The Coach

Chapter 5
Into Oblivion

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Chapter Description: One Assistant coach asks a few too many questions

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“What can I do for you Tyler?”

Tyler didn’t change his look...he still seemed angry. But upon hearing Coach Taylor question him, he got a little fidgety too.

“Something’s wrong, Ben. I...”

The older man cut Tyler off. “It’s Coach Taylor.”

“Huh?”

“When you’re addressing me, Tyler, you call me Coach Taylor. Understood?” He walked closer to the younger man, making his presence felt.

Tyler stammered once, twice. “Umm...completely: I understand.”

“I understand what?”

“I understand, Coach Taylor.”

Coach nodded. “Good. Now tell me again, what’s the issue?”

Tyler glanced around the room, looking uncertain. But he gathered himself enough to speak while looking directly into his boss’ eyes.

“I think there’s something going around.”

Coach just shot him a questioning look.

“Well, I mean...I don’t know, Coach. But it’s like...I mean...you were at the party yesterday. Of course you were; duh,” Tyler smacked himself in the forehead.

All of his rambling was starting to bug Coach Taylor, but he was willing to let Tyler ramble on a bit. He probably wouldn’t get very far, anyway. He was only a shot or two away from forgetting how to speak...or, hell, how to even understand words...so he didn’t pose much of a threat. Besides, Coach thought, it doesn’t even sound like he knows that much...

“Anyway...I guess...what I’m trying to say is, remember the party yesterday? Well I wasn’t going to say anything, but after what happened...and I know we’ve all been feeling differently since our shots. We feel better and stuff; that was the point, right? So, anyway, where was I? I gotta tell you Coach, the way I’ve been forgetting stuff lately...

“Oh yeah, right: so the party yesterday. We’re all hanging out...me, Carter, Christian, Dave, and Austin.”

“You mean Coaches Johnson and Reid, don’t you Tyler?” He didn’t emphasize the positions so much as before, but his younger colleague got the hint.

“Sorry sir. Coach Johnson and Coach Reid were with the three of us. And it’s getting late, and we’re all just hanging out, y’know, beers and dirty jokes and stuff. Just chillin’. But then I have to take a piss...really bad, Coach, let me just tell you. So I try and run off to the bathroom real quick, ?cause all of a sudden I’ve just got to go. But as I’m going down the hallway to the bathroom, suddenly I hear something. And I turn around and there’s Coach Reid, and he’s smiling and stuff. And I guess I just look sort of confused about why he followed me to the bathroom because he just laughs and wraps his arm around me.

?Come on, kiddo. We should talk,’ he tells me. And I try and tell him that if I don’t get to the bathroom soon I’m going to piss my pants, but he just laughs again and holds me tighter and starts steering me towards the front porch. And now I’m starting to panic, y’know, because all that beer is really getting to me. And I know I’ve got just like ten seconds, so I really start to struggle, but then Austin...I mean, Coach Reid...he just wraps his arms around me and holds me in place. By now we’re standing in the front yard and I know we look weird; I’m basically being full-body hugged by him. And I tried to get away, but he’s stronger than me...and I was a little buzzed...and I still couldn’t understand why he just wouldn’t let go pee...”

Tyler’s voice hitched.

“And then it happened, Coach. I pissed my pants, right there in front of everybody. And the whole time I’m soaking my shorts Coach Reid just sort of holds me against his chest, and he’s just whispering over and over...?It’ll be ok. Sometimes accidents happen.’...and I breakdown Coach, which makes it even worse. I start crying. And I’m trying my hardest to get away from him but he just holds me tighter; he starts to...I don’t know...cradle me or something. I try and fight it. I’m so humiliated and here I am in broad daylight peeing my pants...me, I’m an adult. I have my own apartment. God, I wanted to die!”

For a moment he has to stop speaking, he’s shaking so much with shame...teary-eyed he continues:

“But that’s not even the worse part, Coach. As soon as I was done with my...accident, Coach Reid pulls me over to the deck chairs and at first I’m kind of happy because it’s in the shade and I won’t be so visible...it’ll save me some embarrassment, y’know? But as soon as we get near the chairs he sits down and pulls me closer to him. And before I even have time to think his hands are at my belt and then he has my pants off. I’m standing there in pissed-soaked boxers. It was terrible. And, again, I try and turn and go. But he grabs my hips and says, ?I’m not finished buddy.’ And then he’s unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off too!” Tyler’s voice has risen until it’s childishly high. He’s well into throwing his first temper-tantrum as a grown man.

“Can you imagine, Coach? And then you know what he says? He pulls me down on his lap, and I guess he can tell I’m squirming now and kind of whimpering...God, Coach, I felt like such a little boy!...because he sort of spanks me once, hard!, on the butt and tells me to be quiet. ?If you’re going to act like a toddler, I’ll treat you like one,’ is what he said to me.

