Her second class of the day: worse

(Chapter originally written by Bollo. Permission was granted to repost)

After English had finally ended, Loraine headed to the locker room for her next class, P.E. "At least I don't have to get changed. I guess that's the one positive of this class."

P.E. was the class she dreaded the most. Not because she'd hated exercising. In fact, she'd used to be the star player in her old handball team. No, it was obviously...

"Alright class, let's work up a sweat. Five laps around the room! GO! GO! GO!"

Because of her wobbling skin! She's always hated how her flesh jiggled when she moved. Her ass shook like gelatin. Her tits bounced in every direction, which was especially painful, since she wasn't wearing a bra. And she just knew other would notice it too.

"Oh, I could go for some Jell-O." Laughed the guy behind her, who sat in front of her during English.

"And I could go for a footlong, " retorted Loraine, never averting her eyes to the back of the girl in front of her, "but as you can't expect my 'Jell-O', I can't expect a footlong from you."

The guy simply scoffed, as the group finished the warm-up.

"Alright gang. Next up, dodgeball. Dupont, Laurent, pick your teams." As Loraine walked to the center, so did the Guy.

"Alright, Laurent, do your worst."

"I only do my best." He gave a cocky smile.

As the game went on, Loraine noticed a hole in Laurent's defense. She threw the ball with all her might and got his chest. However, he fell backwards and yelled "GODDAMMIT, SHE HIT MY HEAD! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!" Covering his face, he quickly winked at Loraine with a grin.

"No, he's lying, it was his chest! He's fine!" Pleaded Loraine.