Coaches new toy

Coach Grayson had a problem. His biggest offensive lineman, Lance, was severely underperforming. The young man had all the physical gifts a coach could want, standing at 6'8" and weighing over 350 pounds. But Lance's heart just wasn't in it. He was lazy and often a distraction in the locker room.

One day, while perusing the dark web, Coach Grayson stumbled upon a device called the 'MiniMizer 3000'. It claimed to be able to shrink its target to any size the user desired. Grayson's first thought was of the potential to turn Lance into a living, breathing tackling dummy. But as he read more about the device, a more sinister idea took root in his mind.

The weekend before the next game, Coach Grayson took Lance to his office under the pretense of discussing his play. When Lance arrived, Grayson had the MiniMizer 3000 hidden behind his desk, ready to go. He showed no signs of trepidation as he approached the behemoth of a man. "Lance, you've got potential, but you're letting everyone down. I've got a tool that might help you focus," Grayson said, before pressing a button on the device.

A bright light enveloped Lance, and the next moment he felt a strange tingling sensation. As the light faded, Lance realized he'd been shrunken down to just 8 inches tall. He looked up in horror at the looming figure of his coach, now towering over him like a skyscraper.

"You're going to learn a lesson, Lance. From now on, you'll be my personal plaything. I'll use you as I see fit, and your life will be dedicated to pleasing me," Coach Grayson said, leaning down to pick Lance up by his jersey. Lance squirmed and protested, but his voice was barely audible, and his struggles were futile.

Coach Grayson took Lance to his living room, where he'd set up a makeshift football field. He placed Lance on the miniature gridiron and started to play with him. Lance was tossed around the field like a ragdoll, his body slammed into the miniature goalposts, which sent tremors through his now-tiny physique.

Lance's humiliation wasn't over. Grayson decided it was time for a private team-building exercise. He picked Lance up and brought him to his bedroom. The coach stripped down to his boxers, his 8-inch cock standing tall and proud. He tossed Lance onto the bed, where he landed on his back, his entire body quivering.

"Now, Lance, I want you to learn the true meaning of teamwork. You're going to pleasure me until I'm satisfied," Grayson said, and watched as the now-helpless Lance slowly crawled toward his crotch.

Lance's mouth enveloped the head of Coach Grayson's cock, his eyes wide with terror. The coach gripped Lance's head, forcing his mouth further down the shaft. Lance's throat tightened involuntarily, choking on the massive member.

"That's it, Lance. Suck it. Show me some discipline," Grayson said, his voice dripping with sadism.

Lance gagged and coughed, his face turning red with the effort as he struggled to accommodate the massive phallus. Grayson threw Lance onto the bed, where he lay helpless, coughing and gasping for air.

The coach took a moment to admire his creation, Lance's body was a perfect miniature of the man he'd once been. Grayson couldn't help but imagine all the 'plays' they could run together. He reached down and picked Lance up by his jersey, bringing him to the coach's lips.

"Welcome to the team, Lance. From now on, you're my little MVP," Grayson whispered, before placing a gentle kiss on Lance's forehead.

From then on, Lance's life was a constant barrage of humiliation and service. He was used, abused, and played with at will. But as Lance's body grew more and more accustomed to his new size, he couldn't deny the pleasure that came from being used by the gigantic man he once called his coach