Chapter 140 - #140 /the brunettes/

Mindy’s car should’ve been a less tight squeeze than usual. After all I wasn’t too far off half Mindy’s size and she had been driven to my place in it alongside Deena. Yet thanks to the sheer width of our bottom halves we were still squeezed ridiculously close together. While it wasn’t spectacularly comfortable it did at least provide me with some stimulation. Because barring that the drive was decidedly boring. Were we a more talkative pair we might’ve taken a moment to discuss what her hypothetical practice was. Or even where it would be taking place. But the second we were in the car we fell into a comfortably introverted silence. Both of us taking out our phones and using them for entertainment. A glance at hers revealed her to be watching some footage of what looked to be sumo wrestling. Which might’ve been particularly arousing if it wasn’t guys doing it. So instead I turned my attention to my own phone where I browsed some tech forums that didn't seem to interest me anywhere near as much as they had before I acquired L.B.L Up.

Never the less I still found myself so engrossed I was surprised when we pulled to a stop. A glance outside the window showed what was clearly some manner of gym. Old fashioned in a way that made it look like it was out of some inspiring underdog sports movie. Rundown and slightly decrepit but still lit up, due to the determined spirt of someone dragging some else to practice before the crack of dawn. As lazy as I was, I found the sight of the gym slightly concerning. Though I’m inclined to think I got more exercise than I had in weeks just actually trying to get Deena out of the car. Even with its uniquely helpful butterfly doors, her rear was just fractionally too massive for her ingress and egress to be a sure thing. Requiring some assistance in the form of a shove from behind from yours truly. She grunted out a thank you, as she finally jiggled free of the door's confines. But the experience alone was worth her weight in gold. A considerable sum all things considered. Especially given it made me feel all the smaller when I dismounted with my hips merely brushing the sides of the door frame, instead of getting completely jammed in them.

Yet myself assured high was not to last as waiting for us at the door was a woman who made me feel as elephantine as Deena looked. She had dark skin like Deena’s and a similar shade of dark brown hair, even their eyes were the same. But beyond an exceptionally similar color pallet they couldn’t have been less similar. While Deena’s face was angular and powerful, even with its adipose, this new girl’s face was slightly more youthful and excitable. With big expressive eyes that seemed full of excitement. She was significantly shorter too by about a heads height. Making her a little smaller than me and dwarfed by the giant to whom she shared such similarity. But that wasn’t the only way she was dwarfed by Deena. This stranger's body was put on display by a sports bra and running shorts and it was terrifyingly toned. I could make out of every piece of anatomy on her small body, from the thick yet clearly powerful muscles on her thighs to the six pack on her stomach. In comparison Deena was a mountainous blob and I looked like the melted ice cream I had been scoffing down an hour earlier.

“Oh, hey little sis, sluggish as usual, and you brought a friend to watch you lose” she explained with a chipper sort of determination. It was a struggle to think anyone could call the sheer enormity of the wobbly rolly cheerleader little in any regard. But it was clear sisterly animosity trumped all common sense. “Yeah, I’ll be helping her study while I warm up” Deena explained with a sort of stoicism. The older, marbled sibling huffed a little. I suspected due to how easily her massive younger sibling had brushed off her taunts. “Well fine, but makes sure she’s good with the cameras, given her roots are showing I don’t think you gave her a heads up” the tiny powerhouse explained with a fiery sort of passion. Before jogging into the gym. She had mentioned my hair incredibly casually and with a good-natured tone that suggested it was said with care for my wellbeing. But I’d be lying if I said it didn't get my heckles up a little. Unlike what my lifestyle and aesthetic would suggest I was not an anime protagonist. My hair was dyed when I borrowed the blue needed to make Laura’s signature purple. A sign of sisterly solidarity that I’m usually pretty good at maintaining. Though it was easy to see how a slip up would happen I was still less than pleased to hear a portion of my natural brown locks was on display. And that I was apparently going to be filmed.

