Fast Times At Flexington High - Part 1 - Gym Bullied

[grbaclig]

The following is a work of satire. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. All characters are 18 years of age or older unless explicitly stated otherwise.


Chapter 1

       “So, what's Flexington really like?” I asked Becky as we sat cuddling on my bed.
       “It totally lives up to the hype,” she said. “It's super nice, that's why it's so expensive. The classes are really advanced and the sports teams are really good. But you've heard all that already.”
       Becky was right about that last part. I had lived in southern California since I was a kid and I had heard about Flexington High School my whole life. It was famous for being one of the best private high schools in the country, and Becky had gone there since she was a freshman, so I was excited to join her. I was also excited because I was one of the best football players in the state, and if I also made the Flexington High School football team I was guaranteed a spot at a top college. But that wasn't all Flexington was famous for. “So,” I asked Becky, smiling as I put my hand on her thigh luscious thigh, “are the girls at Flexington High School as hot as everyone says?”
       Becky smiled and took my hand off her thigh. “Why are you worried about that, Chad?” she asked me playfully. “You already have a super hot girlfriend.”
       Becky was right about that last part. She was blonde and beautiful, with long legs and perky tits. The second I saw her on the beach last summer, I knew I had to have her. “Who knows?” I replied, pulling her close. “Maybe I'm looking to upgrade. I'm a total stud. I can have any girl I want.”
       Becky giggled and wrapped her arms around me. My confidence totally turned her on, and in just a few seconds we were making love.
      
       The next morning came quickly, and for the first time in my life, I was excited for the first day of school. I had always heard about how expensive and deluxe Flexington High was, but seeing for the first time was something else. It was a huge modern building of gleaming glass windows that looked more like an office park from a science fiction movie than a high school. Not only that, but the parking lot was full of sick cars. As I walked toward the building, I stopped to admire a bright red Ferrari F8 Spider in one of the teachers' spaces, but once I got inside the building I found something even better to stare at. Every girl I saw was a total smokeshow. Hell, Becky wasn't even in the top 20 hottest girls I saw before first bell. Within 10 minutes of being in school, it was clear that Flexington High School had lived up to its reputation for hot chicks.
       The bad news is that Flexington High also lived up to its reputation for being serious about academics. Every class I attended was super serious, and I was never a great student. I was getting lost during the lectures on the first day of school.
       But that was okay. I was a star athlete, so they would probably let me slide. And besides, I only had to make it through my senior year and I would off playing ball at a big-time college. So instead of studying after my first day of school, I decided to hit the weight room and focus on what I was good at.

       I followed the signs to the weight room, which was on the first floor behind two double doors, and for the first time that day, I was disappointed. The weight room was small and musty, and there were only a few machines, which were old and uncomfortable-looking. Heck there weren't even enough weights for me to max out my deadlift. As I started to stretch, I walked up to a guy at the dumbbell rack. He was quite a bit smaller than me, but big enough to be a wrestler, or maybe even play a skill position on the football team. “Man, I thought this place would have a better weight room than this,” I said. “I expected something like a Gold's gym.”
       He frowned. “This is the old weigh room,” he said. “The new one is a lot nice, but the girls won't let us use it anymore. We have to use this one.”
       That didn't make any sense, and I told him so. “Why would the girls get the nice weight room?” I asked. “Is that some kind of new feminist school board rule or something?”
       He squirmed uncomfortably. “No,” he said. “We're technically allowed to go in there, but the girls won't let us. We tried last year, and it was... bad. It's safer just to stay in here, trust me.”
       It was clear that this guy was a total wuss, and I told him so. “Look man,” I said, “if you're too much of a wuss to stand up to a bunch of girls, that's fine. But I've been the bully in every gym that I've ever set foot in, and if I need to pump iron, there's no chick on earth that's going to stop me.”
       All the other guys in the gym looked at me like I was crazy, but I just rolled my eyes and left.

