training

"So Jessica, I see you're dressed about as properly as one would expect a girl like you to be." Britney said. Her supporters all giggled as the flushing Jessica struggled to hide her ample body, so barely hidden by her crop top and panties. "Do you want to warm up or would you rather get straight to work?"

Jessica simply glared at her rival.

"Well, we'll get straight to work then." Britney said. She turned to her friends. "Girls, set up the bar. Let's say something easy. How about 3 meters?"

"Fine." Jessica mumbled, taking the pole. She didn't really have a choice, did she? Besides, 3 meters was easy. She'd been able to clear that height back in high school! Jessica noticed some neighbors were watching across the street. God, an even larger crowd! Hopefully nobody recognized her as the local Olympic hopeful. A photo of her in her current outfit may seriously damage her reputation and hurt her chances to qualify!

"Okay, I'll start." Britney said, taking position at the start of the track. She waved to the watching neighbors, who waved back excitedly. Then she gave her friends a thumbs up. Then she started running, lean limbs pumping. She planted the pole and vaulted, straining her legs up high. 3 meters was such an easy height she even threw in a little twirl as she went over the pole, landing on the pad below.

"There! Easy." Britney commented, getting out of the way. "Now, Jessica, why don't you give it a shot! Surely no problem for such a fine specimen as you!"

Jessica took her position. She shot a nervous glance at the neighbors. God, their whole family had gathered! She looked away, trying to focus. Taking a deep breath, she started running. Immediately the problems started. Her feet scrapped on the bare ground. Without shoes she was greatly slowed down. Even worse, the undersized panties dug into a tight wedgie, tugging into her nethers as she ran. She grimaced, trying to power through the obstacles. She didn't have a great speed, but tried to rely on her arms, pushing as hard against the pole as she could when she jumped. Despite her hindrances she got clearing height. She leaped over the pole... only to have her swollen stomach hit the bar, knocking it loose. She landed in an awkward pile. The whole crowd laughed. Jessica flushed. She'd been shown up by her rival!

"Ooh, looks like that swollen gut got in the way!" Britney laughed. "Do you really think a girl like you could beat me?"

"A girl like me!?" Jessica said, jumping up. "What does that mean?" Was this more racism from her enemy?

"I mean a girl with a big ol' beer gut!" Britney said. Jessica, humiliated, crossed her arms over her slightly swollen stomach as everyone laughed at her...