A Soccer Player's Growth
By A.J. Brown - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

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Natalie was driving with the ball making her way to the goal. The 21-year-old
college junior was on her way to score. She was already doing great since
soccer season started practice and in her first game, but this was her best
performance yet. There was no score in the fourth quarter of this game against
the top ranked team, in just the second game of the season. If she could score
this one and give her team the lead, with only a few minutes left in the game,
then she would be the hero.

As she got closer, she felt another girl collide with her, right on the left
side of her body. Natalie was a strong girl and probably stronger than most of
the girls on the field. But whoever it was that hit her came with momentum.
The body-blow sent Natalie to her right and she lost control of dribbling the
ball.

That turned out to be the least of her worries. When her body got sent to the
right she collided with another girl. This girl happened to be the biggest
girl on the field, a 200-pound beast, the sweeper on the other team. The
impact shook Natalie up but it was worse when the sweeper's body continued to
push Natalie down so she fell right on her right arm. The big girl then fell
right on top of her body, crushing her.

She heard whistles blow. Play stopped immediately and the girl that hit her
was immediately hit with a red card and thrown out of the game. The bench
cleared to see if Natalie was OK. Most girls would have been crying after
getting crushed the way she just had. Natalie didn't cry, though. She wasn't
like that. She just felt anger. And pain. She did cry a bit at the hospital
when she found out she had a broken arm and was going to miss the next 4 - 6
weeks of the season.

"Hey, it's all good," her 22-year-old boyfriend, Cameron, said when they were
leaving the hospital trying to comfort her. "You'll be back before the season
ends. And you did great out there. The team wouldn't have won the game tonight
if it weren't for you."

Natalie loved her boyfriend but he could be a condescending ass sometimes. And
now was definitely one of those times. She wanted to hit him over the head
with her new cast for the way that he was talking to her. She just give him a
dirty look and he knew he better stop. She was not to be messed with when she
was upset.

"Well OK," Natalie's physical therapist, Jerry, said to her after their first
visit. "I actually don't think this is going to be quite as bad as it was
diagnosed. And you seem like a fighter to me so that's going to make it even
easier on you. If you stick to the weightlifting regimen that I'm
recommending, I'm thinking within four weeks you could actually be back on the
field playing."

"I could still play the whole second half of the season that way!" she said
hopefully.

"I really love your enthusiasm," he said and Natalie was beginning to get the
feeling that the 28-year-old physical therapist was hitting on her a bit. "I'm
also going to recommend a mild steroid for you to speed up your recovery
period. It's not required that you take it, and you'll be OK if you decide not
to. I just want to let you know that you might find yourself getting stronger
and more muscular all around your body if you lift weights when you are taking
this. Some girls don't want that. So I'm just letting you know."

Natalie was a strong girl already, standing at 5'6 and weighed 135 solid
pounds. She could still picture what it felt like when that big beast on the
other team levelled her and caused her to break her arm. She didn't want
anything like that to happen again. She wished she could have been stronger
and more muscular when that had happened.

"Yes, I want to take it."

So Natalie immediately picked up her prescription and she scheduled a gym
session with Jerry to get everything going. She showed up early the next
morning for their session dressed in a tank-top and a short pair of shorts.
She wasn't trying to look sexy or anything, but she was self-conscious about
the cast that she had on, and she wanted to show off that the rest of her body
was really fit.

"OK, so I just want to get you warmed up before we get into your arm
exercises,' Jerry said to her. "Let's do some squats. You ever squatted with
free weights before?" Natalie shook her head in the negative. "OK, we'll start
you off light then. You look like you're in good shape. We'll start you off at
135 pounds squatting."

So Natalie did that and although she could feel the weight on her shoulders a
little bit, it didn't feel like she was doing anything with her legs. She did
fifteen reps with no problem before Jerry stopped her. She wanted to keep
going to show how strong she was and was a little annoyed that he had stopped.

"Alright, not bad at all," he said with a laugh. "You seemed to handle that
with no problem. I'm going to add another fifty pounds on there if you don't
mind. I think you can handle it."

"Go for it."

She was able to squat the 185 pounds without a problem as well. Her first set,
Jerry had looked amused at the ease that she was able to squat with, but now
he looked more surprised than amused. After she easily did that set, he added
more weight to get her up to 225.

