Just in time

Needing to get across campus but not wanting to tire yourself out, you decide a light jog will do. The campus itself is mostly deserted, since the majority of students don’t get in till next week. On your way to the track you only spotted one group of people, and were very glad you were hurrying by. It looked like the disciplinarians were training their new recruits on proper punishment techniques, as two Futas were demonstration how to invertedly suspend some unlucky guy to a group of five.

You make it to the track with a few minutes to spare, and see the other track members already gathering and stretching. There were about a score of students here, all of them women except for two guys other than yourself. With everyone in their track wear, you can spot that the majority of the women were certainty packing something big, as the tight shorts did nothing to conceal their bulges. The other thing that stood out about the Futa were that the majority of them were at least a head taller than everyone else.

You take a look at the few non-Futas. The four of them looked nervous, and you wonder if they even truly know what they were getting into.

You feel pretty loose after your stretch, so stay at the edge of the group. That’s likely to your benefit as the Futas surround the others stretching forms, and slowly get more and more inappropriate. Just as one of the largest Futas start grinding against the ass of a boy stretching forward, the coach comes and yells “knock it off everyone! On the track, now!”

You hurry with the group, and do a quick look at the others. The guy who was getting harassed still with a heavily red face, and the other non Futas standing nervously in the middle of it all. The coach walks to the front of everyone, giving you your first good look of her. She is as tall as any of the other Futas, but by her package there is a reason she isn’t wearing shorts as she couldn’t contain it otherwise. Her blonde hair was tied in a tight bun, and her blue eyes looked through the crowd. Her lips chewed on a bright silver whistle, ready to blow.

“Now, we look like we have a strong team this year... but before we begin, we have our normal problem, as the vets know. While we have 21 athletes here, there are actually only 20 spots on the team. So our first day of training will actually be a nice 2 mile run. Whoever finishes last will not be on the team as an athlete, but will become the teams mascot. No one is exempt from this, not even the vets... so you better be ready to go!”

You certainty were not prepared for this, and all the other freshmen looked just as shocked. You tried to calm yourself though... most of the people here were likely short distance runners, so you had an edge. After all, you just had to beat at least one of them!

The whistle blows, and everyone starts off.