Gym Jealousy
NOTE: I'm still working on my other pieces, just felt more inspired to publish the first part to this new story now. Look forward to seeing more of this and other pieces soon!
"Push! Keep pushing, Em. Two more!" Serena cheered as her friend and gym partner Emily used the leg press.
"Let me focus, gah, please," Em forced out between breaths, her forehead covered in sweat from the previous couple sets.
"Come on Em, one more. Easy as can be," the lean Asian girl said, watching as her friend's stockier legs quivered under the weight. Emily was fighting for the last rep, but was starting to fade with each half breath.
"FUCK," Emily exhaled in an exasperated roar, her legs bending back to the starting position, and the weighted foot pad sliding back down. Her chest heaved with each breath, sweat crowning her forehead and soaking the collar of her tee. It was her fourth trip with Serena, and she hadn't seen the inside of a gym since sophomore year of high school.
That was four years ago, when she was thin. Emily remembered being able to easily move the weight she had it set to. Now, it hardly moved at all. And what stung more was that she knew what had changed. Sophomore year of high school she was fit as could be. She ran cross-country for the school, but made weight-training an essential part of her day-to-day routine. Her diet throughout high school, and even into the sunset of senior year, was strict so she could keep her athletic skill sharp and her body even sharper. All the way through graduation, the girl kept on top of her fitness, and her toned appearance was proof.
That was until freshman year. The brunette had less time to go to the gym due to her studies. She came home tired and hungry from the walk to her classes, and spent more time than ever napping, lounging, or eating. As freshman year at uni progressed, she gave up the gym entirely. As the weeks progressed, Emily watched as all she'd worked hard for slowly faded. Her toned musculature was the first to go, the defined muscles and abs fading into pliable, weak flesh.
Then, her breasts and ass grew. It was subtle at its start. She struggled pulling up her size small leggings, and her sports bra rode up her tits ever so slightly. At first, it was easy to cope with.
Nothing wrong with a little more,
she'd thought, staring at herself daily in her dorm mirror. Before long, Her leggings clung to the skin of her legs like shrink wrap, stretched to the point of nearly being see-through. Cellulite became more apparent up and down her legs, as was the physical jiggle of flesh she felt with each step. Her tits kept swelling to match, starting at a pert B cup before uni, and reaching somewhere around an E by the end of freshman year. Her ability to cope grew fainter by the day as her tummy formed a pouch of fat over time, a far cry from the defined abs she'd had only a year previous. Over the course of the first year, the 100 pound track athlete had watched herself grow into a thick, untrained near 200 pound white girl with E cup tits, a fat ass, and softness all over.
The girl hated her current body image. She hated that she'd let herself fall this far, and hated how she felt. Despite the men she still had hitting on her, she felt like it was out of pity, or because they felt she was an easier lay than her friends. Her view on other people shifted dramatically, despising anyone who so much as mentioned her looks. She'd grown crass and spiteful, missing desperately the body she'd had only two years ago.
And that exact body type belonged to her friend Serena. The 5'2" Asian was everything Emily had been, and more. Her tan skin accentuated the ridges of her muscles and abs divinely. Emily's face at her current weight had still kept somewhat trim, yes, but Serena's was cut perfectly. She was cute, but with a defined jawline and cheekbones, she was
hot
as well. Her waist was trim, with a developed back that gave her a faint taper. The girl had practically no fat, save for in the most desirable places. But what Emily hated most were her friend's assets. Her perky B cup tits sat so nicely in the cropped top she sported now. Her ass was shapely and perky, and the way her tight-fitting short-shorts hugged it now drew the gazes of countless other gymgoers. Her body was something any girl would kill for: toned with just enough weight in the areas that mattered. It irked Emily in a way that she hadn't felt before.
The girls had met in a Biology 200-level course, as they were each other's assigned lab partner. Emily, being the more studious of the two, had done everything for her partner, who instead spent the period flirting with boys from other lab groups. It bothered Emily to such an excruciating degree as she'd done the same thing in classes when she was thin. To now be on the other end of the workload because of her looks was downright humiliating. Evidently, their work relationship caused Emily to hold a good amount of ire toward Serena. In an odd, nearly infuriating twist, however, Serena liked having Emily around, and decided to become friendly with the curvy girl.
Emily, begrudgingly, became friendly with the athlete. However, it quickly became obvious how charitable and ingenuine Serena's friendship really was. She didn't want to be her friend, Emily believed, she just felt bad.
This is a fucking charity
, she thought,
like she's helping someone less fortunate.
The thought burned in her skull with each interaction and text the two had.
I'm not a friend to her,
she thought,
I'm a case she thinks she can help
.
She then remembered the reason why she'd befriended many an unattractive girl in high school. The slim Emily kept a thicker or less conventionally cute girl around her nearly all the time. It made Emily
pop.
What's one bombshell in a group totally comprised of them? Ignored. But what is a bombshell in a group of her less cute peers? A diamond in the rough.
Now, she thought, she was the rough. She was around to make the fit girl stand out. Her, and her muffin top, stretch-marked, squishy body. As much as she hated those around her, she despised her body the most.
And in Emily's mind, Serena's invitation to accompany her to the gym only cemented these ideas of superficial friendship, whether they were true or not. Emily held a grudge for the girl that only grew with each session the two had. The way she coached her, as if she couldn't do it herself. The way she looked at her like she was some pet project. It pissed Emily off endlessly.
"Almost had it, Em," Serena said to her breathless friend.
"Yeah."
"Maybe we could knock the weight down next time, so you can get a little more range of motion?"
Emily glared at the Asian girl with embers in her eyes, though gave up and stared down when she figured the girl was too ditzy to ever pick up on it. "No, I can do it."
Serena didn't reply for a few moments, causing the brunette to look up once more. She watched as her classmate's eyes tracked something (or someone) moving from one side of the gym to the other. She held them on target for a good couple moments or so.
"Yeah, that's great. Hey, I'm gonna go do something real quick, you can get started on calf raises if you want," she said half-mindedly, eyes never moving. She didn't wait for a reply before picking up her metal water bottle and walking off toward whatever she saw.