Once again, she was able to do that with no problem. As she was easily doing
her reps she looked down at her legs. She had always had muscular "soccer"
legs but this was bringing her mind back in time to a few years earlier when
she was 18-years-old and training in the weight room for her first soccer
season of college.

She wasn't squatting at that time but she was on the leg press machine. She
didn't know what a good amount to leg press was, as she had never really
lifted weights before. She looked at a guy on the same machine that was next
to her and he had four 45-pound plates on each side.

He was kind of a thin guy and she knew him, a guy that was a year older than
she was, so she figured that if he could do 4 plates on each side that she
should be able to handle three plates. She did that with absolutely no problem
and then was able to do four plates on each side without a problem either.

She looked at the guy do his set and he was only able to do six reps with that
amount of weight. She threw another plate on each side. It was tougher but she
was still able to do ten reps. She threw another plate on each side. With five
plates on each side she was able to do eight reps and probably could have done
more. That was at least two extra reps than the guy next to her with almost a
hundred pounds more weight.

The guy then took the plates off the machine he was working on and walked away
soon after that. When that happened Natalie felt powerful. As a female she had
always been told that she was weaker than men and had always just assumed that
she was. But she didn't feel weaker then. The feeling that she was more
powerful than that guy was a great one.

As the good feeling of power shot throughout her body, she felt another good
feeling that day - it was a feeling of being turned on. She was a virgin the
day that had happened and she never really even masturbated. But she did that
day. She actually rushed back home so she could do so. And that experience
gave her some material to masturbate to moving forward.

So as she squatted the 225 pounds with no problem and then added more weight
after that to put it up to 255 and did that fairly easily, it brought her back
to that experience that she had when she was leg pressing. She looked at her
legs muscles flexing as she did the weight and she had a feeling that Jerry
didn't have that kind of strength. That made her feel like she had more power
than he did - and it made her feel horny.

"Wow," Jerry said when she racked the weight and it looked like he was
intimidated by her which turned her on even more. "You really got that
squatting thing down. Let's work on your arms now."

He showed her some arm weight exercises that were more designed to help her
rehab her bad arm than make her actually gain strength. But she was still able
to lift more than Jerry expected her to - she was able to tell by his reaction
again. She liked getting that reaction from him.

So a couple of weeks went by and Natalie's recovery was going much faster than
she anticipated. Not only was she healing at an extremely fast rate, but she
was getting extremely strong. The constant weightlifting combined with the
steroid that she was taking had her growing a lot of muscle. After just two
weeks she was able to squat over 300 pounds.

"I want to try and bench press," she said to Jerry one day when she was
working out with him.

She had always seen a lot of the guys doing it. She had only once seen a
female bench press. While the guys were usually benching between 175 - 300
pounds, the one female that she had seen do the exercise was only able to lift
the 45 pound bar. Natalie planned on doing a lot more than that.

"I wouldn't recommend that. It's not really necessary for your recovery and
honestly - it's not an exercise that females tend to do." She didn't like that
remark at all. As far as she was concerned, exercises shouldn't be related to
gender. She had gotten the feeling working out with Jerry that he was a bit of
a sexist, but now she really felt that way.

"I want to bench press." She said it sternly though didn't add anything else.
She didn't want to argue, but she wanted it to be clear that she was going to
do this.

"Oh OK." He spoke a bit nervously. This guy had witnessed her squat over 300
pounds and Natalie would have wagered the remainder of the soccer season that
this skinny guy couldn't do anywhere near that much. She liked that he had the
ability to intimidate him a bit. "We can start warming up with the bar."

"I don't want to warm up with the bar. How much can you bench?" He looked
nervous again. She loved it.

"I don't know," he said and she could tell he was hoping the subject would
change, though she wasn't going to let it. "200 maybe."

She looked at him. She knew how guys were. If you asked a guy how many girls
he had slept with he'd always add a few extra to that number. She had never
asked a guy how much he could bench press before, but she was pretty sure that
a guy would be the same when we asked about how much he could lift.

"Maybe 175," he said, without her saying or doing anything to prompt that
correction other than just staring at him. She didn't say anything. She just
threw a 45-pound plate on each side of the bar and then an additional ten
pound plate on each side. She crossed her arms and looked at him.

"There's 155," she said. "Let's see if you can do it."

"We're here for you, not for me."

"Come on! We're friends. I just want to see how much you can do - it would
motivate me. Come on, have a little fun."

