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[BossRose]

Wow. This dominant side of Rachel has made the relationship very nteresting! Super hot story, good job!

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[phil123]

Wonder how Rachel will inspire Sarah to get bigger.

[Wookey]

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[mancio98]

Another incredible story woow! Hope a continue soon

[jeffbeans]

Just read through this stroy, it's brilliant! Please continue! 

[Mesut88]

Long time no see. I had a hard time figuring out how I wanted to write part 14, so I eventually decided to move the story a few months forward in time. I hope you can wait a little longer for some more action. I thought it might be a good idea for this story to have a little bit more background. Anyways, here is Part 14.


The front page of the tabloid caused Sarah to blush. Just a few years ago, there weren't many people interested in women's football in England. Now, after the national team's recent success, the media coverage of women's football was bigger than ever. And this time, it was Sarah who was covering the front page of one of the biggest tabloids in the UK. The headline featured the typical wordplay often seen in English tabloids: 'Herculean Hat-Trick Hero Saves Sunderland!' Sarah wasn't certain if she liked being referred to in that way. However, it felt good that the first game of the season and her three goals got so much attention.

At least, that's how she felt before she read the article that the front page was promoting in the tabloid. When Sarah read the article, tears started to fall down her cheeks. Everything that the journalist had written about her and her body felt unfair. The journalist didn't know her. How could he write such things about her?

Sarah looked at the front page again, tears still in her eyes. In the picture, she saw herself, wearing her red and white striped shirt, her black shorts, and her red socks, just like she had done during her debut game about a year ago. However, this time was different. The socks that she had always worn high above her knee were quite a bit shorter this time. She preferred her socks high, but her calves were too darn big for her to wear her socks otherwise.

The same thing applied to her shorts as well. She had always used quite baggy shorts, but nowadays there weren't really any options for her. Sarah's muscular thighs made it impossible to wear anything but tight and short shorts, which somehow made her thighs look even bigger than they really were.

Sarah looked at her legs in the picture. She realized that a large part of them was bare and visible. All the muscles in her legs were exposed to potentially millions of people who were reading this paper today. The muscles on her legs weren't the only things that were bare in the picture. She remembered well the situation when the picture was taken. It must have been the 85th minute when they were still 2-3 down. Sarah had to come to their own penalty area to defend a corner. She had won the header, taken the ball, and started to run toward the opponent's goal. It had been a hell of a run. Just when she was about to shoot, the defender managed to tackle the ball, and they received a corner kick.

The 80-yard sprint with the ball had been tough, and Sarah had been sweating heavily throughout the whole game. She had grabbed the hem of her shirt to wipe the sweat off her eyes. That had obviously exposed her midriff. That explains why Sarah was staring at her bare abs on the front of the newspaper. The sprint had taken the breath out of her, which probably can explain why her abs were flexed.

Sarah examined her abs in the picture. She could remember all the endless crunches she had done to get abs like that. The deep valleys between all the thick blocks were surprisingly visible in the picture. Even the vascularity of her arms was easy to spot in that picture. The sleeves of her short-sleeved shirt were a little too tight for her 16-inch arms, which meant that she had to roll her sleeves quite a bit. The large veins on each of her biceps were visible, as well as all of those smaller veins in her forearms.

Sarah decided to give the article another read. It began as expected, with a straightforward account of what had transpired in the game, just like any typical sports news article. While her team had generally performed poorly, the 19-year-old striker, Sarah Park, playing only her second league game ever and her first as a starter, had made a significant impression. The powerful striker contributed three goals and one assist in a match where Sunderland, a team widely anticipated to be one of the weaker sides, had won one of the potential title contenders. Sunderland was considered to be one of the teams that might get relegated after the season, mainly due to the fact that they had lost their Irish star player, Rachel Wilson, to Arsenal during the summer transfer window.

