Team Player

The whistle blew a shrill note out across the field. Out of breath, Sam dropped to his knees clutching the ache in his side. Half the field away, the rest of the team came to a halt, but showed few signs of fatigue. Sam struggled to get to his feet, adjusting the heavy pads around his neck. He started to jog the rest of the way, each step causing the stitch in his side to send new waves of pain throughout his body. How can they run so fast? How are they not collapsing in exhaustion? Even as his mind asked the questions, the answers presented themselves. The other players had trained most of their lives for this. Their bodies were muscular and toned. Over the past week, he’d seen them lift three times his body weight. They’d outrun him, outlasted him, and out maneuvered him at every turn. Sam tried to take some level of pride in withstanding the week’s trials, but even that felt hollow as he made the final few painful steps to where the group of young men were huddled.

Sam was not the only straggler. Another young man named Martin had not performed as poorly as Sam, but well under the expectation set by the rest of the team. As Sam arrived in the small circle, Martin patted him on the shoulder, a gesture of solidarity entirely unnoticed by Sam due to the heaviness of the padding and his body’s thorough numbness. The two had commiserated throughout the week, but Sam found it difficult not to resent Martin who was the slowest cheetah on the field compared to Sam’s tortoise like efforts. “You’re not going to throw up right? I mean, not again?” Martin tried to make it a joke, but Sam knew that his new friend was genuinely concerned. A few of the other players edged away from Sam’s heaving form.

“Alright then, that’s the whole week. Congratulations on making it this far!” Coach Murdoch and a cadre of other middle aged men in windbreakers strode into the middle of the pack of tryouts. Murdoch was a handsome man with battleship gray hair and sun worn skin. He oozed confidence in every action. Even though the coach had been their taskmaster all week, everyone on the field, including Sam, looked up to him. “You’ve all got a lot to be proud of and I want you to know that I’m proud of each one of you as well. You saw the washouts earlier in the week. Those young men walked off this field and went back to playing video games and jerking off in the dark, but you stayed and showed your mettle on the field. You all know that I can only take twelve out of the sixteen though.” A small murmur went through the team while Murdoch took a clipboard from one of his assistants. “Alright, if I don’t call your name, head to the locker room. Coach Watkins and the rest of the staff will walk you through what happens next. If I do call your name, stay on the field for a bit.” He cleared his throat. “Walter Bigsby, Tom Robbins, Martin Blake, and Sam Holcomb.”

Oh thank god. Sam didn’t think that he had a chance, but as the week had rolled on he had started to fear actually making the team. He couldn’t imagine going through the same thing week after week. The relief passed quickly as he saw his fellow rejects take it much harder. He and Martin had accepted their inevitable cut from the team, but Walter and Tom had been in the running. A few of the others on the low end of the list looked visibly relieved as they fist pumped and jogged away. A few of the selected twelve hung around for a moment to console the four cuts, but soon only Coach Murdoch, one of his assistants, and the four cut players remained on the field. Sam used the last of his strength to pull off his pads. He could feel where his blisters and bruises were already forming.

“I want to thank you boys for coming out and hanging in there all week. You earned a lot of respect.” Coach Murdoch took a knee in their smaller circle. “Tom, Walter, you both did very well and it was a hard choice on who to go with. Go with Coach Young. He’s going to talk with you about what we think of as alternate spots. You won’t be officially on the team, but you’ll train with the team for the next year. I think after six months on a solid regiment, you’ll be able to hang in there with the best we’ve got. Don’t think this is a waste of time either. Cory and Matt both were alternates for the past year. They were leading the pack all this week. Hang with it, and you can do the same.”

Tom and Walter stood up with a grunt. They clapped Sam and Martin on the back before following Coach Young off the field. Sam felt strangely happy for them, though it meant he and Martin had definitively been the bottom of the pack. Murdoch waited silently until the others were gone. The stadium’s emptiness loomed all around them. They knelt at the exact center. The vacant seats stacked up higher and higher until they faded into blackness as the huge lights flared down on the field. The stadium was set off from the campus, beyond the walls only more emptiness awaited. Somewhere far beyond that, other college kids worried about their classes or getting drunk at frat houses or trying to sneak a girl past security. Sam could think of nothing other than the isolation of the moment. He felt part of something, as though, for the first time in his life, he was in on the gag.

