Chapter 44

“There comes our piggy,” Melissa heard Alisson say as soon as she stepped onto the track.

“Holy shit! I remember her being grossly obese, but she looks even flabbier now,” another voice said.

Melissa spotted Alisson surrounded by a group of girls laughing as she wobbled toward them. She was sure that these were Alisson’s gym friends that had funnel fed her at home. Her pulse quickened as she realized she might finally find out who Sam was.

“Get your wobbly ass over here so we can start having fun!” another girl yelled and giggled.

When Melissa made it to the group, a tall red-haired girl stepped forward and grabbed her belly without hesitation. “We’ve all been waiting for this moment since the day we met you. And Alisson really delivered, fattening you up into a giant blob.”

Goosebumps formed all over Melissa’s body as she recognized Sam’s voice. She looked at the girl and was awestruck.

Sam was a head taller than all the other girls, Melissa and Alisson included. Just like Alisson, she was in peak physical condition. However, she didn’t seem to shy away from lifting weights excessively, giving her a more muscular appearance than all the other girls. Her muscular body was packed into a tight running outfit that showed off all her hard work. But what was most impressive about Sam’s appearance was the overwhelming confidence and dominance she radiated. It was a natural dominance that made Melissa immediately follow any demand she would be given. While Alisson’s dominance originated from being spoilt and entitled, Sam’s was on a whole other level.

Next to Sam’s presence, Alisson looked just as harmless as the other girls.

Melissa was yanked from her thoughts when Sam laughed. “What’s wrong, fatty? You’re standing there like a deer in headlights. Are you remembering your athletic times looking at us? Well, you’re in luck. You get to relive them today. Alisson, tell her what we have planned for her.”

Alisson stepped forward, and Melissa was startled that she followed Sam’s order without complaint.

“We’re going to have a race today, just like in the good old times,” Alisson said while the other girls started laughing again. “Of course, I know that you won’t be too much of a challenge for me. So, today we will find out how many laps I can run in the time you need to finish one.”

Melissa felt like sighing in relief. While waddling one lap would still be a struggle, it was manageable. She had expected Alisson’s plans to be much more sinister than that.

“Don’t feel happy just yet,” Alisson continued, “I know that even a fatty like you can manage to get through one lap with a slow waddle. That’s why you are going to actually run the whole time. I don’t want to see any slow waddling from you! You’ll either run or stand to catch your breath. If we see you break this rule, we will make you run more laps until you finally get it right. Do you understand?”

Cold sweat formed on Melissa’s forehead as she nodded. She had no idea if she was even capable of running anymore. Her legs barely supported her massive body for her slow waddle. Getting all her fat in motion would exhaust her within seconds.

“Now that is the look of dread I was waiting for,” Sam said, grinning maliciously. “You’re not going to have any fun with us. But believe me, we will have a blast watching you run.” She gave Melissa’s belly a slap. “Before we start, getting you warmed up properly is essential. Show us some stretches, fatty!”

Melissa tried to stretch her legs but could get nowhere close to getting a good stretch without her belly getting in the way. Giving up on it, she tried to at least do some stretches for her arms and shoulders. Even this proved impossible as her plumped-up arms prevented her from getting the stretches right. After unsuccessfully flailing her arms around for a while, Melissa felt them get tired and stopped, looking up at Sam in defeat.

“Well, that wasn’t a good warm-up, was it? Maybe someone your massive size needs different exercises to get her body moving. I think you can at least get a little warmed up by getting all that flab in motion," Sam grinned as she looked at Melissa’s hanging belly. “I want you to shake that enormous belly for us. Without using your hands.”

That was something Melissa was actually good at. She got on her toes and abruptly let her heels down on the floor, sending shock waves through her gut. Then she went over to sideways movements to get her hanging belly to sway from left to right.

“Very good, piggy,” Sam applauded, “now warm up your thighs and ass.”

Melissa jiggled her thighs and listened in excitement as their flab clashed against each other, the slapping sounds echoing through the hall. After a while, she rested her hands on her knees to push out her ass and began shaking it. Lacking the experience, she knew that she looked awkward doing this, but nevertheless, she enjoyed the wobble of her backside.

“Damn, that ass alone is carrying enough weight for 2 people,” Sam laughed, “ok, let’s get your bingo wings and tits warmed up, and then we can start.”

Her muscles were burning from exhaustion when Melissa stretched them out to show off her flabby upper arms. She shook them violently but didn’t manage to keep them up for more than 20 seconds. Instead, she began shaking her breasts to get her boobs in motion. Lacking the proper support of a heavy-duty bra, her boobs swayed around and flopped up and down sloppily.

“And cut!” Sam said when she noticed Melissa getting tired.

Melissa looked around and realized that her warm-up had been filmed by one of the girls. She blushed when the girl grinned at her mischievously.

“Oh, we forgot to tell you,” Sam said, “we are filming you to show the world a cautionary tale of the horrible effects of excessive overeating. The first chapter was a success. Now it’s time for the main chapter. Get your flabby ass on the running track, tubby!”