She knew that being a good looking girl worked to her advantage to get what
she wanted and this was another one of those times. She watched him smile
uncomfortably, enjoying that power that she had over him, as he got down on
the bench. She watched him get down and begin.

She saw the look on his face, the skinny guy actually trying to look like he
was tough, as he prepared to lift the weight. He did the first rep once and
was able to bang out a couple looking like it wasn't much of a problem for
him, although Natalie could tell that he was having more trouble with the
weight than he was leading on.

After the fourth rep he struggled and was able to do two after that until he
attempted a seventh rep and the bar just got stuck on his chest. Natalie
attempted a straight face but couldn't help but smirk a little bit as she had
to assist her own trainer with lifting what she didn't consider a lot of
weight at all.

He looked embarrassed as he got up and Natalie then had him get off of the
bench, which he seemed reluctant to do in fear of what he would discover when
she attempted to bench the same amount of weight. She laid down excitedly and
started to lift. Even with her arm still not fully healed she was able to put
up ten reps with no problem and she knew that she easily could have done more.

"Throw another 25 pounds on each side," she said with a bossy tone at her
trainer without even sitting up.

"That's fifty extra pounds," he said uncomfortably and she knew she was in
complete control of the man. "I wouldn't recommend ... "

"Do it!" she interrupted. "You work for me!"

She hadn't intended to be that bossy and she still respected the man for his
scientific knowledge but it just came right out. But looking so humiliated
that he was getting shown up by a female college student, he did exactly what
she said and added the weight to each side. Natalie was now set to attempt to
bench press 205.

Jerry attempted to put his hands underneath the bar like he was going to help
her with the lift off but to show that she didn't need him at all, she
proceeded to lift it off the rack and begin her set before he was able to
touch it. She felt a little pain in her arm as she did the first rep but her
adrenaline of excitement quickly made her forget about that as she began doing
the reps. It wasn't easy for her, but she was incredibly able to do eight reps
at 205 pounds and when she racked the weight it looked like she could have
done a couple of more if she wanted to. She proudly sat up and looked at Jerry
who looked blown away.

"Think you could do that much?" she said to him.

"Probably not," he responded, clearly passed the point of thinking it was wise
to challenge her.

"Looks like this training is working well," she said and she couldn't hide the
smirk on her face.

So Natalie continued her workout regime over the next week, watching her own
muscles grow, and looking at the amazement on Jerry's face about not only her
recovery time but how strong she had gotten. She got to the point where she
could bench 225 pounds and squat 350 pounds, putting on muscle as she did so
but still maintaining a feminine figure that she had to say, looked quite
sexy.

"So you're ready to get back on the soccer field?" Cameron said one night when
they were lying in bed, her cast off and everything. "Looks like your training
with Mr. Jerry there worked out well for you."

Natalie could recognize the complete sarcasm in her boyfriend's voice. He was
a typical guy that had to just make some sort of smart-ass comment and
couldn't just be happy for her. She thought back to a time when she was just a
couple of months into her first semester of her freshman year of college,
18-years-old at the time.

She was going for a walk with this guy, Mike, another 18-year-old freshman and
the two of them were getting flirty. They started to play-fight. He grabbed
her by the wrists and tried to take her down. She planted those strong soccer
legs of hers and he wasn't able to move her.

The two of them wrestled around a bit on their feet before Natalie ultimately
was able to overpower the guy who had stronger arms than she did, but his leg
strength didn't even come close in comparison to hers and that made all of the
difference. She took him down, got on top of him, and she sat on his chest.

She remembered to look of sheer humiliation that was on his face as she was
able to keep him down and he couldn't get her off of him. She wore shorts that
day and she remembered looking down at her thick, strong legs holding him
down, the poor guy so helpless. He was trying to laugh it off like he was just
playing around but she knew better. Ultimately she let him up without him
having to ask, not wanting to embarrass the poor guy too much. But she knew
that she had gotten him and she knew that he knew that too.

Natalie had sex with Mike that night. He was just an immature college kid at
the time that had thought his flirting was successful and that was how he was
able to get Natalie 'in bed'. The truth was that looking at her thick, strong
legs holding him down in the grass just really turned her on. She was
extremely horny when that happened and she would have had sex with just about
anyone after that just to satisfy her. It was the first time she had ever had
such an urge.

