One of the centers

One of the girls from your math class, Alyssa, towered in front of you. She was one of your school's star centers; nearly 7'2 and filling out the better portion of what a pro-NFBA center would love like. Her body was powerful, but chubby; her smooth, mocha skin was still glistening from how hard she had played. The white and green team attire of your school clung tightly to her, accentuating every bit of her mass, nearly stretched to its limit. She didn't notice you at first-- it might've either been her belly protruding out, or the fact that she was still drunk on the victory that her team had accomplished; but it only took her a few seconds to realize that you were cowering in her locker, dressed in a pink leotard and looking very suspect. Alyssa shrieked, and then closed the locker, before quickly covering the entirety of the door with her frame. A few girls poked their heads into her row worriedly.

"Alyssa, what was that?! Are you okay? What's going on?"

"Yeah, you screamed! What's the matter?"

You waited, with every ounce of your breath at the tip of your tongue. This could turn out very, very badly. You'd heard stories of locker-room mishaps ending up in mass gangbangs for any poor male that ended up in the female locker room; but yet, instead of a triumphant futa taking advantage of your situation, you heard Alyssa begin to formulate a story.

"Oh, I thought I had just seen a rat! You know how damn terrible these locker rooms are. Jesus, I nearly had a heart attack."

The other girls screamed, almost in friendly reactivity to Alyssa's observations.

"NO WAY, EW! I THOUGHT THEY GOT RID OF THEM"

Alyssa laughed, still backed up against her locker. The smell of her sweat began to permeate through the slats in the door, filling your tiny prison with her musk. The polyester fiber from her school clothes had the characteristic gym sweat smell to it; accentuated by the fact that she was a massive girl, the locker resembled what could only be described as a month's worth of dirty school laundry. Yuck. Your throat began to close up as the smell lingered like hot fetid air, but you managed to keep your mouth shut in anticipation of worse fates.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna collect myself for a sec. You guys on to your next classes, yeah? I'll see you all in a bit." Alyssa hung tightly to the locker, waiting for all of her teammates to finish their celebrations and leave the locker room. Slowly, she unhinged the door and looked down at you. Her face was shining, probably a mixture of the sweat from her game and the shock that you gave her just a few minutes ago. Her hair was let down, an afro in curly ringlets that fell just past her shoulders.

"Hey, Doug. Nice leotard."

Fuck. At least she remembered your name?

"H-hey Alyssa."

"Now, I can stand here and ask you questions as to why you're in my locker, but I definitely have a feeling that this is Ms. Slipknot's doing; no one could ever figure out her obssession with leotards, it's kinda her 'thing' but man she's fuckin weird."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I was told to go-"

"Not really interested. You look cute in that outfit though. Kinda reminds me of this thing I saw on FutaHub." Alyssa moved closer to her locker and began rubbing her gym shorts against your face. The white and green fabric stuck to your cheek, and you felt her bulge shift and prod itself onto your nose. You caught a whiff of what her locker was filled with, except on her it was ten times as strong.

"Doug, I think you owe me one for not ratting you out just now. Half of my team was really horny, and the other half was too up their own asses from winning to let that adrenaline go to waste. Fortunately for you, I'm a bit of both. And I've had eyes on you since I saw that cute ass in math class. Alyssa began pulling down her shorts, albeit with difficulty, as the fabric was already stretched to the point of looking like compression briefs.

"Fuckin things, they don't make them for curvy girls" Alyssa stood in a power position, fully revealing just her massive thighs. Her mocha skin had cold sweat bumps on it, but also looked like she had just shaved before the game. Her size dwarfed you; even one of her legs was bigger than your entire torso. Alyssa seemed to take note of this, and wrapped her hands around your head, before pulling you in to her crotch.

"Like it? I'm glad we're on the same page here. I've got a weeks-worth of nut that I'm about to bust in that hot mouth."

Pushing away, you managed to free yourself from Alyssa's grasp, to her surprise. Looking up at her, you felt a cold breeze between your legs; further reminding you that you were in a leotard. Thinking quickly on your feet, you tried to prevent yourself from becoming a locker room statistic for the forseeable future.

"Alyssa, wait. I like you-- a lot, actually. I was planning on asking you out on a date after class today. I'm really sorry about ever-"

She stopped you, with a finger to your mouth. "Really?" Alyssa began rubbing her crotch, pulling you closer into her, almost smothering you with her immense breasts.

Pushing away, again, you looked up at her.

"Yes, I wanted to take you out for some food today actually." You put on your best puppy dog eyes, in the hopes that she'd realize that she'd be giving up a long term opportunity for a short term cumdump.

Luckily, she sat you down on the bench; giving you a full view of her massive figure. She was extraordinarily well built, and beautiful by any standard, her frame packed on with enough muscle and curves that would make even the Pope blush.

"You know what, Doug? I don't think you're bluffing." Alyssa blushed a bit, around her nose and cheeks. You could sense she was starting to get a bit flustered. "Where do you wanna go?"

Your mind began racing. "Uh, how about the sandwich shop across the street? I'll walk with you after class."

Alyssa beamed, and then retained a somewhat devious grin. "Ok, I like this idea. But you're not getting away from me fucking your throat. You owe me. I just wanna see that pretty little mouth **** on my meat. But since this is technically a date, you want me to get ready or anything?"