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“You know, you’d get a better start if you lowered yourself to the ground more.”

Miki ground her teeth. “I know that.” She hissed, bending her leg. Her thigh burned pleasingly as she flexed it. “I’m waiting.” She kept her eyes forward, trying to focus out the sound of the cheering onlookers.

“Sure, but it’ll let you explode out better if you were to prepare now.” Said the voice to her right. There was a rhythmic clacking that caused Miki to bite down further in annoyance.

‘Not this time.’ She promised herself.

She breathed in deeply and slid into position, pointedly shooting the glance over her left shoulder to ignore the girl on her right. The girl on her left, however, was not exactly a better sight, as her pudgy fingers snapped a pair of goofy looking goggles over her eyes. The action caused the girl to stumble and rub at her nose. Miki was caught off guard by this, and hardly had time to notice her fast approaching teammate, hand thrust outwards with a scarlet metal rod.

“Good luck!” Spoke the cheery voice on her right, as she began moving forwards for her teammate to pass the baton. “You’ll need it!!”

Her brows knit in concentration, Miki felt the muscles in her legs explode forth as she gripped the metal rod and took it from her gasping teammate. She shot forwards at a full sprint, feeling the wind whipping at her hair, and the cheering of watchers.

This is what she lived for. The air had never felt so good as it pumped into her lungs. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Her muscles bent and flexed in a familiar rhythm, and the vibrations bouncing from the beat of her feet were so practiced, so common, that she almost felt entirely relaxed, at home on the track.

Almost.

Clack clack clack clack.

Miki closed her eyes, focusing deep within herself, focusing on her heavy breathing, and trying to close herself off from the surrounding world… but even then, she could hear it.

Clack clack clack clack.

Over the noise of her breathing, over the clamor of the onlookers, she could hear it. The noise grew nearer, and Miki felt her muscles begin to tense as she strode forwards, squeezing her eyes closed tighter.

Clack clack clack clack.

She felt her jaw tighten as it came closer still, the noise growing louder and louder and louder until she could feel the impression of it pounding against her skull.

Clack clack clack clack.

She opened her eyes. She could see the line just ahead of her. She was so close, so close now. Ten paces. Maybe less.

Clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack.

'Not this time.’

A sudden, violent, instinct overcame her, and her foot swept onto the line in an attempt to block the passage, but her own legs were moving too quickly and the sudden shift in weight pulled harshly at her thigh. Before she could even shout she was toppling head over heel onto the unforgiving track.

Miki’s eyes blinked rapidly, a dull pain throbbed in the back of her head, and her vision had gone blurry. She was staring up into the clouds, arms and legs spread on the ground on the sunbaked track. Her knee and palms ached. She tried to suppress a groan, and held an arm up to cover her eyes.

“Hey, you alright?”

The sun was suddenly obscured, blocked by a twin-tailed shadow. Miki’s body throbbed, and she gritted her teeth as she squinted her eyes up two artificial blades, past the pale thighs, and up into two large emerald colored eyes and an infuriating grin. A drop of sweat dripped down the girl’s chin and landed on a running blade.

“You took quite the topple there.” Said Emi Ibarazaki. The girl offered Miki a slender hand. Miki couldn’t help noticing that the pale skinned girl currently stood on the opposite end of the finish line.

The winning side.

Miki didn’t take the hand, instead putting her own beneath herself and lifting onto first one knee and then her feet. “Yeah. Just… stepped wrong.” She lied. Other racers began to reach the girls and slow down, but kept on as Miki waved them forwards.

Emi seemed to take no offense, putting her hands on her hips and bouncing on her blades. “You’re getting way better!” She exclaimed. “Your opening sprint had me blown out of the water this time. You must be practicing super hard for the meet this week!”

“I had at least a two second lead on you, and you still beat me.” Miki sulked. Shoulders drooped, she walked over the finish line into second to last place, followed the heavily panting overweight girl in goggles who was repeatedly gasping to herself that she was dying. She awkwardly passed them at her half-run, following the other runners to their water bottles.

Emi took up stride next to Miki. Miki’s jaw clenched and unclenched, though she managed to say nothing as the shorter girl clacked alongside her. She glanced down at her scratched palms.