Each of Sarah's goals was explained briefly, but the tone of the article was generally positive, and the journalist was clearly impressed by how the young striker managed to dominate the opponent's defense with her strength. However, after the summary of the game, the tone of the article changed completely. The journalist started to question whether doping controls should be stricter now, considering the clear increase in money in women's football. The journalist used Sarah as an example, citing that last year, then 18-year-old Sarah had a hard time getting playing time in Sunderland and therefore wasn't able to earn match and goal bonuses.

However, now 19-year-old Sarah returned from a knee injury with an additional 45 lbs of muscle and suddenly dominated on the field. According to the journalist, this raised a question: Are there enough doping controls in women's game? Sarah was fuming when she finished the article for the second time. How could the journalist dare to accuse her of doping? The journalist clearly didn't know that she had spent the vast majority of her waking hours improving her body and strength. She knew that she worked at least three times harder than all the other players on her team.

Moreover, she had already undergone two doping tests after her summer vacation. The team doctor had struggled to believe the transformation of Sarah's body, leading him to personally call WADA and request they investigate. When WADA's staff examined Sarah, they had internally decided to conduct monthly urine tests on her. That was perfectly fine with Sarah; she had no objections to doping controls. She was even willing to undergo them if it would convince everyone that her physique was the result of pure dedication and hard work.

With tears still in her eyes, Sarah gently placed the tabloid on the floor. She wiped away her tears, reclined on the bench, and firmly grasped the 225 lbs barbell.

As always, it would be great to hear some feedback!

[Wookey]

Wonderful work.

[Wookey]

Hope that Sunderland backs her up. An article on Sarah's rode to redemption via the training room as well as monthly tests should overcome the doubters. Next would be all Sunderland players signing up to do the same.  Within a season Sunderland's improvement would see other clubs adopting the same. Within 3 years benching 225lbs would be minimum for England selection

[phil123]

Hope Sarah will meet the journalistand show him how she gets bigger.

[Mesut88]

Thanks for kind words!

Part 15
Sarah was furious. The past few weeks had been her best ever professionally, but she still had a hard time being pleased.

After the first three rounds of the season, her team was astonishingly sharing the top position of the table, despite the fact that most experts and fans had been relatively sure that Sarah's team, Sunderland, wouldn't do well this season. Sarah herself was leading the league's scoreboard with her impressive 8 goals. So far, she had managed to impress everyone during this season—except one person: the head coach of the England national team.

Despite her dominant efforts in all three matches she had played so far, Sarah didn't receive her first-ever call-up to the national team. That bummed her big time. Not being called up for international duty meant that all those players who stayed in Sunderland would have an "easy" training week.

That basically meant an hour-long football pass in the morning, lunch at the training ground, and then maybe some treatments from the team's physios. And then the whole weekend without any training. That sort of week was driving a training maniac like Sarah nuts.

To maintain her sanity, Sarah had modified her schedule to better suit her training needs. After lunch, when her teammates went for treatments, Sarah embarked on her grueling three-hour training sessions.

The first hour was always the same. Sarah did running intervals on the treadmill. She ran as fast as she could, pushing herself until she was completely spent, then switched to jogging for a few minutes before repeating the cycle until the hour was completed.

After the cardio part was done, Sarah was always completely soaked in sweat. Her training overalls were literally dripping sweat to the floor while Sarah tried to catch her breath. The first hour of Sarah's training was so intense that her teammates would probably need a few days to recover if they could have completed it in the first place.

Today was Friday, the fifth day of the "easy" training week. Her teammates had decided to skip the treatments and headed home directly after lunch. They claimed they needed rest and ample time to prepare for the parties they were attending over the upcoming weekend off. That was one of the reasons Sarah was furious. The other reason was the fact that she had already trained her arms for over an hour, and she still didn't feel the pump that she craved.

She had physically dominated her teammates during today's practice, eaten twice as much as her largest teammates during lunch, ran intensely on the treadmill for an hour, and then lifted weights with each arm that her teammates wouldn't be able to budge even with both hands. Yet, she still somehow felt kind of flat and weak.

