This choice: Another athlete? Guess Cassie isn't alone here • Go Back...Chapter #12Run run run as fast as you can by: Unknown In the distance, at the far edge of the track, Cassie could see a lone figure doing some warm-up stretches. As Cassie approached the girl, she could see that this new student was actually, not fat! On approach, she actually looked toned, not as beefy as Cassie, but certainly leaps and bounds more muscular than any other person she had seen so far here.
“Hey!” Cassie called over, trying to get the other girls attention. Stopping mid-squat, the other athlete walked over, allowing Cassie to get a better look at her. She was quite small, barely crossing the 5 feet barrier, with short red hair in a pixie-cut surrounding a “baby-face”. This girl was also wearing proper athletic clothing, a short top that served to only cover the top half of her torso and some running shorts, exposing her midriff and accompanying six-pack. Cassie wasn’t one to be too judgmental when it comes to the bust department, but even her relatively small chest was large compared to this girl, either she strapped sports tape around herself religiously or she had almost no breasts to speak of. Turning her gaze lower, Cassie saw a pair of surprisingly large womanly hips, something the short girl rested her hands on as she started doing some lunges, really really close to Cassie.
“So, who are you?” the exercising girl asked, raising an eyebrow. Ok, this creep was getting WAY to close to Cassie’s crotch with those lunges. Rather than step backwards though, Cassie crossed her thick arms over her chest to try and intimidate the smaller girl.
“I’m Cassie Hart” she snorted, “you?”
“Jean Vandergriff” came the reply, god she was still doing it! Get away you weirdo! “You look like more of a *challenge* than the other girls here” she added.
“Excuse me?” Cassie replied, still not budging.
“Race. I have wanted a running opponent for ages, but everyone here barely wants to walk, let alone run. Waddya say Blondie?” This Jean was grinning like a Cheshire cat now. Cassie grimaced; this girl had no idea who she was dealing with.
“Haha” she bellowed “You’re on red”. Both girls made their way to the white lines indicating the starting point of the track, “Two laps?” Cassie suggested.
“Sure, let me just prepare myself” Jean replied as she eyed up the track then went to her mark, crouching low with her fingertips on the surface. Cassie simply stood ready and began counting.
“One. Two THREE!”
Off like a bullet, Cassie quickly took the lead, her thick legs muscles giving her a clean push-off. Powering forward like a steam train, Cassie was laughing internally, poor sap Jean was going to be sent crying....home.
As Cassie watched with abject horror, Jean’s arms popped up in her peripheral vision, then the rest of Jean, then Cassie was forced to watch Jean’s surprisingly large backside as the gap between them widened. Dam this girl was fast! Cassie tried her best to pick up the pace, but it was like trying to hold water, everything she did was nothing as Jean grew further and further away.
“Woo! Thanks for that, I haven’t had a good race in aaaages!” Jean laughed as she watched the larger girl stagger up behind her and raise a fist.
*CLANG*
Turning to the sudden noise, Jean saw a nearby lampshade quivering slightly as Cassie rested her buff fist on it.
“Shit shit fuck! How the HELL! I NEVER lose!” Cassie’s face was going from tanned to red, rage completely overtaking her. “First I find I have some fat-ass blob of a roommate! Then I eat WAY too much on my first day, and not the good carbo-loading kind. THEN some fucking whale of a gym coach won’t let me use the weight room! And now this! ARRRRGH!” Cassie then began using the metal pole as a punching bag again.
“Wait wait wait, gym coach? Black hair, deep tan?” Jean questioned.
“Yeah that’s the one, fucking fatass, shouldn’t even be a gym coach” Cassie snarled.
“Umm, firstly, never talk about her like that again.....ever” Jean said *ever* in a sinister rasp, creepy... “Secondly, Ashley lets me use it all the time. You just need to get on her good side, let me show you” As Jean finished, she motioned for the larger blonde to follow, heading back towards the castle-like school.
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“Ah, Jean, want to feel the burn again? Good, you’ve been looking flabby recently” the quarter of a ton Ashley Knight pointed out with no hint of the irony from her sedentary position on a reinforced bench.
“Not quite. Ms Knight, this is Cassie Hart, she is my friend and she really wants to use the weight room” Jean motioned towards the tanned blonde standing next to her.
