chapter 19- rude awakening (p7)

“I’m in, but we are not running a freaking 5k.” Kate refused remembering how much of a mismatch their first race of the semester had been.

“No, we’ll do something short to get the blood flowing. How about a mile around the track?” Mia suggested, knowing Kate would not stand a chance of beating her in anything long distance.

“How many laps is that?” Kate wanted to clarify before protesting.

“Four.” Mia sighed. How the heck did she not know that?

“Four laps! No way! Let’s do a sprint.” Kate shook her head. The shorter the distance the better chance she had of beating Mia before she really got going. Offering her counterpoint, Kate proposed, “Let’s do a 100-meter dash.”

“Fine. The length of the race doesn’t matter, I’ll still win.” Mia shrugged. She was confident her cardio was far superior to Kate’s.

“How many sets of tennis? Best of five?” Kate hoped. The more sets they played, the more likely Kate’s superior technique and experience would rise to the surface. Mia could get lucky and win a tough rally, but not a prolonged war of a game.

“Sure.” Mia conceded, as she felt her stomach growl. Five sets were a lot. She figured Kate would be dangerous in the first two sets, but, after that, all that extra weight she was carrying would probably slow her down, costing her any chance of a victory.

“And what about the tie breaker event?” Kate wondered. She felt confident she had a fighting chance to beat Mia in the sprint, especially if Mia got off to a slow start as she often did in their longer races. She felt even more confident that she’d dominate Mia in tennis. Still though, the last event of their grand challenge had to be something she could fairly win.

“Hmm, how about…” Mia paused, as her aching stomach actually spoke for her, “An ice cream eating contest?”

“A what?” Kate burst in confusion. Did she hear that correctly?

Mia blushed a little bit, she had no idea why she’d said that. She was actually craving ice cream, so maybe that was why. However, fumbling to come up with a response, Mia just said meanly, “Well, I want to give a fatty like you a chance to win something.”

“Oh, shut up I’m not fat! But if you wanna lose an eating contest, that’s fine by me.” Kate growled, as she decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She’d just eaten a full pizza by herself. Mia could never compete with that.

“Shame we’ll never get to the eating contest. You’ve got zero chance of beating me on the track and only a slim chance of getting lucky at tennis.” Mia informed her disrespectfully.

“Are you kidding? I’m way better than you at tennis! Remember all the times we played freshman year?” Kate gawked at Mia’s overconfidence.

“Maybe you had an edge in tennis before you inflated like a balloon this semester, but not anymore.” Mia smugly stated, as she gave a defining poke to Kate’s soft middle as if to underline her point.

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” Kate huffed, as she swatted Mia’s hand away from her stomach.

“I guess we will.” Mia brazenly said, while she broke eye contact with her rival and turned around to gather her things.

Bending over to pick up her robe, Mia could hardly contain herself, this contest was fool proof. Not only would she nab an easy victory and claim total control over the house. Mia would make Kate see just how severely out of shape she’d become. This wouldn’t be a challenge; it would be a massacre! Mia had no idea what Kate was thinking.

If she had the power to read minds, she’d know that Kate was currently studying the fleshy cheeks of Mia’s butt, while she stood bent over picking up her robe, bandeau and beachball. In Kate’s head, her thoughts centered around a simple realization. Something she’d failed to notice earlier during the heat of Mia’s revelation.

Mia was wearing a lingerie set that Kate had replaced during a laundry session nearly a week ago.

The panties Kate was staring at right now were two sizes larger than the ones she’d replaced. And they appeared to fit Mia’s fleshy buttocks perfectly. Maybe Mia hadn’t grown a shameful belly, but she had grown somewhere. Thanks to the accumulated volume in the upper portion of her butt cheeks, Mia’s whole hindquarters looked much more swollen than usual.

The brat’s coveted bubble butt had inflated behind her back! Come to think of it, Mia’s thighs and hips appeared a little fuller and softer too. Mia body wasn’t a top-heavy hourglass like Kate’s, she was bottom-heavy pear! Mia clearly hadn’t gained as much poundage as Kate had, but maybe Mia had more of a reason to worry than she currently realized. The way Kate saw things, Mia could be in for a rude awakening tomorrow morning.