[grbaclig]

Chapter 2

       Becky was in student government, and she had some meeting after school, so I texted her and asked her about what the wuss in the old gym. She sent me a shrug emoji. 'Never been to the gym,' she texted back. 'But lots of girls here work out. I can come along to protect you, if you're scared.'
       She ended her text with a winking emoji, and I smiled. No way I was scared of being bullied by a gym full of girls. I was 6'3” and 220 pounds of muscle, and I had been the bully at every gym I had ever been too. But I missed seeing Becky all day, so I waited a few minutes for her meeting to end. We kissed in the hallway, and after she changed her clothes, she walked me to the new gym.
       I was blown away. It was as big as a deluxe fitness center, with a dozen squat racks and two of every machine you could ever want. Not only was it loaded with weight machines, but there were battle ropes, punching bags, and astroturf strips for sprinting and flipping tires. And amazingly enough, the place was full! There were almost 50 girls in there. I shook my head. “To think they're wasting a gym like this on chicks,” I said.
       “Try not to be too sexist,” Becky said. “I have to go to school with these girls.”
       “You know you love it,” I said, putting my hand on her butt as she blushed.
       She did love it, and so did every other chick I had ever met, because chicks love when studs like me put them in the their place. Heck, I could have any girl in this gym. And as I looked around at the stone cold hotties in the gym, I thought about what I said earlier to Becky, about how I might be looking for an upgraded girlfriend. Heck, that's how I met Becky. She was upgrade over my old girlfriend Shannon, and there were dozens of chicks in here that would be an upgrade over her.
       Becky must have seen me looking around, because she punched me in the shoulder. “I'm going to go grab a treadmill,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Try not to get into trouble.”
       But as Becky walked off, trouble found me. The kind of trouble that I would love to get into. Walking up to me was a foxy green-eyed girl with long, curly strawberry-blonde hair and mischievous smile on her face. She was wearing a cropped black tank top and a short pair of black gym shorts that she had clearly chosen to show off her tight tummy, round butt and cantaloupe-sized tits. Her body put Becky's to shame, and judging by the nasty twinkle in her eyes, she knew it. “Hey,” I said with a cocky smirk. “I'm Chad, and I just transferred in from-”
       “Yeah I don't really give a fuck who you are,” she said, her mischievous smile turning into a bitchy smirk. “You don't belong in here, and you need to get out.”
       That took me aback. Most chicks threw themselves at me, especially when I was in my workout shorts and stringer tank top, showing off my muscles. She was clearly playing hard to get, and I was happy to play along. “Really?” I asked, looking around. “I don't see any signs saying that studs aren't allowed. You know, I think you're just afraid because you won't be able to keep your hands off me.”
       The strawberry-blonde girl's face turned into a disgusted frown. “Oh that's pathetic,” she snorted. “Look, you don't know who I am, so I'm going to let you get away with that one. I'm Lizzie Munsch, and I'm kind of the school bully, so unless you want me to spend the rest of the year ruining your life―which believe me, I would love to do―you need to get the hell out of here.”
       I laughed out loud. “You're the school bully, huh?” I asked. “Well let me tell you something, Lizzie. I'm the gym bully, so I'll stay out of your way out there, and you stay out my way in here. Unless you want kiss and make up―which believe me, I would love to do.”
       Lizzie's lips twitched with anger, which was not the reaction that I was expecting. She wasn't flirting at all. She was being serious, and judging by the way she raised up and stuck her chest out, I could tell that she was used to getting her way. She glared at me for a second, then relaxed. “Suit yourself,” she said. “But two weeks from now, when you're crying yourself to sleep and afraid to show your face around town, remember that I gave you a chance to walk away.”
       I snorted in laughter. As serious as this chick was, guys always beat girls, and I wasn't scared of her. “Okay, whatever,” I said. “Now could you move? I'm going over there to use those dumbbells.”
       I stepped around Lizzie, making my way to the dumbbells, and I couldn't help but notice that I was getting dirty looks from a lot of the girls in the weight room as I did. But I didn't care. I'd bang at least 10 of them before the years was out, I reminded myself.