It was already 3:30 pm. Sarah was probably the only person left in the entire training facility. She gazed at herself in the mirror in front of the dumbbell rack. Her baggy XL-sized training overall, now completely soaked in sweat, hung loosely on her muscular and ripped 160 lbs frame. Despite her body almost filling her clothes completely, the overall still failed to accentuate her muscular contours, leaving it looking somewhat shapeless. She decided to peel off her training overall. She figured that she was the only person there, so what is the harm? Underneath, she had a sports bra and very short, tight training shorts.

Sarah continued to study her figure in the mirror. Her arms looked vascular and swollen. "Maybe I wasn't as flat as I thought?" she wondered while she brought her arms up and flexed them hard. Both of her biceps sprang to life, forming hard and large balls on top of her arms.

Sarah was starting to feel less furious as she applied more pressure on her flex. It felt good to be that big. And strong.

However, as soon as she released her intense flex, her mind shifted back to the fact that she didn't get a call-up for international duty. That was so unfair. Sarah began to murmur to herself as she walked towards the dumbbell rack and the 55 lbs dumbbells. "8 goals in three games. In a team like Sunderland." She gripped the dumbbells and started to curl them. "I'm surely the hardest worker there is," Sarah continued to murmur to no one as her biceps swelled during each of her controlled curls. "I'm only 19 years old, and I take better care of myself than anyone else in the whole league... ngghhh..." Sarah's breathing got heavier as she reached 10 curls for each hand. "Is it because that coach thinks I'm not physical enough... nggghg... Or strong enough... Or what the hell does he want..." Her arms were already shaking heavily when she reached 20 reps for each arm.

"I'm gonna... ngghhh... show that jerk... nghhh... that... NGGGHHH..." Sarah paused at the bottom for a second to catch her breath, and then she started to curl again. For the thirtieth time with her right hand. "This body is... NNNGGGHH... fucking capable..." Sarah was basically screaming at this point. "TO DO... NGGHHH... WHATEVER I... NGGHHH... WANT..."

Sarah's arms were basically now screaming for release, but Sarah's stubborn mind wouldn't give up. She kept forcing the dumbbells up despite the shakiness of her arms. The dumbbells slowly, but surely rose while her biceps ballooned to 16 inches.

Eventually, Sarah reached 50 reps with both arms. Completely spent, she lacked the strength to re-rack the dumbbells. Her arms, in incredible pain yet feeling numb, led her to collapse on her back, panting heavily. Sarah felt she had once again given absolutely everything she had. Her body screamed for a warm shower, rest, and food. Despite that, Sarah just rolled onto her stomach and started to crank narrow grip push-ups.

Ps. I'm picturing that Sarah's body looks somewhat similar to what Annie R looked like in the '90s; at least the measurements are quite similar, I think. In the next part, we're focusing again on Sarah's love life. Do you have any suggestions? I'm probably gonna stay in the footballing world or at least somewhat close to it.

[Wookey]

Loving the story.  Stick with football. Maybe the team needs fitness tests to measure each player's progress during the season. Sarah's numbers versus her peers could be leaked to media.  Hopefully these numbers would inspire both sponsors and fans alike.

[Mesut88]

Hi! I know that I kinda promised that the next chapter would again delve into Sarah's love life, but I couldn't resist writing even one more chapter where she is basically only reflecting on her own body. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

Part 16
It was matchday 5, a rainy Sunday in November. As usual, the cold northern English weather prevailed, yet the clash between the home team, astonishingly leading the league, and one of the Manchester teams drew a few thousand people to the stands.

The first half offered little joy for those who defied the weather forecast in hopes of witnessing a great game and another home team win. Sunderland was down 0-2 when the referee blew her whistle to mark the end of the miserable first half from the home team's point of view.

Inside the home team's locker room, the players dripped water mixed with sweat on the floor. Several players, including Sarah, had taken off their shirts to let them dry a bit before facing another 45 minutes in the cold rain.

The Sunderland manager shouted at the players, mostly complaining about the poor defensive performance. Sarah had a hard time focusing on what he was saying; it didn't really matter. She knew very well that they had played poorly.

Instead, she let her gaze circle around the locker room. Most of the players in the starting lineup had their long-sleeved technical undershirts on, letting their match shirts dry. Only two players in the locker room had only sports bras covering their upper bodies.

