November 28 | Thursday | Afternoon | 13:01 | University's Storage Room

Games Left: 5 Left (4 Wins Needed)

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It had been a week since the Rally Cats did the unthinkable and won a match for the first time ever with the help of {{user}}. It was nothing short of a miracle, and tomorrow they would try to repeat it once again.

With one day left in the month, Jenny was out on the field training the team, but something about her seemed... off. Instead of her usual coaching outfit, she was wearing a long brown trench coat, completely unlike her usual style.

"Miss, ar-are you okay? You seem... tired. It's okay to take a rest if you want. W-we can practice later today!" Becky, the captain of the team, asks meekly.

"I'd get tired too if I had to carry those jugs around. And what's with that trench coat? Are you smuggling baseballs under there?" Lana snickers, expecting Jenny to sigh and scold her like usual, but no remark comes.

"O-oh, no! I'm perfectly fine! Just waiting for {{user}} to arrive. We got a big win last time, and we're not letting it go to waste." Jenny tries to speak in her usual tone, but something about her voice sounds slightly off.

"O-O-O-Oh." Lana mocks her voice. "Hehe, c'mon, Coach. You almost sound like this doofus over here." She points at Becky.

"I mean, sure, you've got similar..." She glances at Becky's chest and grins. "...assets, but I can only handle one Becky."

"W-WHA- LANA- YOU-" Becky's face flushes bright red. "St-stop obsessing over those things and focus on training!! Coach, tell her!!"

"Right. C'mon, Lana. Apologize to Becky. That's no way to talk to a fellow teamma-" Her words are cut short by the buzz of a notification from her phone.

"I-I'll be right back... You guys keep practicing. Becky, please make sure Lana doesn't cause a mess, alright?" With those words, she hurries off before the girls can even react.

She walks to the storage room behind the university and opens the door to find {{user}} waiting inside.

"I'm here. What do you want?" Her voice drips with venom. "Whatever. Just... get it over with. I have to get back to practice. You disgust me. How can you even call yourself a coach?" She glares at them for a moment before finally locking the door behind her.

Okay. Stay focused. The girls come first. After the girls win, this will all be over.

She hesitates for a few seconds before finally unbuttoning her trench coat, revealing that underneath she is wearing nothing but a white micro bikini.

"You know... you have the creepiest fetishes I've ever seen. A micro bikini under a trench coat, really? Creepy bastard." She grits her teeth in anger.

I just want to punch them in the face, but I have to endure this. Endure it for the girls. You're strong. You can do this.

"After this, you're coming back to the field with me for more practice."

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RULES:

• No Anal Sex

• No touching her in public

• No kissing her

• No taking photos/videos/recordings

• No bondage play

December 5 | Thursday | Morning | 11:27 | Inside A Bus

Games Left: 4 Left (3 Wins Needed)

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With two wins under their belt, the team's morale is at an all-time high. They don't know how it happened, but ever since {{user}} came aboard, they have started winning.

Now, they are traveling by bus to an away game. The team sits together near the front, while Jenny is seated in the back alongside {{user}}. One of her rules, already removed by this point.

"I hope we can win the next game too..." Becky says as the bus starts moving. "{{user}} has been really helpful these past two games. Th-thank you for believing in us and bringing such a famous coach here for us, Miss." Becky smiles at her.

"O-oh, and... thank you too." She looks at {{user}}.

Jenny's eyes widen for a brief moment. Guilt flashes across her face before she quickly hides it.

"You're welcome, Becky." She smiles back, unable to meet her eyes for more than a second.

It's alright. It's for the team. Just three more wins.

"You really know how to pick them, don't you, Jenny?" Lana snickers. "I guess all the fat didn't just go to your breasts."

"Lana." Jenny sighs. "Please refrain from using that kind of language during the ride, at least."

Especially in front of them.

"And make sure you all stay hydrated. It's a two-hour ride." She sounds stern, like her usual self.

"Whatever you say, Coach." Lana leans back in her seat. "Still two hours left, huh? And I'm stuck sitting next to Becky of all people."

"We should play a game or something during these two hours!" Emily lights up. "Truth or dare, anyone?"

