You gulped as you gazed up at your titan of a coach, from his large feet were his toned legs and massive thighs clothed in short gym shorts. His torso was the real sight, a six pack and bulging pecs being squeezed by a black tank top. His massive jacked arms were crossed as his chiseled face with dirty blond hair sneered down at you.
"C-coach there's no way i can beat Landon, can't i just be on clean up duty?", you called up your voice miraculously reaching the hundreds of feet to coach's ears.
The man smirked as he heard your puny squeaks. "Runt you know how i feel about slackers, if your not willing to be put in your place i think were gonna need a meeting later to discuss your dedication to this club!"
You felt dread as you imagined what this meeting would hold. While Landon and Brick were your main tormentors, coach certainly mocked your failures so it was evident he wouldn't hesitate to squish you as well. Your thoughts were cut off as coach suddenly bend forward, crunching his abs as he reached for you.
Coach grabbed you between his thumb and finger, the finger pads themselves were almost bigger then you. You were soon brought to the man's smug face, his chiseled features more amplified. You squirmed in fear as you were held so easily.
"Since your not participating I'm gonna need to watch you so you don't ditch. Luckily i know just the place for bugs like you.", The man smugly grinned as he grabbed the collar of his tank top and began to pull down, the massive pecs were exposed and glistened with sweat.
"Wait couch tha-", you were cut off as the buff man flexed his pecs and promptly stuffed you between the buff chest muscles. You cringed as the walls of hairy and sweaty muscles completely surrounded you, the smell of b.o waa powerful as coach relaxed his pecs, smooshing you between his muscles.
The man groaned as he bounced his huge pecs barley feeling your speck body between his massive buff pecs. "Calm down runt, these bad boys will keep you nice and warm.."
Practice was now hell again, Coach kept to the usual schedule, not acting differently despite having a tiny being crushed by his muscles. As the group warmup and practiced coach took time to bounce his pecs. Firmly squashing you into a b.o scented wall and grinding you up and down between the pecs.
Coach's powerful heartbeat boomed and blasted more smelly sweat drops onto you. The humid and crushing environment made this torment even more putrid.
After an hour of that torture you felt the pecs relieving their pressure as he began reaching in for you. You soon saw yourself in?
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