Part XIII
Jim is wearing fitness shorts and a tank top with tennis shoes in all black. There is a large crowd of people in the stands, many people that she knows or knew in high school and college. Paige’s old college volleyball coach is the official. She’s standing naked on her side of the net doing her best to cover herself…
“Paige! What is the matter with you girl? Where is your uniform?” Her coach shouts to the naked middle aged woman.
“Coach Reynolds! He… he is doing.. something to me…”
“Here Paige, let’s get you dressed.” Jim snaps his fingers and paige finds herself wearing her volleyball uniform from high school, it’s even the same size she wore back then making her chubby thighs, belly, and meaty arms strain the fabric. Her large heavy tits stretching the fabric out and of course… down, a quick look over her shoulders reveals that her super short volleyball shorts are no match for her large ass, her thighs pushing out of the leg openings. Cellulite dimpling down to her large calves straining some white socks with three red stripes. Looking at her reflection in a perfectly placed mirror on the sideline she sees that her shorts are also straining against her fat belly, giving her a pronounced cameltoe. Her shirt can’t contain both her belly and her boobs so her bellybutton is exposed as the shirt slides up and over her belly towards her boobs. She’s mortified….
“Ok teams, let’s start with some warmups. Both of you take your places. Side Straddle Hop, we will do 50 of them.” Coach Reynolds says. Jim and Paige both start following her commands and begin “jumping jacks”. After 15 Paige is exhausted and tries to stop. Sweat forming on her brow.
“What are you doing young lady? Keep going!”
“Yes coach!” Paige yells breathing heavy. By the time they reach 45 Paige is barely keeping up, her thighs and arms burning from the exercise…
“49 aaaand 50! Good job teams. Now our next warmup will be PAIGE! What on earth do you think you are doing? This isn’t a break time?”
Paige is slowly hovering like she is about to pass out.
“No time for breaks! We have more warmup to do. Sir, please get her back over here ready to give 110%!”
Jim nods and with a snap of his fingers Paige is waddling back to the center of the court.
“Now we will do burpees. And since Paige wants to be lazy we will do…. 100 of them! Now exercise!”
Jim and Coach Reynolds quickly knock out the routine while Paige struggles through the first 25. Whatever Jim did won’t let her quit so around the 50 count she is openly crying from the pain and exhaustion. Coach Reynolds approaches her and looks down on her with an aire of disgust. “Just look at you… Can’t even do 100 burpees. I’d cut you from the team if this were my name and reputation on the line. You used to be so fit and trim Paige! Now you are just a fat little piggy. Why don’t you squeal for me chubby piggy!” Paige continues the routine at a snail’s pace. Reaching 92 the coach puts her foot in the middle of Paige’s meaty back and presses down while she tries to do a push-up… “Come on! Put some heart in it tubby! Push…… Up!”
Paige strains with all she has to push herself off the floor.. she is halfway up when the strain causes her to lose control of her bladder, pee pours out of the crotch of her shorts pooling under her on the court. Exhausted she drops back to the floor in her own piss and starts crying.
“Well what the hell is this? First you let yourself go and get fat, then you piss yourself, and now you just give up and lay in piss crying like a little baby?!”
“I…. I…. I’m s… sorry coach… I… I’m s s sorry that I let myself go and got fat…. I’m sorry!” Paige says bawling like a child…
“Well why don’t you finish up the last 8 and we can see about getting you in a clean uniform?”
Paige begins again with renewed vigor trying to show her old coach that she isn’t a fat quitter! Her white uniform shirt damp along the top of her belly from the pee, her red shorts discolored as well. “99!…. (grunt… heavy breathing…. grunt….) 100!” Paige says triumphantly after 20 minutes of a piss soaked, embarrassing display of athleticism.
“I’m worried about your ability to beat your opponent Paige.” Coach says to the heaving sweat and piss covered woman bulging out of her uniform standing in a puddle of urine.
“I…..”
“Maybe you should just forfeit and get it over with. You are too old, too fat, and simply too outmatched.” Coach says reaching over and brushing a couple stray gray hairs out of Paige’s face. She turns to walk away and then looks back at the mess of a woman still breathing hard.. “What a waste.” Then heads back to the bench.
“What was the award for winning?” The coach asks Jim.
“She didn’t tell me yet. I figured she’d think of something during the game. Too bad we didn’t even start before she gave up.” Jim says eying Paige.
Paige is finally catching her breath, she looks around the room and sees all the looks and hears the jeers from the packed gymnasium. She’s never been so mortified. To be exposed, humiliated, and chastised in front of a thousand people and by her favorite coach…
“Well, I guess we will declare a forfeit and whatever you choose to be your award will be given.” Coach Reynolds announces. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our winner.”
“WAIT!! I know what I want to play for!” Paige shouts.
“Well it’s up to your opponent, what would you like to do?”
“Let’s hear what she wants to do coach.” Jim replies.
“Ok.. so what if instead of getting anything I want when I win, I get to pick something after each round? Like if I win I can get something but if I lose then you get something?”
“How does that help me? Right now I can’t lose!” Jim laughs.