Sarah looked at Else, a 24-year-old Norwegian the team had bought to cover the spot in the midfield when last season's best player, Rachel, left the club. Else had looks one would consider typical for a Norwegian—blonde hair, a pretty face, and pale skin. It might also be typical for a Norwegian to play a game with only a short-sleeved shirt in such cold weather.

Else was a truly great athlete. Sarah observed her while she leaned on her knees, clearly focusing on whatever the coach was saying. Sarah could see a faintly toned upper body, quite typical for a professional footballer. Between Else's elbows, Sarah saw Else's midsection. Even though Sarah knew that the midsection could show some definition at the right angle, at the moment, it looked relatively soft when Else was leaning forward. That was the case with most midsections, even on professional athletes.

Sarah then gazed at her own stomach. She had her body in a similar position to Else's, but that's where the similarities ended. Even though Sarah was leaning forward and not flexing at all, she could see six rock-hard and deep blocks on her stomach. She knew for a fact that there wasn't anyone else in the room with a six-pack like hers.

Sarah was obviously the only other player in the room, besides Else, who wasn't wearing a shirt. For Sarah, though, the reason wasn't being used to the cold weather. In fact, Sarah hated being cold. The problem for Sarah was that the undershirts that their kit man had provided, even in size XL, were too tight on her muscular back. Sarah had tried, but it had taken her a serious effort and plenty of swear words when she had tried to take the damn shirt off after she had realized that it was basically too tight for her to even breathe with. There was no chance she could have played well with that thing on her.

Sarah came back to her senses from her thoughts when she heard the manager say her name. Apparently, the manager wanted them to carry on playing with the same tactic as they did during the first half. Sarah would have to make lots of runs away from the ball to be able to create some empty spaces for Chloé, the French winger, who was sitting next to Sarah.

Sarah started to feel even more frustrated than she had when they arrived in the locker room after their awful first half. She had scored 9 frickin' goals in the first 4 games. She was the top scorer in the whole league. And the manager wanted her to get less involved in the game to create possibilities for other players. That just doesn't make any sense for her.

Sarah looked down at her own legs. Then she looked at Chloe's legs that were next to hers. Chloe's legs were athletic and a lot longer than Sarah's. However, they were rather skinny. Sarah's gaze then moved back to her own legs. Even without flexing, they were easily the biggest legs in the room. Sarah couldn't resist lifting her right foot straight up from the floor, allowing her to flex her massive right quad. The muscles on her quad sprang into life. Sarah felt the power in that muscle.

All those hundreds of hours at the gym while her teammates had already gone home after the football practices. All those endless, torturing reps under the heavy load to hone her body into perfection. To make it faster, bigger, more explosive, and most importantly, a lot stronger than everyone else's. All that hard work that no one else in that locker room was willing to do. For what? To act as a decoy and to create opportunities for other players on the pitch. "Fuck that," Sarah thought when she squeezed on the wet shirt on her chiseled upper body. She was going to play the second half her own way.

[Mesut88]

I've probably been bitten by a writing bug, so here's the next chapter. If you're reading this and still enjoying the story, it would be really cool if you could leave a comment with some suggestions for what you'd like to see in the coming chapters!

Chapter 17

Sunday afternoon found Sarah lounging on her couch, fixated on the TV screen. Ever since Rachel had moved out, she'd been alone in her two-bedroom apartment. Being frequently on her own wasn't new to Sarah. Despite this being her third season in Sunderland, she remained the youngest player in the squad, excluding the local academy players vying for a spot in the first team. Sarah's intense training schedule left her unable to socialize with other players after their weekday football practices. This unintentionally positioned her as somewhat of an outsider within the team—the youngest and undeniably the hardest-working one.

Consequently, Sarah's weekend routine often centered around tuning in to watch women's football. She particularly enjoyed the analysis segment between matches where pundits dissected the previous day's games. Today's discussion naturally veered towards Sunderland's remarkable victory and Sarah's exceptional achievement of scoring four goals during that match.