Now here she was with her skinny boyfriend, much stronger than she was that
night when she had sex with Mike. Her legs were much stronger than they were
back then and she got excited thinking about what she'd be able to do to him.
With Mike she was young and inexperienced and she just wanted to make him
happy so she didn't try to dominate him in bed. But with Cameron she didn't
care.

"Yeah, rehab is going well," she said to Cameron confidently, seeing if
raising the tone of her voice would get that smirk off of the cocky guy's face
but, of course, it didn't. "I'm ready to get back on the soccer field and kick
some ass."

"Gonna kick some ass on the soccer field, huh?"

"Yup. And I'm also going to do it right now."

She grabbed him by the front of his shirt with both of her hands and realized
how easy it was to throw him right down on the bed. She enjoyed the sheer look
of shock that she saw on his face when he went down, not knowing what hit him.
She jumped on him and straddled him. She looked down at him and giggled.

"What the hell was that?" he said, looking like he was wondering what he was
going to do.

"Just got taken down by your girlfriend? How does that feel?"

"Yeah, I totally wasn't ready for that. Lucky you got me off guard."

"Oh, is that right? Here, let's see what you can do when you're ready for it?"

Completely confident that she could easily throw him down again whether he was
ready for it or not, she eagerly got off of him and kneeled on the side of
him. She looked at him get up very slowly with an awkward look on his face,
looking like he was trying to determine if he actually wanted her to try and
do that again. He was now kneeling, still looking awkward.

"Come on," she said excitedly as she patted her own chest and challenged him.
"I'll even give you the first chance. See if you can take me down."

"This is so stupid."

"What's the matter, big man? Afraid you can't take down your girlfriend? Come
on - show me what man you are - that would turn me on. If you can take me down
and hold me down I'll let you do whatever you want with me. Anything. Can't
beat that offer, huh?"

She waited in anticipation of how he was going to respond to that, thinking
that he was going to try and come up with some excuse not to, how matter how
pathetic it would be. She had no doubt that she could take him based on how
much she had been lifting recently - she just wondered if throwing him down
the way she did was enough to make him realize it.

While she was observing that, he sneak-attacked her, and it did catch her
off-guard a bit. He got his hands on her shoulders, throwing her off-balance,
and he was almost able to take her down. But she was able to keep her balance
once she was able to fend off his initial attack she knew that he wasn't going
to be able to get her down.

She grabbed him back and the two of them pushed back and forth at each other a
little bit. Neither was taking complete control, but she thought it was pretty
obvious that she was the stronger of the two, as he really looked like he was
struggling and she just smiled like it was a game to her.

All she needed to do was put a little more strength into it and she was able
to force her boyfriend down on his back with ease when she did so. Looking
humiliated that he got taken down by his girlfriend he started to up his
intensity level, pushing at her noticeably harder.

Natalie pushed her right hand into his left bicep then her left hand into his
right bicep as she sat down on his sternum area and held him down. His face
was getting red and he was getting sweaty, while he huffed and puffed trying
to get her off of him. But he couldn't do so.

With the position that she was in she was able to hold him down without much
effort and she watched his different pathetic efforts as he attempted to get
free. He shook his shoulders around a bit but with her sitting on him and his
biceps pinned down, that barely accomplished anything.

He tried to lift his hips up but her strong butt sitting on his upper body
kept him down so he could barely get his hips and butt off of the bed at all.
He started kicking his legs around, still not accomplishing anything, and
looking even more desperate. When he realized he was just tiring himself out
with that, he gave up on fighting, and just looked up at his girlfriend with a
surprised, defeated look, as she just looked down at him and smiled.

"I beat ya," she said with satisfaction.

"Whatever. Would you just get off of me now?"

"Not yet. I said that I'd let you do whatever you wanted with me if you were
able to hold me down. Since I pinned you down it's only fair that I do
whatever I want with you."

The look of shock on his face just grew as he looked right into her eyes and
she could feel how wet her pussy was getting from seeing how helpless and
scared the cocky guy looked. Being a girl and still being only of college age,
she had always felt that she had to just go with the flow when she was having
sex. But that was about to change.

This time she grabbed the bottom of the shirt he was wearing with both of her
hands and forcefully pulled it right up over his arms and head and off of him.
She looked at his skinny, naked upper body and she giggled as she playfully
slapped it a couple of times. She then threw his shirt aside.

