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"C'mon, it's not _that_bad!"

"Speak for yourself," Dane muttered, dumping his bag on a bench in the far corner of the changing room with a sullenness that truly betrayed how grudging he was at being summoned to his least favourite part of the school. It was all very well for Jeremy to assure the fox that, far from being a bi-weekly torture, PE (or sports, or gym, or whatever he wanted to call it) was healthy, if not enjoyable, with his small, lean, and surprisingly athletic physique; Dane surmised that he carried the rabbit's weight in his spare tyre alone. It was infuriating that, even though they were in their final year of high school and already legally adults, they still had no choice of opting out of the class.

"You never know, we might do something fun today!" Jeremy chirped, as he set his bag down next to his rather girthier friend and began to change.

Dane snorted impatiently, "We'll never, ever do anything fun with Mr. Callaghan." Their rhino teacher never set them any actual sports, but instead insisted on endless laps of the sports field, brutal interval training, or else strength exercises in the vein of push-ups and crunches; in short, PE in its purest form. Being an exceptionally sedentary creature, Dane despised every last one of these options.

Reluctantly, he began to follow the lagomorph's lead. With a great sigh and a self-conscious glance around the changing room, he seized the hem of his pale blue school shirt and pulled it over his head, discarding it hurriedly as he rummaged for the white polo that served as his sporting uniform. In the seconds it took for him to locate it and then pull it on, the fox's ample torso was on display for the room at large: two large slabs of white-furred flesh worthy of a cup-size sat atop a vast, quivering, and equally-pearly belly which drooped far enough over the waistband of his pants as to preserve his modesty even without underwear; that same gut pooled around his hips to create the muffiniest of tops; his back was a sight to behold too, with several fat rolls adorning its surface - three on the left, two on the right.

Though the shirt was the largest the school's uniform provided and had once fit him quite comfortably, it was now pulled tight over Dane's seemingly ever-expanding body and left a good two or three inches of snowy belly exposed. This nevertheless counted as being clothed, so it was off with the pants and on with the shorts.

Dane tried to be just as swift with changing what adorned his lower half but was just as unsuccessful at hiding that part of his large frame as he had been with his torso. As soon as his dark blue pants had been whipped off, his legs were exposed to the room at large: the fox's calves would have rivalled most of his classmate's thighs, though not thanks to any discernible musculature; his waddling gait was explained by his vast thighs which were pressed together from his knees upwards, the backs of both liberally dimpled by cellulite. As Dane bent down to pull on his shorts, anyone who might have been looking his way was afforded an unobscured view of the biggest butt in the school: the fox's broad cheeks were each at least as wide as many of his acquaintances - nearer double the width of the rabbit next to him - and had torn many a pair of underwear asunder in their years of steady expansion; indeed, the pair Dane was wearing at that moment were already developing holes in the seams.

Now changed and as ready as he'd ever be to engage in physical activity, Dane huffed and crammed his uniform into his bag. "You ready?" he asked Jeremy as he used one pudgy hand to force his clothes and books into the overfilled backpack while the other tugged the zip closed.

Speaking of Jeremy, the bunny had changed into his own sports gear in a trice and had since spent several long moments eyeing the vast tracts of fox flesh as they were steadily unveiled, then re-concealed before his eyes. The truth was that Jeremy nursed an aptly-named soft spot for people who carried extra poundage, particularly his vulpine bestie. Every time the two of them were required to change, the rabbit let his voyeuristic tendencies overtake him and ogled the mountain of blubber he'd been hanging out with since their first day of primary school.

"Hmm?" Jeremy responded vaguely, his gaze snapping away from the lower reaches of Dane's overhang to avoid detection; admittedly, the fox had proved to be remarkably unobservant in recent times given how often he failed to notice Jeremy staring at his immense bulk.

Dane didn't repeat his question. He turned, attempted fruitlessly to tug his shirt down to cover more of his gut, then waddled towards the door that led to the gymnasium. Jeremy followed behind, his eyes snatching glances at the fox's broad backside and his jiggling love handles and back rolls, all of which were outlined by the vulpine's ill-fitting uniform.

"More fitness today," Mr. Callaghan announced, ignoring the various noises of disappointment and dismay from the students gathered before him, "starting with ten minutes to do as many laps of the soccer pitch as you can. If I see any of you stopping or walking before ten minutes is up, it'll be ten push-ups," further groans from the less fit portion of the class (most of whom we're stood in the vicinity of Dane - the least fit of all) greeted this pronouncement.

Mere moments later the class had been shepherded outside to the nearest corner of the playing field, the gruff, uncompromising rhino clutching his trusty stopwatch. "Ten minutes. Start...now!"

The students set off in a large pack, but within fifty metres those who had even a hint of fitness had left Dane for dead. Jeremy, though perfectly able to keep pace with even the fittest and fastest in the class, lagged behind too: he felt it his duty as a supportive friend to encourage the fox to keep putting one foot in front of the other to avoid Mr. Callaghan's ire, though there was a lingering element of voyeurism to his behaviour.