[Dona Fell Friz]

Christmas arrives early this year!

[nickolai]

BOOM!! So glad to see another story from you.  Can't wait to get into it!

[IBP]

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I swear I must some kind of sixth sense for smut, for I came here yesterday wondering if there was any new content but for some reason it opened onto "Big Girls on Campus" riiiight where Renee flips the boat and I got lost.

What else can I say but,

[grbaclig]

Chapter 3

       A second later I was looking at a rack full of dumbbells in front of a wall-length mirror, and this gym was so well-stocked that the dumbbells went up to 150's. “To think they're wasting a gym like this on chicks,” I said as I picked up a pair of 25's and started knocking our reverse-grip bicep curls to get my forearms primed so I could get them pumped when I went to heavy lifts.
       I was a few reps in when a cute little Asian girl walked up. She was wearing yoga pants, but unfortunately I couldn't see her butt because she was wearing an XXL sweatshirt that hung to her thighs. The sweatshirt also had the sleeves cut short so they hung loose covering her arms above her wrists, and unfortunately it was so baggy that I couldn't see how big her tits were, but she was cute as a button, so I was ready to flirt. Before I could talk, she introduced herself. “Hi, I'm Kimiko,” she said with a smile. “But everyone calls me Kimi. Are you new here?”
       “I'm Chad,” a said, flashing a smirk. “Just transferred to Flexington this year. I'm looking to play some football and find a new girlfriend. If you're interested in either one, just let me know.”
       Kimi blushed and smiled. That was the reaction I was used to getting from girls, and it made me happy. Even better, as she turned away bashfully, I her sweatshirt moved enough that I could see that she had huge tits under there, like porn star sized melons. I wasn't ready to dump Becky for her without being able to look at her butt first, but I could at least use her as a girl on the side. “Hey let me give you a tip with those reverse curls,” Kimi said. “If you move your hands closer to the head of the dumbbell, it will turn your wrist and engage the brachioradialis better.”
       The idea of taking weightlifting tips from a girl half my size was hilarious, but I wanted to bang Kimi, so I held my laughter to a light snicker. “Oh really?” I asked. “You do a lot of reverse curls?”
       “I'm kind of a gym rat,” she said, walking over to the dumbbell rack. “Here let me show you.”
       Then, to my surprise Kimiko plucked the 30 pound dumbbells off the rack, stood next to me, and started knocking out reverse curls like a machine. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I guess she caught me staring in disbelief because she smiled and blushed again. I looked in shame at the 25 pound dumbbells in my hands. “Oh, I... uh... I'm just warming up,” I said. “I normally lift a lot heavier.”
       “Same here,” she said with a smile. “Now check this out.”
       Kimiko racked the dumbbells and pulled her baggy left sleeve of her sweatshirt up to her elbow, revealing a forearm that was packed with so much muscle it was the size of a grapefruit. This tiny little Asian girl had forearms almost as big as mine! She twisted her wrist and made a cable of muscle  spring to life on the upper side of her forearm, starting from her dainty feminine wrist and running up her forearm until it was as thick as a golf ball where it crossed over her elbow and disappeared up her sleeve. “What the hell?” I exclaimed, and Kimiko giggled.
       “Pretty cool, huh?” she said as she continued to twist her wrist, making her meaty forearm ripple with muscle. “That's the brachioradialis and it's there to provide strength when the biceps is in a compromised position, like when you're doing reverse curls. I make sure to hold the dumbbell close to the head to maximize muscle activation. That's why my brachioradialis is bigger than yours. See?”
       Kimiko then held her forearm up to mine, and to my shock she was right. The thick cable of muscle on her forearm put mine to shame. I couldn't believe it. A little chick like her should never be bigger or stronger than a football-playing stud like me. It was pretty obvious what was going on here. “What the hell kind of steroids do you take to get forearms like that?” I asked with a sneer.
       Kimiko frowned. “I don't use steroids,” she said, looking hurt and confused. “I've just been lifting weights all my life because... because I have a medical condition that I'm trying to manage.”
       “No way,” I said. “Girls can't get muscles like that without juicing. Especially not tiny Asian girls.”
       Kimiko's frown got really sour when I said that, turning from sadness to anger, but I didn't care. © Saradass were gross, and I didn't want to fuck her anymore, no matter how big her tits might be under that sweatshirt. “Wow,” she said. “Sexist and racist. I can't believe I thought you were cute. You know, crap like this is why we kicked the guys out of here in the first place.”
       “Good luck kicking me out,” I scoffed. “I'm a straight-up 100% pure-bred gym bully, and you'll need a lot more than just big forearms to get rid of me.”

