This choice: "Let's head down to the gym, girls!" • Go Back...Chapter #7Super-cize by: Unknown "Alright, you're out of the shower; let's head down to the gym, girls!" Gwen announces as you emerge from the bathroom still dripping wet. She doesn't even notice that you're not contained under the "girls" category. "That means you too, Liz." She shakes the one huge blanket covered blob still laying in bed.
"Mmkay, I'm gettin' up..." Liz mumbles as she emerges from the bed. The bed groans with her as she leans over the side and brings her oversized frame off of it; as she lumbers toward you, you can see she too has a dick; it's maybe 10" flaccid, just peeking out from under her gut, with a stretchy covering of foreskin hanging down that you can see is nearly overflowing with smegma.
"But wait," you say as they move toward the door, "how am I going to get around this place if I'm a boy?" You'd prefer to avoid being assaulted while you're here.
"Hmm, good question," your mom ponders, putting a finger to her second chin. "You could wear Liz's clothes, they should fit you pretty well." Yeah, maybe back when she was a normal sized girl. Liz digs into her suitcase and tosses a tank top at you; you can smell it before it even gets to you. A sweaty, stained mass of fabric lands on your face and you scramble to get it off. You would ask for another, but you're pretty sure all of her clothes are going to be like this. You begin to put it on (rather, you swim in it) and see on the tag "XXX Large", which somehow doesn't seem big enough for her. In fact, it's not, because just below it is the actual size "M (XXXXXL)"; this appears to be a company for very plus sized women's clothes, as they only consider 5XL a medium. You wouldn't want to know what size your mom takes.
You pull the filthy shirt over your head, which hangs down to your knees like a baggy dress. You notice there's text across the front as well, which reads "Ass And Pussy Are MY Major Food Groups". You definitely want a different shirt now, but your family is already squeezing themselves out the door, and you need to stick with them. You figure it's probably better to be dressed as a 500lb lesbian than a boy around here anyway.
"Look at that, a perfect fit," your mom says as you join them in the hall. "Nobody will even be able to tell."
"I guess Steven will have to be Stephanie here," giggles June, prompting some giggles from the others as well. You look at them indignantly, not very happy about this name change, but you're gonna have to live with it for your safety.
For once your family doesn't seem completely out of place in public; the majority of other women you pass in this place are opting to go nude, and some are even sporting dicks. They're all anywhere from June's age to Gwen's, but unlike your family they're all of human proportions. The lobby is full of female moaning as women and hermaphrodites are openly making out and having sex on the couches, on the floor, or up against the wall. A group of young futa girls is busy comparing and examining each others' erect dicks. You can't help but get your own rock hard boner as you walk through, but you don't think it'll blow your cover given the other dickgirls here. Only a few women have given you some suspicious looks because of your boyish face and short hair, but nobody has confronted you yet. They've mostly been eying up your family, somehow raising quite a few erections with their huge, unwashed bodies.
Your own boner only gets harder as you get to the workout area. All around you are lean, fit women and futas glistening with sweat from their hard workouts, which is a welcome change from all the blubber you've been putting up with for the last 24 hours. Your family members all rise to full mast as well, and you have to try not to slip on the globs of precum dripping from their rods.
"Okay, girls," your mom announces, whirling around and nearly whacking you in the side of the head with her solid meat stick, "I'm going to take June to get acquainted with a routine. Stev-- Stephanie, you stay with Liz and help her if she needs anything. She already knows what she's doing." She and June waddle off, looking very out of place among these hot, healthy babes. You turn around to see Liz looking down on you with a grin, realizing she pretty much owns you now.
"Okay, Stephanie," she says, drawing out your new name to tease you, "let's start with some aerobics. Twenty jumping jacks!" She finds an open area and takes position to begin. As she starts her set, the floor rumbles with each of her impacts, and you watch in an almost hypnotic trance as all of her body jiggles in unison, her breasts and gut bouncing and slapping together, and her hairy dick and balls going every which way. Each time she raises her arms, you're shown her sweaty, tangled masses of untamed armpit hair that she hasn't bothered to shave. All together it's a sight you wish you never had to see, but also one you will never be able to forget. You're surprised a girl her size can do more than one jumping jack, let alone twenty.