“Excellent work out there, everyone!” screeched the megaphone. Miki flinched her head as the feedback sounded off in her already annoyed ears. Misha Mikado, who had apparently taken the feedback as a challenge, shouted louder. “You all are going to crush the competition tomorrow! As your student council president, I know almost all of you can do it, as long as you keep your footing!” The megaphone clicked off, though Misha’s booming voice could still be heard from the announcer’s booth. “Oh my gosh, that’s so mean Shicchan!”

Miki’s hand tightened into a fist and she growled. Her nails dug into the scratches.

“Hey, no worries. Not everybody gets to this level of athletic ability.” Emi said, flexing her arm and smiling jokingly.

Miki bit back a heated retort about unfair running blades. She knew it was just an excuse. She didn’t care right now.

“Besides, at the meet, with both our teams racing, there’s no way the other school stands a chance!” Emi put her hand up to Miki. The shorter girl barely came up to Miki’s chest, but she had enough energy for someone three times her size.

Miki thunked Emi’s hand with her bandaged stump, causing Miki to hiss through her teeth in pain, though it garnered the wanted reaction.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Emi said, halting her pace and bowing her head. “I just totally didn’t even think… uh… Sorry.” She blinked awkwardly.

“It’s whatever.” Miki dismissed, waving her hand in front of her face and dismissing it. She stalked off without another word to her water bottle, scooping it up with her only functional hand and flicking the nozzle open before raising the drink to her lips.

As she did, she kept an eye on her rival, who’d begun speaking with the track teams captain. He seemed enthusiastic about her performance, and was comedically posing as he declared that their rivals at the other school were sure to meet their down fall.

Miki watched as Emi hungrily drank from her own water bottle. She greedily gulped down half of the drink before taking it away from her lips with a satisfied sigh.

As she watched, she couldn’t help as an idea slowly trickled into her head, something the new kid in class, some candy makers kid, had told her about when she asked about the things they made.

Emi raised the bottle back to her lips and finished it off with another long pull.

Miki felt the wolfish smile spread across her face. She couldn’t help but agree with her captain.

Miki Mura’s rival was about to meet her downfall.
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“Alrighty runners! Up next is the relay race! Two teams from each school will be competing against each other to see which team can cycle through 4 laps for a full and final mile long run, passing the baton from runner to runner! Please take your positions now!”

Emi Ibarazaki stretched her neck from side to side as she made her way over to the starting line. She was the closer for the run, and each runner needed to come all the way back around to pass the baton. She flashed a smile and a thumbs up to her two classmates taking starting positions, and they both waved back before settling into starting positions. Emi’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for Rin. Sure enough, there she was sitting on the top row, with some goofy looking kid with a chocolate brown looking top hat on his head and wearing a purple coat.

Emi snapped her eyes back to the action as the referee approached with the two students from the opposing school. There wasn’t time for anything but the run. It wasn’t long before the pistol shot announced the start of the race.

Emi raised her back leg up, flexing it in a stretch. It was best to stay limber. Most of these runners could manage around 12 minutes for a full mile, but when you only had to do one lap, you could give it your all the whole way round. It wouldn’t be long now before the second hand off, then the third, and then she’d finally be able to have her run at it.

“Hey,” said a voice from next to her. Emi looked over to see Miki Mura approaching, holding Emi’s and her own water bottles. “Good job so far today. Your 100-meter sprint had to be a personal best.” Miki extended out Emi’s water bottle.

Emi, eyebrow raised at this out of characterly kind gesture, took her bottle. “Uhh, it was pretty nice, but those other guys didn’t really provide enough challenge.” She placed it on the ground, lifting her other leg to stretch it. “I always do better when I have someone pushing me.”

Miki unstopped her bottle and took a long drink. “Oh? Well I think you’ve got your work quite cut out for you in this race. It looks like your teams already falling a bit behind.”

Emi looked over to see she was right. Miki’s team was at least a full second ahead, and after a flawless handoff the second runner took off on a full sprint down with Emi’s team playing catchup.

