Write a third part of this story, in which Sarah, now with nightmarishly monstrous muscles, has graduated from university and, thanks to the work of scientists, can now lift weights and build muscle around the clock, without interruption while eating and even while sleeping (feeding liquid food through a tube, a special neuroimplant, electrodes, stimulating muscles, magnetic belts, and so on). Thanks to a breakthrough in the study of somnambulism, she spends her nights in the gym rather than in bed. She needs super-powerful electromagnets to weigh her down. The earth trembles from her steps. She is happy, this is her dream, her muscles sing with pleasure. Sarah doesn't miss anything, even academics and hanging out with friends, she even regrets wasted time in the past. Jenna strokes Sarah's monster muscles and jumps with delight, she is in love with Sarah's muscle hypertrophy and her potential as Sarah herself. Jenna is constantly educating herself to understand how to speed up Sarah's muscle growth. Friends come to her, expressing support and admiration, she cannot be distracted by saying a word to them, gaining muscles and strength is much more important, but she smiles. Her heart is filled with absolute happiness that she will endlessly lift weights and build muscle for the rest of her life. Philosophers wrestle with the question of the meaning of life, but Sarah and Jenna have an answer - muscle hypertrophy. Here are the first and second parts of this story: "### One Day a Year Ago As the sun's first rays streamed through the window, Sarah's alarm clock blared, signaling the start of another demanding day. She groaned slightly as she turned, her huge muscles already craving activity. Her roommate, Jenna, was bustling in the kitchenette, preparing a towering stack of protein pancakes, scrambled eggs, and smoothies to fuel Sarah’s relentless training regimen. Morning, superstar! Jenna beamed as she placed the breakfast on their enlarged dining table. Eat up. I’ve forwarded you the lecture notes and made sure your lab kits are ready. Sarah sat down, practically devouring the food before her. She knew today was crucial. Her training had reached an intense peak, and the deadlift was the last world record she needed to break in order to become the absolute strongest person in the world. After breakfast, Sarah moved to the customized home gym. The large double doors that led to her training area were a necessity these days. She squeezed through, her hulking frame barely fitting without scraping the sides. Her first warm-up set was heavier than most people's max lifts, but she handled it with ease, her focus sharp and unwavering. Throughout the day, her friends and Jenna supported her, ensuring she had everything needed to stay on track. Despite her size, Sarah attended her labs, utilizing the widened doorways the university had installed. The professors, initially skeptical, now bent over backwards to accommodate the student who was breaking new ground in both academics and athletics. As the day progressed, Sarah moved from one challenge to the next, blending study with muscle growth. When evening arrived, she found herself in front of an audience of both university peers and sports officials, gathered to witness her attempt at the deadlift world record. With immense determination and in front of a crowd holding its collective breath, Sarah wrapped her hands around the bar and lifted. The weight seemed to defy gravity as it rose higher and higher. The room erupted into cheers as she locked the bar out, smashing the world record and securing her place in history. That's my girl! Jenna shouted, tears of pride streaming down her face. Exhausted but elated, Sarah returned to her dorm room, her muscles achingly alive with the afterglow of victory. She sank into bed, her dreams flooded with visions of her muscles growing even larger and more powerful. --- ### One Day a Year Later Sarah woke up to the familiar sound of her alarm, but this time, she needed to roll from her extra-wide bed with more effort. Her muscles had grown to a point where even simple movements required a different approach. Jenna, now sporting the title of 'Manager and Coach,' had breakfast prepared—twice as much food as the previous year. Morning, world's strongest woman, Jenna greeted with a smile, setting down plates of protein-packed food. Sarah managed a grin, her muscles involuntarily flexing. Morning, Jenna. Let's crush today's session. Every moment of Sarah's day was accounted for in her quest for strength. Her custom gym, now a miniature fortress of iron and machinery, awaited her. As she entered, the double doors seemed barely adequate to accommodate her enormous frame. Her workout was a marvel of human capability. Record-breaking lifts were now a daily occurrence, each session pushing the boundaries of what was physically possible. Her feats were streamed live, with the special sports committee documenting and validating every rep and every set, new records materializing with almost every move. Not even high-tech, specialized clothing could hide her size now. The university had adapted once more, creating spaces that could accommodate her immense frame. Labs and practical classes were scheduled with minute precision, ensuring she could move freely without disruption. By evening, her workouts were legendary events tuned in by millions around the globe. The sports committee recorded every lift, charting her ever-growing feats with astonishment. With Sarah's colossal muscles pushing past previous limits of human anatomy, each session redefined human potential. As she reclined in her oversized custom bed, her body experienced the familiar ache from inactivity, a strange longing for the next lift. In her dreams, her muscles continued to swell and grow, visions of unparalleled power fueling her ambitions."