More fun with Karen/Olivia bouncy Gym Class

Mulling over his frustration, Kevin headed out of class and down the hall. He saw Karen talking to her friend Janet, who was also in their Western Civ class. He could make out their conversation as he took out the transceiver and pretended to play on his phone.

"Why are you so dressed up today, Karen?" she asked, examining her friend's outfit. "Do you have a hot date later?" Janet felt a bit underdressed now in her college-branded shirt and jeans.

"Man, I wish." She said, "Haven't been on a date since Mark transferred out of state. He realized her posture was still perfect even when standing, making her astounding rack stick out even more. Now that she was standing, Kevin also noticed what a peach of an ass she had. "wow, yoga is really paying off your you, huh" he thought to himself. The perfect idea struck him.

Karen Genato, instead of walking, will strut, making sure her tits and ass bounce with each step. Whenever anyone says anything to her about it, it becomes more exaggerated.

He sent the command and returned to his dorm to play some video games.

Karen:

"yeah, the long-distance thing has been really hard on us," she explained.

"I'm so sorry, girl. At least you know he's not going to cheat on you. I mean, look at you." She laughed but meant the compliment.

"You're too sweet," she said, chuckling. "Well, I don't want to be late for math. You know how Mr.Patrick is"

As Karen walked away, she didn't notice how her hips swayed with every step, and each landing caused a slight jiggle in her pert breasts.

"Looking good, sweety," some jerk shouted as she passed him in the hall

"bite me," she replied, annoyed, but her walk changed a bit more, looking like a dancer strolling over to a stripper pole oozing sex appeal.

Olivia:

Olivia changed into her tank top and gym shorts and sat with the girls in the locker room. She fixed her hair and smoothed the tight-fitting tank top down. She felt something was missing. "oh yeah," she said, reaching into the sides of her shirt and rubbing her nips till they hardened.

Ashley, a well-endowed Redhead hiding under two sports bras, asked, "Are you not going to wear a sports bra?"

Olivia smiled. "Thank you, Ashley; sure, your Bazongas look great when not all wrapped up like that."

They filed into the gym for a warm-up, starting with a jog around the gym. The boy's basketball practice came to a full stop as Olivia passed by her tanktop, fighting hard to keep her breasts contained. Some boys whistled well, and others cheered.

Ms. Green, the girl's calisthenics teacher, was an older butch-looking woman. Some of the girls had a theory she was a lesbian, but no one dared ask.

"OK, girls, pair up. Where will mark your progress by seeing how many jumping jacks you can do. One keeps count of the other jumps. Easy as that."

Olivia walked over to Ashley. "So you wanna be my partner?"

"Umm, OK, are you a little nervous, though?" Ashley

"Why, I'm in great shape," She said, bringing her arms up to flex and then down, creating even more cleavage.

Ashley took out a stopwatch. "OK, and... go."

Ashely was having trouble keeping count as she watched her partner jiggle on every rep. About thirty seconds in, she noticed it.

"Liv, stop!" she shouted,

"what's wrong?" Olivia said catching

"Umm, your umm," she pointed toward Olivia's tank top

Olivia looked down both her tits had escaped confinement and were hanging proudly out of her shirt. The sweat made them glisten and painted a pretty picture

"Oh my god," her arms shot up, and she ran back to the girl's locker room

"What is wrong with me today?"