Coach Murdoch cleared his throat. “Martin. Sam. Both of you have something very valuable. Call it mettle or gumption or whatever. You worked with the team all week. You did everything that was asked of you. I want you to know how much I appreciate that. You saw all those kids on the first few days. They showed up mostly to say that they did. Life isn’t all about showing up though. Eventually you have to stay in the fight. Now, Martin, I know you were hoping for a scholarship. Sam, how come you decided to stick with it? To be honest, football doesn’t seem like your kind of sport.”

“Dunno, Coach, like you said I guess. Eventually you have to stick with something.” Sam didn’t know if he meant it, but the whole week had been filled with so much propaganda phrasing that he’d started to believe it.

Murdoch smiled. “What do you two think of signing up for a special program? You’d get to be part of the team. You’d even get a special scholarship, a full ride.”

Martin looked skeptical. “A full ride? Making the team doesn’t even come with that. What would we be doing?”

“Did you two happen to see Tiffany this week?”

Sam remembered her vividly. They’d been getting changed one morning when she walked into the locker room. She wore a cut off t-shirt that barely covered the bottom of her tits and a pair of white gym shorts that showed off most of her ass as well. The bleach blond had spent some time talking with a few of the players before going into the team’s locker room. Before she left, she bent over to pick up something, giving everyone in the room a full view of her fat tits. Sam didn’t doubt most of the try outs had jerked off to her that night. Martin seemed to be sharing the same happy daydream.

Coach continued, “Tiffany is one of our morale specialists. She spends a lot of time making sure all of the team is happy, basically. Think of it like a PR job. Whenever the team goes out as a group, which we encourage, Tiffany or one of the others goes with them. Makes sure they don’t get into trouble and takes care of anything they need. Other stuff as well. Arranges tutors for the ones who can’t keep up their studies that kind of thing. It’s almost a full time job in addition to all your regular classwork. Like I said though, full ride scholarship and plenty of travel. What do you think? Sound like something that’s interesting to you?”

“Why offer it to us? Surely there’s some marketing major that would love this and they’d probably be more fit.”

Coach nodded. “I don’t disagree with that. But here’s how I see it. Taking care of the team, looking out for the guys — I want the person handling that to be someone who has proved themselves on the field. Someone who has already shown their dedication.”

Martin nodded. “Ok, I’ll give it a shot.”

“What about you, Sam? We’d love to have you as part of the program.”

Sam thought for a moment. He imagined getting his things and walking out of the stadium and through the dark parking lots. “Sure.”

Murdoch took them back to his office. They could hear the rest of the tryouts celebrating in the nearby locker room. Sam immediately became anxious about his ability to handle any of the guys he’d been trying out alongside. Martin’s face had turned slightly green as well. Coach Murdoch guessed their hesitation. “Now, don’t worry about how they’re going to react. That’s all part of why I wanted you two. If it were some wimpy kid from a business 101 class, those boys would walk all over them. You two have proved yourselves through. They’ll respect that.”

Once they settled into his office, Murdoch produced two forms and explained them as boilerplate release documents. Sam glanced through the legal wording quickly, “This is pretty aggressive wording about keeping things secret.”

Murdoch looked surprised. “Yes. That’s sort of normal these days. Every football program wants to keep the edge in whatever way they can. Really these are making sure you can’t get mad at someone here and go tell a reporter about everything we do. I’m afraid we can’t go any further until you’ve signed.” He held two blue pens across the desk. Martin took his eagerly, and Sam followed suit. “Excellent. Oh, before I forget.” He went to a locked cabinet behind his desk and pulled out a pair of small, foil packets. They rattled in his hand as he locked up the cabinet. He handed them over to Sam and Martin. The pills felt tiny in the foil pods, and the packets looked no different than allergy medication. “These are some electrolyte tablets. Take them before you go to bed, and you won’t cramp up as bad during the night. Drink plenty of water between now and then as well. Alright, tomorrow we’re having an easy day of practice, but I think you two should come in and spend some time with the guys. Sound good?”

Sam and Martin agreed and shook Coach Murdoch’s hand before leaving the room. They went to the lockers and were met by the other remaining tryouts who went oddly quiet when they arrived. Sam gathered his things and said goodbye to everyone before heading out. Before he left, Martin congratulated him. It felt strange to be congratulated after effectively failing, but Sam returned the well wishes. As he walked through the empty corridors of the stadium and out in the parking lot, he rolled the pill packet in between his fingers.