[phil123]

Great start and on the first visit he already got outmuscle. Like to read when he images that he is the weakeSt in school

[ravanin]

this is gonna be good i hope we see flashbacks to when the girls kicked the boys out of the gym

[grbaclig]

Chapter 4

       After I had put the little Asian girl with the gross forearms in her place, I headed toward the bench press. Becky cut me off. “Were you just a dick to Kimiko Kenichi?” she asked.
       “The little Chinese girl?” I asked. “Maybe. Who cares?”
       “She's American, actually,” Becky said. “Her parents are from Japan but she was born in Yorba Linda. And she's really nice and really shy. She took a chance talking to you.”
       I shrugged. “I guess she'll have to do better next time,” I said. “And she should lay off the juice.”
       Becky sighed, but I flashed her a nighty wink, and she smiled. She couldn't resist me. “Just try not to be a dick anymore, okay,” she said. “I'm going to do some yoga.”

       I was at the inclined bench press, and I loaded up 135 pounds just to get a warmup set in. Then I put a couple of 25's on for another warmup set at 185. I was about three reps into that set when Lizzie Munsch sauntered up.
       Before I could tell her to go away, she flashed her bitchy grin and pulled up her tank top and sportsbra, letting her big juicy tits bounce free. They were the most amazing breasts I had ever seen in my life. They were even bigger than they looked under her tank top, and they were round, perky and covered with a light dusting of freckles, and capped off with bright pink areolae and nipples the size of sewing thimbles that called out to be sucked on.
       Immediately I lost control of the barbell and came falling down to my chest, pinning me in an awkward position. Lizzie chuckled as she pulled her top back down, and a second later a small crowd of girls had gathered, led by a stunning blonde woman who couldn't have been much older than the students, no more than 25 years old. “Thank God you're here, Coach Kelly,” Lizzie said, pretending to be concerned. “Somehow a boy got into the weight room, and tried to lift more than he can handle.”
       Coach Kelly was dressed in a Flexington High School track suit with a whistle around her neck, and she had angelic features, golden blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that wouldn't have looked out of place on the cover of a fashion magazine. “Here, let me give you a hand with that,” she said as she helped me rack the barbell. “In the future, I would recommend leaving the clips off the bar so that you can dump the plates off when something like this happens. But really you should have a spotter if you're using more weight than you can easily handle on a big compound lift like the bench press.”
       I was super pissed. I could put up 185 on the inclined bench all day long, but Lizzie Munsch had distracted me with her big freckly funbags, and now I looked like a chump in front of a bunch of girls. “No way,” I said, pointing to Lizzie. “I can lift 185 easy. But that little bitch flashed her tits at me and I got distracted.”
       “What!?” Lizzie said, pretending to be outraged. “How dare you! I'm a cheerleader and an honor student, and I would never show my tits in public!”
       The snickering and eye-rolling of the other girls told me that this wasn't the first time Lizzie had taken those big juicy hooters out in public, and even Coach Kelly cocked a suspicious eyebrow. “Oh sure, poor innocent Lizzie Munsch just happens to be in the middle of another disaster,” she sighed.
       “I'm serious, Coach Kelly,” Lizzie said. “There is toxic masculinity all over the place in here!”
       “Give it a rest, Lizzie,” Coach Kelly said sharply before turning to me. “I'm Kelly O'Malley the strength coach at Flexington High School. I don't recognize you. Are you new here?”
       “Yeah,” I said, straightening out my back. “My name is Chad-”
       “Well Chad let's get one thing straight right away,” she said coldly, cutting me off. “This is my gym, and I make the rules. And in my gym we follow proper safety protocols, like asking for spotters when we need them, and we never, ever use the b-word. Do you understand?”
       “Yeah,” I grumbled.
       “Is that how you talk to the Strength Coach at your new school?” she asked sharply.
       “Sorry. I mean 'yes coach',” I said as I stood up off the bench.
       “Thank you in advance for your cooperation,” she said as she walked away.