“Well it’s a good thing we have the best closer this school’s ever seen then.” Emi said, smiling brightly and pointing a thumb on herself. She flexed from leg to leg, turning to watch the race.

The other school’s runners were at least 7 seconds behind her own, and only falling further as Yamaku’s best gave their runs everything they had.

“I don’t know, I’ve been practicing a lot lately. I think I might have you.” Miki said. Emi turned to watch the girl clasping her arms around behind her back, bouncing forwards on her tip toes, eyes filled with innocence.

Emi felt her face pull into a smirk. “If you can keep your footing this time, you mean.”

Miki’s face darkened, one brow coming down while the other came up. “I’m sure it’s easier when you can spring along the whole time.”

Emi rolled her eyes. “Oh, finally not whispering it under your breath?” She bent down and scooped up her water bottle, popping the lid open. She pointed the bottle at Miki. “You know, Mura, if you ever want to beat me, you’ve gotta stop being such a defeatist. You’re so sour about it every time, stop making excuses and just race.”

Emi took a deep drink from her water bottle, her mind busy focusing already on what to say next. She took the nozzle from her lips to keep going, but instead was caught off guard but Miki’s angry smile.

“Today is the day I’m going to beat you, Ibarazaki.” She whispered coldly. “I’m going to beat you, and you’ll never forget it. One time. That’s all I need, and you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

She walked past Emi, attempting to shoulder check her on the way to the starting line. Emi, too quick, dodged the glancing blow. She felt heat in her cheeks, watching as her teams third runner chased Miki’s around the first turn of the track. Distractedly, she again drank from the bottle. The water tasted delicious, cool and thick, running down her throat. She gulped down an extra mouthful, and had to pull herself away from it to make over to the starting line. “I’m never going to lose to someone like you.” She whispered before following Miki. Her bottle thunked as it landed softly on the infield grass.

Miki was already standing patently on the starting line as Emi approached. Emi looked over her shoulder to see Miki’s runner rounding the third turn. She had a clear lead, and Miki looked possibly the smuggest that Emi’d ever seen.

She couldn’t wait to rub that smile off her face.

But Miki didn’t turn away from the run. She didn’t even begin to jog as her runner approached, baton outstretched. Miki simply held out her hand, and moved to the side as her decelerating teammate passed her, before she slowly began to jog ahead.

Emi blinked at the odd display, before shaking her head and focusing on her own goal. She started her acceleration late, and after a sloppy handoff from her teammate, she began to accelerate. She wasn’t five steps into her run before she passed Miki, who seemed to only be running, not sprinting. Emi looked over her shoulder, feeling her twintails bobbing in the air, to see Miki smile and wave at her in the oddest complacence she’d ever witnessed.

Emi pulled around the first turn and entered into the first straightaway. She heard the megaphone’s feedback as Misha announced the race was almost over, and that Emi was looking to take home a clear victory. The wind whipped in her hair, and she tried to banish the odd image of Miki’s predatory grin.

And that’s when she began to feel it. A sort of pulse in her body, causing her to misstep slightly and stumble for a moment. Her breathing caught, and for a moment she coughed as a soft pressure began to rise from her throat. A creeping sensation crawled across her, slowly tiptoeing across her tongue. The taste was familiar, and it took Emi a moment to realize the water she’d sucked down tasted diluted, but now it was much more clear. It was the taste of blueberries.

Emi felt her stomach gurgle, and looked down to see her pale belly sticking out from beneath her white shirt. Her gym shirt, already with little showings of sweat, stuck to her modest chest like a second skin. Emi’s arms pumped, and she could feel a weird tension in her thighs, as if her muscle had just pulled but without pain. Her entire body was sending her odd mixtures off feelings, but the only clear one was that she felt as if she’d just eaten a full dinner, despite only having breakfast hours ago. ‘What the hell is happening?’ She wondered.

The flavor in her mouth redoubled, and she forced herself to swallow, despite nothing being there. She licked at her teeth, mouth opening in a heavy pant, and felt a heavy blush come over her face as a paint escaped her.

She could hear people cheering in the crowd, but it didn’t register as her body sent a million little impulse triggers through her senses. She looked down and for a moment thought her shirt looked like it was riding up on her, but she couldn’t see her tummy down past her… chest.