The walk back to his dorm took a toll on his already exhausted body. When he finally reached his room, he waded through the piles of dirty clothes before collapsing onto the spare bed. The whole of the room was in disarray since Sam had spent all of his time for the past week either on the field or nursing his body with rest and sleep. The room was meant for two people, but Sam’s roommate had only showed up the first day to inform Sam that he would have the room to himself. Instead, the roommate had chosen to live off campus in a family owned condo. At first, Sam had thought himself to be the lucky one, but as the semester moved on, Sam saw many others becoming friends with their roommates. Though, as he rolled onto his side on the spare bed, he didn’t mind the lack of company at all. The aches of the day pulled at him and he had to fidget uncomfortably. In the process, he pulled off his shirt, but before further undressing he remembered the pills. Fishing them out of his pocket, he dropped them into his mouth and swallowed. One stuck on the back of his throat causing him to cough before managing to swallow.

He started to drift off to sleep. His mind raced with thoughts of the day, but eventually he found himself thinking of Tiffany.

She walked into his room, still wearing the same cut off t-shirt and skin tight gym shorts. Her lips were painted bright blue and coated with a shiny lip gloss. The lipstick matched her eyes almost exactly and complimented her hair. As she stepped into the room, Sam sat up in his bed. The fatigue and ache that had plagued him was gone. Instead, he felt stronger and more energetic than ever. Tiffany stepped over to beside the bed, her hips swaying as she walked. Her tits had been her selling point when the entire locker room gawked at her, but as she stripped out of her gym shorts to reveal a neon pink thong, Sam knew that her ass had gone underrated. She looked at him, and he heard a voice in his head, “You want to touch me? You want to feel my ass in your hands, don’t you? I want things too. I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to leave blue rings up and down the length of your shaft while you spurt cum down my throat. Is that something you’ll give me?”

“Is this real?”

“You tell me.” Tiffany reached under the band of his boxers and squeezed his cock. Sam groaned. Her body moved closer to him. She smelled strongly of blueberries. His hands moved around her mid drift, admiring the soft feeling of her skin. Small goosebumps rose up from wherever he touched her. Tiffany leaned forward and breathed hotly against Sam’s ear. Her lips sucked on his earlobe as she nibbled lightly. “Touch me.” Taking his hand in hers, she moved him down to her ass. Sam was slightly surprised to find no fabric along her hip. The underwear had vanished, but he didn’t care. His cock strained against her grip as he took handfuls of her ass and squeezed. Her breath quickened and she started to stroke his cock. His underwear had also disappeared yet still he tried to convince himself that he’d taken it off without realizing. All of this felt too wonderful to admit the truth. Tiffany leaned back and pulled off her top, letting her perfect round tits fall into full view. Sam started to reach for them, but she was already moving down his body, leaving a trail of kisses as her hot mouth grew closer and closer to his cock. After what seemed like an eternity, her lips closed around the head of his cock. Mmmmmm…you love cock, don’t you. You can’t wait for cum to shoot into your mouth, your pussy, or your ass. The pressure in the base of his cock had built to his peak. He looked down, but did not see Tiffany looking back up at him. A woman with brown hair bobbed up and down on the length of his cock. When her eyes looked up at him, they looked startlingly familiar. They looked like his.

Sam woke up with a jerk. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to get his bearings. He was alone in his dorm room. Everything seemed as it had the night before, except for the wet spot in his boxers. He was mildly embarrassed. He hadn’t had a wet dream in years, especially not one strong enough to make him cum in his sleep. Checking the clock made his heart jolt again. He was already late. Grabbing a clean pair of boxers and a towel, he headed to the shower. He tried to remember the dream, but it had already slipped away by the time the hot water turned on.

When Sam arrived at the stadium, it was strangely empty for a Saturday. Usually, groundskeepers and other maintenance personnel used the weekend to get any work done. Additionally, the upper parts of the athletics facility had offices almost always occupied on the weekends. Nevertheless, Sam jogged through empty parking lots on his way to the meeting. Though he did not realize it, his body was entirely free of pain or soreness. If he had stopped to think for a moment, he would have noticed the absence immediately, but he felt so good and rejuvenated he did not give it a second thought. He navigated the tunnels down to the locker room once again, feeling especially privileged to be allowed into the stadium at all, let alone into the bowels of the building. As he approached, Coach Murdoch stood in the hallway talking with Martin. The latter looked different, though Sam couldn’t exactly put his finger on what had changed. He thought his new friend looked somewhat slighter and maybe even a bit shorter, but he’d so rarely seen Martin in street clothes that he attributed it to the lack of pads and cleats.

