Now the sports bra...

Lauren looked down. There, over her crotch was the spandex shorts. Well, they were technically shorts. On her thick thighs and hips they looked more like tiny panties really. The legs were rolled up into nonexistence, the material all stretched to the point of being semi sheer. She grimaced at how tightly it invaded her nether region, tightly encasing and somewhat spreading her lips and wedging firmly up her butt. It also had the very unfortunate side effect of pushing her swollen belly up and out, causing it to hang over slightly in the most unflattering way!

"Now, the top." Britney, who Lauren had forgotten in her shame, spoke up. She was holding the sports bra. Before Lauren could respond she pulled the top over Lauren's head. While Lauren squirmed and blushed, Britney worked it over her arms one at a time, while Lauren desperately used the other to cover her small breasts, hiding them from Mark with fierce determination.

Finally, after a squirming, awkward experience Britney slid the Sports bra over Lauren's chest. Lauren looked down. It was small, she wasn't sure where Vanessa had gotten it. Something from youth perhaps? There was no way it would fit Vanessa's sizeable bust now. In fact, it was too small for Lauren's little chest. It was painfully tight, encasing each breast tightly and squeezing them flat and apart.

Lauren looked down. There was her body, pudgy, in ill fitting work out clothes, showing way too mucch of her pale skin. Then, almost against her will she looked at Britney and Vanessa. The pair looked so lean, tan, hour glass shaped and perfect in comparison. She burned with envious humiliation.

"Alright, time to do our workout!" Vanessa said.