chapter 21- beneath the beauty

Breathing deeply to try and calm herself, Mia took a moment to take stock of the worsening situation unfolding around her. The tennis match, or mismatch, was not going well for her. Trying to quell her frustration and remove another wedgie from her shorts, Mia thought back on what had went wrong for her over the last two sets of tennis.

Kate was absolutely on fire. Ever since her first serve the plump blonde had owned the court like some kind of tennis goddess. Mia hadn’t even scored a single point during the first set, although her pride held onto the fact that she’d made Kate work very hard to earn the winning point.

Mia recognized her poor performance was likely due to a couple of distinct problems conspiring to hinder her strengths. For starters, perhaps because of her inexperience, Mia hadn’t known that it would be so much harder to return a ball on such a wet court. Not only was the ball bouncing strangely lower than usual, it also seemed weighed down by the accumulation of water droplets around its periphery. What this essentially meant was that whoever controlled the serve had a tremendous advantage. And Mia had given Kate the first serve, like an overconfident idiot, because she thought it wouldn’t matter.

Additionally, the second major problem hurting Mia’s performance was her bloated stomach. All that ice cream sloshing around in her tightly packed gut was far from comfortable and it certainly cost Mia the advantage she’d expected to have in agility. Instead, both of the competitive coeds were playing like out of shape newbies, huffing and puffing around the court unable to play to their full potential. In particular, changing directions proved to be highly problematic with a bloated tummy. Not only did it disrupt Mia’s natural center of balance, the quick movements were causing her to develop a distracting stomachache.

To Mia’s further frustration, it appeared that Kate was managing to use the adverse conditions to her advantage. The top-heavy blonde was ruthlessly leveraging her extra weight into her serves. In fact, Mia thought all of Kate’s winning swings appeared to be far more powerful than normal. At the very least, they were far stronger than what Mia could muster in return. Once again, Mia found herself outmatched by someone she considered physically inferior to her, and she didn’t like it one bit.

Over the long course of the second set, the two encumbered competitors had traded some rather long and drawn out rallies before Kate ultimately prevailed. It was hard for Mia to compensate for the vast difference in striking power. However, unlike the first match, Mia was at least able to score some points. Starting with the serve helped, but it wasn’t enough. Kate had still gotten the better of her.

What made it worse was that Mia felt like she wasn’t getting out played by Kate, at least not anymore. When Mia would score, it was usually the result of her outlasting the pudgy blonde in a long rally. Yet, Kate’s power proved to be the great equalizer. Even if Mia outworked Kate in every single engagement, the blonde would routinely get lucky with a hard swing from out of nowhere.

Unless… Unless it wasn’t luck. Was this Kate’s strategy? Volleying the ball back and forth, making it easy for Mia to return, and then turning the power on at the last second to throw her off? Was Kate just toying with her??

Deciding to test her theory at the beginning of the third set, Mia was more careful in her observations. She stopped messing with her wedgie and got down to business. Kate was breathing a little heavy, but so was Mia, she’d had to use far more effort to keep up with Kate’s skill up to this point. Over the course of the next rally, Mia recognized the moment Kate planted her feet before the big scoring swing.

Sure, Kate earned the first point, but now Mia had a strategy. When she saw Kate plant her feet like that, she’d move to the other side of the court like her life depended on it. She would not let Kate score like that again. The pudgy blonde had to be tired, if Mia could win this set and make Kate work harder, the pudgy blonde’s fatigue could give Mia the momentum she needed to turn this game around!

After a few volleys that seemed to drag on without an end, Mia noticed her shift in strategy bearing fruit. Kate was finally being forced onto the backfoot and she seemed to be breathing heavier. As they battled it out, Mia felt sweat collecting on her sports bra. In between points she spotted, a bit smugly, that Kate’s sweaty cleavage had soaked the front of her white tank top. Those huge flopping tits Kate had to lug around with every swing had to be a nuisance. Although, the look of Kate’s gorged belly was probably a bigger concern for her rival at this point.

As Mia tied up the third set 30 apiece, Kate took notice of the big change in Mia’s play. It was like she was continuing to get faster and faster with each passing point! Kate wanted to end this contest already, but the momentum of the game had clearly shifted.

Mia’s technique was basic and predictable, but she had remarkably good fundamentals. Kate was getting irritated by how difficult it was to score on Mia. She couldn’t afford to keep dragging out this game. Not only had Kate’s forearms started to fatigue from how tightly she’d been gripping her tennis racket, her forward posture was starting to produce some pain in her upper back from having to hoist her large chest into position for every return swing.

Kate hated to admit it, but she was wearing down fast. She wanted to put Mia down in this set, but the longer it seemed to drag out, the more Kate could feel her performance deteriorate. Mia was making a lot less mistakes than she had early in their game. Kate knew she had to power on through, but deep down her reserves of energy were starting to dwindle.

It all came to ahead when Mia abruptly took back the lead and won the set after more than a few hard-fought rallies. The setback was crushing to Kate’s moral. She only had to win one more set to take this challenge over Mia, but she couldn’t help feeling like she’d just blown her best chance to win.

Continuing with the contest, Kate’s initial success seemed to mean little now, while the blonde slowed up, Mia demonstrated her ability to return every ball Kate desperately lobbed at her. Toward the end of the fourth set, Kate just couldn’t keep up anymore. Her hamstring was tightening up, her feet hurt, her ankles hurt, her knees hurt… She wasn’t used to playing tennis while feeling so heavy. Her body had put up a valiant effort, but now it was betraying her. What use was leveraging her excess bodyweight into swings if that very same surplus of flab hindered her ability to transverse the court in time to fend off Mia’s increasingly accurate counterattacks? This game was over.