Big Gals Are Neat

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

“Aha, found it.” She paused on a photo before handing you her phone and on it was a much different Videl than the chubby lady sat near you, one who was holding a championship belt above her head. Back then she had not an ounce of excess flab, her belly was flat, her limbs were toned, and her rear was tight. This was a Videl who had the body of a true fighter.

“W-well anyways, after I won that tournament I decided I wanted take sometime to recover and relax. So I gave myself a month to do and eat whatever I wanted before getting back into the swing of things. Though as you can see… things got a little out of hand.” She said as she flicked through more pictures on her phone.

Now that the timeline was going the right way you could see how her pictures went from selfies showing off the results of her workout routine to her posing with big meals at a restaurant or participating in eating challenges.

Videl always had quite a large appetite, but now was that she stopped denying herself foods that would have otherwise been too fattening for her carefully constructed diet. This on top of the fact that she had largely stopped working out meant that those calories had nothing to do but be stored as flab.

“Eventually though a month turned into three, then six, then a year, and all the while my weight was creeping up. Ugh, if I had actually gotten my fat ass in gear earlier I’d probably still be skinny, but no.”

You saw as her body slowly expanded outwards, her tight figure forged through years of discipline melting away under this sudden tide of gluttony. Her abs were layered over with a plush blanket of chub, her muscled thighs began to squish into each other, and her tight butt developed an unheard of amount of jiggle. Of course her gain did not simply stop there— no, she kept getting flabbier.

“I guess I had gotten too accustomed to living the lazy girl lifestyle and I convinced myself that I could just work off the extra weight later. ‘It’s just a couple of pounds’ I told myself. Eventually I had to face the truth when my scale told me I weighed… 270 pounds…” Her face flushed crimson red as she bashfully finished her sentence.

As she dropped down with her back on the floor mat, taking a brief moment to knead her doughy belly, the purpose of which was to massage some of the lingering soreness out of her abdominals.

Afterwards, she put herself in position with her knees up, feet on the floor, and hands behind her head. Taking a deep breath she started.

…

Or at least she tried to. Though her face visibly strained from the effort and her back had left the ground, but she only made it about halfway to completing a full sit up before her feet left the ground and the pudgy woman subsequently flopped back down back on the mat.

Like a flabby roadblock, her padded waist had simply gotten too fat for her to do sit ups. Though she’d never outwardly admit that. Nevertheless, the results were more or less the same as she flopped back to the ground. Her uncooperative tummy wobbling before you like a bowl of jelly from the motion and her ragged breath as she lay defeated. She winced as a jolt of discomfort shot through her overworked core.

“I walked here, but you don’t have to worry about it! I can have someone pick me up. Besides, I’m probably going to stop for food on the way back and I don’t want to waste your time or anything.” Seemingly at the mere mention of food, her stomach decided that now would be the perfect time to make its hungry state known to the both of them with a deep-.

GrRrroOoAaRrR!!

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

“Aha, found it.” She paused on a photo before handing you her phone and on it was a much different Videl than the chubby lady sat near you, one who was holding a championship belt above her head. Back then she had not an ounce of excess flab, her belly was flat, her limbs were toned, and her rear was tight. This was a Videl who had the body of a true fighter.

“W-well anyways, after I won that tournament I decided I wanted take sometime to recover and relax. So I gave myself a month to do and eat whatever I wanted before getting back into the swing of things. Though as you can see… things got a little out of hand.” She said as she flicked through more pictures on her phone.

Now that the timeline was going the right way you could see how her pictures went from selfies showing off the results of her workout routine to her posing with big meals at a restaurant or participating in eating challenges.

Videl always had quite a large appetite, but now was that she stopped denying herself foods that would have otherwise been too fattening for her carefully constructed diet. This on top of the fact that she had largely stopped working out meant that those calories had nothing to do but be stored as flab.

“Eventually though a month turned into three, then six, then a year, and all the while my weight was creeping up. Ugh, if I had actually gotten my fat ass in gear earlier I’d probably still be skinny, but no.”

You saw as her body slowly expanded outwards, her tight figure forged through years of discipline melting away under this sudden tide of gluttony. Her abs were layered over with a plush blanket of chub, her muscled thighs began to squish into each other, and her tight butt developed an unheard of amount of jiggle. Of course her gain did not simply stop there— no, she kept getting flabbier.