“Sam! Glad you’ve made it. Thought you weren’t co-ahming.” Martin’s voice cracked and his cheeks reddened.

“Overslept?” Coach asked. Sam nodded. “Not surprising. Yesterday was a long day. Now, did you take those pills I gave you?”

Sam had forgotten the pills entirely. “Oh, yeah, I did. I think they worked, too, now that I think about. I don’t feel sore at all.”

“That’s good. Here, go ahead and take the other—I mean another dose. And here’s yours Martin.” Murdoch handed out two more sets of the pills. Both Sam and Martin took them happily. They passed a bottle of water between them to wash down the bitter flavor. “Great. Great. Ok, time for the initiation. Here’s what you need to do. Go into the locker room and wait. The rest of the team will be in after a few minutes.”

Murdoch clapped them on the shoulders one last time and opened the door for them. Sam thought the instructions a little strange, but saw no reason not to follow them. They entered the locker room, and the door shut behind them. The layout of the room had changed. The center of the room had been occupied by benches all week, but those had been removed. In their place, two raised, cushioned pedestals had been put into the room. Sam went over to one and took a seat. “Reckon what these are for?”

Martin moved over to the other pedestal and prodded it with his hand. “Dunno, maybe benches for like physical therapy or something. Say, is it hot in here? I don’t feel…right.”

As Martin said it, Sam thought the same thing. His skin felt like someone had pressed a hot iron into it. The feeling started in patches, but was rapidly starting to spread over his body. He tried to scratch it and felt some mild relief, but panicked when his fingernails pulled away all the body hair in one easy motion. “What the hell. Martin, are you? Jesus Christ, what are you doing?”

Martin had pulled off his shirt in a mad panic, and he struggled to get free of his pants. “It’s hurting me,” he managed to say. Sam’s skin worsened, and he followed his friend’s lead, pulling off his shirt and feeling some relief. “It’s not enough! God, what’s wrong with me?” Martin looked over at Sam. “Is it just me? Oh, Sam….your chest?”

Sam looked down at his own body. His chest hair had all fallen off, but that was the least of his worries. New flesh grew on his chest. His small round nipples started to grow, covering the slight protrusion of flesh from his chest. He touched the tender area gently and almost passed out from the electric pain that radiated out from the tiny nubs. Sam fell backwards onto the pedestal, grateful for the cushion. His stomach roiled, and his brow poured sweat. In his delirium, he looked over at Martin. His friend had dropped to his knees and bent over clenching his stomach. Sam managed to watch as Martin’s body contorted and bent. Soon, the other young man’s bare back did not resemble the usual male form. Instead, it had narrowed in the shoulders while flaring out in the hips. A wild curiosity drove Sam to watch, but he had to focus on his own body.

Bones cracked, and Sam knew it. He expected it to hurt, but instead he only felt a dull movement in his hips. The bumps on his chest weren’t sensitive any more either, and they were growing bigger. Much bigger. His hand moved up to feel the breasts as his mind struggled to comprehend what was happening to him. The flesh was soft, and his body tingled as he massaged them. My tits. The thought intruded into his mind. My fat titties with big round nips perfect for sucking. Though he couldn’t see what else was happening to his body, he could feel the changes manifesting. His lips plumped as his jawline curved inward to be more feminine. As his newly delicate hands moved over his body, he wasn’t surprised to find all of his skin as smooth as silk. All of his body hair had fallen away while the hair on his head had lengthened and curled. A loud moan from Martin drew his attention.

Struggling to his feet, Martin was a different person altogether. Sam barely recognized the feminine form climbing onto the pedestal. What Sam had gained in breasts, Martin had gained in ass. A huge bubble butt wobbled from side to side as Martin moved onto the pedestal. Martin’s hand was been his legs. Is he jerking off during this? But as Martin turned, Sam understood the blind groping. Martin looked as if he had stepped out of a porn shoot. Long raven hair fell around his shoulders where ample breasts had grown out. His hips flared out to a perfect width and supported his bouncy ass. Between his legs, Sam saw nothing but a bald pussy. Martin’s hand slid down between the engorged lips, and he sighed as his finger pushed into his folds.

