The dawn had risen and while most people remained sound asleep, Vanessa woke up. Preparing herself a nutritious smoothie, Vanessa than set out for a quick morning jog. It was a brief outting for she had a volleyball match later in the afternoon. Vanessa's life revolved around volleyball, having devoted her entire teenage years to the sport, she had little else to live for. Vanessa exerecised and diligently followed a diet keeping her physique trim and tone. She had 110 pounds on her 5ft 3 frame, modest b cups, and slightly noticible abs. In normal life, she was often seen wearing a tank top, gym shorts, and her blonde hair wrapped in a pony tail. However she mostly gravitated on the beach and was known for her bikini clad body.
Taking longer than she thought, Vanessa's jog nearly made her late for the match. The stressed girl had to rush through her lunch of granola to make it in time.
"Hey there you are." called out Vanessa's volleyball partner Lisa.
Lisa was Vanessa's childhood friend who after puberty developed large bouncy d cup breasts. Which seemed to be getting bigger lately.
"Sorry I thought I could fit in an extra ten minutes in my jog this morning." Vanessa excused.
"Oh come on. You don't have to train so hard. We should just have fun." Lisa bounced.
Lisa's bounce caught Vanessa's attention.
"Lisa are you following that diet I recommended?" Vanessa asked staring at a prominent belly curve above Lisa's bikini bottom.
"It's too hardddd." Lisa whined.
Vanessa's brow furrowed "Lisa what did you have for breakfast?"
"Oh nothing really. Just some waffles." Lisa admitted.
"Gah that's so fattening!" Vanessa scolded.
"But it's nothing. Really. In fact I ate so little that I had to eat some hotdogs before you got here-oops."
Lisa's accidental confession irritated the hungry Vanessa.
"No wonder you look so fat. Great now I'll have to do all the work during the game.
In reality, Lisa was just a curvy 135 pounds. Ideal proportions and a healthy body. But to the fastidious Vanessa Lisa was obese and useless.
The game started and four bikiniclad girls made their move. Vanessa played hard, pouncing to the ball, striking it to the opponents side. Despite her athletic prowress, Vanessa tired. Drenched in sweat Vanessa pressed on until...
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