“HUT, HUT” Savannah shouted setting the play into motion, with the football being snapped quickly from the center up into her hands. One step, two step, three step. The pocket set up quickly as her line held up well. The slot receiver to her right came open over the middle and with a quick smooth over head motion she brought her arm forward and with a little flick of her wrist she released the ball and it zipped over the outstretched arms of the closest defender and into the hands of the wide open receiver who tucked the ball under her arm and turned upfield.
That was the last thing she saw before being smashed harshly from behind and then pounded down into the turf. Her helmet and her breasts collided with and bounced off the hard ground beneath her.
The large woman who had hit her, shoved her helmet roughly into the ground as she started to get up. The crowd roared, and the woman kneed Savannah in the breasts as she started to get up and yelled down at her “you think you some kind of hot shit don’t ya?” Then the larger woman walked away.
Savannah rolled over onto her side then up onto her hands and knees as she began to get to her feet but one of her team mates got there and helped Savannah finish getting up. “Great throw Collins, that was an easy six points. Sorry about her getting to you. She should have been flagged.”
“Don’t worry about it” Savannah said to her left guard. “We got the points. They can do whatever they want but we have got the scoreboard.” She pointed up to the scoreboard and smiled as her team lead by more than thirty points. That made the other woman smile back as they started to walk off the field.
Savannah could hear the crowd nearby cat calling her as she neared the sideline. She looked down and sure enough her bikini top had shifted and exposed more breast than normal. She could also feel her short board short bottoms riding up much higher than normal so everyone was getting a great look at all of her assets.
In her mind she was conflicted. On the one hand she was playing professional football, on the other she was playing it in a bikini top and hot pants. It was a catch twenty two. She was playing at the highest level of women’s football. The problem was that she was playing at the highest level of women’s football.
It was more about sex appeal than actual football. Still the pay was respectable, even if she ended up showing her ass to a arena full of strangers. With that in mind she finished up the last few steps to the sideline as she reached behind her and quickly shifted her bottoms back into place and worked to cover up her butt cheeks as best she could with what she was wearing. Then she maneuvered her breasts back into their proper place inside of her skimpy little top before she checked her small pads and set herself back up to be ready for when her team got the ball back.
The head coach came over once she was on the sideline “great throw. Way to stand in there and deliver that ball.” He paused for a second before he patted her on the butt and finishing his speech “you’re the total package, beauty, and talent.”
Savannah’s skin crawled a little as he removed his hand from her body and walked away. Coach Jimmy Morris had spent a little over a decade as an NFL lineman and even had won a Superbowl, but that was back when Savannah was still in grade school. He didn’t really make any real advances toward her, but he was a little handsy. She had heard stories about some other players though that he had, had relationships with.
She tried to shift the thought to the back of her mind she didn’t really want to think about that. She was just lucky that she was good enough to be on the field because of her talent not because of anything she could do in the bedroom.
Savannah had played football for as long as she could stand up. She had played with all the neighborhood kids growing up. Of course she had played pretty much every sport. She had been rough and tumble. She had also been more than pretty good. When she got to middle school though she wasn’t supposed to play football any more. It wasn’t conventional for a girl unless she was a kicker.
Well Savannah wasn’t a kicker. She had spent most of her years as either a Wide Receiver, a Runningback, or the position she really excelled at Quarterback. She had a good strong arm, good vision, and above average decision making skills.
She was the very first female to play starting Quarterback for her middle school, and it wasn’t just because the boys were not good enough, she was just better. Savannah lead her team to their league championship in both seventh, and eighth grade.
Of course she started to develop not just as a player but as a woman and that lead to some awkward issues in the locker room for the first time. Especially as her breasts came in. She argued a lot with the idea of having to wear a sports bra while she played but the truth was she was just a bit to bouncy if she didn’t. So she did despite the fact that it rubbed her raw when she took a hit and she constantly had to adjust it between plays.