As soon as Sam realized what that meant for him, he felt a pulling sensation in his lower stomach. He pulled off the rest of his clothes as quickly as he could. As his boxers slid down, he managed to see his cock rapidly shriveling down into a tiny nub that nestled into the top of his new pussy lips. A moan escaped his lips as he felt a new void within him. It ached from the emptiness. He followed Martin’s lead and moved his fingers down to the wet slit and pushed inside. Oh god. My pussy feels so good. My pussy.

From the back of the room they heard murmuring. Finally, someone spoke, “Holy shit, it actually worked.” Sam turned around and saw the twelve tryouts who had made the team filing into the room. They all wore towels around their waists and most of them looked fairly nervous. Brian had his mouth agape and was clearly the only one brave enough to speak. “Martin? Is that you?”

The other newly minted woman spread her legs and scooted to the edge of the pedestal. “Marti, I think fits better now. What have you boys got behind those towels?”

Sam could almost smell their arousal. She saw several of the young men moving to hide their erections, “Oh, don’t do that. What do you think we’re for? Marti and I are two cock hungry sluts desperate to be fucked. You’re not going to take that away from us are you? How about you, stud?” Sam pointed to one of the taller young men, Steve. He walked forward tentatively. Sam moved her hands down to the towel and quickly stripped it away. A long cock bobbed into view, and Sam’s mouth watered at the sight. Unable to resist, she dropped to the floor and took the whole length into her mouth. Seeing it as a competition, Marti pulled Brian’s cock free and started to suck him off as well. A general murmur filled the room as some of the other guys cheered and some of them expressed quiet confusion. Sam pushed the whole of the cock into her mouth. Oh god, it tastes too good. How could I have ever wanted anything else? Not enough. Not enough yet.

She let Steve’s cock pop out of her mouth with a wet smacking sound. Climbing back up on the table, she presented her pussy to him. “Put it inside me. I want you to fuck me until I cum. And if you can’t, I bet someone else can.” Steve didn’t need any further encouragement. Sam felt his hands on her hips as he pulled her into position. The young man’s cock pushed against her outer lips, getting wet as her juices coated the head. Sam took a deep breath and then pushed back. The guy’s cock popped inside of her, and he gasped as his whole length was enveloped by her pussy. Sam let out a laughing sigh as her tits swayed underneath her. Steve started to stroke in and out of her, and she grunted to urge him on.

Marti had not let up on Brian’s cock. As he watched his teammate fuck Sam, Brian couldn’t resist the hot mouth bobbing up and down the length of his cock. Marti grabbed his balls and tugged gently as cum spurted into her mouth. More and more of it oozed from Brian’s cock until he shuddered one last time. Marti took a moment to show him and the others the load of cum in her mouth before swallowing it down and licking her lips. “Alright boys, I’ve got three holes and two hands. Let’s see how many cocks I can get off before Sam does.”

As Marti teased the others, Sam’s body started to coil with pleasure. She could feel a tension building in her core, and she shoved her pussy back against Steve’s cock with more and more determination. He started to moan as he leaned forward, curving his body around hers. His hands grabbed hold of her tits, squeezing them and letting her nipples rub against the roughness of his palms. His cock erupted inside of her, spraying cum deep into the void at her center. Her pussy clenched around the invading cock, squeezing every last drop of cum out of it. Finally, she relaxed and Steve slipped out of her. As Sam struggled to remember what life had been like before, another of the players took Steve’s place. The new cock slid along her slit for a moment, getting wet with her juices, before moving to her ass and pressing against her rear entrance. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as the football player shoved his cock into her ass. Sam looked over at Marti, she was on her back with a cock in each hand, rubbing them on her tits as she jerked them off. Another player had helped himself to Marti’s pussy, fucking her roughly as she writhed in between them all.

As the young man in her ass started picking up a steady rhythm, Sam saw a cock bobbing in front of her face. With a greedy smile, she opened her lips and let the cock push into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the length of the unknown partner’s shaft. Coach was totally right. If I work hard, I’ll have cum in each one of my holes! I can’t wait to meet the rest of the team. And the other girls!