A sudden jolt later, she flailed her arms to keep her balance. She looked down again. She could see her tummy, just as the last hint of pale flesh began to disappear beneath a wave of blue that slowly spread up from her belly button. Her forearms, only visible for a flash as she kept up her pace, were slowing turning from a fair white to a dark shade of blue.

Suddenly, a voice growled from right next to her as they passed into the final turn. “One time.” Hissed Miki through gritted teeth, eyes alight with flames.

And she was gone, lightly bouncing as she turned the corner. Emi could hear Miki starting to laugh to herself.

Emi felt her arms pump harder as she saw her chances of winning slowly dipping away, and stumbled further as another sudden surge caused her blade to heavily bounce and felt the liquid inside her gush. She felt drips of sweat dripping off of her heated face, and began to pant.

Her arms began to rub off something, and she turned to see that it was her own body. Her arms looked swollen and freakishly blue, jammed into the ever-tightening shirt. Her stomach was rounding out in front of her, and she could feel herself bouncing heavily, sloshing up and down with each step. “W-what the… puff… what did you do?!”

Slowly, her arms pulled further and further back, her panting becoming heavier and heavier, and her legs rubbing harshly together, turning her gate into a waddling run. She could hear her stomach sloshing louder and louder with every step, her big blue body filling up more and more as she grew fatter and fatter. She felt a terribly odd sensation as her knees began pushing against her stomach as it flooded over her running shorts, feeling her skin spreading out as her liquid-filled body bounced heavily before finally.

*Snap!*

Emi’s eyes went wide as she turned into the final straightaway. Miki a few dozen paces ahead, slowed as she cackled so harshly that she was doubling over between steps. Emi’s eyes froze on her, filled with question and worry and then she felt herself begin to fall.

Belly first, Emi toppled to the rough track beneath her, feeling her entire body pooling out as she rebounded from the track before fully flipping and landing on her rounded back. Her legs kicked uselessly, and she could feel her prosthetics coming loose from her rounded legs as the restraints began to uselessly fall beneath her. She felt herself flip end over end and opened her mouth to scream in panic, flapping her jiggly arms and hands.

The wind was knocked out of her as she landed once, spun, twice, and then began to roll end over end over end. The world came dizzyingly fast, and she closed her eyes before shouting in a frightened yelp for help.

She desperately tried to halt herself, to twist against the motion, as she felt hundreds of gallons of blueberry juice tumble around inside of her. All of her actions, fruitless, as the immense and growing girl spun with soggily heavy speed, her fat belly splaying beneath her.

Emi screamed in startled shock as she suddenly bounced off of a hard object, feeling it be crushed beneath her as she rolled right over it as it gave a panicked scream. She thunked back to the ground and felt her own panic triple down on her.

“Make it stop make me stop help me!!!” She screamed.

She heard other peoples shouting becoming alarmed screams before she heavily impacted into a much more firm and solid object that gave way with a resounding crunch, rebounded from it, and came slowly to a spinning halt on her back.

Emi felt the world spinning around her, blinking her eyes and lulling her tongue out. Her hair pulling upwards to the ground, Emi tried to roll herself over, so she could get up using her hands and knees.

She couldn’t. Her body didn’t respond to her impulses, simply sloshing back and forth.
Slowly, as her eyes returned to normal, Emi looked down at herself.

She was huge, her blue tits pushing straight into her face with awkward weight. She turned to look at her arms, but only found tiny useless divots with her hands flapping on the sides, pointlessly causing her body to slosh up and down.

She looked upwards and saw the flat ground beneath her, and what remained of the announcers stand. Shizune lay smashed beneath a pudgy pink haired mess that could only be Misha, likely tackled out of the way. Both girls were shakily recovering. From beneath her Emi, she could hear the startled shouts of all the onlookers, and could see other runners hustling over.

“Somebody help me!” cried Emi, flapping her arms. She felt her body squish against the ground, bouncing up and forth. So heavy.

On the track, right before the finish line lay a very crushed Miki Mura. Her outstretched fingers grasped for the invisible barrier of the races end.

They came up short.
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Did Emi win the race?