Then came high school and the coach had a hard time admitting that a girl was his very best option at the Quarterback position and so instead of playing she sat on the sidelines for the better part of three seasons while the team lost more than half of their games. The coach even told her that she would be better served by getting a skirt and being a cheerleader so she could maybe find a boy before she went full dyke.
Of course it was that comment that cost the coach his job, and landed her as the starting Quarterback, where she lead her team back to the state playoffs by the skin of their teeth in her junior year and making it to the quarterfinals before being bounced out.
Then came her senior year. She was both the homecoming queen and the starting QB. Savannah pushed her team all the way into the State Championship before losing. She got a few scholarship offers to some small time schools but none for football and so it looked like her playing career was finished.
Girls after all didn’t play college football, and there were not women football teams in college sports. So she went to school to maybe be something else besides what she had been all of her life.
Then she got the crazy idea to tryout as a walk-on. “It had never been done” was all she heard from the different schools she talked about with it. Some even outright told her no.
Then one school Atlanta Metro State said that she could walk onto the football team and tryout. Day one the coach told her “girl you’re nowhere near tall enough, strong enough, or athletic enough to do this, but you have playing experience in the type of offense I run so we will see what you can do.”
“Collins, damn it Collins, wake the fuck up” shouted Coach Morris as he slapped her helmet to get her attention.
Savannah snapped back into the moment. “Sorry Coach.” She jogged back out onto the fifty yard field and saw that they didn’t have very good field position. Not that bad field position really matter all that much on such a short field.
She got into the huddle and called out the play as it came into her headset. “Quick pitch, fake bootleg on one.” There were a few groans from the other six women in the huddle with her.
Her right guard a full bodied black lady from Augusta rolled her eyes “really Collins a running play?”
Savannah shrugged her shoulder and said “hey the coach calls the plays it’s our job to run the plays.”
More groans this time. The flex player who in the seven on seven game was the Running Back/Wide Receiver said “we can’t run on this bunch, haven’t been able to all damn day their front is too strong for that mess.” Then the slightly built woman fell silent knowing that it wasn’t really Savannah’s call.
Savannah looked up at the clock there were only a few minutes left in the fourth quarter “look we got this game in the bag. Coach is just trying to eat up the last of the clock. We don’t have time for a debate here let's get to the line.”
With that her team broke the huddle. Savannah saw the reason they were grumbling, but she also knew what the coach was doing. The large woman who had assaulted her on her last play was across the line from her barking out orders for her team before she started to point at Savannah. “I’m coming for you blondie, we might not win this game but your fucking ass is mine.”
Savannah tried not to laugh through her mouthpiece but she couldn’t manage the smile that came anyway as she settled under center. She placed her hands up next to her center’s backside tucking them in close to ensure a good snap and exchange. She scanned the field and quickly went through her reading of the defense. She stomped her right foot on the ground which brought the flex player from the slot as a Wide Receiver on the left side of the field over behind her as the Running Back.
She didn’t like this play call either. Thes defense shifted into position and Savannah liked the play call even less. She knew the matchup was a really bad one. Her play clock was under ten so she had to get a move on but she couldn’t stay in the run play.
“Hot Blue” she shouted. She was audibling out of the run and into a pass. The flex player moved out from behind her and sprinted out to the right into the slot. Once the player was in position Savannah stepped back away from the Center into the shotgun position. When she was about three yard away she looked at the play clock there was a whole second on it. She immediately called for the snap.
The defense had no chance to adjust and were completely out of position her speedy Receiver that was on the left was all alone sprinting down the sideline. Savannah lofted the ball smoothly up into the air in a perfect pattern for the Receiver to make a play on it all by herself down the sideline.
Again Savannah was upended after the throw was made. She felt herself get tumbled ass over tea kettle as she was flipped through the air. The world spun wildly as she came crashing down to the turf. The smashed down, right shoulder and helmet first. She felt her spine pop, she also felt her right breast completely come undone and pop out of her top as she semi skidded across the field.
