You let out a soft groan as your stomach keeps on glorping and pleasantly vibrating against the mound of food you packed away, fogging up your mind with thoughts of more tasty treats and relaxing naps. That is at least until you shake your head and let out an annoyed huff. “Oh n-no we are n-not gonna just lay around and g-grow my b-butt t-to the size of a c-couch.” You grumble to yourself as you begin to waddle your way towards the athletic center. Your stomach grumbles and gushes in complaint, but you have made up your mind. You are going to keep things under control this year, and stop yourself from becoming a blob of fat.
In a few moments, you find yourself stuffing your wide hips in to the locker rooms. Whoever thought it was a good idea to use standard doors, in a university where students can be centaurs or grow taller than 12 feet, deserves to be eaten. As if to add insult to injury, those students have their own custom rooms, but you are stuck with a standard sized one despite your girth. After a brief struggle trying to pull your wide hips through the door, you finally pop in to the room and make your way to your locker where thankfully you had the foresight to get your stuff in yesterday as you were determined to spend as much time exercising as you can throughout the year. All that's left for you to decide now is what to do for exercise, so you take a moment to think through what you are going to need.
You could just go jogging in the gymnasium, or around the athletic center. You would need a bucket of water and some towels to help your body cool down during that, since your reptilian body cannot perspire. Of course, people would see your lumbering around with your less than fitting clothes on your less than fit body, jiggling and wobbling with each step. At least, you would be making a fool of yourself, and at worst, presenting yourself as easy prey for someone even bigger than you...
You could go lift some weights instead. It could be nice to give your body some shape and maybe help you walk around easier with your ever growing bulk. After all, you always enjoy weight lifting as it gives you a sense of pride in your muscle strength. Though, you remember from last year that there is almost always some muscle heads in the weight room, and they have a terrible habit of poking fun at your portly body.
Swimming is always and option, and you do love to move around in the water. The only problem is well… It looks like Janice packed your old swimsuit into your gym bag before you both came to the university. As you examine the tiny piece of stretchy fabric in your hands with an ever growing blush on your face, you know there is no way you are going to fit in this comfortably, and even if you do put it on, it won't be much different than simply going nude.
You groan as you toss your swimsuit back in your locker, trying to think where could you even find a new one in your size, when your suddenly hear the showers starting up in the next room. You shudder for a moment “Oh great… h-hope they d-didn't see my fat ass getting stuck in the door.” You say to yourself before your stomach interrupts you again with another needy rumble. “W-we are n-not g-getting a s-snack b-before e-exercise.” You snap at your gut and give it a few firm slaps, sending ripples through your thick layers of pudge.
