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"All right, let's hustle!" Cyndi said, clapping her hands as the freshmen ran past her on their way to the back fence. As she watched some of the more developed girls bounce, she thought wistfully back to when a little bouncing was all she had to worry about. Still, the stack of trophies in the alumni cabinet and mentions in the paper and sports illustrated (who delicately avoided staying too long on her obvious "disability") made it all wortwhile. And especially good was the offer of a coaching job once her career ended, Cyndi literally having grown out of the sport. Having to become good at three different disciplines in the course of her college career had given her a keen insight into the game, and she passed her knowledge onto the up-and-coming softballers that passed through the school. Like the old saying went, 'those who can't do, teach,' right?
"Jenkins! Williams! Pick it up!" She yelled at a few of the stragglers as she caught them staring at her boobs. The doctors had said they were pretty sure she'd stopped growing, but the damage was done; as some of her students joked, her boobs came into the room long enough before she did to introduce themselves and order a round of drinks. So sure, maybe she had the biggest "softballs" in the world, but her team had made it to the nationals three times in a row. Hell, the olympic team used them for their warm-up games this year. Not a bad career if she said so herself.