And that’s how we sat for the rest of the evening. I even think I feel asleep on his lap at one point, because all I remember is waking up in the darkness to his laughter and I hear this voice say, ?Did the little guy have a good nap?’ and then I feel him stick my thumb in my mouth and start shushing me. And you know what? It worked! I fell asleep again and when I woke up I was back at my apartment with my thumb in my mouth cuddled up to a teddy bear!”

By now Tyler is shaking like a leaf; his blue eyes are wide and vulnerable and scared. But suddenly there’s a flash of anger as he’s finishing his story.

“What’s wrong with me, Coach? What’s wrong with everyone? This isn’t normal!”

Before answering his question, Coach Taylor puts his arm around Tyler and guides him to lean against the coach’s desk and then he steps and few feet back. “Maybe you should take some time off, kiddo. Come back to my place tonight...you shouldn’t be alone...”

Tyler seems to consider it for a moment, lulled by his boss’ warm and commanding voice. But he stops himself.

“No...NO! I need answers, Coach. I’m sorry, but what happened last night...the more I think about it the weirder I feel. I feel shame and humiliation at how I was treated by another grown man...like I was a kid or something. But then I sort of like it, to, or something...I don’t know; being cared for, being held like that when I was so scared...” He gives an internal groan of indecision.

“But then I get angry again, and my head gets clearer. And you know what else I just realized? The whole team has been acting weird too. What was up with today anyway, Coach? Giving us those new outfits? I mean, those shorts and striped t-shirts fit better on a bunch of ten-year-olds and...”

“You liked you outfit, didn’t you Tyler?” Coach Taylor asked, cutting him off. His question implied a clear answer.

“Of course I did. But...no,” he gathers himself up righteously, “as a matter of fact: I didn’t. It’s strange. This is all getting a little strange for me...” Tyler trails off, suddenly thinking intently. Doing the same himself, Coach Taylor thinks up a quick exit strategy. He sees where this is headed. It’s time to speed up Tyler’s regression.

Suddenly Tyler’s face lights up, like’s he just discovered some incriminating evidence. His hands reach down to unbutton his shorts. His reflexes seem a little wobbly, and Tyler is clearing working very hard to appear normal. Coach Taylor knows that it isn’t though; things won’t take long at all...

“A-ha!” Tyler proclaims to the two of them as his shorts puddle at his ankles. Before he speaks though, he also strips off his solid-blue t-shirt.

Standing now in just a pair of fly-less white briefs with baby-blue piping, Tyler looks directly into Coach Taylor’s eyes and begins to speak again, voice unwavering.

“A week ago I’d have died of embarrassment to be standing in front of my boss in my underwear. And it would have been ten times worse to be standing in nothing but some fucking briefs. What am I: thirteen? But not anymore...no, here I am, I’ve been wearing these...these...underwear all day just because you asked me to. You said it was more ?appropriate’ and I believed you. But it wasn’t me, was it? ?Cause this is me. And the real me sees what’s going on.”

He stabs his finger at Coach Taylor’s chest accusingly.

“You did this, didn’t you? I can’t imagine why, but you’re doing this...all of you, the whole coaching staff...you’re...you’re regressing us or something. It’s those shots isn’t it? Ever since you started giving them out we’ve all been acting funny. And I don’t know how but I haven’t noticed until just now. Maybe my humiliation helped me overcome this fog in my brain. I don’t know. But it’s clear now.”

He pauses to catch his breath, presumably before his big revelation that he’s going to tell the world what’s been going on these past few weeks. Before he can talk again, Coach Taylor calmly begins to speak, and every few words he walks closer and closer to Tyler...

“You’re absolutely right, Tyler. Maybe you should step out of that underwear...get into something more age-appropriate.”

Before Tyler can do anything but make a question sort of half-sound in his throat, Coach nods to himself and continues.

“Yeah, yeah: now I get it. We were wrong to do what we did to you. Putting you through all of this...the humiliation, making you piss your pants, forcing you to wear tighty-whities, the breakdown of your mental faculties...it was all a mistake. I’m sorry. But I know what should be done.”

Now Coach Taylor is right in front of Tyler and reaches forward and grabs the younger coach by his shoulders. He stares right into Tyler’s eyes and lets his voice grow warmer and more inviting.

“This underwear feels weird doesn’t it? If feels too tight. And you really should take it off Tyler. But you can’t, can you? Look at it, Tyler...see how well it conforms to your body, how it hugs your hips, butt, and dick.” Looking down, it does seem to Tyler that his underwear has grown to fit better.

