Walking his huge and buff body into the office, you couldn't feel but shiver despite Jones' warm palm beneath you. Whenever you had Athlete to coach meetings talking was one of the least pressing matters your godly coach had in mind.
Coach Jones gave his own personal training, guaranteed to fit a tiny. You would get squeezed between his bowling ball sized biceps and huge pecs as he worked out. Spend a jog in his hot and sweaty sock or have to climb his Everest like body. Despite it basically being an excuse for him to squish you beneath him and assert his size, Jones wasn't as malicious as your teammates and did occasionally joke and be nice to you.
Coach Jones grinned as he looked down at your body like a dot on his rough palm. He sure did love hanging out with you, enjoying testing out your durability and finding your squirming and timid nature funny. Walking up to his desk in the office showed his duffle bag, filled with his usee clothes and folders of the teams schedule.
"C-coach what are we doing today?", you nervously asked, dreading whatever sweaty body part was going to crush you.
Jones chuckled as he zipped open his bag. "Actually squirt we're trying something different. I called up your pops about you maybe spending the weekend training with me!"
Dread filled you as the words processed. A week a coach Jones house, usually the meetings were and hour but now two days!? Jones soon plucked the back of your uniform with his fingers bringing you to his chiseled face.
"Your pop was as agreeable as ever! Seems he was changed since high school HAHA!", Jones let out a large laugh hitting you with his warm breath.
You weren't surprised, your father while caring had accepted his life as a tiny. He and Jones went to high school together and mentions how the coach called himself your father's "friend", even though the friendship consisted of Jones using him as a workout towel and seat cushion.
"Alright little guy let's get home I've got a looootttt of training planned!", holding you over the opening to his bag you looked down in terror as the sweaty and musky clothes awaited. "Make sure to get comfy it's a long drive home!"
Releasing you, Jones sent you plummeting into his bag. The clothes gave a soft landing thankfully, however you coughed as the musky crotch scent of the shorts you landed on began to hit you. The smell of the giant's sweaty balls and salty feet flowed through like a fog.
Coach Jones smiled as he zipped up his bag and put it on his broad shoulder. Making his way to his car, the muscular bod seem to flex more as Coach thought of his weekend and his tiny student.
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