       As the other girls cleared away and went back to working out, Lizzie Munsch stayed behind, smiling at me. I wasn't in the mood for it. “You're a real nasty little slut aren't you?” I snapped.
       She snorted in laughter. “Yeah, I am actually,” she said. “I'm the nastiest little slut. But unfortunately for you, you're never going to find out how nasty I can be, because you're not my type.”
       “Oh no?” I said, pushing past her.
       “No,” she said. “But that cute little girlfriend of yours is.”
       I turned around, partly angry and partly confused. “What?” I asked.
       Lizzie stepped up to me, looking me square in the eye with her bitchy little glare. “I'll make you a deal,” she said. “After I steal her away from you, make her cum harder than you ever could, and break her ditzy little heart, I'll let you have her back. At least what's left of her, after I wreck that pussy.”
       “What the hell did you just say?” I demanded, more out of shock than anger.
       Lizzie stepped closer, mashing her big tits against my chest. “I said, I'm going to wreck your girlfriend's pussy and break her heart. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.”
       I couldn't believe what I just heard. That was the most messed up thing anyone had ever said to me. If she were a guy I would have hit her. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked in disgust.
       “So many things,” Lizzie laughed as she walked away. “Oh so many things.”

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, great seeing you back, grbaclig, I missed your stories, though a lot of them have the same kind of guys in them, it's amazing that there are so many assholes in the World. But then again, if there were no guys to cheer against, there'd be no need for these girls to show off their superiority over him. So yeah, I'll be keeping an eye on this, welcome back! k+!

[grbaclig]

