Chapter 141 - #141 /the new perspective/

True to her word, the gym we walked into seemed to be specifically designed around that particular sport. A large central platform surrounded by ropes was located at the center, which I could only assume would be the “ring”. Needless to say, having been a complete turbo nerd everything from the intricacies to the basics of the sport eluded me. I was even under the impression it wasn’t even a sport girls played. But given how Gaia and Deena were dressed that obviously wasn’t the case. Not that you could see all that much of what Deena was wearing with how her enormous booty was devouring it. “Ah, late as usual, get setup on the mat we’re doing warm ups....and probably some cardio” a slightly frustrated voice appeared. Seeming to emanate from an older woman in slightly more practical workout gear. Her shirt bearing coach in big bold letters, in case I couldn’t make the basic logical deduction on my own. Deena let out a sigh but nonetheless continued her pendulous waddle across the room to where the aforementioned mats were set up. Gaia jogged her own way, slipping into a knee slide and rolling onto her back atop the mat in an athletic display of overflowing energy. Deena meanwhile positioned herself as best she could over the mat before letting her massive ass fall back with a meteoric drop. The twin cheeks rippling and wobbling along with her bared stomach as she let out a lazy yawn.

“First things first, sit ups, you can help too” the coach explained pointing a somewhat accusatory finger at me. Based on the look in her eyes I was fairly sure she suspected I was an enabler of Deena’s recently acquired bad behavior. Which I supposed she wouldn’t have been wrong about. I may have been a physical dunce but I at least knew how to help with basic warm ups. So, I lowered myself down to the woefully inadequate mat and did my best to hold Deena’s massive calves in place. As enormous as she was it was sort of difficult. Especially with how her flab poured through the gaps in my fingertips. But I tried, both to keep her in place and to not let my building arousal show on my face. “Start” the coach called and Gaia took to action. Immediately leveraging herself to a siting up a position with an almost ferocious grace. Leaving it quite clear where that amazing six pack of hers had originated. “One” she counted and almost as soon as she said it, she was counting another. Her tone almost challenging and ever so slightly teasing. In contrast Deena’s attempt to heave her lethargic enormity into motion was much less impressive. Her gut wobbled as she tried to tense it. Getting in her way as she attempted to get herself up. Grunting with the effort of the simple movement. Having four false starts of warring with her massive gut to sit up. But finally, she pulled it off, tits pressing into her massive hill of a gut she almost cracked a smile. “How much butter is used in an average English scone” The blobby girl asked me before flopping back onto the mat in a jiggling display.

I was so caught off guard she had already started to struggle to get her second sit up in by the time I had fully processed the question. I raked my brain as I helped the massive girl work out. Time tracked by the ruthless metronome of Gaia’s counting as she reached the early double digits. I was sure there was a reason I was meant to know the answer, but I couldn’t quite place it. “Need a hint?” the mountainous woman asked having made it halfway before flopping back. Having taken to massaging her belly as if that’d somehow make it less of an obstruction. My pride warred with my abject curiosity but the war never got a chance to finish. “Hey, no stopping” Gaia called in a pouty sort of tone mid count. A sigh leaving Deena’s plump lips as she struggled to heave herself back into motion again. A few more braced attempts later and finally she had pressed enough of her gut into her megaton tits to constitute a second completed sit up. “We did it for our home economics case study, it’s 25 grams or 1 ounce” she explained through panting breaths. Her heavy breathing drawing attention to the sweat building up across her blobby frame. Her dark skin had become shiny with the exertion of her own girth.

“How much butter is used in the average English scone” she asked as she flopped back again. I was still a little befuddled and caught off guard by the question. Though in my defense she was practically naked and one of the biggest girls I had ever seen. To say nothing of the fact I could feel every inch of the blubber my hands were sinking into. Yet at least I knew the answer. “Too much, clearly” Gaia answered and I let out a little yelp as I realized the tiny powerhouse had taken position next to me. “Since it must’ve taken quite a bit to have created this” she bemoaned kneading Deena’s gut a bit interrupting the more massive sisters flow. “Didn't you tell her no stopping?” I objected more upset that I had lost my train of thought than anything else. “I finished 50 so our coach said I’d have to stop or I’d burn through all my stamina” she complained, obviously unhappy about being told to stop. “Gaia, back over here, we’re starting into pushups” the coach called out, detaching her presence back to her own workout mat.

