Jen sprinted to class whist recollecting on her feelings for Blaise. The stress of her situation combined with the effort she made running to class caused her to sweat heavily. It was a hot day, and Jen’s thickness only forced her to put more power into running. As she did so, her bosom bounced ecstatically.
Blaise was overcome with Jen’s booty sweat as she made her way to class. He would be feeling nauseous due to motion sickness had he not gotten used to the frequent smell of his crush’s steamy cheeks minutes ago. The bouncing of Jen’s bountiful booty slapping against his small body was nonetheless an enjoyable at this point.
However, this experience was soon halted by Jen coming to a complete stop outside the art room. Jen panted a bit as the trek to the classroom was nonetheless difficult due to it being on the other side of the school. But fatigue was not what stumped this former athlete, rather an audible grumbling in her midsection that caused Jen to put a hand to her tummy. “Oh no, not now.” The rumbling came back in full force, causing Jen to slightly recoil as the action in her bowels signified how close she was to cutting loose. As a wave of gas traveled south, Jen clenched her buttcheeks putting a hand on each cheek. Seemingly ready to burst, her options to avoid embarrassing herself were limited.
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