“And you suddenly now you’re desperate to take ?em off...desperate. Because you know these are for little kids. And the longer you wear them the more you feel like a little kid. You’ll try to fight it...oh sure you will...but you can feel it regardless. Everything is getting cloudy. Big kid stuff like all your college education, even all those plays you’ve memorized as a football coach, it’s all getting so hard to remember isn’t it?”

Dumbly, Tyler nods now. He can’t seem to fully understand what he’s being told. And he knows that he had something so important to tell the coach. But it’s hard for him to get a grasp on anything in his head...

“There, don’t you feel it now, Tyler? It’s too late: you’ve kept the underwear on too long now.”

Suddenly Tyler feels a dim click in the back of his head and a memory surfaces...he needs to fight this.

Seeing the struggle that lights up in Tyler’s eyes, Coach Taylor just laughs.

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that kiddo. Look at me...look in my eyes. Can’t you feel it? You’re head it just stuffed with cotton; it feels so heavy and hard to hold up. Stuff just keeps sinking to the bottom. You’ve already forgotten how to drive, how to tie your shoes, how to add or read...”

Nodding along, Tyler’s head begins to bob as his eyelids flutter. Internally his mind is trying to process what’s going on but it’s like wading through pudding and he keeps slipping trying to keep up. Soon he can’t even remember what he was fighting, but he keeps on anyway. He knows it was something important.

“But I know something that will help you feel better, ok Tyler? Come on over here buddy...I have a special shot that’ll clear things up right quick. I know it’s getting so hard to concentrate, but if you just stay with me for another minute or two...”

Coach Taylor turns Tyler around and pushes him forward over the desk so his butt sticks up in the air. He walks quickly over to his filing cabinet and reaches behind it for a second or two before coming back with a fresh syringe.

“Ready, kiddo?” Coach Taylor asks, laughing because he already knows the answer.

“And I promise,” he continues, “as soon as we’re done here I’ll get you right out of those childish briefs into something far more suitable.”

Staring down into the desk, Tyler squirms anxiously because part of him really wants to get up and get out...somehow...but another part (and getting bigger by the moment) can’t stay focused long enough to come up with a plan.

For just a fleeting second before his boss plunges the needle through the tight white elastic covering his butt and destroys his adult mind forever, a shred of the old Tyler bubbles to the surface, and he lets out a groan of rebellion.

But it’s too late. The needle has been jammed in and removed, and Coach Taylor is already pulling Tyler up from the desk and turning him around. As the drug rushes up through his bloodstream to his brain, the resurgent mind of Tyler Hale thinks...hesitatingly...that maybe Coach really will help him. And then the drug hits him.

His mouth opens a bit as garbles, a strand of drool running down his mouth onto his tan, muscular chest. Falling forward, Coach Taylor catches him and sets him down in a chair, watching as Tyler’s mind very literally ceases to function beyond a rudimentary level. Tyler’s brain turns to mush, and the only thing he can even feel as he forever loses the ability to think intelligently is a strong tickling sensation between his ears.

Looking down at his watch, Coach Taylor sees he only has about ten minutes before the other coaches come in. Squatting down he stares into Tyler’s dull eyes.

“Doesn’t that feel all better now, Ty-Ty? You’re free of all those big, messy thoughts and emotions and all you have to do now is nothing at all.” He smiles happily as he looks into the younger man’s handsome face...glazed over with vacant incomprehension.

“And I did promise to get you out of that underwear after your shot...and I always keep my promises. Hold tight buddy, I’ll be right back...” Coach Taylor walks out of his office across the hall towards an extra equipment room. Three minutes late he re-enters carrying a bulky bag with him.

“We really need to get you set up before you make a mess right here on the floor, Ty-Ty. Come on...” He reaches his hands behind Tyler’s shoulders and knees and lifts him into the air and onto the floor. In one smooth move Coach Taylor strips off Tyler’s white briefs, folds them up, and tosses them on his desk. And in another moment he pulls out some powder and a thick, large diaper.

Gazing down at his former employee with warm and affection, Coach Taylor powders Tyler’s crotch and butt before pulling up a diaper snuggly between his legs. As he tapes it together he runs his eyes over the newly regressed man’s body.

It’s tan, lean, but well-muscled. His face...even Coach will say...is handsome and strong but his eyes are flat and dull and his mouth is slightly opened as he drools unerringly.

With a brief moment of self-congratulations on effectively containing this unexpected problem, Coach Taylor hoists Tyler into his arms and, leaving the man’s now unnecessary shorts and shirt on the floor, walks out of the office, down the hall, and into the garage where his car waits ready to take them back to his house where a nice big crib is waiting for its new occupant...

 

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