Sorority Experience Spinoff: Hannah’s Soccer Ball

There was a girl, no, she was definitely a woman, that I’ve been eying ever since I started attending college. She truly is something to behold, tall, short hair. But more than that, it was clear she never skipped leg day in the gym, or arms day, abs day, or cardio day. She might as well have been sculpted from marble, every muscle on her body was visible, but not overly exaggerated like a bodybuilder.

Yes, Hannah was the absolute definition of muscle mommy, and I would lick her sweaty body clean, armpits and feet included, if that earned me an ounce of her attention. I was disappointed to see her missing from the gym for a while, but then as I was running the stairs at the university stadium where our football and soccer games are played, I saw her. She was sitting in the first row of the bleachers, leaning back on the row behind her with her legs crossed.

My heart nearly beat out of my chest, and my cock nearly busted out of my shorts, such was my excitement. Her clothes looked like they were painted on, they were so tight. She had a black pair of compression shorts and an olive drab sports bra. My heart skipped a beat when I realized that her cleavage was visible through a slit down the front.

“Alright, Chris, no more delays, today’s the day,” I muttered to myself and started to approach her.

I didn’t approach directly, but rather acted as if my workout just happened to take me in her direction. Soon I was close enough to say something, and I slowed, trying to play it off like I just saw her. She was muttering to herself as I approached.

“Stupid Hannah,” she seemed to be scolding herself. “My first day wearing my new Carley-bra and I forgot to bring a damn soccer ball…”

I was a bit confused at the phrase she used for her sports bra, but quickly dismissed it. Must be the brand name, but who cares.

“Hi!” I called, trying to sound as casual as I could. “Hannah right? I’m Chris, mind if I join you for a bit?”

Hannah turned to look, but then turned away as soon as she saw me, reaching to pick up her phone that I could now see was on the bench next to her. I was caught off-guard by her nonchalance and how she barely acknowledged me, but I had been admiring her for too long to let this chance pass me by.

“I see you in the gym a lot, you on any teams?” I asked, still trying to strike up a conversation.

Hannah didn’t respond, she just tapped through her phone for a bit. I’ll admit that I was a bit turned off by the fact that she was ignoring me, but I was confident that I could get her to agree to a date.

I opened my mouth to continue, but paused when Hannah raised her phone to point at me like she was taking a picture. Before I could ask her what she was doing, I felt a weird sensation falling over me, almost like I was passing out. I tried to speak, but my voice failed.

Then suddenly I was falling, no, not falling, shrinking? What the hell was happening? I started to panic as my body seemed to be changing shape. My arms and legs, and other parts, pulled into my torso, which ballooned outward. Finally it stopped and I was left feeling bloated and helpless.

I looked up at Hannah, hoping she had some answers. She had stood up during my dizzying transformation and now towered over me. I was looking straight across at her shins. As my eye line traced up her body, I felt a wave of arousal coming over me. Hannah struck an imposing figure towering over me like a clocktower. Despite the panic of whatever happened to me, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of arousal. I was nothing to her now, just a tiny nothing to be used at her whim…

Suddenly, she bent over toward me, her torso and partially exposed chest hovering over me. As I admired her impressive form, her arms reached out and took a hold of me, one on each side. Hannah’s warm hands felt as large as my torso against me. Her grip tightened and I was lifted up with dizzying speed until I was up at eye level.

“I’m on the soccer team!” she finally responded to me, a smile crossing her face.

Without warning, she hauled me back in one hand and threw me out into the center of the field. I screamed in my mind, the terror of flying through the air making me tense up my entire body. I braced for impact, but when I did hit the turf, it didn’t really hurt, at least not nearly as much as it should have. I bounced a few times, spinning over myself awkwardly.

That’s when I realized what happened to me. Hannah had used the Transform-It app on her phone to turn me into a soccer ball! My spinning, flying journey had me turned around, and when I finally found her again, she was running full speed toward me. Her foot shot out to meet me, causing a feminine yelp to run through my head.

She kicked me, though not as hard as I would have expected, then again, and again. My world was being thrown around as Hannah apparently dribbled me between her feet as she sprinted down the field. I couldn’t tell which way was up, my view of the field and Hannah moving too rapidly and unpredictably. Suddenly, a strong kick sent me flying. Even though I knew by now that I wasn’t going to be hurt, I couldn’t help but panic.

I hit something soft and fell down to the ground. I gathered myself to find out that I was in the net, Hannah had kicked me into the soccer net. My mind was blank, still trying to rationalize what was happening. I was with Hannah, which was great, but she was literally kicking me around like I was nothing! 

I was only left there for a moment before she ran over and collected me, cooping me out of the goal with the side of her foot. After another kick to get me out in front of her, I was being dribbled again, presumably on my way to the other end of the field. Every kick was uncomfortable and disorienting, but not outright painful.

Without warning, I was kicked high into the air and my spinning slowed enough to get a look at my surroundings. I was mostly to the other end of the field hovering over Hannah. I started to fall down toward her and what I saw sent a ripple of arousal through me. She stuck out her chest, holding her arms to her side and behind her torso. Almost in slow motion, I struck her chest, part of my surface contacting the exposed flesh of her tits.

Before I could enjoy the feeling, I bounced off and back down to the ground, where she started kicking me again. I was a soccer ball, just an object to be used however my crush wanted. I couldn’t decide if I hated it or loved it…