Chapter 5

       My chest was tweaked pretty bad by the accident on the bench press, so I headed over to the squat rack next. I did a quick warm up set, and soon I was squatting 315. I was about halfway through my second set, with my legs starting to really burn, when I went down for a rep and heard giggling behind me. Girls are always giggling about stupid stuff, so I didn't think much about it, but when I started to power the bar up, I felt my shorts and underwear get jerked down. All of a sudden I was standing up in the middle of the gym with my cock and balls hanging out. A few girls giggled, a few girls squealed in shock, and Lizzie Munsch was standing right there in front of me with her phone out, snapping pictures. “The lighting in here is just perfect,” she said with a venomous laugh.
       I quickly bent down to cover myself and grab my shorts, letting the bar crash down onto the safety bars, which caused some nearby girls to scream. When I finally got my pants back on, Coach Kelly was standing in front of me, looking at me disapprovingly. “No spotter, Chad?” she asked.
       “I don't need a spotter for 315,” I grumbled, afraid to tell her that I had my dick out in the gym.
       Coach Kelly stepped close to me and looked me in the eye. She looked serious. “I've coached about every sport you can think of Chad―guys and girls. And coaching girls is much easier. Because they take instruction. Guys just won't follow orders sometimes, even when those orders are for their own good. But you're not like that, are you Chad? You're going to follow my instructions, aren't you?”
       “Yes coach,” I grumbled.
       “I knew you'd see it my way, Chad,” she said. “Now maybe take a couple of those plates off and focus on your form so something like this doesn't happen again. And find a spotter.”
       “Yes coach,” I grumbled.
       As Coach Kelly walked away, I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, but most of the girls were looking at their phones, giggling. A few racks over I saw a beautiful Persian girl setting up under the bar. She was wearing workout shorts and a tank top, and she had sparkling brown eyes and the fullest, sexiest lips I had ever seen in my life. I walked over to her, and to my surprise, the bar had four 45's on it. 225 pounds wasn't much of a squat to a stud like me, but this girl couldn't have weighed more than 120. “Hey there, I'm Chad,” I said. “You need me to spot you?”
       She looked at me in confusion. “Spot me?” she asked. “On a warm-up set? Uh... no thanks.”
       Then she proceeded to knock out a dozen quick reps in perfect form. I was amazed. This smoking hot girl was banging out squats at nearly twice her body weight like they were nothing!  My amazement quickly gave way to lust, however, because her loose-fitting tank top gave me the chance to see a glimpse of some very tasty cleavage as she went up and down. “Pretty good form,” I said, my eyes glued to her tits. “You must have some strong legs. I hope you know how to use them.”
       “I do,” she said. “That's why I'm all-state in the decathlon. My name is Azita by the way.”
       As she racked the bar I quickly stopped scoping out her cones, because chicks get weird about that, but I made sure to sneak a peek at her butt and her legs. I couldn't believe my eyes. Azita's legs were curvy and feminine like a dancer's, but they were absolutely jacked. Her calves were as big as mine but they were so cut they looked like diamonds of muscle beneath her shining brown skin. Her hamstrings had the bulging sweep of muscle from her round butt down to her slim girly knees, and her vastus muscles came to perfect teardrop-shaped heads above her knees. This brown-skinned beauty queen had legs that were more muscular than mine! “What the hell?” I exclaimed, and Azita giggled.
       “Pretty cool, huh?” she said as she tensed her legs, making her femoris muscles pop out as big and thick as two-liter bottles, as her inner thighs separated dramatically from her quads. “Focusing on my squats really helps with explosiveness. I try to mix in box squats and frog squats to make sure I can plant and pivot in every direction, since I play soccer, too.”
       I couldn't believe it. A gorgeous girl like her should never have that kind of muscularity. Legs like that took her from a perfect 10 down to a 3. And once again it was pretty obvious what was going on here. “What the hell kind of steroids do you take to get legs like that?” I asked with a sneer.
       Azita frowned. “I don't use steroids,” she said sourly. “I just push myself in the gym every day. Maybe you should try that and your legs wouldn't look like twigs covered in marshmallows.”
       “That's so messed up,” I said. “You would be so fuckable if not for those disgusting legs.”
       Azita was visibly angry now. “I like having muscular legs,” she said defiantly. “I think they're sexy. And apparently so do other people, because there are plenty of guys that think I'm fuckable. And unlike you, those guys don't have pictures of their tiny dick posted all over WhatsApp.”
       As Azita walked away, I grabbed my phone and saw a bunch of WhatsApp notifications. To my horror, I saw a picture posted to the Flexington High School student channel with about a hundred comments. It was me with my pants down at the squat rack. But at the same time, it wasn't me. Someone had used photo editing to shrink my dick down until it was absolutely tiny. I was super pissed off, and I knew exactly who did it.

[grbaclig]

Thanks for the kind words everybody. I'm trying some shorter stories now just to get back into writing. My last couple were long and kind of draining to write. Also I think a little anthology will let me play around with different types of characters and situations as I go from story to story.

[IBP]

I had thought this might be the case and I welcome it.

