When he opened his eyes, Coach Blue had no idea where he was; it was dark and he'd not yet gotten used to the darkness. He knew one thing; he was lying down in a bed. A very comfortable bed for that matter. There was a small light shining through a window to his left. It had to be coming either from a street lamp or a porch light.
A porch light!
He had been at the Swanson home. Then, for no apparent reason he had passed out. The last thing he remembered was...the giant funbags of Paula Swanson. His heart leaped and his cock throbbed at the very thought. Why had he passed out?
He sat up. But as he did so his head began to pulse from a huge headache. He laid back down. The headache was now replaced with wooziness. He stared back out the window. He was still in Breastford. He was sure of it. He could feel it. But where?
He couldn't still be at the Swanson's. He would have seen his car through the window. Unless...they moved it?
Yes! That was it. Either Gretchen or Paula had moved his car. He immediately threw his hands under the blankets he was wrapped in and searched his pockets for his car keys, but was surprised to find he was wearing different clothes. Pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. He didn't remember changing...
His eyes drifted back over to the window. Suddenly, the light that was flowing in grew much brighter. It managed to light about half the middle section of the room. He could see the sheets he was sleeping in were white. He could also see a dresser, a closet, and what looked like a bathroom. Beyond that there didn't seem to be much else.
The light was coming from across the street. He wondered what time it was, and who would be out this late. To him it felt like it was 2AM. But that soon left his mind as he remembered what he had seen across the street earlier this evening. His heart began to pound as he strained his eyes looking out the window.
To his approval, the front door of the house across the street opened, and the busty blond from earlier this evening walked out. The sheets coach blue was laying in began to rise forming a tent. Earlier, it had been a bit darker, and the blond had been wearing a (somewhat) loose-fitting t-shirt. But now the shirt she was wearing was much more tight fitting.
He could now see that the girl had sandy blond hair, and her tits were absolutely massive. Bigger than he remembered. They were kept captive inside her white shirt, and were stretching it out to the limits. They were so huge he could see them clearly from across the street. His penis throbbed, threatening to erupt.
After a few seconds, another woman exited the house. Coach Blue almost had a heart attack. This woman had even bigger boobs than the girl! She too was blond, and had the same facial features as the other blond, but looked slightly older. It was her mother.
Her tits were caged in a white shirt as well, only the shirt rode up to just under her bust due to her massive rack. On the average girl that shirt would have been loose fitting, and perhaps hanging down to her waist. But on this woman...the shirt fit very much like a baby tee on a teenage girl. Her breasts were firm, and they bounced with every step she took. She began to talk with her daughter, or lecture rather. Coach Blue watched her huge tits move with her. He couldn't believe it. The tits in this town just kept getting bigger and bigger! This woman's rack was absolutely gorgeous, she had the rack of an angel. They were even bigger than Paula's!
Coach Blue moaned. Those tits...Paula...that blond...he felt his penis begin to throb nonstop. The two busty women across the street were now engaged in a hug, they're big tits pressed into each other and bulged out from the sides.
"Oh man...." Coach Blue moaned. He reached under the sheets to his penis, but it was too late. The hug sent him over the edge. He shook for a little while as his dick erupted like a volcano from under the covers. When it was all done, the women went back inside. And Coach Blue's bed-tent was still there.
He felt sick. Feverish. Hot and cold at the same time. He had to find a way to clean this up so Gretchen and Paula wouldn't notice, but he was just so tired. He yawned, and it made his head ache with pain again. As the pain subsided he closed his eyes.
"I'll clean...later..." he thought.
* * * * * *
The next time he awoke it was daylight. The blinds had been shut, so he could no longer view out the window, but sunlight still managed to creep into the room. His headache was gone. In fact, he felt a lot better. He threw the sheets off of himself and climbed out of bed. He looked around the room. There was a TV, but aside from that there were no real decorations.
He had images in his head from last night, but he wasn't sure if they had been dreams or not. He seemed to recall being given a blue-ish liquid to drink, and being told that it would help. He seemed to remember Paula saying it would "increase his tolerance to the pheromones."
And what about that blond and her mother? Had that been a dream as well?
He began to make his way to the restroom when the door to his room swung open. It was Gretchen.
"Good morning!" she said cheerfully.
Coach Blue looked a little distraught.
"Yeah good morning." he said. "Listen, about last night, I want to-"
"Come to the kitchen." Gretchen cut him off. "I made breakfast. It will make you feel better."
Coach Blue sighed. Gretchen turned around and started walking. The clueless coach followed.
He felt a little under dressed. He was wearing pajamas, and Gretchen was wearing another pair of faded jeans and a red shirt. She wiggled her butt as she walked, and Coach Blue could see the straps of her thong appear.
He sat down at the table, where Gretchen put a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him. But Coach Blue wasn't hungry.
"Gretchen..." he said. "I'm really sorry about...my behavior last night. I must be sick or something. The truth is...I feel horrible."
"That's alright." Gretchen said, sipping on some water.
"Thanks." Coach Blue said. "Whatever is wrong with me, I'll have a doctor check me out. Where are my clothes?" he asked.
"You're leaving?" Gretchen asked.
"Yeah." Coach Blue said. "If I leave now, I might still catch my interview. And I think I really should see a doctor."
"But my mom's a genius." Gretchen said. "She's head of the science department at school, and she's dabbled in medicine. She can check you out."
"Really?" Coach Blue said, trying to sound interested. "No, but thanks anyway." he said, standing up.
She glanced down at his crotch.
"But, I thought we'd get started on one of those...private practice sessions I mentioned yesterday..."
Coach Blue's heart began to pound as he thought about it. His pants started to bulge out.
Gretchen licked her lips. She began to walk over to where the coach was standing. She pressed into him and reached down to caress the bulge in his pants.
Coach Blue's cock throbbed as he felt Gretchen's big 36Ds press into him.
"I could really use the extra work..." she said, giving his bulging dick a hard squeeze through his pajama bottoms. She reached up and kissed coach blue on the lips, passionately.
"I'd love to help you out..." Coach Blue said, when Gretchen finally took her tongue out of his mouth. "But where are we going to find the right equipment for the job?"
Gretchen smiled at him. She let go of his crotch and placed her hands at the bottom of her tight red shirt. She began to peel it up over chest.
"Luckily I've got these big, bouncy basketballs we can play with." she said, as she finally lifted her blouse over her chest.
