squatz-kun

LIFTING! Pilot/Rough Draft
By Handegg-chan. Feel free to steal, It's shit anyways.



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That damn clock again. It’s not the sound I hate so much, but what that beeping means. It’s the sound of the beginning of the rest of my life. I hit the snooze button and try to get another few minutes of sweet sleep.





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“All right, I fucking get it.”

I suppose I should get up, after all, I don’t want to make a bad first impression on my new class-mates.

“Heh”

I smirk at the thought of a shut-in like myself trying to impress anyone and get out of bed and gaze around at my modest apartment. Clothes litter the floor, and the trash is overflowing with food wrappers. Walking to the shower, I see a rolled up magazine with the words “Get the Body a girl craves” emblazoned on the cover.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to waste my time in the gym just to impress some shallow whores.”

I smirk again, half in amusement and half in disgust. I bought that rag at the convenience store out of impulse, just to see what kind of bullshit was printed in it, and I wasn’t disappointed. It was all about how lifting weights is “healthy” and will make one look good in the eyes of women. I could care less, we’re all going to die anyway, what the Hell is the point? I roll up the magazine and throw it into the overflowing trash bin.

Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the shower, take of my clothes, and look at myself in the mirror. I was skinny. No, not just skinny, but really skinny. My ribs could easily be seen, and I had no muscle definition to speak of. The mirror begins to fog up and I angrily wipe my hand across it to clear it away. Why I had been looking at my body for so long I don’ know, but it probably had to do with the fact I was so damn skinny. Maybe I should see if I could join some sort of club at school to get a little bit bigger.

“Eh, any club like that will probably be filled with meatheads anyway, like I’d associate with them.”

I get in the shower and quickly wash myself, that image of that skinny boy sticking into the back of my mind.

I find my new uniform after I dry off and put it on.

“Pretty drab for a private school, but I’m a pretty drab guy.”

To tell the truth, the less flashy the better, I wasn’t the kind of guy that liked to get noticed. I grab my school bag and head out the door.

“Shit. Should’ve left earlier. I have no idea where this place is.”

Sad to say, but I had not even looked to see where my school was in relation to my apartment. All I knew was its name, “Kin’niku Academy”. Oh well, If I’m late on the first day, so be it. I begin to walk south, thinking that it might be towards that way.

“Hey! That’s a Kin’niku uniform, right mate? You’re goin’ the wrong way!”

A girl’s voice. Great. She sounds like a foreigner, even better. I turn to great her.

“Yeah, I’m new to the area and need some-“

I stop mid-sentence upon seeing her, and am shocked. Not only is she a foreigner, but a strange one at that. Her hair is cut shorter than mine, and she has a tattoo on her left arm that is half hidden by her blouse. She has dark, almost caramel colored skin and a gigantic smile on her, quite frankly, beautiful face. The strangest part about her is her body though. To say she was in good shape would be an insult. It seemed like there was not a bit of fat on her entire body, and she had cute, perky breasts, a slender stomach, and a shapely, round ass.

“Somethin’ wrong there bro?”

And that’s the other thing that put me off, she seemed to be addressing me as if she were a guy as well.

“Ah… no, I was just, uh, looking at your body.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why did I say that?

“Ah, you mirin’ bro? I hit the gym quite a lot, tryin’ for that aesthetic look, ya know? Names Aziza, but my friends call me Zyzz-chan. Since we’re gonna be goin’ to the same school, you can call me that too. What’s your name?”

What the Hell was this chick?

“Uh… my name is Kouji Souma.”

“Well Souma-kun, want me to show ya the way to school?”

“S-sure…”

“Hahaha, why ya blushin’? That’s pretty cute bro. Follow me, it’s just a few blocks this way.”

Damn it all, who the hell was this chick? I wasn’t even blushing either.  I reluctantly follow her for a while in silence as she almost skips along the sidewalk in front of me. I finally muster up the courage to talk to her to get rid of the awkward silence.

“So… what brings you to this school? Where are you from anyways?”

“Ah, yeah, I suppose it’s weird for a foreinger to be goin’ to school in Tokyo, huh? I’m actually from Moscow, but I lived in Australlia for most of my life, Just moved here a few months back. I was interested in this school ‘cause I heard they had a lot of foreigners and good fitness programs. Do you work out much mate?”

Awesome. A school crawling with foreigners and meatheads. I’m so glad I got accepted.

“No… I don’t really; I figure I’m fine the way I am…”

By this point, we have entered the courtyard of the school and other students are beginning to trickle in.

“Ay mate, don’t be like that! Be a sick kunt, not a sad kunt! Why don’t ya join the Weight-lifting club with me? It’ll be fun!”

Shit, I meet a hot chick before I even get to school and she turns out to be a hyper-active idiot.

“Eh, I think I’ll pass… not very strong you see…”

I shrug my shoulders to indicate my not-caring.