[grbaclig]

Chapter 6

       I looked around the gym until I saw Lizzie Munsch, and I got even angrier as I saw her laughing with Becky, casually touching her on the arm, gently rubbing her thumb against Beckys elbow as Becky twirled her hair. They parted ways as Becky went off toward the stair machines, and I stormed up to Lizzie and held up my phone, my free hand clenched by my side in rage. “What the fuck is this?” I demanded. “You need to take this shit down right now!”
       Lizzie threw herself to the ground. “Oh my God, let me go!” she shrieked. “Don't hit me again!”
       All of a sudden I was surrounded by girls. “I didn't touch her,” I pleaded desperately, holding up my phone as proof that my hands were full. “I didn't even get close to her!”
       “Okay what the hell is going on now,” said Coach Kelly forcefully as she stormed into the middle of the crowd.
       Her eyes fell instantly on my phone, which showed Lizzie's photoshopped picture of my wang. My blood ran cold as I fumbled to put my phone away with trembling fingers. “I-It's not what you think,” I stammered. “It was a prank or something.”
       “Oh wow. Okay,” Coach Kelly said as she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “A dick pic in my gym. This is a first.”
       “I told you, Coach Kelly!” Lizzie cried. “Toxic masculinity! He needs to get the fuck out of here!”
       Several girls voiced their agreement, but Coach Kelly kept her cool. “Knock it off, Lizzie,” she said. “It's too early in the school year for this.”
       Lizzie pouted and glared at me with her arm crossed, and Coach Kelly turned her piercing blue eyes to me. I was on the verge of tears, but Becky came to my side. “He's not a bad guy, Coach Kelly,” she said, taking my arm. “I know he's not doing this stuff on purpose.”
       “I'm not doing anything!” I objected, withdrawing my arm. “I'm the one being bullied.”
       All around me, girls began to grumble angrily, but Coach Kelly silenced them with a quick look. “Stop,” she said. “This is important. Is Chad being bullied? Does anyone know anything about that?”
       The girls said nothing, and Lizzie Munsch made a big show of shrugging her shoulders and acting confused. Girl or not, I was about ready to fly across the gym and punch her right in the face.
       Finally, a small voice spoke up. “Actually, he told me that he was a gym bully,” Kimiko said. "He was proud of it."
       The disapproving murmurs of the girls only got louder, and Coach Kelly's eyes narrowed as she approached me. I had never seen a chick who moved with as much authority and confidence as Coach Kelly, so I stepped back reflexively, but she just took another step forward. “You need to understand one thing, Chad,” she said. “This is my gym, and I am the only gym bully in here. Do you understand?”
       “Yes coach,” I gulped.
       “Now listen up, all of you,” Coach Kelly said. “I don't know what's going on here, but it needs to stop. I have a load of paperwork to get through for the first day of school, and I need ten minutes of peace. I need you to keep your overactive hormones in check for ten minutes. Do you understand?”
       “Yes coach,” we all said quietly as she turned to walk toward the office.

[grbaclig]

