LordOfLaugh

Coming out of the dressing room was Fila, wearing gym clothes. As she walked down the room, she could see all kinds of girls with different bodytypes. There were buff girls working hard on the lifting area, and plump girls running on the threadmills and the static bikes. All of these people make her feel quite embarrased, as she was, with no doubt, the fattest girl in there. It wasn't always this way, though. When she joined the gym, she was only as chubby as any of the other girls, and her gym clothes were only a little tight on her flabs. Now, however, as she had gotten downright obese, the red shirt she used had become a crop top, exposing clearly her creamy, blubbery belly. Not even her blue gym pants could contain that gut: when the rubber band was over her belly, it stretched so much that it practically begged for the merciful end that would be just snapping off; and even when it was under her belly, that could not save her pants from being really, really tight because of her