By the time the pair had reached the opposite goal, Dane was little more than a quivering, panting, sweaty mess. Each step he took was laboured, as if it cost him all the effort he could muster to simply keep moving. Perspiration poured from his every pore, leaving his shirt sodden and even more form-fitting than it already was. The skin beneath his fiery cheek fur was equally rosy and his mouth hung open, hauling in deep gasps of air to fuel a body that was so ill-adapted to physical activity.

Beside the fox, Jeremy was jogging at complete ease. While Dane had only the breath to wheeze and pant, the spry young rabbit wore a bucktooth smile and had an endless stream of encouragement to keep his best friend punishment-free, "You're doing really well! You might even manage a lap this time!" Dane found the energy to turn his head and give his overly-cheerful companion an incredulous glare, then returned his focus to the grass that seemed to be crawling past his feet indecently slowly.

Dane's inattention allowed the bunny's eyes to wander once more, as they had been before the fox's brief shift of gaze. Naturally, Jeremy's favourite part of the vulpine's anatomy was his belly: as it hung as low as ever, gradually becoming more and more visible as the grossly inadequate shirt that nominally contained it rode ever further up the vast mass, it wobbled and bounced around, muffled slaps accompanying its every encounter with Dane's titanic thighs.

On the fox plodded. Jeremy allowed himself to fall slightly behind his friend - though this required him to all but stop in his tracks - to ogle Dane from behind. The vulpine's enormous cheeks had started to consume the shorts that so inadequately contained them almost as soon as he'd put them on, by now he had a wedgie that left nothing about his rump to the imagination. Like his belly, Dane's behind was in constant, if less violent motion: each cheek jostled about beneath the fabric of his shorts in turn with every weary stride he took, barely returning to rest before they were called upon to jiggle once more.

"Dane! Jeremy! Ten push-ups!"

It seemed that the fox's shuffle was no longer enough for Mr. Callaghan to consider it a jog and, as he had been moving at the same speed as his friend, Jeremy was to be punished too. With a reassuring pat to his back the rabbit guided Dane onto all-fours, then into a stance ready for their allocated punishment. However, it soon became apparent that the fox would struggle to do a push-up that would satisfy their strict teacher's demands: even with his arms fully extended, Dane's paunch, with the assistance of gravity, hung so low that it rested on the grassy ground beneath. His solitary attempt to lower his body was rebuked by the fatty mass as it reached maximum squish long before he could fully bend his elbows.

"Crunches, then!" yelled the rhino from across the field, "Twenty of 'em!"

Dane didn't have the breath to so much as grumble his displeasure at being ordered to do yet more exercise, but still managed to muster a disgusted glare across the field at the distant teacher. Jeremy watched on as the fox first collapsed onto his front (his bulbous belly ballooning out on either side of his thick frame), then slowly rolled himself onto his back. The rabbit too flipped himself over so that he was facing the sky above them and smiled encouragingly at the veritable blob of vulpine beside him.

"C'mon, we'll do them together," he said coaxingly, linking his fingers behind his head, "Ready...set...go!"

On cue, Dane heaved his shoulders off the ground and tasked his underworked abdominals with completing the required movement; they might have succeeded too had his gut not been quite so sizeable: they were only able to tense so much and pull the torso to which they were attached so far before the volume of fat pressed against the thunderous thighs below them became too great to overcome. Defeated by his own excessive girth, the fox flopped back to the grassy ground, his chest heaving desperately to fill his lungs.

"That's one!" Jeremy chirped, watching his sweaty puddle of a friend as he lay there gasping, his spare tyre wobbling back into place after being disturbed, "Just another nineteen to go!" Dane moaned in despair: nineteen sounded like an astronomically large number at that moment. However, not wanting to get on Mr. Callaghan's bad side any more than he already had, the vulpine struggled his way into another crunch.

Jeremy - who was able to complete the task with ease - kept up a constant stream of encouragement to urge the fox on, all the while eyeing that bulbous belly as it squashed over and around his friend's thighs, forced either side of them by its owner's feeble attempts at athleticism. Though the rabbit was enamoured with Dane's poundage and knew perfectly well that physical activity served to diminish that which he adored, he couldn't help but enjoy watching the fat fox struggling to exercise: it served not only as entertainment and as an opportunity to ogle all that flesh as it jiggled about, but also seemed to underline just how unfit and enormous Dane was.

As the fox struggled through his twentieth and final crunch, Jeremy gave a loud, congratulatory cheer and sprang to his feet. "You did it!" he praised, holding out his hands to help heave the vast mess upright. Despite wanting to lie there on the cool grass forever, Dane grasped the rabbit's slender appendages and heaved himself up, then resumed his weary shuffle-run with Jeremy jogging beside him at his ease.

Mr. Callaghan's whistle rang out across the playing fields just as the two friends rounded the penultimate corner flag and were approaching the home stretch. Knowing that the rhino expected the class to rush back to him for further instructions, neither slowed their pace until they were within earshot of their teacher who was barking orders about interval training.

However, after dismissing the rest of the class, he turned to face the two late arrivals, "Jeremy, take slowpoke here back to the changing rooms: I'm pretty sure any more exercise would finish him off and I don't want to have to deal with that kind of paperwork."

Nodding his understanding, the rabbit looped an arm around Dane's shoulders and, together, they made their slow progress back towards the gymnasium.