Chapter 7

       Immediately the girls surrounded Kimiko and began offering their support, although Lizzie Munsch had her own idea of support. “Speaking of overactive hormones, how big are those sweater puppies of yours now, Kimiko?” she said.
       “OMG you are so nasty,” one girl said.
       But Lizzie was undeterred as she pressed close to the small Japanese-American girl. “It's like I always say,” she chuckled. “You can't spell 'Kimiko' without a pair K's. A pair of big, juicy mouthwatering K's. Hell, maybe even KK's. It seems like they bigger every time I see you.”
       “Cut it out, Lizzie,” Kimiko said, blushing and turning away shyly.
       "Don't be such a creep, Lizzie,” another girl said. “She has a medical condition called macromastia that makes her boobies super huge.”
       “And I have a medical condition called nymphomania that makes we want to suck on some super huge boobies,” Lizzie replied as the girls sighed in exasperation and rolled their eyes.
       Then, the crowd parted, and the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life stepped forward. She had red hair the color of fire, green eyes like emeralds, lips like a cupid's bow and facial features so perfectly proportioned she was cartoonishy pretty.  She was nearly six feet tall with a lean build like a fitness influencer, but with the tits and ass of a porn star, and she moved with the grace of a dancer as she walked toward Kimiko. Even in simple running shorts and a plain t-shirt she was stunningly beautiful, and the other girls watched her with the same awe that I did. “Thank you so much for speaking up, Kimiko,” she said, smiling gently as she took the smaller girl's hands. “We girls have to stand together, even though society tries to silence us.”
       Normally I would call a girl on that kind of feminist bullshit, but this chick was so gorgeous that all I could do was stare. I looked her up and down from head to toe, looking for a flaw, but every inch of her was perfect. Even her ankles were sexy. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked aloud, absentmindedly.
       “That's Megan Masters,” Becky said. “She's the head cheerleader, the Senior Class President and the most popular girl in school. She's also a straight-A student and really good at sports, and she's super nice to everyone. And you need to stop staring at her.”
       “I don't think I can,” I said.
       “I know,” Becky sighed. “Neither can I. How do you think she gets her hair so thick and shiny?”
       Then, all of a sudden, Megan Masters was gliding toward Becky and I exuding a serene confidence was downright intimidating. “Becky I loved the earrings you wore today,” she said. “They were perfect for the shape of your face and they really set off your eyes. Is this your boyfriend?”
       “Thanks!” Becky said. “And yeah, this is Chad. We met last year. He just transferred to FHS.”
       “Hi Chad, I'm Megan,” she said, extending her hand. “How do you like it here so far?
       I shook her hand, and I swear I got half-erect just touching her. “Hey,” I said, trying to act cool. “It's okay. The school is really nice. That Lizzie girl is a real bitch, though.”
       Megan smiled and laughed easily. “She is,” she said. “And actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I've known Lizzie a long time, and I know how nasty she can be to people that she doesn't like. But don't put too much blame on her. There's a very unique dynamic at work here in the weight room. A couple of years ago, there were some unpleasant incidents here, and everyone at FHS came together and decided that we would all be better off if the guys used the old weight room. I'm sure no one explained that to you, and I'm sure it sounds crazy, but you've seen how ugly things get when the dynamic is upset.”
       I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This bitch was trying to blame me for all the fucked up things that had happened, even though I was the victim. That was the problem with super hot girls, no one ever called them on their bullshit. So I decided to change that. “You're full of shit,” I said.
       Becky's eyes popped open in shock like I had just smacked the Pope or something, but Megan didn't even blink. “Exactly what do you mean by that?” she asked calmly. “Can you be more clear?”
       “I didn't do anything wrong and you know it,” I said. “You just won't admit it because of some feminist bullshit. Everything that happened in here tonight was Lizzie Munsch's fault.”
       “I don't think that's true, Chad,” Megan said calmly. “Did Lizzie make you tell Azita that her legs were disgusting? Did she force you to make racially inappropriate comments to Kimiko?”
       I didn't have an answer to those questions, and that made me angry. “Whatever, bitch,” I grumbled. “I'm going to use this gym whether you like it or not.”
       Megan frowned.  “I'm sorry to hear that Chad,” she said. “But please try to behave yourself, for your own sake as well as ours.”
       “Whatever bitch,” I said again as she walked away, her perfect round ass wiggling.
       “Chad, that was Megan Masters!” Becky hissed. “You can't talk to her like that!”
       “I can talk to whoever I want, however I want,” I scoffed. “This is a gym, and I'm a gym bully.”
       All of a sudden I was surrounded by a circle of girls, all of them scowling at me, and front and center was Lizzie Munsch. “So you really want to work out in here?” she asked.
       “Yeah, I do,” I said. “And you know what, there's nothing you can do to make me leave.”
       “Oh there are so many things I could do to make you leave,” Lizzie snorted. “Unfortunately for me, we have to let you stay. As long as you take The Challenge.”