“Don’t worry about the whole camera thing, that stuff never airs and even if it did, they’d edit you out” Deena explained quickly with a casual sort of shrug that wobbled her enormity. While that fixed one of my issues it didn't fix the other one. “And your sister is...?” I asked trailing out and leaving my questionably intentionally vague. “Gaia” she said flatly before attempting to heave her enormous form into motion. I wasn’t entirely pleased with the vagueness of her answer. Especially given we were technically there to help me study. But it was rather difficult to stay mad at her while mesmerized by the sight of her absolutely massive tush in motion. A woman that was downright distracting to watch leave. It also helped that I related on a certain level to her sisterly difficulties.

As I followed her, I did my best to assure myself that I was there to study and that there was little point in ruining Gaia’s figure. After all I had indulged in so much L.B.L Up lately It made my WoW addiction look minor in comparison. Especially when she hadn’t even been all that rude. Yet there was something about that utterly flawless figures of hers. That perfectly formed body that made her look like an immaculate obsidian statue. That filled me with a desire to ruin it for its own sake. Just to watch it all fade away beneath lard. I snapped back to reality a second later, realizing that the sight of Deena’s rear in motion had gotten my engine running and that I had been staring so long she was now out of sight even as slow as she was.

By the time I found my way to the changing rooms I was more than a little flustered. An emotional state which wasn’t helped at all by walking in on Gaia and Deena in the middle of getting changed. Both were half dressed. The blobby sister was just starting to claw her clothes down her tree trunk thighs. Meanwhile the athletic sister was busy pulling up a cream colored pair of bikini bottoms up along her muscular legs. The duo creating a striking contrast that almost had me swooning a little. While one puffed and panted the other looked on in disdain as they casually slipped on their outfit. As Deena just finished pulling her immense outerwear down Gaia fully finished up. “I win” she told her enormous little sister with a smug smile before venturing out into the gym proper. It wasn’t till I watched her swinging her tight tush away that I realized something that had been bothering me. The clothes they were wearing were rather skimpy for workout gear and they had an oddly theatrical flair to them.

I was about to turn and finally ask Deena what sport she was actually playing but paused at sight of her staring at her own outfit. It was a match for Gaia’s barring some depictions of mountains around the lower part of both the bottoms and top. Not to mention they seemed to be made out of some manner of stretchy latex like material. They were all absolutely enormous compared to her sisters little number. I watched Deena try to step into them but as she bent down to pull them up a clear problem presented itself. Namely her blubbery belly getting in the way. It was far too oversized for her to conveniently reach down. I watched the once exceptionally althetic girl struggle for a few moments. Her immense body wobbling and jiggling as she grunted and struggled to get her own clothes on. Eventually though my better angels won out and I wordlessly approached. Grabbing the edges of the bikini bottoms and thus pressing my fingers into her deep thick flab. The process was a bit of a workout for me as well. Given the width of the top of her lower half the outfit itself was exceptionally wide and I had to keep my arms spread pretty far just to pull it up. By the time we were finished and the top was on she was quite a sight. The bottoms as stretchy as they were supposed to be barely covered the bottom quarter of her astronomical ass, leaving the entire extent of her cavernous crack on display.

“Thank, now your turn” she said thrusting an outfit into my arms. It was a strap top and yoga pants made out of the same stretchy material. Emblazoned with the gyms name. I was sure she was feeling more than a little awkward after needing help in the way she did, though her stoic face didn’t show it. So I capitulated quickly and stripped out of Connie’s clothes. Pulling the new pair up with far greater ease than the name sharing cheer leader but with my own share of grunts. While the material was inherently tight and far too showy for my tastes, they were ironically a pretty excellent fit, which I hadn’t quite expected. Leaving me wondering who exactly might’ve shared my measurements in a gym of all places. As usual though my curiosity wound up being short lived, as the moment I got my clothes on Deena waddled towards the door. “Hey, you never did tell me what sport you’re going to be practicing for anyways?” I asked as I heaved myself to my own feet. “Oh right….wrestling” she said in a simple deadpan sort of voice before heaving herself through the door.