Remedial Swim Class

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I'm considered what you could call a "bad kid." I've never been the greatest at school stuff so I ended up being a serial ditcher to dick around instead, but it eventually caught up with me. If my grades drop any lower, I'll have to repeat the year. In order to keep up my grades I constantly have to take remedial classes over the weekend. And because I take up one of their days off every week, it's no secret that I'm not popular with the teachers. I'm not too fond of them either in return. 

But the worst by far is Coach Reed, the swim instructor. He's got the worst temper out of all of them, constantly barraging me with insults even as I try my best to keep up with his brutal regiment. But the worst part is that he's extremely hot. So not only do I have to fight to stay alive, I have to fight to hide my raging boner in my swim trunks while doing so, otherwise it's social suicide. He's caught me staring a few times, yelling at me to stop gawking at him. I'm just lucky this class is during the weekend when noone else is here.

After changing into my trunks, I start to walk to the pool, dreading every step of the way there. I open the gate and head in. Coach Reed is standing at the side with his giant arms crossed and scowl on his face. He's wearing his usual tight almost see through t-shirt that barely contains his massive chest and a speedo that barely contains his massive package.

"You're late. Again."

"Sorry teach. I lost track of the time."

My eyes naturally drift downward, before I realize what it looks like and stop.

"That's sorry SIR. As punishment, give me 30 rounds around the pool. NOW. Then a 15 lap IM. You have 20 minutes."

"Yes Sir!"

*A while later*

"Phweeeeet!" A whistle blows, signalling the end of the segment.

"I've seen old ladies do better. We're picking up the pace after your water break. DISMISSED."

Making my way back to the bench, I get out my phone. My legs have officially turned into jelly. I'm sure this is definitely not the normal regiment, but at this point I know not to talk back. If only there was something I could do..

Just then I get a ping on my notifications tab. It's from an app with a pink icon with a purple swirl in the center. I definitely do not remember downloading that.

"Congratulations Clint, You've just been selected as Participant #3497 of the MindMail Program! We're looking for new adopters like you to help test out our proprietary technology."

Curious, I open it. Nothing lost from checking out a free app.

I'm faced with a simple menu. Really it's more of a single button and an instruction blurb.

I skim through it. It says here to aim and press the button to.. transfer your mind into another body? Is that even possible? Or legal? I look up at Coach Reed on his own phone and begin to realize the possibilities if it's telling the truth. Noone would know if I tried it to see if it worked right? Even if it did, the school is deserted anyway.

Trying my luck, I aim my phone at Coach Reed and press the pink button. The phone lights up and I black out.

When I open my eyes, I could already see my prize in front of me. Coach's signature pecs fill at least a third of my vision. I start to do what I always wanted to do and begin feeling them up. I audibly moan. God they feel so much better when they are attached to me.

I then feel a bit of a stirring as a tent forms in my speedo, rapidly reach full mast. The little garment leaves nothing to be hidden, his balls and bush spilling out in the open. I suddenly get an idea. Fetching my phone, I set it on the ground next to me and press record. Then, using both of his meaty arms I grab his member through the fabric and begin stroking it right then and there. The sensation of the fabric rubbing against his shaft stimulates myself more.

"Oh yeah!!! This feels great! I am a sick perverted teacher who defiles himself on school grounds"

I imagine what it would be like if school was still in sension. His career would be over within the end of the day if word got out. But with this footage, that can suddenly become a much more realistic possibility. If I play my cards right I get free reign over this class.

The next hour goes by in a blur. I continuously edge myself, revealing in the public act. His whole body reeks of sweat from loud vocal gooning in the straight sun. I pant noisily as I feel my mind about to falter. The final burst shoots forth like a fountain through the fabric, painting the pool tiles with his cum and thoroughly soiling his speedo. I check the recording. It's perfect. He's going to be so scared for his life when I show him this. Now to-

*Ba Dink~! The testing period has now been concluded. Thank you for your participation.*

I stare at the notification, before suddenly registering what just happened.

"Oh shit oh shit FUCK I should've read the time limit."

I frantically try to find the app again, but nothing shows up. It completely wiped itself off of my phone.

I sit down on the bench again. Well guess I'm stuck in.... Coach Reed's body. Wait a minute. I have no reason to be upset. This is the best outcome possible! Hmmmm... If I upload it on this site... then theres no risk of anyone here recognizing me. Well, I do have the whole place to myself. Let's see what other things this perverted old man can do~