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Joining The Swimteam - TF Caption
🕑 Added 2022-05-25 08:38:58 +0000 UTCThe coach of a seemingly ordinary highschool girls swimteam recounts her less than ordinary experience in 'mentoring' the new member of the team, and that she isn't as kind and motherly as the rumours make her out to be...
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She’d seen the shy little thing wander in that day, keen eyes instantly latching on to the demure maiden looking around like a lost doe, ascertaining her true worth the instant the swim team coach's eyes had met those deep blue pearls of hers, drawing the girl in like a fish on a reel. She wanted nothing more than to take her under her wing.
“H-Hi? I’d like to sign on with the swim team…please.” The salacious coach smiles to herself as she thinks back to that day in her mind, looking fondly upon her newest protege in the present as she lifts herself out of the pool, standing proud and unflinching under the overbearing gaze of the other students in the swim team; boys stripping her dripping body bare in their minds while the girls eyed her up in envy. Basking in the limelight with her mentor easily able to tell how turned on she was with her inverted nips beginning to tent the tight swimsuit that hugged her voluptuous figure. Excretions from the eager snatch between her legs blending with the pool water dripping off her creamy skin as she turned her pretty head toward one of the studs on the men’s swim team she’d been getting to know recently.
Glancing back to the picture of the modest girl on the report card in her hands, it was almost hard to believe the outgoing vixen with a kink for showing off her banging bod had been the same reclusive girl that entered through those doors a few weeks ago. But it was her role as an educator to show her students the way, and that was what she had done with Nicole of course, hearing of her through gossip as a hotheaded tomboy character with a complex about her body. It was a surprise then to see her approach looking for a spot on the swim team, only to realize how hardworking her girls had been in attempting to recruit more newcomers to be educated on the benefits of a healthy lifestyle through swimming.
Nicole Brown's induction into the team had been a simple process from start to end with her fate sealed the moment she had donned the girls swimsuit provided for free by the generous donors behind the schools funding. Starting off her first afternoon at practice shy and awkward, cowering just from having her picture taken and ending off with a moderately more relaxed air about her, barely showing the same fearful glance as she left for the changing rooms, a bit more of a bounce to her step.
It wasn’t the first time she had seen it happen, but the coach could never get over how delightful it was to watch all the goodwill and purity slowly drained from an innocent young flower, blooming under her care into a sinful rose with venomous barbs that pricked all entranced by their beauty. As was the case with Nicole, just the latest in a line of many to fall with each afternoon spent in the swimming hall, her modest figure molded by the effects of the suit into something more; ending off the first week with her flabby rear becoming a firm bubble butt jiggling with each step along with a boost to her already sizeable bosom, pumping them up a cup or two with a beauty mark manifesting over her engorged left breast. Tipped with sensitive inverted nipples that made her nights restless
The process continued unabated, with Nicole barely noticing anything off with herself as the tomboy with a heart of gold slowly fades away the more time she spent donning the strange swimsuit, molding the rest of her body as if to fit Nicole in its grasp. Like breaking in a tight shirt over many days in order to have it fit the wearer…only this time, the tables were turned.
On Day 8, she had arrived to practice with her boyish cut grown out into a long mane of raven black silk that only served to highlight and accentuate her body as it clings to her baby smooth skin, beneath which lay an abundance of firm fat in place of the muscle she had been cultivating. On Day 10, her cold visage had mellowed out into the foxy look of a vixen on the prowl for a good time, sporting the figure of a gravure model complete with supple thighs, a toned navel beneath which laid a smooth incline of shaved pubes and a cinched in waistline perfect for a man to wrap his hands around just in time for an extended stay in the changing rooms after practice. The unfamiliar screams of a woman racked in ecstasy leaking loud and clear through the doors as she rode the stud that had taken a liking to her not too long ago, the same one she was currently staring at dreamily with those vapid pink eyes of hers. All traces of Nicole erased after she had left the changing rooms that day in the arms of her man with a feverish look on her alluring visage, limping slightly while trailing hot spunk from below with not even a thong to cover up her aching folds.
Forever changed, Nicole had all but abandoned any remaining attachments to a life she could no longer remember. And even if she did, would most likely find herself disgusted with her newfound interest in fashion trends, engaging in gossip with the girls from the sorority and most importantly; big hunky studs that could leave her filled and happy for days, trading contacts with her sister’s and spending time sleeping around with as many as she could instead of studying, and although her boyfriend didn’t like it, she loved it whenever he would treat her especially rough in bed for whoring herself out like that. All in accordance with the development plan laid out for her by her supportive swim coach. Licking her lips as she reminisced the sequence of events that had left Nicole a shell of the girl she once was, the pure maiden she could have been left trampled and defiled in the salacious sexpot that Nicole had become.
And with the doors to the swimming hall sliding open once more, the inhuman coach's urge to defile would soon be satiated as her eyes meet with the newcomer slowly walking in amidst the appraising stares of her soon-to-be peers with Nicole stepping forth from amongst her sisters, approaching the young girl with a glimmer in her lustrous eyes as her airy voice coils around her ears in a soothing embrace.
“Hello there cutie~ Interested in joinin’ the swim team?”