“I guess I had gotten too accustomed to living the lazy girl lifestyle and I convinced myself that I could just work off the extra weight later. ‘It’s just a couple of pounds’ I told myself. Eventually I had to face the truth when my scale told me I weighed… 270 pounds…” Her face flushed crimson red as she bashfully finished her sentence.

As she dropped down with her back on the floor mat, taking a brief moment to knead her doughy belly, the purpose of which was to massage some of the lingering soreness out of her abdominals.

Afterwards, she put herself in position with her knees up, feet on the floor, and hands behind her head. Taking a deep breath she started.

…

Or at least she tried to. Though her face visibly strained from the effort and her back had left the ground, but she only made it about halfway to completing a full sit up before her feet left the ground and the pudgy woman subsequently flopped back down back on the mat.

Like a flabby roadblock, her padded waist had simply gotten too fat for her to do sit ups. Though she’d never outwardly admit that. Nevertheless, the results were more or less the same as she flopped back to the ground. Her uncooperative tummy wobbling before you like a bowl of jelly from the motion and her ragged breath as she lay defeated. She winced as a jolt of discomfort shot through her overworked core.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

“Aha, found it.” She paused on a photo before handing you her phone and on it was a much different Videl than the chubby lady sat near you, one who was holding a championship belt above her head. Back then she had not an ounce of excess flab, her belly was flat, her limbs were toned, and her rear was tight. This was a Videl who had the body of a true fighter.

“W-well anyways, after I won that tournament I decided I wanted take sometime to recover and relax. So I gave myself a month to do and eat whatever I wanted before getting back into the swing of things. Though as you can see… things got a little out of hand.” She said as she flicked through more pictures on her phone.

Now that the timeline was going the right way you could see how her pictures went from selfies showing off the results of her workout routine to her posing with big meals at a restaurant or participating in eating challenges.

Videl always had quite a large appetite, but now was that she stopped denying herself foods that would have otherwise been too fattening for her carefully constructed diet. This on top of the fact that she had largely stopped working out meant that those calories had nothing to do but be stored as flab.

“Eventually though a month turned into three, then six, then a year, and all the while my weight was creeping up. Ugh, if I had actually gotten my fat ass in gear earlier I’d probably still be skinny, but no.”

You saw as her body slowly expanded outwards, her tight figure forged through years of discipline melting away under this sudden tide of gluttony. Her abs were layered over with a plush blanket of chub, her muscled thighs began to squish into each other, and her tight butt developed an unheard of amount of jiggle. Of course her gain did not simply stop there— no, she kept getting flabbier.

“I guess I had gotten too accustomed to living the lazy girl lifestyle and I convinced myself that I could just work off the extra weight later. ‘It’s just a couple of pounds’ I told myself. Eventually I had to face the truth when my scale told me I weighed… 270 pounds…” Her face flushed crimson red as she bashfully finished her sentence.

As she dropped down with her back on the floor mat, taking a brief moment to knead her doughy belly, the purpose of which was to massage some of the lingering soreness out of her abdominals.

Afterwards, she put herself in position with her knees up, feet on the floor, and hands behind her head. Taking a deep breath she started.

…

Or at least she tried to. Though her face visibly strained from the effort and her back had left the ground, but she only made it about halfway to completing a full sit up before her feet left the ground and the pudgy woman subsequently flopped back down back on the mat.

Like a flabby roadblock, her padded waist had simply gotten too fat for her to do sit ups. Though she’d never outwardly admit that. Nevertheless, the results were more or less the same as she flopped back to the ground. Her uncooperative tummy wobbling before you like a bowl of jelly from the motion and her ragged breath as she lay defeated. She winced as a jolt of discomfort shot through her overworked core.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

“Aha, found it.” She paused on a photo before handing you her phone and on it was a much different Videl than the chubby lady sat near you, one who was holding a championship belt above her head. Back then she had not an ounce of excess flab, her belly was flat, her limbs were toned, and her rear was tight. This was a Videl who had the body of a true fighter.

“W-well anyways, after I won that tournament I decided I wanted take sometime to recover and relax. So I gave myself a month to do and eat whatever I wanted before getting back into the swing of things. Though as you can see… things got a little out of hand.” She said as she flicked through more pictures on her phone.

Now that the timeline was going the right way you could see how her pictures went from selfies showing off the results of her workout routine to her posing with big meals at a restaurant or participating in eating challenges.