"Hoo, alright," she pants as she finishes the set. She's already breathing heavily and sweating profusely, but she's just getting started. She pushes herself to do another twenty, sending the gym into another earthquake like state, sweat droplets flying off of her with each hop. You have to stand a little out of the way to avoid being soaked.
"Okay, on to sit-ups!" Liz says, finishing another sweaty set. "Stephanie, hold my feet down, okay?" Your huge sister drops down on her ass and lays on the floor, presenting her pudgy, unwashed feet to you. You slowly go to your knees and put your hands on them, and the rancid smell of them mixed with her filthy taint attacks you as you get close; her sweat is amplifying her regular odor. You find breathing through her disgusting tank top is a better option. Liz starts her set, and as she comes up for the first one, you hear her rip a huge fart right in your direction.
FFFFFFRRRRRPPPTTTTT
Not even her shirt can protect you from that stench. Each subsequent sit-up forces short farts out of her as well.
FRRPPT "Two!" PBBBTTT "Three!" PFFFBBTT "Four!" Liz grunts each time she leans forward, assaulting you again and again with her gas. You're not even working out and yet you feel likely to pass out.
As her set comes to an end, you're surprised there isn't just a cloud around you; you feel like her stench is sticking to you. At least you get a break for now. While both of you rest, a voice tries to get Liz's attention.
"Excuse me, like, I just have to say I love what you have going on here. With your body and all." The voice belongs to a girl about Liz's age, but much more attractive. She's lean and strong and glistening with sweat, dressed only in a tight sports bra and equally tight yoga pants to both show off her toned core and make it very clear that she is just a normal girl. She has her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, completing her sporty look, and there's a definite air of confidence about her.
"You do?" Liz asks, looking up at the girl from her sitting position.
Totally! You've got a body some girls only wish they could pull off, and it's amazing to see you going nude and, like, being so proud of it. You've got, like, natural curves, and when I saw that big ass of yours bouncing earlier, I just, like, fell in love." Liz blushes a little at the complements (but you're pretty sure she's just playing coy), and her dick blasts into an instant 14" stiffy. You're pretty sure it's no longer just sweat that's darkening the crotch of the girl's yoga pants. "I'm Layla, by the way. I would go nude, but, like, gotta sweat as much as you can, you know?
"I'm Liz, nice to meet you. And boy do I know that," she laughs.
"And this is...?" Layla looks over at you, and you realize you're actually going to have to speak to someone. In a panic, you take on a falsetto voice that attempts to sound like a girl, but is more like a teenage boy going through puberty and hormone treatment at the same time.
"I'm St-Stephanie," you squeak. "I'm her sister."
"Oh, nice to meet you too..." she says slowly, just barely believing the voice. She drops down to a crouching position next to Liz, her hand slowly sliding up her flabby thigh. "So, are you, like... seeing anyone?" she asks the huge girl. Liz shakes her head. "Well, why don't we go, like, grab something to eat in a bit? I'd love to get to know you better, especially since there's so much of you to get to know..."
"That sounds great!" Liz says excitedly. "I'm almost ready; Stephanie here was... just about to towel me off." She looks at you with a grin.
"Oh, you don't have to do that!" Layla says quickly, saving you. "I actually like girls who sweat a lot. That means they work hard 'n stuff. Plus..." She runs two fingers along Liz's inner thigh and under her hairy balls, then brings those now dripping wet fingers into her mouth. "It makes you taste delicious... I mean, don't you think meat tastes better when it's nice and juicy?" Her eyes are right on your sister's fuck stick, and Liz nearly blows her load on the spot.
Something must be wrong with Layla, you think to yourself. Even a chubby chasing futa lover should bw able to realize that Liz is absolutely disgusting.
"So, like, how about some food?" Layla offers again. "Gotta load up after a good workout, right?"
"I am always up for food. Stephanie, you coming?" Liz's voice asks a question, but her look tells you you have to. And she's right; if you split from her, you'll have to track down Gwen and June so you won't be alone anymore, and God knows where they are. But at the same time you're not sure you want to be around to see what kind of stuff Liz and her new girlfriend will get into.
In your poor excuse for a girl voice, you answer:  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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