The Soccer Team
By: Pi-Zero
Steve was ready, he looked down the row of his teammates to
both sides, in a straight row of thirteen boys. None of
them had any idea something strange was going to happen.
Steve looked forward at Coach. Coach was a well built man,
six feet tall, and hugely muscled, hair cut in a crew. He
came from the marines. He liked to remind Steve's soccer
team of that, bullying them about like a drill sergeant. He
didn't know what was going to happen either. The time was
ripe, he made sure the pencil was stuck in one sock and
pulled a small leather ball out of the other. It was time
to take the initiative that Coach always said the captain
of a team should have.
His hand shot up in the air, throwing the ball straight
up, his fingers outstretched. He hoped this worked. As the
ball hit it's zenith he cried out "A ELFYNTODD DWYR SINDDYN
DUW CERRIG YR FFERLLURIG NWYN; OS SYRIAETH ECH SAFFAER TU
FEWR ECHLYN MOR, NECROMBEOR LLUN!" The ball exploded,
showering brilliant stars into the air which floated slowly
down.
Steve had begun preparing this almost two months ago. When
Coach began to be too much, he had recalled the words of
his grandmother as she died, "You have the blood of two
powerful Druids in your veins grandson. The Power skipped
your mother but I feel it strong within you. Being a
nattricuman, the power is doubly strong. You can achieve
anything with the magic my son. When I die, I leave my
books of lore to you," she reached out and touched Steve's
hand, "In my house, the south wall, the stone one, touch
it. You can do anything grandson. I love you." And she had
died. Steve puzzled over his grandmother had told him. A
nattrihecuman was best translated as true-man, but what it
meant in his families heritage was a gay man. Steve had
heard stories of the power his family had wielded in
Scotland and Ireland but had never put any faith in them.
Apparently his grandmother had, and she believed he had the
power! He had never heard about homosexuality enhancing the
Power though. Despite his doubts he had done as his
grandmother asked. When he placed his hand on the stone
wall, a door appeared in it. The wall didn't melt or fold
or buckle, the door was simply there. He had stepped
through it and into a strange workshop, how had this fit in
the house without being obvious? There was a row of about
twenty books and a shelf of bottles. On the one table,
there was a note. It was addressed to him. "Steve," it
said, "I am dying and the spells can no longer hold me in
this world, I give my workshop to you. You can move it to
your house. Now, before you start moving bottles take the
gold powder I am leaving on the table. Sprinkle it on a
wall in your house, the door will now be there. Touch that
wall and the door will show itself. When you leave it will
close. If you are reading this then I am dead, and I will
have awakened the power within you. Trust it Steve and you
can do anything you are powerful." Steve had followed his
grandmother's will and soon had a magic door in his
bedroom. He had cast a few spells just to discover if the
magic worked. It did. He rarely found use for it though.
Now he did. Steve had spent the two months slipping into
his secret lab after his parents went to bed, poring
through his grandmother's ancient tomes. Eventually he
found the right spells and set to work. It was a six part
spell, very complicated. He didn't know if it would work.
Obviously at least the first part, the trigger, had
worked, Steve held his breath as the glittering dust fell,
coating the entire team, and Coach. Quickly, the spell
began to work. The team began to swell, slowly at first and
then faster, they shot up, ten feet, twenty feet, thirty,
forty, and finally they stopped. They ranged between fifty
and eighty feet. Steve almost jumped for joy, the first
part had worked! He was the tallest of the group at eighty
feet, though he had been only middle height at the
beginning, he had planned his spell to make him bigger,
enforcing his captain image. He watched as the team began
to explore their new bodies, they seemed to enjoy them.
Steve looked down, where.. ah there! Coach was quietly
sneaking off into the trees. Before he could get there,
Steve reached down and picked him up by the back of his
shirt and put him in his hand, "Where do you think your
going Mr.?" Coach began beating his hand, "Why the hell
aren't I big? That dust fell on me too! Why haven't I
grown?" Steve smiled, always the cocky one Coach, "Don't
worry coach, your size change will happen in a little
while. First some other things." He turned around to the
rest of the team, who were now standing bewildered. "Come
over here guys." The team came over. Good, thought Steve,
the second part worked. The second part had been easy,
simply reinforcing the teams belief in him as leader. "Look
who I've got! Why don't we have a little 'fun'?" The team
got that instantly and grinned back, nodding excitedly,
some had already begun to get tents in their pants. The
third part, making the team gay, had worked too! That had
been a hard spell to find though not very hard to execute.
Steve turned his attention back to the Coach, "Strip."
Coach looked up at him, "What? You think I'm going to strip
for a bunch of horny, prissy, fags? Go fuck yourself!"
Steve's eyes darkened, "GIANT prissy, fags to you. Might I
remind you that you are a doll to us? Fine, if you don't
want to strip yourself, I'll have to strip you!" He reached
out and tore the clothes off like they were wet tissue
paper. It wasn't a comfortable experience for Coach. Steve
knocked the small man down and reached for his sock. He
pulled out a carefully sharpened pencil, that had grown
with him. Coach was being held face down on Steve's hand so
he couldn't see what was coming. However, he did feel the
huge lead separate his butt cheeks. He began howling, "Let
go of me you fucking fags, let go!" All of the team had
erections now and some of them were groping themselves
through their thin nylon shorts. Steve slowly dragged the
tip of the pencil up and down Coach's ass, finally stopping
with the tip resting on Coach's tiny, tight pink asshole.