Videl always had quite a large appetite, but now was that she stopped denying herself foods that would have otherwise been too fattening for her carefully constructed diet. This on top of the fact that she had largely stopped working out meant that those calories had nothing to do but be stored as flab.

“Eventually though a month turned into three, then six, then a year, and all the while my weight was creeping up. Ugh, if I had actually gotten my fat ass in gear earlier I’d probably still be skinny, but no.”

You saw as her body slowly expanded outwards, her tight figure forged through years of discipline melting away under this sudden tide of gluttony. Her abs were layered over with a plush blanket of chub, her muscled thighs began to squish into each other, and her tight butt developed an unheard of amount of jiggle. Of course her gain did not simply stop there— no, she kept getting flabbier.

“I guess I had gotten too accustomed to living the lazy girl lifestyle and I convinced myself that I could just work off the extra weight later. ‘It’s just a couple of pounds’ I told myself. Eventually I had to face the truth when my scale told me I weighed… 270 pounds…” Her face flushed crimson red as she bashfully finished her sentence.

As she dropped down with her back on the floor mat, taking a brief moment to knead her doughy belly, the purpose of which was to massage some of the lingering soreness out of her abdominals.

Afterwards, she put herself in position with her knees up, feet on the floor, and hands behind her head. Taking a deep breath she started.

…

Or at least she tried to. Though her face visibly strained from the effort and her back had left the ground, but she only made it about halfway to completing a full sit up before her feet left the ground and the pudgy woman subsequently flopped back down back on the mat.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

“Aha, found it.” She paused on a photo before handing you her phone and on it was a much different Videl than the chubby lady sat near you, one who was holding a championship belt above her head. Back then she had not an ounce of excess flab, her belly was flat, her limbs were toned, and her rear was tight. This was a Videl who had the body of a true fighter.

“W-well anyways, after I won that tournament I decided I wanted take sometime to recover and relax. So I gave myself a month to do and eat whatever I wanted before getting back into the swing of things. Though as you can see… things got a little out of hand.” She said as she flicked through more pictures on her phone.

Now that the timeline was going the right way you could see how her pictures went from selfies showing off the results of her workout routine to her posing with big meals at a restaurant or participating in eating challenges.

Videl always had quite a large appetite, but now was that she stopped denying herself foods that would have otherwise been too fattening for her carefully constructed diet. This on top of the fact that she had largely stopped working out meant that those calories had nothing to do but be stored as flab.

“Eventually though a month turned into three, then six, then a year, and all the while my weight was creeping up. Ugh, if I had actually gotten my fat ass in gear earlier I’d probably still be skinny, but no.”

You saw as her body slowly expanded outwards, her tight figure forged through years of discipline melting away under this sudden tide of gluttony. Her abs were layered over with a plush blanket of chub, her muscled thighs began to squish into each other, and her tight butt developed an unheard of amount of jiggle. Of course her gain did not simply stop there— no, she kept getting flabbier.

“I guess I had gotten too accustomed to living the lazy girl lifestyle and I convinced myself that I could just work off the extra weight later. ‘It’s just a couple of pounds’ I told myself. Eventually I had to face the truth when my scale told me I weighed… 270 pounds…” Her face flushed crimson red as she bashfully finished her sentence.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

“Aha, found it.” She paused on a photo before handing you her phone and on it was a much different Videl than the chubby lady sat near you, one who was holding a championship belt above her head. Back then she had not an ounce of excess flab, her belly was flat, her limbs were toned, and her rear was tight. This was a Videl who had the body of a true fighter.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

She panted with exhaustion, rolling onto her back as her stomach and chest heaved with every winded breath. It was certainly impressive that Videl managed to hold a decent form at her size for about 37 seconds— half of what she wanted, but impressive nonetheless. Though it was a shadow of the multi-minute long planks she was capable of doing when she was still fit.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

“I mean if you’re okay about it, sure.” Turning around she made her way to an open area of the gym, opening her gym bag and taking out a yoga mat before laying it on the floor. She decided to start with planks first and laid herself on the ground.

“Tell me if I need to fix my form or anything.” She asked before setting a timer on her phone for a minute and propping herself up on her forearms and toes.

Keeping her posture at least somewhat straight, her overburdened abdominals began to feel the burn. Within twenty seconds her back began to arch somewhat as she tired, but more pressing matter alongside the exertion caused Videl’s face to suddenly flush a twinge of red.

