Skate-Gain

June stepped into the skate park, scowling at the blazing midday sun from under her baseball cap. Though lockdown had ended the skate park was still empty, and despite herself she let out a tiny sigh of relief. She'd never have admitted it, but for perhaps the first time in her life she was feeling just a little self-conscious.

June had never thought of herself as someone who gave a fuck what anybody else thought. She'd always worn what she wanted – or even chosen clothes specifically to offend. Her blue-dyed hair, her lip-piercing, her ragged denim shorts and her hoodie, they were all designed to show that she did what she wanted.

But, well, this wasn't quite the same.
She glared down at the way her hoodie strained over her rounded belly, the once-baggy fabric pulled tight around her plumpened midriff; she frowned at the way her thighs bulged from the torn bottoms of her shorts like sausages escaping their cases, pale and pasty after several months indoors out of the sun; she winced at the way her belt dug in uncomfortably beneath her swollen stomach, even though she'd made two new notches in the leather before she'd even left the house.

She'd got fat.

It'd all been much too easy. Forced to stay inside, away from her beloved board, she'd taken solace in video games. Tony Hawk's games at first, but as time slipped on, month piling onto month, she branched out into games unrelated to skating. Shooters, RPGs, whatever. She'd had time to burn, and with her main hobby off-limits why not lounge on the couch and play video games? And if she was playing video games on the couch anyway, why would she bother cooking? Might as well just microwave a ready-meal or two... or three. Those things were never big enough.

Of course, she snacked as she gamed as well. It was mindless. Between rounds, she grabbed handfuls of Doritos. If there was a cutscene, she might have time to microwave a Hot Pocket. Even between deaths she could sneak a swig of soda. She often found herself quite full by the time it got to a mealtime, her stomach full of salty-sweet junk food – but she always managed to stuff a ready-meal down anyway. Skipping meals was for vapid cheerleaders and middle-class mothers on the latest fad diet.

And so, before she knew it... well, this had happened.

Scowling again, June tucked her skateboard more firmly under her arm and headed towards the nearest ramp. She wasn't going to let a few pounds keep her from her hobby, her lifestyle, her identity. She tried to ignore the way her thighs rubbed together with each step, the pasty skin rubbing itself red with the constant friction, and instead tossed her board down. Nothing had changed. She was still June, badass skater-girl – and if she was a little heavier than she'd used to be, well, that just showed how little she cared about what people thought about her.

She stepped onto her skateboard, and the flood of wellbeing that flowed through her as she found herself back on a board for the first time in months was almost enough to distract herself from the ominous creaking groan. Almost. Had that been her board? No way, it must have been the button of her shorts. She'd put this board through all manner of abuse and it had never once creaked; she didn't have nearly as much confidence in her shorts. It must have been the button.

She attempted a kickflip, and immediately lost the board. Hissing irritably she chased it down, catching it before it could escape, and stood for a moment with hands on her plush hips, trying not to notice that she was already out of breath and sweating. It must just be the heat. Surely she hadn't put on so much weight that she was puffed after a single kickflip?

She glanced around again, just to confirm there there really was nobody around, then pulled off her hoodie and tossed it aside. The tank top she wore beneath was even more outgrown than the hoodie, the white fabric clinging so tightly to her body that every overflowing bulge and fold of her fattened body was clearly visible. It didn't even properly cover her belly and she fiddled with it, trying not to feel self-conscious as she tried and failed to pull it low enough to cover the creamy roll of stomach-flab that spilled over her belt. No matter; she didn't care what people thought, she reminded herself. She did what she wanted.

She stepped back onto her board and tried a kickflip again. This time she landed it, slamming down onto the board with considerably more momentum than she remembered. She felt her gut, her flabby breasts, her backside all bounce together, continuing on their own paths for a moment as she landed before being tugged back into place by the firmer parts of her body - not that there were many of those firmer bits left at this point. Her board – n-no, the button of her shorts – squealed under the impact, and she bit her lip. Had this been enough? Could she go home and waste the rest of the day snacking and playing video games yet?

One more kickflip. To prove that the false start really had been just a false start, to prove that she still had it. Sweating and puffing, face red beneath her green hair, she stepped back onto the board, hearing wood – no, denim – squeal beneath her bulk. One more.

She leapt up, the muscles of her legs burning as they were expected to heft her bodyweight again after months of disuse, and kicked the board around. She reached the peak of her jump and began to descend, and her newly-rounded breasts rose up towards her face as they lagged behind the rest of her, momentarily blocking her view of the board.

June landed with a deafening crack, her board snapping inevitably in two and sending her spilling gracelessly to the ground. Fat bounced over fat as she rolled across the hot tarmac, a clumsy whirlwind of belly and breasts and thick, quivering thighs, until she finally came to rest flat on her back, staring up at the sky. She'd lost her hat, a shoe, and the button from her shorts, and she could feel her flushed-red face growing redder as she huffed and wheezed and tried hopelessly to catch her breath from beneath the looming mound of her belly.

Screw it, she was a gamer-girl now. She never did like skating that much anyway.