Very gently, Steve pressed down. The pencil tip slid in,
Coach screamed. Someone whispered, "Split him." Steve
returned, dropping the pencil, "NO. His punishment isn't
over. ARATHI!" Coach shuddered and began to shrink. Steve
put him on the ground, he shrank to about six inches tall,
half an inch to the team. Steve pulled off his shin pads
and dropped them on Coach. He laughed, part three worked,
"It's time for some fun guys! I think the football team is
practicing right now!"
The team had not been spotted yet due to the fact that
they had to play on a shitty field in the trees, because
the football team just "had" to have the good field. Now
the soccer team trotted off to play some football...
Part II Because of being in the field behind the trees the
football team didn't see them coming until they stepped
through the trees. By that time it was too late. Before the
football players could react the soccer team had ringed
them. Steve laughed, "You guys are staying right here. We
want to play a little football!" One of the linebackers
took off, trying to slip between Steve's legs. Steve's face
darkened, "I said your staying here!" He reached down
grabbed the lumbering player, "So you wanna leave or little
party? Well I said we wanted to play football and I think I
need to practice my field goals. What do you think?" Not
knowing what Steve was talking about, the linebacker just
shuddered. With a grunt of disdain Steve dropped him so he
was draped over the laces of his shoe. Before he could
climb off Steve said, "Your ticket out, FIELD GOAL!!!" And
whipped his foot up and forwards. The football player shot
into the air clearing the trees by almost a hundred feet.
The screaming faded into the distance and Steve turned back
to the group, "Anyone else for a little field goal
practice?" He grinned, no one accepted the offer. "Lets sit
down." Everyone did, "You guys ready for some fun?" He gave
them a broad wink. They got it. To his delight several of
them were getting erections that tented their nylon shorts.
Part four looked to be working, they seemed to be gay now,
whether or not they had been before. Steve looked at the
football players now huddling in a frightened ball as far
from the team as possible, "Strip." When they just stared
at him he repeated the command, "STRIP!" Reluctantly, but
afraid of the consequences, they slowly obeyed, leaving a
pile of shirts, shorts, and pads in the middle of the
circle. "I said strip you pansies, that means EVERYTHING!"
roared Steve when they all stopped at their jocks. Hastily
they obeyed, and quickly their tiny cocks were dangling in
the cool breeze. Steve smiled and took off his shoes, these
guys would have enough trouble as it was, "Now, you have to
make us come, one man to each of the others and two to me.
If you don't well..." He gestured absently towards where he
had kicked the rebel linebacker. Before the request could
really sink in he reached into the middle of the huddle and
pulled out Mike, the quarterback, and one other. Steve
didn't know his name and he didn't care, he was tall
(relatively) and muscular, with brown hair. He dropped them
in front of the tent in his shorts, "Get to work." Not sure
of what to do, they slowly approached him. The two guys
climbed up the legs of Steve's shorts obviously trying to
keep as far away from his cock as possible. Each one
grabbed hold of the waistband and pulled. Nothing happened.
Shrugging, they jumped off. The waistband pulled down
revealing Steve's boxers. Unfortunately, the waistband of
his shorts ran out of stretch and nearly yanked the two
football players arms out. Rubbing sore shoulders, the two
climbed back up and repeated the process, finally Steve's
cock stood unhindered. For a second his two captives just
stared, how were they supposed to please that? Finally they
approached it. As the first one reached out and touched it,
it jumped from the feathery touch. Not knowing what else to
do and not wanting to get kicked to the next state, the two
set to work. Steve closed his eyes and moaned as he felt
them squeezing him with all their puny might. One of them
moved up and rubbed his cockhead, mmmm that felt good. He
felt the power building and grabbed his two captives and
rubbed them across the tip of his cock. With a groan he
came, completely coating the two football players. He
opened his eyes and watched as the rest of the team
finished off. Some were pumping their own cocks, a man
pressed against their dicks as they jacked, one was having
his massage his balls, and some just sat back and let the
football players do everything. Soon they were all done.
Steve picked up his brown haired player and popped his
lower body into his mouth. Gently he sucked the cum off and
swallowed it. "You know guys," he said around the little
man in his mouth, "that was a lot of fun. What else to do?"
He grinned as the man on his lip began bucking, though he
was straight the combination of the sucking and then the
vibration of Steve speaking had caused the little man to
come. Steve grinned, "You know, I'm kinda hungry and," he
closed his mouth and with a shriek and a pop, the football
player was sucked into his mouth, "Oi fink weeph goff a
goof meal wight hea." It's hard to talk when your mouth is
full of man. He caressed the man in his mouth, tasting the
sweat and slipping his tongue under his head and back so he
was curled up with his feet on the roof of Steve's mouth
and his head towards his throat. The man struggled but
their was no space to move. Steve licked him once more and
swallowed. The man uncurled screaming as he slid headfirst
down Steve's throat. The team watched and a squirming bulge
clearly man shaped appeared in Steve's throat and moved
slowly downwards. Aboout halfway it stopped and Steve
swallowed again, and again. The squirming man finally slid
all the way down and slipped into his stomach. Steve could
still feel him wriggling around in their after. Steve
smiled at the open mouthed and staring team, "Well? Eat
up!" Steve watched as they ate. The larger ones eating as
he did, the smaller ones having to chew or take bites. He
grabbed Mike "Well, you're the last one left and I'm not
really very hungry, so I'll just keep you in here 'till
later." He swung his arm back between his legs and shoved
Mike feet first into his ass up to his arm pits. Mike was
thoroughly stuck. "Forget the clothes guys, who cares if
people see us naked?" The rest of the team grinned back as
they shucked clothes they had been putting back on.
"Whereto?" One of the smaller members of the team, Tim,
spoke up, "How about the town gym?" Steve slapped him on
the back, "Great idea Tim, lead on!"
~ The End - For Now ~