He knew that the woman had prior gym experience yet it still felt so odd seeing someone of her size doing that… speaking of size, there was an issue… Videl’s gut was so big it was touching the floor!

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

It was true that her form was reminiscent of one who was experienced with gym equipment and etiquette, but her body told quite the opposite. Soft and doughy without any trace visible muscle, she looked very out of place in a gym filled with those possessing six-packs and toned physiques.

Unfortunately, supply doesn’t always meet demand… and when you’re at the gym during its peak hours, the pickings for weights and machines are slim…

Antithetical to such a word, Videl was spotted by the gym ready William, having been pacing around the crowded fitness center trying to find somebody to work in with; The girl seemed to be struggling at the bench press, arms trembling with each rep. She seemed familiar to the auburn haired man…  Not necessarily recognizing her someone he knew but certainly resembling somebody he knows of.

“Do you need a spotter?”

As opposed to your rather sunny disposition towards working out, the flabby martial artist had some differing opinions on the matter. When she was still slim and trim, Videl’s attitude towards loved coming to a gym like this and pushing her body to the limits. Nowadays… not so much.

“At least I’m done with the treadmill…”

Videl thought to herself as she lifted the barbell up and down, her biceps burning as they got the first real workout that wasn’t lifting food into her mouth. Her eyes briefly flickered over to you as she did one final lift to place the barbell on the rack above her.

Once done she laid there for a moment to catch her breath. She wiped some sweat from her brow with a towel and sat up straight on the bench; taking a swig from her bottled water before finally addressing you.

After a few months of being acquainted with William, he was an ideal candidate, especially since keeping the whole assassin thing should be rather easy for someone as... distract-able, as Mr Perkins.

"So what's up?" Will asked as he let Yor into his place, the raven haired lady having previously asked to talk to him about something

For Miss Forger, it was ideal that she find a suitable “significant other” so that she could hide her identity as an assassin easier. She did used to have one in the form of a baker, but it was only temporary at the time. But now, she was needing something more…permanent. But as implied before, her rounder figure she got from the previous relationship and her time alone truly drove away many people. They either were a health junkie, saw it as gross, a hassle to deal with financially, or for some other reason.

But when she met this man, William Perkins, she knew he was the one, non-judgmental, kind, dim-witted (in a sense.) He was perfect. But as things went along with them hanging out and going on dates, Yeah, she developed a tad bit of a crush. She didn’t want to admit that to herself, but she couldn’t help but blush softly when around him or hearing his name.

If she wanted to marry this man, she felt it best to approach this topic slowly, probably as a hypothetical. She wasn’t exactly sure. All she knew was that she needed (and somewhat wanted) to make it “official” and fast.

“A movie sounds good,” the secret assassin said with a nod and sitting next to the young man. With her rear pressing down on the cushioning, she would sink slightly into them, giving off a faint creaking sound. It was soft enough to go unnoticed, even by Yor.

Hopefully that quelled any concerns the assassin had about William finding out about her hidden life….

After a few months of being acquainted with William, he was an ideal candidate, especially since keeping the whole assassin thing should be rather easy for someone as... distract-able, as Mr Perkins.

"So what's up?" Will asked as he let Yor into his place, the raven haired lady having previously asked to talk to him about something

For Miss Forger, it was ideal that she find a suitable “significant other” so that she could hide her identity as an assassin easier. She did used to have one in the form of a baker, but it was only temporary at the time. But now, she was needing something more…permanent. But as implied before, her rounder figure she got from the previous relationship and her time alone truly drove away many people. They either were a health junkie, saw it as gross, a hassle to deal with financially, or for some other reason.

But when she met this man, William Perkins, she knew he was the one, non-judgmental, kind, dim-witted (in a sense.) He was perfect. But as things went along with them hanging out and going on dates, Yeah, she developed a tad bit of a crush. She didn’t want to admit that to herself, but she couldn’t help but blush softly when around him or hearing his name.

If she wanted to marry this man, she felt it best to approach this topic slowly, probably as a hypothetical. She wasn’t exactly sure. All she knew was that she needed (and somewhat wanted) to make it “official” and fast.

Just an indie weight gain kink RP blog featuring a cute gluttonous angel OC named Natori! 😇🍩🍔🍕🍜🌮🍛🍡🥮🍙🍚🍦🧁🍰🍪🍩🍮🍬🍫🍯

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