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Coach Mac didn’t want to believe it when he saw it: the beast of his offensive line, #66, Jerry Matthews shoved a handful of grass into his mouth between plays. Not another one, he thought--and not one of his best guys.

It had gotten so noticeable in the showers that everyone could see it, but nobody wanted to admit it--Jerry’s dick, normal a long swinger, had stumped up over the past month while his balls had swollen, now a big full sack, like they needed to be milked. Coach had hoped they could go a few more games before pulling Jerry, before putting him out to pasture, but to keep playing him without giving him the care he needed would just be cruel.

 Since they’d won, Coach gave the team the day off on Sunday, a rare treat--but he asked Jerry to come down to his office. Jerry shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Coach just stared at him.

 “Something wrong Coach?” Jerry asked.

 “Nothing’s wrong, Jerry. You’re a goddamned machine, you’re playing like a beast out there. You’re everything I hoped you would be.”

 Jerry couldn’t seem to sit still. Coach had seen this before.

“I know how you feel right now, boy--hate being indoors, don’t you? Just the idea of sitting there in that chair drives you nuts. You want to be out on the field, don’t you?”

 “Yeah,” Jerry agreed. “I wish I were out on the field right now.”

 “Well, I’m gonna be truthful with you… I have a little strategy behind my winning team. I’ve been feeding you guys some cutting-edge science--developed from bovine growth hormones, completely undetectable--that’s turned you from the elite athlete you were when you showed up here into the absolute powerhouse mammoth of a man you’ve become.” Jerry looked down at himself like he was only now becoming aware of his bulk and size. Coach stood up, walked around the table and put a hand on Jerry’s shoulder.

 “In some people--just a handful with a genetic predisposition--there’s a little side effect. Well, a big side-effect.”

 Jerry still seemed confused. Coach produced an apple from his pocket.

 “You want this, boy?”

Jerry reached for it.

 “No, that’s not how you want it, do you? You don’t want to use your hands.” Jerry didn’t move, but Coach helped him along, holding it up to his mouth. Jerry leaned forward immediately and bit into the apple, chewing it from side to side. He ate the whole thing in three bites, core and all, swallowing it. Then he sat there, blinking and confused, as if the instinct that had taken over him was suddenly gone, and he was wondering why he’d just done that.

 Coach leaned in close, whispering into Jerry’s ear: “I bet you just want to make noise, don’t you boy? You got a great big sound building up inside you and you’re just dying to let it out.”

 “Yes, Coach,” Jerry said.

“Let it out, boy.”

 Jerry seemed to hold back, but then he opened his mouth: “M… Moooo-oooooo-OOOOO!” As the sound escaped from him a weight seemed to be lifted. By the end he was on his feet, sweat pouring down his face with a look of relief.

 “Sorry about this, boy, I really am,” Coach said, jabbing a needle into Jerry’s thigh. The huge lineman suddenly went limp, and Coach opened his door as the team’s doctor and his assistants came to deal with the massive college student.

 Weeks later, Coach went to visit Jerry on the form. He’d developed horns, his whole body covered in fur, his dick replaced by a big full udder. At the rehabilitation farm, all the patients were required to wear bells, and as Jerry ambled around, the bell softly tinkled with every movement. His spine and hips had begun to realign, and while he still walked on two feet, it looked difficult. A long tail swished behind him. “Looking good boy!” Coach said.

 Jerry mooed in response. His face contorted--it was still mostly human despite the horns and the covering of stiff hair--as if there was something he wanted to say but he’d lost the ability to speak.

“Lemme get a good look at you,” Coach said, leading Jerry into the barn. He ran a hand over Jerry’s hide, inspecting every inch. “You are gonna be one hell of a cow!” He reached down and gently poked the udder, swollen with milk. “You need some release, don’t you boy?”

 Jerry mooed desperately as Coach dragged over a pail. Jerry’s moos got quieter, higher-pitched as Coach squeezed squirt after squirt of milk from his uncomfortably full udder. “That’s my boy,” Coach said. “You’re gonna have a great life here, Jerry, and you deserve it after all you did for me on the team. And I’ve got good news for you: that bull who’s been eyeing you up? Well, he used to be your buddy Tim Wilcox--best damned tight end our team ever had! You guys used to be best buddies, remember?” Jerry mooed blissfully, his bell tinkling. “Yeah, you two are gonna be happy together. Real happy.”

2017-May Post #4 (V) - growing guys