“Hrrmph, I don’t let just anyone in outside of class Jean. Last time some fat blob nearly broke a leg trying to lift something she shouldn’t in there” Ashley grunted, wriggling her immense backside deeper into the bench.
“Well, she did bring you a little something...” Jean said, prodding Cassie’s muscled flank. At this Cassie stepped forward and revealed a box of thick, bulbous jam donuts.
“Hmmm, what flavours are those...?” Ashley asked, her fingers drumming her huge sphere of a gut.
“Strawberry” Cassie hissed out through gritted teeth, Jean had already pointed out it was Ashley’s favorite when picking them out.
“I think I can make an exception, for one of Jean’s friends...now give it here” Ashley, unwilling to waste her energy getting up when there was someone who could just do the walking for her, stretched her wobbling arms out as far as she could to receive the treats. “Here” she burbled thickly as she tossed the keys at Cassie, before piggishly diving into the box, strawberry jam squirting across her cheeks.
“See, you just have to know what she likes” Jean explained as Cassie undid the lock.
“Yeah, food” Cassie grumbled.
“What.did.I.say.about.being.rude.to.her?” Jean replied in a sweet but sinister voice. Cassie rolled her eyes, weirdo.
Heading straight for the treadmill, Cassie found Jean suddenly heading her off.
“I think you would be better off using the weights” she pointed out. As Cassie raised an eyebrow, Jean elaborated. “You don’t have the build for a runner, you have too much up top”
“Nonsense, I wear a sports bra, keeps them in check” Cassie huffed, missing the point entirely.
“No, I mean here” Jean rolled her eyes then did her best to wrap her hand around one of Cassie’s biceps. “You’re way too bulky, too heavy. And look at your legs..”
“What about them?” Snapped Cassie.
“They are rather, short for your stature, you just do not have the build for a runner. But those guns, you could easily lift way more than I ever could” Jean explained.
“And what makes you the expert?” Cassie huffed, not used to someone telling her she couldn’t do something.
“Do you know about proper heel strikes? Dominant legs? Proper positioning for the start of a run?” as Jean listed off Cassie shook her head. “Didn’t think so, it would be much easier for you to train in something you already look like you’re built for rather than start from the bottom, here” as Jean finished she handed over a pair of dumbbells that were resting in the corner. “Try building up your arms and thighs. Oh and do squats, not only will they give you an easier time lifting the really big weight, but they give you a killer booty” at this Jean booty popped her round backside waaay to close to Cassie, again. Using the weights as an excuse to get away from Jean’s backside based display; Cassie parked herself on a bench and began lifting them alternately.
As both girls settled into exercise routines, Cassie still tried to outpace Jean, attempting to life weights faster than Jean could do squats. Her ego was still thoroughly bruised.
“So *grunt*, what’s with all the *puff* fat chicks here?” Cassie asked, breaking the silence.
“Don’t know” Jean quickly responded. “I have only been here a year, but it seems the students don’t arrive big, it’s this place, it seems to have this effect on people”
“You sure none arrive *huff* fat? You should see the *grunt* whale of a freshman I am staying with. God she is HUGE! She looks like a *puff* ball with long hair” Cassie laughed at Arisa’s expense, or rather expanse.
“Hehe, yeah. I don’t know how they all just suddenly let themselves go” Jean replied.
“Just promise me, if I get as big as that cow of a coach, shoot me” Cassie had crossed the line again.
“I TOLD YOU NOT TO INSULT MS KNIGHT” Jean suddenly screamed; ceasing her squats and pressing her face into the seated blondes, fists clenched. This was not in the slightest bit intimidating to Cassie though, as the tanned girl rose to her full height, while not overly tall, she was certainly a head above the red-head.
“Or what?” Cassie snorted; all her muscles seemed to be bulging extra large as she loomed over Jean, hands still holding the dumbbells as she rested them on her hips.
“Ms Knight is the only GOOD teacher here!” Jean argued. “She gives rules, she gives guidelines, and she has authority, not like some of the wishy washy pathetic excuses you get here. She is actually GOOD at her job” Jean was flushed very red as she defended the gigantic blob Cassie had met earlier.
“Heh, whatever you say” Cassie relented, rolling her eyes as she sat back down to continue her workout. Jean huffed this time and went back to her squats. "So, any other tips Ms Exercise-professional?" Cassie asked, completely shrugging off Jean's little explosion.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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