She heard a whistle blow like a crazy person had a hold of it. She also heard a chorus of boos from her home town fans. She tried to right herself and get up but couldn’t seem to make the moves necessary to make that happen as pain shot through her entire body as she managed to roll onto her side.
She could see the scoreboard had changed. Her pass had apparently done it’s job. She smiled a little before she coughed and red sticky blood splattered her face mask.
She could see her coach having an absolute fit on the field as he was having to be restrained by other coaches from getting his hands on the woman who had delivered the vicious blindside hit for the second time in as many plays.
However the coach would need to take a number because Savannah’s teammates were in a pretty heated pushing match with the other team as they tried to get their hands on the offending player as she was being rushed off the field.
Savannah had taken her share of really hard hits but never anything like this. The lack of padding and protection in this league had bothered her back when she had signed her contract.
It wasn’t like the other independent leagues she had played in since college. It was real football with real uniforms, and real pads. Only problem those leagues were all on the edge of collapse and the money was shit compared to what she was making in this league.
And yet here she was flat of her back looking up at the lights and the banners hanging from the rafters as medical personnel swarmed over her.
“Savannah don’t move. Stay still let us work ok.”
She didn’t know who was talking to her, and she didn’t really care. She felt them place some type of brace on her neck and tilt her over before placing her on a board. In her mind though she was far away.
She was back on the practice field with the first team offense as a walk on. Once training camp had started she had won the job pretty easily over the two other possible choices. Both had been triple option Quarterbacks in high school and didn’t have all the skills to run the offense that Savannah did.
She could throw the ball in tight windows even with pretty tight coverage on her Receivers. She was just simply put more talented. So she was set to become the first female to start a College Football game at Quarterback. ESPN carried the game, and she lead the team to a win throwing for 278 yards and 3 scores.
She was tiny, barely 5’6” and just over 110 pounds.She put herself in the weight room. Lifting, running, and stretching. Always working on something. She pushed herself and her body to it’s absolute limits.
While she couldn’t do anything about her height she resolved herself that she could do a lot about her build. If she was going to remain competitive she would need a lot more strength than the homecoming queen build she had been.
She went from benching her former weight of 110 to benching 180 for a full set of reps. She trimmed a tenth of a second off of her 40 yard time. She went from squatting over 200 pounds to more than 250. Over the first part of the season she added about 15 pounds of lean muscle. She was as bulked up as she could get without affecting her flexibility and mobility.
Her pipe cleaner sized arms swelled from a soft 11 inches up to a rock hard 14 inches. Her skinny thighs went from 16 inches to over 20 inches. Her undefined calves, developed and increased their size by a couple inches as well.
As she increased the size of her body her results on the field increased as well. Wins came in bunches and even as a walk on true freshman she was leading her team to great things.
Also as the season wore on, Savannah started taking more and more punishing hits. The hits took a toll on her body, and that took a toll on her play. She was benched the final three games of the season including the team's bowl appearance. The very first one in school history. All of which were losses.
That was how her college career ended. Not with a bang but a whimper. She tried to transfer out for a chance to play somewhere else, but to everyone that mattered she was just a little girl trying to play a big boys sport. Sure she was very skilled and very talented but she couldn’t last and she couldn't hold out to play with the boys long term.
That lead her to playing in every single league that would give her the time of day. She even played in a co-ed league where more times than not the coaches and even some of the players showed up drunk.
She spent time in small towns all over the country playing a game here and a game there. Picking up a paycheck so meager that most times it barely covered her gas money to get from place to place.
When the Lingerie League team in Augusta, Georgia called she nearly hung up on them. When they told her about the pay she stayed on the phone. When they offered to fly her in from Iowa where she had been more or less stranded for a couple months she jumped on the offer.
That had been two years ago. She was in the middle of her second year in the most established women’s football league in the United States making almost fifty grand a year.
Well she was strapped to a board being picked up off the field. Maybe her old college coach had been right, maybe she wasn’t big enough, or tough enough. Even against women. As the medical team picked her up off the field on the board a tear slipped down her cheek. She attempted to wave to the crowd.