She then spun her butt around and turned to her back was facing him. She
worked on undoing his pants while he tried his best to push her off of her.
She loved feeling him unable to do so because she was sitting on him. It gave
her such a feeling of power to be controlling him by sitting on him and that
made her ever wetter. She pulled off his pants and boxer shorts and his hard
cock stood straight up.

"Oh you like this, don't you?" she said as she tightly wrapped her hand around
his cock to further show the control that she had over him. "You better.
You're going to need this nice and hard when I'm ready."

She stroked his cock a few times, just enough to tease him before letting go
of it. Normally once she started stroking him he couldn't take it if she
didn't keep going and she always would to make sure she satisfied him. But
this time he was going to have to wait.

She spun back around so she was facing him again, enjoying the look on his
face - he looked weak, confused, and like he didn't know what to do - that was
exactly how she liked it. She was going to fuck him, but first she needed some
treatment that she didn't get enough of.

She lifted her butt off of him and kneeled, above him, just enough so she was
able to get her shorts and her panties off. Her pussy was so wet and she moved
it in close to his face, roughly grabbing him by his hair in the back of his
head once she got close enough.

She looked at the look of shock on his face one more time, so satisfying for
her before she pulled it right into her pussy. Her feeling of excitement grew
that much more feeling how powerful she was over him right then as she
prepared to make him service her, whether that was what he wanted right then
or not.

"Go ahead and eat me out," she said and it quickly made her angry when she
heard a muffled objection and he pushed on her muscular thighs like he was
actually trying to get away from her. "Are you serious right now? You should
want to please me. You better get to work or you are going to make me
unhappy."

Knowing how he was, she figured that he was still going to resist thinking
that she'd just give in like she normally had done in the past. She was
prepared to really bring it on if that happened. But that was what made it all
the more exciting for her when she felt his tongue enter her wet pussy and get
to work.

"Come on," she said, although he was doing a fairly good job, but she felt she
was at the point where she could bully him into putting more effort into it.
"Really get into it, come on!"

And when he did exactly what she wanted him to, sticking his tongue up there
even more, and moving it around more aggressively, it was extremely satisfying
for her. She let out and extremely loud, girly sounding scream, not holding
back in the least, and she squeezed his hair as hard as she could, not caring
if it hurt him.

"Very good!" she said, but her tone sounded just like she was pleased but not
like she was actually giving him any credit or anything. "You better be ready
to fuck me now!"

She pushed her hands down into her forehead and she pushed herself off of him.
She turned around and was pleased to see that his cock was still rock hard. As
much as she loved controlling him, she did want him to be pleased too, and of
course she was going to need him to perform.

"Ooh, still nice and hard," she said excitedly to her speechless boyfriend as
she tightly grabbed a hold of his cock again, enough to make sure he stayed
hard, but not to the point where she risked him cumming. "Perfect."

She moved back towards his dick and when she did she saw him start to sit him.
She shoved him right back down and he stayed lying down, knowing better than
to disobey. She sat her pussy down on his dick and it felt so good going right
up inside of her when she was so wet.

She bounced up and down on his cock a couple of times and quickly sped up the
pace so she was fucking him hard. She loved being on top and having all of the
control, but at the same time she didn't want to be the one doing all of the
work either. She then leaned forward, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt
that she still had on, and she fell backwards, taking him with her.

She really enjoyed the look of surprise that was on his face, still unable to
do anything about what she was doing to him. Now lying on her back with him on
the top, she wrapped her powerful legs around his ribs and she just squeezed.
She squeezed as hard as she could and just looked him straight in the eyes to
see if his expression would change.

What she observed was really enjoyable for her. She could see the look of
surprise on his face turning to a look of fear and then a look of pain. His
face was getting quite red and he was sweating while his eyes were getting
bloodshot while they teared up. She looked down at her own legs, so impressed
with the muscles that she could see in them as she squeezed harder.

Not wanting to hurt him too badly, she loosened up just a little bit and she
grabbed him by the collar of his shirt again. She used her grip on his shirt
but mainly her strong legs to control his body and move him back and forth.
She could feel his extremely hard cock penetrating her wet pussy and she loved
it - the best part about it was the control she had.

"Yes!" she yelled as she watched her boyfriend helplessly go with the flow
some more. "Yes!! Now you take over - and fuck me hard - you better do a good
job. And you better not fucking cum before I do!"

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