“Well what if I wager that I can beat you if I were in better shape? You make me in better shape and then if I win I get to keep that, if I lose then you take it back?”
“Oh I like this idea. How about we set this up like a video game?”
“What do you mean?”
“Ok, so on a scale of 1-10 how would you rate your intelligence?”
“I’m a 10.” Paige answers matter of factly
“Ok, so let’s see.” Jim has a large display appear on the wall showing a cartoonish version of Paige in bra and panties and to the right a “Character Traits - Paige” with the following traits listed as well as a 1-10 scale.
Intelligence - 10
Health - ?
Weight - ?
Height - ?
Age: ?
Charisma - ?
Sex Drive - ?
Total: ?
Available: ?
“So here’s the deal. You pick your stats, but you have to be honest with yourself ok?” Jim explains.
“Sure! So health? Um… I’m pretty healthy so I’d give that a….” Paige suddenly looks down at her sweaty form “Well being honest, I’m not the healthiest eater, and I’m not very active. I guess my health is below average?”
The Health meter spins and then stops at 4 with a “Ding!”
Paige continues “I weigh… I weigh 180, and I’m 5’7”.”
“Oh? Well that the upper side of overweight for that height honey.” Coach Reynolds smirks. “Better get that under control.”
The height and weight meters spin and stop at 6 and 2 respectively.
“I’m 44.”
The age meter spins and stops at 4.
Paige looks around the room and then mutters “Not a lot of people like me because I’m so mean…”
Charisma spins and stops at 3.
“I don’t know how to answer about sex drive?”
“Well how many times a week do you and Ralph have sex?” Jim asks.
“Maybe 1 time a month?”
“Wow. So like 10 times a year?”
“Yes? Is that really low? I’m in my 40’s after all.”
The Sex Drive meter spins and stops at 1 causing Paige to blush, and the audience to laugh.
“Ok let’s see…”
Intelligence - 10 (Genius)
Health - 4 (Couch Potato)
Weight - 2 (180)
Height - 6 (5’7”)
Age: 4 (44)
Charisma - 3 (Oh, HER)
Sex Drive - 1 (Like a Virgin)
Total: 30
Available: 0
“Now what?”
“Now you can choose to adjust your stats so that you are more capable in defeating me.”
“Ok, so I need to be skinnier, younger, and healthier for this match.”
“Probably.” Jim replies.
“Ok, so how do I get more points?”
“You have to earn them by winning rounds. But for now, you will need to take points from one area to use in the next area. But if you lose a round, you will be penalized points.”
“Oh! Ok, so how about I take some from height, intelligence, and charisma since no one likes me anyway, and then add them to weight and health?”
“Don’t forget age, but yes, you can do all of that to improve your athletic abilities.” Jim agrees.
“So do I just lower some and then raise the others?”
“Yup. Just like the game Fallout.”
“Ok. Let’s see…” Paige removes 2 points from her “charisma” lowering it to 1 and then 1 point from “height” lowering it to 5. She then adds 2 points to “age” and then the other point to “weight”. Paige feels an odd sensation as she watches the cartoon version of herself change to fit the new traits. She is now 5’5”, but her age has reduced from 44 to 34. Her new weight is 173. Looking around the room though she sees that all of the audience is “mean-mugging” her since her charisma is bottomed out. Even Coach Reynolds is eyeing her with dismay.
“Gonna need more than 7 pounds off to negate that stockier frame tubby.” Coach sneers.
Paige looks down at herself and can’t help but agree. While she feels much better, her face more youthful, her hair red again, 10 years of “life” reversed… she is actually bigger at 173 than she was as at 180 with the loss of 2 inches of her height. Her legs are more “stumpy” than they were before, same cellulite too. Her belly is just as pronounced straining her old uniform.
“Can I change more stuff?”
“Sure but hurry the hell up *Paige*” replies Coach Reynolds.
“Yes coach.. um, how about…”
Paige was trying to keep her intelligence at max since she knows she needs to stay on her toes to win this game… but she is also smart enough to know that she can’t win a game of volleyball against a man almost half her age, half a foot taller, and almost the same weight as her… she reduces her intelligence from 10 to 6 knowing that she will still be smart enough to make a good choice in the future since 6 is still above average. She adds one point back to her height, one back to her age, and then the other two to her weight. Her sex drive auto shifts to 3 with the younger, more in shape woman feeling more attractive. She feels the same sensation as her body shifts again. Her concentration is a little foggy but she is happy to see that she is back to 5’7”, her age is now 29, and her weight drops to 159. She looks at her body and can see actual positive results. Her double chin is almost gone, her legs, while still thick show less cellulite and there is even a little definition to her calves. Her belly is still present but reduced instead of her belly sticking out further than her saggy boobs, it is the reverse. She also notices that her boobs feel less “loose” regaining some of the firmness of younger days. She also notices that she finds Jim’s stares at her making her self conscious and there is a little heat between her legs from the attention….
“How do you feel?”
“Like I could kick your ass!” Paige says with a playful wink.
“Uh.. ok, well are you ready or did you want to update anything else?”
“Oh I’m ready! And you will be sorry you ever had me in your house!”