The crowd reacted wildly when she moved her arm and gave a little thumbs up. The cheers warmed her heart. As the cart began to move from the field she wished with all of her heart that she was big enough, strong enough, and tough enough to play the sport she loved. She was a football player it was all she had ever known. It was all she had ever wanted. She was scared of what her life would hold for her without the game.
“Please dear God” she prayed “don’t let this be the end.” Savannah felt her whole world slipping away from her.
Then she felt something else. Her whole body was tingling. She tried to tell the medic who sat next to her but she was tongue tied and couldn’t seem to find the words.
The straps that held her in place were tight to start with, but they seemed to be growing tighter making it harder for her to breath.
Savannah was pretty sure that she felt her cleat covered feet sliding along the medical cart she was riding on. Her small board shorts felt like they were seriously riding up to the top of her thigh and was slipping up into her butt crack. The waist was so tight suddenly that she thought it was going to cut her in half.
Her narrow shoulders seemed to be spreading out across the board she was strapped to. The bikini top she wore seemed to be rising up her chest while at the same time digging into her skin.
It didn’t make any sense why any of that would be happening, and yet it seemed to be happening. She finally managed to speak “what’s happening to me” she asked the medic sitting on the front of the cart.
He turned around and gasped “holy shit, Marv stop the cart you got to see this shit. This chick is growing.”
The cart stopped just off the edge of the field as both medics on the cart turned completely around to watch what was happening to Savannah.
She could feel her calves and thighs swell and grow rock hard. She felt her firm tummy contract and tighten as ab muscles that were slightly noticeable before became more and more defined and pronounced. Her waist narrowed as the little bit of fat on her body seemed to melt away leaving firm sculpted muscle along her torso and waistline.
Savannah felt her chest swell larger from baseball sized breasts to softball sized breasts. Of course the boost in her bust was made even more sizable though as her chest muscle seemed to develop and forced her chest out even further and pushed more fiercely against the straps that restrained her. Her breasts looked squished up against the strap as the globs of flesh on her chest squished out wildly on each side of the strap.
“Get these straps off of me please” she pleaded with the men who could only sit there stunned at what was happening.
Of course when her shoulders reached the sides of the board they also reached the straps and with her bones pushing on the strap the harnesses began to strain as she continued to grow.
Savannah felt her legs sliding along the board as it seemed they were no longer happy to just grow muscle tone, they wanted to extend and get longer. Her arms followed along with the growth pattern of adding length but they also added mass as her forearms swelled larger and her biceps tried to balloon up in size.
The straps snapped soon after and set Savannah free from the flat constraining board she had been tied down to. She felt her feet stretching inside the Nike cleats she was wearing. She could feel the seams in the shoes beginning to give way as her foot added both length and width.
The bikini top failed the second she tried to sit up. She quickly reached up and covered herself as cat calls rained down on her. She climbed off the back of the cart and stood in the middle of the area and the sound mostly stopped as they saw a true physical specimen before them.
Savannah looked down at herself and she looked like she belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine or maybe a bodybuilding magazine. She was also much taller than she had been just moments before. She had to be nearly seven feet tall.
She stood on the sideline and looked out over the field as her cleats exploded beneath her. She had to get back out there. She looked at the clock only moments remained but she saw that her team had the ball again. She started to sprint full speed toward the huddle she felt the power in her legs carry her across the field in the blink of an eye.
Her teammates all looked up at her and collectively gasped. “I got this” she said as she waived the backup QB off the field. None of the women on the field came past her chest. None of them were built as powerfully as she was.
Just before she broke the huddle without a helmet, or even shoulder pads she spotted the woman who had hit her twice after she had thrown the ball. She growled at her and shouted “Your ass is mine bitch. As a matter of fact you are all mine.”
She didn’t care if her boob was hanging out of her top or that her bottoms were mostly ripped apart she was going to prove that she was more than strong enough, and tough enough now.
“HUT, HUT” she called and the ball reached her hand and she took off running through the mass of women in front of her as they tried to stop her with no luck.