“Seriously, it’s an embarrassment to see someone like that at the gym.” Laney smirked as the poisonous words passed her eager lips. She feigned a whisper, but the effect dampened nothing and the words found their home in Harper’s ears, even past the huffing and puffing of other patrons and the clanking of various machines being worked on.
Harper tried to ignore her and kept up her pace on the treadmill, wiping a jagged and sweat filled black bang out of her intense eyes. The heat was rising in Harper's ears as well as the room in general, the orange walls not helping the feeling of rising temperature. She shook her head and told herself that that was just what Laney was like. Constantly belittling the larger girls exercising at Twin Globes Fitness with her little nose upturned. It was almost like the gym was for people who wanted to get in shape or something. Which didn’t give Laney much of a reason to be there.
Despite being around longer than Harper, she was never seen actually exerting herself and was slender, no need or desire to push herself, and never even a bead of perspiration going through her straight-banged brown bob cut. She wouldn’t even wear proper clothing, preferring to just wear a black tee over her slacks. It was as if her membership was an excuse to gossip and insult for her own pleasure.
“She can barely keep those pants up. Jeez if you’re going to shame us all by showing up at least be decent about it.”
Harper bit her tongue. That part hit a little close to home. She could feel her ass sharply bouncing with every step, jutting up and beating down like a piston. To others, it would seem odd she'd put on weight despite her routine-- especially downstairs. Her new clothes could barely contain it, and her shorts were having more trouble than ever today. At the very least she was still in shape under her fluff. Her beefy base and structure kept it well-formed and positioned, even with its huge mass and softness. While her sumptuous upper arms, stocky midsection, and heaving chest were also given the treatment (being obviously robust and sturdy beneath the softness), they weren’t having the same problem her ass was. Her sports bra, socks, sneakers and sweatbands were all intact and snug.
Laney had ignored Harper for the most part in the past few months. Mostly because Harper was leaner in both muscle and non-muscle mass back then, and there were fatties who looked less able to kick Laney’s ass around. But Harper felt it was only a matter of time before Laney turned to her and was prepared.
Sure enough, most of the other girls had either been shamed out of the gym, slimmed down, or just blew up on Laney that Harper was the only girl left, and she’d made herself an even bigger target: Almost six feet tall, wider than your average non-Location City door in just the hips, and several inches of softness on the smallest sections of her body much less her meatier assets. Her thighs rubbed together when walking and audibly shuffled her shorts and silky skin drawing more attention to them. While not her strongest asset, her still impressive cleavage blossomed over the top of her sports bra, subtle when still but it swole and undulated as she moved bringing attention to the fact her tits weren't just larger, it was all fat and each one near the breadth of her head. Edging them out slightly was her rounded middle, which despite its pillowish volume and shape didn't jiggle too much. Much like her arms, her brawn kept it all in place but even it had its limits. Her arms especially were feeling the effects, definition visually lost higher up, and hanging down a few inches to caress her sides even when raised. She knew underneath it that she was still as powerful if not more so, but Laney didn't. And that's where the jabs would be focused: on her plushy outer appearance.
The easiest thing to do was just rebuke the insults in her mind, imagine Laney’s face, and just keep her routine up. All she had was 5 more minutes on the tread and she could go home. And after that, only a few more weeks until the season started back up at the university and she wouldn’t need to come here to get her training in. Then Laney would be a thing of the past.
“I mean when she got here she was already a plumper, but she’s only doubled in size since then. What’s the point?”
Harper’s teeth ground and she began to pump her arms furiously, her sidelocks waving vigorously in response. The point was staying in shape for her matches. The heft had been intentional, bulking up for the heavyweight division and a bit more to keep her edge. If she didn’t stay on top of things though, her new stature would be more of a detriment than a boon. But someone like Laney probably couldn’t give a rat’s ass about women’s wrestling. And correcting her would mean confronting her. Harper felt she was above that.
“I mean… what a fucking fatass, amirite?”
Laney was standing right behind Harper’s seat now, talking as loud as she could. Harper's face began to glow red. That one had finally hurt. Harper could taste the taunt, like a of hunk black licorice: pungent, mean, and begging to have a bite taken out of it. No subtlety or creativity... it was just straightforward and jagged, like an arrow through her chest.
And then Harper realized: “I’m not above that”
Harper stopped running. The treadmill spun her back quickly and in seconds, the gym shuddered. There was no sound to the rest of the gym, overall din causing more racket than Harper’s soft bottom would, even at her magnitude… plus she had something between her and the floor. But both Harper and Laney heard and felt the reverberating *WOMP* on impact. Not just gravity, Harper had put her force into the fall, knowing just how much she could apply to Laney without seriously injuring her. She'd done this plenty of times in practice. In her attempt to get out of the way, Laney only found herself wedged face down under Harper’s four and a half foot wide anvil of an ass, buried in a slab of considerable blubber and strong muscle. She reached up with her arms and tried to bat away at Harper resulting in only a few weak slaps into her stout consistency (*WHAP WHAP PAP*), and a small whine escaped her gaping open mouth, the air knocked completely out of her lungs and probably with a few snapped ribs.
“Oops, sorry, I guess I couldn’t take the speed!” Harper smiled at the rest of the gym scratching her head with one hand and slapping her round gut, playing up her weight. Her belly rippled, and her chest bobbed in agreement. Then looked down at the writhing Laney. In a much lower voice, with no honey sweetness added, Harper scowled and growled:
Laney tried pulling herself out, and Harper pressed down harder. A mixture between a hiss and a moan escaped Laney.
"Whatcha gonna do about it? Gonna call your mommy to beat me up?"
Laney's arms went limp as she resigned herself to her position. Harper feigned difficulty in standing, waiting until Laney all but passed out before getting to her feet and wiping off her bottom, it shaking in response.
Laney flashed what Harper refused to believe was a smile of all things before picking up her water bottle, throwing her towel around her shoulders, and walking out without looking back.
She fully expected Monday to be nice and calm now.