James Wilson appeared on the screen, a 33-year-old pundit revered across England as one of the best. Wilson's football career had abruptly ended a few years back due to a severe injury. However, he smoothly transitioned into punditry, clinching the title of the best Premier League pundit for two consecutive years. Despite his success in the world's biggest footballing league, Wilson stunned the footballing world by announcing that he would exclusively cover women's football from this season onward.

Sarah found Wilson quite handsome. His navy blue suit fit impeccably, and both his hair and beard were perfectly groomed. She found it rather fascinating that someone as talkative as Wilson could consistently display such perfectly straight, white teeth.

Wilson's teeth blinked on the screen when he carried on explaining how impressive the 19-year-old phenomenon Sarah Park had been in yesterday's match. He pointed out that the amazing physical capabilities that Sarah possessed made her something that women's or even men's football had never seen before. Wilson was then rudely interrupted by Samantha Higgins. Sarah didn't like her. She felt that Higgins was rude and bitchy. Sarah guessed that her problem was that she used to be the star pundit of the women's football until Wilson had arrived on the show. After Wilson started on the show, it felt that Higgins' whining had gotten even worse than before. However, the banter between the two main pundits, which in real life probably wasn't as friendly as it seemed on TV, was the main reason that had made the Women's league much more popular among the TV viewers.

As per usual, Higgins didn't agree with anything Wilson had just said. Instead, she came with her own arguments in her cocky voice, "I can't really see why everyone is so impressed with Park. Big muscles pumped up with steroids doesn't make anyone a good footballer."

Sarah couldn't believe what Higgins had just said. She had thought that the doping discussion would be over by now, having given nine negative test results. She had even heard from one of the WADA employees who had followed one of her tests that she was the most tested athlete in the whole world during this autumn. She quickly glanced at the body that was the subject of the heated discussion on TV. As usual, Sarah was in her home attire, a short tank top and baggy sweatpants. The tank top did absolutely nothing to hide her chiseled muscles.

Sarah was once again lost in her own thoughts, tensing her muscles and watching how they rippled and bulged in front of her eyes. She came back to her senses when she heard Wilson's pleasant and manly voice again on TV. "Listen Samantha, you know as well as I do that Park has passed all the doping controls. So you can drop that argument. I'm however going to carry on and keep complaining about the fact that Park is again missing an England call up."

That was true. Sarah still wasn't included in the England squad that was about to gather during the next week. She couldn't understand how the England manager couldn't give her a chance in the national team, even with her record-breakingly great start of the season. Only the thought of the injustice that she was experiencing at the moment made her flex her whole body, without even noticing it. The rock-hard pecs underneath Sarah's chin bulged into large striated blocks of muscles.

Again Sarah forced herself to focus on what was going on TV. Wilson was again on the screen and she heard him saying, "We're actually going to travel to Northeast during the next week with a small TV crew and we're going to interview Park and hopefully we can get her opinion on all these things we have discussed today on the show."

Sarah was shocked. Was the famous James Wilson going to travel to Sunderland to interview her for TV? Why hadn't anyone told her about that? And what would she even say to him and the TV viewers? Just the thought about being able to spend some time in front of the camera with Wilson gave Sarah shivers. It was kind of exciting, but mostly terrifying.

So far, Sarah had relatively limited experiences in front of the camera. She had mainly gotten to answer the "You scored a few goals today, how does it feel?" question after all of their matches this season but that was pretty much it. So it was pretty nerve-racking to even think about the fact that she would be doing an interview with THE James Wilson.

But then at the same time, how bad could it be? After all, he was a very handsome man, and from what Sarah had seen on TV, he seemed extremely nice. And he had just defended Sarah's muscular body on TV. "That was actually pretty hot," Sarah thought, and without her even thinking about it, Sarah was again lost in her thoughts and her hand started to wander inside of her sweatpants and between her lean and thick thighs..

[Wookey]

Loving this. Great to see female athletes being judged on just that.

[watson2022]

Great new parts. Looking forward to more.