“Ok ok ok,” you repeat quietly. “Calm down. This obviously isn’t real fat. It’s like…water weight or something. I can work this off right away.”
Your denial kept you motivated. You found your workout clothes, a pink tank top and a pair of black yoga pants, and you hesitated. Normally these were pretty tight on you and you liked it. You liked showing off the hot body you’d worked hard for. You liked turning heads. You loved making less fit girls jealous. But now? You refused to admit it but they might not even fit you.
You tried anyways. Starting with the shirt, it fit easy enough. It was tight as ever, but thanks to your recent growth the outline of your pudgy paunch was on full display. The lower edge of it even peaked out, supple plump flesh that no matter how much you adjusted couldn’t be covered. Giving in, you tried the pants. All was well and good until you got to your thighs. Their new thickness slowed the fabric, making you struggle, but the pants rose up them in spite of them. The moment of truth was when you reached our new fat ass. You pulled and tugged and struggled for nearly fifteen minutes, your skin glistening with sweat from the ‘exercise’, but eventually you got the pants over the girth of your ass.
Examining yourself in the mirror you frowned. You were covered but it didn’t look so good. Belly on display and peeking out and the yoga pants looked painted on. About an inch of the top of your ass remained exposed as well. You looked ridiculous, but it was all you had. You didn’t have anything baggy enough to hide your chub as you never consider being chubby a possibility.
You almost gave up. Go to bed and try to wake up from this nightmare rather than be seen like this, but that was not an option. This late at night, there would be few people in your dorm’s gym. It should be fine.
You left your room and opted for using the elevator this time, heading down to the basement level where your building had its own gym. Letting yourself in, you sighed happily, noting only to other girls in the gym. One was a big girl. She was fat, like 300 some pounds fat and most of her mass settled on her giant gut and fat tits. She probably had the same idea as you, hoping not to be seen this late. She was struggling on a treadmill, moving slowly, sweaty and shaking. The other girl was a bit smaller than you, but shorter so her plumpness spread out more. She was messing with some equipment, obviously she didn’t know what she was doing.
Moving to an empty treadmill on the opposite side of the room, you smirked and commented quietly to yourself…
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