“Yeah!” Andy said. “We look like a bunch of gay bodybuilders in these skimpy suits.
“I just thought that you guys would like to have some fun at the same time. But I guess that if you guys are only interested in helping others than I will change you all back.
“It’s not that it’s the second time you have used us.” Jason said with a stern look on his face. But before his brother could comment Jason grabbed his brother. “It’s time you let us choose what we want to be no more tricks, deal.”
“So you guys like all the muscle?”
“Yes. I like it man but not with this porn star bulge. Does everyone agree?” Jason asked.
“Reluctantly everyone said yes.”
“But what about Coach Armstrong …” David asked his younger cousin. “… Are you going to leave him that big?”
“I was so into what you guys have turned into that I had forgotten about him.” Bran turned to the large coach and concentrated for a few seconds. “He doesn’t realize you guys are here yet.”
The now larger Coach Armstrong was still doing his posing routine when the guys looked in his direction. In his mind he was on stage for a group of adoring fans. He sensually rubbed his hands all over his chest going down to his posers. As he pivoted his hips like a belly dancer his hands slipped down the waist band of his posers. Enticing the invisible fans he slowly pulls down the waist band exposing a little bit of neatly trimmed pubic hair, then a little bit more, then a little bit more, finally stopping at the exposed base of his cock. He then slips his hand inside and slowly massages his member. His hyper active testosterone emissions were having a strange effect on the guys.
“OH man. That is one perfectly build human specimen.”
“I just want to go to him and touch every inch of that wonderful body.”
“Not if I get there first.”
Brian stood back and watched as the group of now muscle jocks were being attracted to the behemoth like moths to a flame. They crowded around him caressing every inch of his body. Even his brother was attracted by the Coach’s body. Then Jason suddenly realized something, this huge man was one of the school’s factuality members.
“What are you making us do Brian?” Jason said with a tone of concern.
“It’s not me this time.” Brian said holding his hands up in the air. “The Coach is doing it all on his own. It’s his alpha male magnetism.”
“But he is one of the teachers here at school. You can’t turn him into a night club performer. He has a job to do at the school. He has a life?”
“Don’t worry, he won’t remember any of this when he comes out of his trance.” Brian said. “Now it’s time to have him join the real world. Ok everybody stand back.”
Brian concentrates on the Coach again and releases him from the trance he was in. His dream like attitude was replaced by one of authority.
“Boys, you bess not forget about tonight” Coach told the group. “I’m expecting you to work your ass this time. You can’t get legs like this if you don’t go heavy on the squat rack.”
The group was so taken back by the coach’s new attitude that they didn’t answer right away. This made Coach Armstrong real mad. Coach stepped closer to the group a said in a booming voice.
“ARE YOU LADIES DEAF OR ARE YOU JUST PLAIN TIRED OF LIVIN”
Having seen a few war movies the group knew that his tone of voice meant trouble if not answered correctly. “SIR NO SIR! … TODAY IS LEG DAY… SIR!” The group answered in unison as they snapped to attention.
Everyone in the room was amazed on how demanding the huge guy was. Hughie leaned over close towards David and in a low voice asked. “Where does he think he is … in the army?”
“DID I SAY IT WAS OK TO SPEAK IN THE RANKS LADIES?”
Mimicking Jason’s actions, in response to the imposing question Hughie and David snap to attention. “SIR NO SIR!”
“DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY YOU MOMMA”S BOYS!”
While the coach’s attention was focused on the rest of guys, Quinn pulled Brian off to one side and asks. “Brian, is that our coach or a drill sergeant?”
“He does have a demanding presents.” Brian said.
“He sure is a good looking man too.” Quinn said. “Brian. Does he remember anything about his past life?”
“All I did was increase his muscle mass. His memories of his past life are that of being in the armed forces after high school. For all he knows he has always has been the Alpha male type.”
“But what about the school …” Quinn asks again. “Won’t they find it strange that the Coach has suddenly gotten … bigger?
“As far as anyone that remembers the old Coach Armstrong, their memories of him will change.” Brian said. “When they next see him they will remember him as always being large and in charge. As far as the school is concerned, the school has always known for its muscular guys. The school will have bodybuilding and wrestling along with basketball and football.”
“So for right now he is the Alpha male of our school?” Quinn asks. “How long are you going to keep the Coach in that wonderful looking body? I … Oh Man! I’m getting this over powering urge to go over there and join the rest of the group.”
“Why don’t give in to your urge and go over there and enjoy yourself. I’m going to keep him that way from now on. Why can’t we have a super huge hard core bodybuilder for a high school coach?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, anything you say Brian.” Quinn said before joined his friends.
Brian and Jason stood there and looked about the locker room. The Coach’s mere presents would dominate any room he happened to be in. Brian had turned Coach Armstrong into the biggest man that he had ever seen. He had also turned his cousin, along with their friends, into a team of muscle loving gay bodybuilders.
“OK ladies, get your running shorts on and your gym bags packed cause we ain’t taken” no SUV back to the gym.” Coach Armstrong demanded. “Everybody is gonna have to run back to the gym today. Any mama’s boy that doesn’t make it there in less than hour will have to do an extra one hundred pushups once we get there. DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?”
A very weak response of moans and groans from the group made Coach Armstrong even madder as he barked out his last command. “DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
“SIR, YES SIR!”
“DAMN STRAIGHT LADIES. NOW GET YOUR ASSES OUT THAT DOOR BEFORE I MAKE IT TWO HUNDRED!”
“Hey Jason, Would you like to join the rest of the team on a little run?” Brian asked his brother.
“I’d better drive the SUV there.” Jason said in response. “We better go keep an eye on them and make sure they make it there. This will be one Saturday afternoon that they would not soon forget.”