Jen waddled through the campus, her makeshift outfit causing her discomfort with every step. The tennis skirt's elastic waistband dug into her swollen belly, exacerbating her awkward gait. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she made her way towards the gymnasium, knowing that the eyes of her peers were fixed upon her.
The rain began to drizzle, casting a dreary atmosphere over the already uncomfortable situation. With each drop that landed on her, Jen's resolve wavered, and her pace slowed even more. The wet ground made her steps unsteady, and her waddle became increasingly pronounced as she struggled to maintain her balance.
As she finally reached the gymnasium, she was met with the stern gaze of the gym coach, who had been waiting patiently. "Late again," the coach barked, unimpressed. "You know the drill. Run laps!"
Jen's heart sank as she realized she had no choice but to endure more physical exertion in her uncomfortable state. She reluctantly stepped onto the track, the rain steadily drenching her. With each lap, her waddle became more pronounced, her feet slipping on the wet surface.
But despite her best efforts, Jen struggled to complete the laps in the allotted time. Her heavy belly slowed her down, while her large breasts were bouncing out of control and the discomfort from her clothes and the rain made each stride feel like an uphill battle. The coach's impatient gaze intensified with each passing second.
When the whistle blew to signal the end of the exercise, Jen found herself still a few laps away from finishing. Breathing heavily, she looked towards the coach, hoping for a shred of leniency. However, the coach's expression remained stern, her disappointment evident.
"You didn't finish in time," the coach said, her voice cold and unwavering. "Detention. Report to the office immediately!"
Jen's heart sank further. She had tried her best, but her condition and the circumstances had conspired against her. With a heavy sigh, she waddled off the track, her discomfort and embarrassment weighing heavily on her.
As she trudged through the rain towards the office, each step felt like a reminder of her failure. The wet clothing clung to her body, exacerbating her discomfort. Her waddle became more pronounced as the water-soaked fabric of her clothes clung to her swollen belly.
Entering the office, Jen was met with the disapproving gaze of the school administrator. Without uttering a word, the administrator pointed to a seat, signaling for her to sit and wait. Jen did as instructed, her mind racing with a mix of frustration and exhaustion