TG October: Day 3 – Sport

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Iván “The Hammer” Ríos walked into the gym like he owned the place.

Unbeaten record, sculpted body, and an arrogance that made even the heavyweights look down when he passed. To him, the rest of the boxers were little more than disposable sparring partners. And Master Ortega, his coach, was no exception.

That afternoon Ortega was waiting for him by the ring with his arms crossed and an expression that promised nothing good.

“Get up. Today you’re going to learn a lesson.”

Iván let out a mocking laugh as he adjusted his gloves.

“This again, old man? Every time we get in the ring I end up putting you against the ropes. Do you really want me to humiliate you again in front of everyone?”

Several of the other boxers moved closer, smelling blood. Everyone knew how unbearable Iván had become.

The bell rang.

Iván came out fast, precise and cruel. Every punch was accompanied by a taunt:

“Faster, coach.”

“That’s not how you throw a punch.”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

In less than two minutes he already had Ortega backing up. A clean combination sent him against the ropes. Iván pressed himself against him, pinning him with his body, and spoke into his ear with a voice full of superiority:

“Look at you… you can’t even hold me. You’re weak. You’ve always been weak.”

Ortega spat the mouthguard to the side of the ring, panting. But in his eyes there was no longer just exhaustion.

There was something darker.

“Keep talking,” he muttered. “Enjoy it while you can.”

Iván smiled, convinced the fight was already decided.

He didn’t know that in a matter of seconds his body was going to start betraying him… and that the man he was humiliating was going to take advantage of every second of his weakness.

Iván kept pressing.

Another hook to the liver. Another jab that forced Ortega back. The coach was already breathing hard and had a split lip, but he wasn’t asking to stop. On the contrary: he seemed to be waiting for something.

“Just give up already, old man,” Iván spat, pressing him against the ropes. “This is pathetic.”

That was when he felt it.

A strange heat rose from his stomach. At first he thought it was adrenaline. Then he noticed his gloves felt a little looser. The mouthguard shifted. And suddenly his chest… tightened in a way that made no sense.

Iván stepped back, confused.

“What…?”

His shoulders narrowed. The training shirt suddenly hung large on him. He felt his crotch empty itself in a brutal way while a new sensitivity appeared between his legs. His hair grew down to his shoulders in a matter of seconds. His voice cracked when he tried to speak:

“What the fuck is happening to me?”

Ortega calmly took off his gloves. He was no longer panting. He just watched him with a cold smile while Iván’s body finished changing on the ring.

Firm breasts pushing against the sweaty fabric. Wider hips. Narrow waist. Legs still strong, but now unmistakably feminine. In less than a minute, “The Hammer” Ríos no longer existed.

In his place was an athletic woman with marked curves, still wearing the gloves and an expression of pure horror.

The other boxers in the gym were no longer pretending. Several were smiling. Others were openly adjusting their crotches.

Ortega spoke in a calm, almost didactic voice:

“Pink pill. Dissolved in your sports drink half an hour ago.

The whole gym knew. We were sick of you, Iván… or should I say Ivanna.”

She backed up until she hit the ropes, trembling. The shirt hung off one shoulder, revealing the curve of a breast.

“This… this is illegal… you can’t…”

“We already did,” Ortega answered, approaching. “And now that you weigh thirty kilos less and no longer have the strength you used to… we’re going to finish the lesson.”

He pushed her easily against the ropes. Ivanna tried to hit him out of reflex, but her fists were now smaller, weaker. Ortega caught both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head.

With the other hand he yanked her training pants down in one pull.

She wasn’t wearing underwear. Her new pussy was left exposed to the cool air of the gym.

“Look at yourself,” Ortega said in a low voice, but loud enough for everyone to hear. “Before you looked down on us. Now you can’t even close your legs without it being obvious how wet you are.”

Ivanna wanted to scream at him, insult him, threaten them all… but when the coach’s fingers brushed between her folds, only a trembling moan escaped her.

And the other boxers started approaching the ring.

Ortega showed no mercy and in a short time left her completely naked.

With Ivanna against the canvas, he spread her legs with his knee and pushed his cock inside her without warning. She let out a high-pitched scream, half rage, half shock. Her hands, still gloved, tried to push him away, but she no longer had the strength she once did.

“Before you shut us up with your fists,” Ortega said, moving his fingers roughly. “Now you’re going to learn to shut up another way.”

He turned her abruptly and forced her to kneel in the center of the ring. Several of the boxers had already pulled their pants down. The first one to approach was the one who had suffered Iván’s mockery the most for months. He grabbed her hair and pushed her face against his cock.

“Open.”

Ivanna pressed her lips shut. Ortega, behind her, gave her a hard slap on the ass that echoed through the entire gym.

“Open them. Or this gets worse.”

Taking advantage of her weakness, he threw her to the floor and started stroking himself to finish on her face.

With eyes shining from humiliation, she opened her mouth. The first load of many entered her mouth and under the order to swallow it she had no choice but to obey.

Ivanna’s scream was drowned in the cum of the cock that filled her mouth.

They used her without hurry and without mercy. One after another. Ortega thrust into her hard while the others took turns with her mouth, her breasts, her hands. Every time she tried to protest, someone pulled her hair or forced her to take it deeper. The pride she had displayed so much was dissolving with every involuntary moan that escaped her.

When Ortega finally came inside her, he let her fall onto the canvas, trembling, with cum running down her thighs and her face a complete mess.

The coach stood up, adjusted his pants and looked at the rest of the gym.

“From today on, Ivanna is the team’s new ‘assistant.’

She’ll clean the ring, bring water… and when any of you need to release tension after training, you’ll know exactly where to find her.”

Ivanna tried to get up. Her legs failed her. One of the boxers laughed and gave her a slap on her naked ass.

“Welcome to the bottom, whore.”

She clenched her teeth, her face burning with rage and shame. She could still feel the hot cum inside her. She could still feel how her new body responded, betraying her, to every lewd look they threw at her.

Ortega crouched beside her and spoke into her ear, low enough that only she could hear:

“This is only the beginning.

And trust me… you’re going to learn to beg for it.”

Ivanna closed her eyes.

For the first time in her life, she had no way to fight.

The End.