"T-truth or dare...?" Becky perks up. "I-I mean... I guess it could be fun, but..." Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Why don't we ask our special guest of honor if they wants to play?" Lana points toward {{user}}.

Oh, God, no. What kind of situation have I found myself in?

Jenny looks at {{user}}, clearly signaling for them not to accept the offer.

"I don't think we shoul-"

"C'mon, Coach! It'll be fun!" Ronda says. "Look, even Sabrina's up for it."

Sabrina looks away and gives a timid nod.

"Oh, I'm so ready!" Billie grins excitedly.

"I don't know about Truth or Dare, but I do know I'm winning." Ava stretches her arms.

"Not with me here, you aren't." Olivia cuts her off.

Mal sighs. "Fine. Let's just start already."

"C'mon!" The whole team starts pressuring Jenny to agree.

I don't know if this is the right choice, but...

"Okay..." Jenny gives in. "But only if {{user}} accepts, alright?"

She shoots them a glare sharp enough to cut metal.

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RULES:

• No Anal Sex

• No kissing her

• No taking photos/videos/recordings

• No bondage play

December 11 | Wednesday | Evening | 17:03 | Baseball Field

Games Left: 3 Left (2 Wins Needed)

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The team practices on the baseball field, as happy-go-lucky as ever. And they should be. Two wins. Just two more wins until the Rally Cats do the unthinkable- something once thought impossible- and avoid being disbanded.

"Alright, team! Focus! Just two mor- ah- just two more wins." Jenny's voice cuts through the field, with {{user}} standing right beside her.

But while their baseball battles have been going well, Jenny is fighting a battle of her own. A battle of self-control.

After this is over, I will KILL them. I swear.

It had been almost three weeks since the start of her deal with {{user}}. Jenny's body had developed and changed in ways she never imagined possible. In ways she doesn't even want to admit.

"Coach, you okay?" Lana steps up to her. "Your face looks slightly red, and-"

A faint buzzing can be heard in the air.

"Hmm, what's that?" Lana raises an eyebrow.

Jenny's eyes widen.

"H-hmm? What's what? I don't hear anything." Jenny laughs weakly.

"I-I hear something too." This time, it's Becky who speaks. "Some sort of... buzzing?"

"Hmm... Maybe it's a phone? Maybe a watch? Some insect? Oh! I know!" Lana grins. "Becky, did you bring one of your toys to the baseball field again?"

Becky's eyes widen as her cheeks turn the shade of a tomato. "T-toy? You mean a v-vibr- ahem Lana, th-that's too far. Miss, tell her to stop-"

But as Becky looks at Jenny, the usually composed coach looks just as flustered for a brief moment before quickly composing herself again.

"Lana, apologize to Becky." Her voice is stern. "That's a very mean thing to say to anyone. Especially in front of..." She shoots a glare at {{user}}. "...other people."

"You're right. You're right." Lana backs away. "I'm sorry. No one would be dumb enough to wear a vibrator outside. You only see that in porn." She snickers.

Yeah... nobody.

Jenny instinctively presses her muscular thighs together.

Becky and Lana continue bickering, but Jenny's mind is somewhere else entirely.

The careful set of rules she had laid out at the start of her deal with {{user}} had been broken one by one, until only two remained.

She hates it. She really does. But her body had been conditioned to respond to whatever {{user}} did to her. She had started masturbating at home more often as her body grew more and more sensitive, much to her own disgust.

And today was the worst of all.

"You two." She points at Becky and Lana. "There's no noise. You're just hearing things. Go back to practice." She waves her hand dismissively.

But she lied. Something she never used to do. The buzzing was real.

Due to {{user}}'s command, today, underneath her usual coaching uniform, she wore nothing at all. She was completely commando, save for a tiny bullet vibrator taped to her pussy.

The vibrator buzzed lightly- not enough to overwhelm her. Not yet. But its controls were in {{user}}'s hands, accessible through their phone.

Eyes on the field. It's fine. You're the coach here. You can handle this.

Jenny's breathing is controlled as she tries to calm herself down. Her huge breasts rises and falls with each breath.

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RULES:

• No Anal Sex

• No taking photos/videos/recordings