“It’s all good, I used to be a skinny fuck too-no offense-”

“None taken”

“Everyone’s gotta start somewhere is my point, ya know? Plus, we need a guy in it. I don’t know the other members much, but it’s all girls right now.”

Well, now I’m going to join. A bunch of wierdos like Zyzz lifting weights. Sound right up my alley.

“Well, I should join a club I guess… but-”

“Good mate! I’ll sign ya up! You’ll be Aesthetic as fuark in no time! Just watch out for the Club president, she’s some Yank and can be pretty mean, but I don’t know her all that well. Ah, speak of the Devil! Hey! Rippetoe-Sama, we got a new member!”

“Huh? Who is it?” asked the girl Zyzz had waved over.

“This here is my buddy Souma-kun, he wants to start lifting.”

“Oh, he’s so skinny I didn’t even see him. So, you want to get strong boy?”

For the second time today,  I am speechless. Before me stands yet another foreigner, this one, according to Zyzz, was American.  She stood about five centimeters taller than me, and had an angry scowl on her face. She wore her brown hair in a ponytail and had a round pretty face with deep blue eyes the color of a stormy sea. Her breasts were large and supple, and she had wide, powerful looking hips.  But the most noticeable part of her were her massive, muscular, and quite honestly sexy, thighs.

“Hey, beanpole, did you hear me?”, she barked at me.

“Ah, yeah… I’d like too.”

Unfortunately, my eyes were still fixed on her legs. Even more unfortunately, she noticed.

“EH!? You pervert!”, she says while blushing and covering her legs, “You just want to join so you can stare at us, huh?”

“Come now Rip-sama, don’t blame him, he was just mirin’ your quads, no need to get embarrassed. Why don’t you let him see your glutes?”, suddenly, Rip’s skirt flies up with the aid of Zyzz’s hands, revealing white cotton panties covered with pink hearts and a massive, perfectly shaped ass that would have made any woman envious. The fact that the ass in question was so large didn’t help the situation, as I could make out every detail of her lower body through her panties, including her privates. Maybe joining this club isn’t such a bad idea.

“Oh, you’ve been working on those squats I see!”, cooed Zyzz in a sultry voice while groping Rips cotton-covered ass, “See Souma-kun? This is what lifting can do!”

“St-stop it Zyzz! This is no way to treat your upperclassman! And Souma, don’t look at me with those perverted eyes!”

I couldn’t help but notice that Rippetoe’s face was bright red throughout this whole ordeal. I look to Zyzz and ask her to stop.

“Hey mate, you’re no fun! I was just messin’ around hahahahaha.” She says with a mischievous smile. “Come with me, I’ll show you our weight room before classes start.”

I follow Zyzz and look back to Rippitoe, still shaken up from the sexual harassment.

“Wh-what the Hell are you looking at, you idiot!”

She’s still blushing. Is everyone at this school strange? Oh well. I follow Zyzz to the weight room, looking back every so often to see if Rippitoe has recovered, and every time I do I am met with a look crossed between anger and embarrassment. I sigh and get ready for what I assume will be a tiring year of school, hoping that the other members are just as good looking as those two, and hopefully less strange.

I enter the weight room, and the din of iron plates clanking against one other fills the room.

"YEAH BUDDY! LIGHTWEIGHT BABY!"

A huge brown skinned girl, no more than 165cm tall, but probably twice the weight she should be at that stature lifts a huge amount of weight off the floor across the gym, and drops it violently. She's wearing a simple pair of shorts, and a t-shirt, standard PE outfit for any school,  but what she's wearing is not the centerpiece. Her calves are noticeably, no, strikingly muscular, her butt and thighs protrude out, and have obvious, rigid defined lines, her upper back is tight on the shirt, but at her waist it's loose, and her face is downright adorable. Her hair is black, messy, short, and simply put, her boobs are massive too.

"WOOO AINT NOTHING TOO IT BUT TO DO IT BABY WOOO"

"That's ronaldina, or as we usually refer to ronnie-chan". She's our strongest, and biggest member, another American girl." Zyzz explains

for which I reply "I see..", while oggling ronnie-chan's ass as she bends over and thrusts her hips, and struggles to stand up.

"right, this is the gym. We lift here six days a week, ill give you a tour, brah" Zyzz grabs my wrist, and I feel her calloused hands chafing me, and she leads me around the gym. "right here are the squat racks, benches over there, some cable machines over there, dumbbells with various benches, there's the olympiclifting platforms. My favourite part of the gym is over here, the 'mirin room, three walls of mirrors to mire your shredded self, mate, but there's no door or anything, so other cunts working out can mire you too. ALso, changerooms, with sauna, showers, whatever back there"

Some huge Russian looking girl presses a bunch of weight up above her head at the olympic lifting platform and screams "OOORAAHHH" and the bell rings to signify homeroom begins soon.

"u wot m8? it's 8:30 already? Fuark, what's your homeroom, brah?" Zyzz exclaims

"uh.. 2-1, I think"

"FUARKK me too!"