The stocky brunette making her way back to her mat and adjusting into a position with perfect posture. Her body and her back low. Her coach holding her feet down in a location that put her directly against the athlete's rear. I was about to ask if we were to do the same, but was interrupted by the tectonic rippling of Deena’s massive body in motion. The massive former cheerleader attempting to roll onto her side but having some difficulty with her big gut in the way. I wound up requiring to press my hands into her back fat to help heave her over with a satisfied grunt of satisfaction. Now lying atop her immense gut massive rear in the air inches from my face. If she was in any way embarrassed by requiring help just to roll over, her porcine face didn't display it. Though with a quiet stoic type like Deena it probably would’ve been hard to tell to begin with. I leaned in with my arms to keep her in place, finding myself literal inches from her enormous rear, it’s girth large enough to form a noticeable shadow in the gyms dim lighting. "Let’s see if you can beat me this time” Gaia called out, her tone somewhere between frustrated and impishly competitive. Though as she began with the motions, she fell totally silent barring her count.

For Gaia the motions were actually more difficult than they were for Deena in a pleasant change of pace. While the elder athletic sister was using her core to maintain good posture, Deena was utilizing her massive gut to keep her suspended. So though panting with the effort of pressing her bingo wings up and down she was actually making progress. Though there was a certain concern that what she was doing was so feeble it no longer constituted the exercise. “You never answered me?” Deena asked me mid pant, taking a break to relax atop the hill of flab her gut presented. Her words snapping me out from the mesmerizing sight of her enormous booty cheeks rippling. “Uhh, 25 grams or one ounce” I blurted out quickly as Deena let out a satisfied grunt. “Good job, reward yourself” she explained, her tone flat and emotionless yet somehow coming across more sincere than sarcastic. “How?” I pondered more than accused. I wasn’t sure how a nerd who had long since crested the obesity barrier was going to have a rollicking good time in a gym specializing in a combat sport. Especially while I was helping someone do something else. “Well, you were checking me out right, you can squeeze it or something" Deena suggested in a completely deadpan tone. I didn't understand quite what she meant till she gave her massive booty a telltale wriggle.

“Uhh not that I don’t appreciate the offer...but we’re in public and your sisters right over there, you’re still very attractive...and it’s uhhh very nice” I bumbled out quickly, my voice high enough to register as little more than a squeak. Was I not so embarrassed I might’ve found some comedy in the completely casual and emotionless way she had suggested it. But as it was, I was far too busy blushing up a storm. “Well you’ve got to find some way to reward yourself, my methods don’t work otherwise” The big booty blob explained as she jiggled her way through yet another push up. Sweat was giving her sizable body a a shiny sort of sheen, and I could hear her gently panting. It was really quite difficult to believe this had one been the bottom rung of a cheer leading pyramid and one of the most fiercely athletic women in our year. Or at least it was till you looked at her sister. Gaia had finished up again. Likely having done too many. Her powerful yet tiny form was leaning against a back wall eying her younger sister with an emotion I couldn’t quite identify. Her almost statuesque physicality was on full display, from her rippling muscles, to her perfectly carved six pack, to her powerful thighs. With her pose, powerful aura and immense physicality she could’ve been chiseled out of basalt.

Yet in spite of all the ogling that could’ve been had, my gaze settled on her eyes. The raw almost hazy laser focus with which they tracked every rippling motion of her grunting struggling a sister. The longer I looked the clearer it became. An emotion easily identified by the fact I had been feeling the same way mere hours earlier. It was a look of competitive spirt. It didn't matter if her sister was so out of shape it was going to be a blow out. All that mattered was that she could beat her. To crush her and demonstrate her status as the superior sister. There was something else there I couldn’t quite identify. Some nuance to her gaze I couldn’t track. But that didn't matter. In her palpable stare down, I had found exactly how I was going to reward myself.