Short: The Special Training

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Finally, all that hard work paid off. The coach promised me a spot on the soccer team’s starting lineup if I could show him I had good ball control. I gave it my all in practice and impressed him, but in the end, he told me it wasn’t enough. When I asked him what I was missing, he replied that I needed to get more used to contact play and asked me to train by trying to withstand the impact of the balls to build up more endurance. Then he told me about a new special training regimen that would help me with that. I accepted without hesitation and drank the “sports drink” the coach gave me.

I didn’t expect the drink he gave me to turn me into a woman with big breasts and pronounced curves, but even though I question the methods, the results speak for themselves. Now I understand exactly what he meant. I’m leaning over the court fence, my breasts pressed against the cold iron mesh, while I feel his balls rhythmically slapping against my butt with every deep thrust. I’m out of breath, moaning uncontrollably, and sweat is running down my back. This “practice exercise” is absolutely amazing. At this rate, I think I’d turn down the starting position if it meant spending less time with the coach, even if it meant sitting on the bench… too bad he refused; after all, that wasn’t what this training was for.

Now I’m a starter in every game, and thanks to this newfound stamina, I’ve become the team’s biggest star. I owe it all to the coach. After every regular training session, he gives me a special “training” session where I truly unleash my full potential. That’s the best exercise of all: we celebrate victories or console ourselves over defeats in the most intense and pleasurable way possible, and I couldn’t be happier about it.