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"Come on, at least let her try. She's technically still nationally ranked!"

"Bro, sorry... the equipment's just not built for, uh... people of her body type."

Sharlotte had been out of the sport for an injury for about a year, and you'd watched her body grow soft and utterly immense with her lack of exercise. Even still, her passion for pole vaulting was overpowering, and her excitement throughout the week leading up to this tournament was boundless. You'd had to help her out of bed this morning, to dress, to shower, not because she was still injured, but because she'd somehow gained nearly four hundred pounds since the last time she'd competed.

You help Sharlotte sit, watching her massive, jiggling belly slap against her thighs, dripping sweat just from the walk from the parking lot. Her athletic pants had ripped on the way here, something she couldn't notice past her belly. Her lips tremble, and a teardrop falls to her belly, where you wipe it up, heartbroken to see her like this. You knew full well that your girl was too fat to have a chance against the other girls... but you thought they'd at least let her compete, for the sake of body diversity. But no, she'd been stopped halfway through her sign in paperwork, and was told that she was obviously too overweight to enter. They didn't even bother to weigh her- they didn't have to. You remember her smile as she'd pushed her bulging fat curves out of the car just minutes ago. She would've been happy just to compete, she never cared about winning anyway, even when she was professionally ranked.

You hug as much of her as you can, your arms sinking into her fat as she does her best to reach you in turn, burying her head in your shoulder. You knew your girl loved her body as much as you did, but that her confidence had dropped off a cliff, thanks to this. Surely there was something you could do... "Hey, Shar... I'm so sorry, it's gonna be alright." You assure her, stroking her hair as gently as you can in your awkward position. "Want to watch your friends compete? I bet they'd love your support! Listen... we'll get you back in shape and competing in no time, if that's what you'd like! I promise."

She gives a little sniffle, squeezing your hand and looking away with a little smile. "It's ok... I probably should have read the rules. Y-yeah, I'd love to watch, at least! But the competition is so long... can I pick out some food to keep me entertained? Like, healthy food, of course. Are hotdogs healthy...? Maybe there's an eating contest!" Your girlfriend jiggles in delight. No... it might be a little too late to get her back in shape. But you'll do whatever it takes to cheer her up!

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"Come on, at least let her try. She's technically still nationally ranked!"

"Bro, sorry... the equipment's just not built for, uh... people of her body type."

Sharlotte had been out of the sport for an injury for about a year, and you'd watched her body grow soft and utterly immense with her lack of exercise. Even still, her passion for pole vaulting was overpowering, and her excitement throughout the week leading up to this tournament was boundless. You'd had to help her out of bed this morning, to dress, to shower, not because she was still injured, but because she'd somehow gained nearly four hundred pounds since the last time she'd competed.

You help Sharlotte sit, watching her massive, jiggling belly slap against her thighs, dripping sweat just from the walk from the parking lot. Her athletic pants had ripped on the way here, something she couldn't notice past her belly. Her lips tremble, and a teardrop falls to her belly, where you wipe it up, heartbroken to see her like this. You knew full well that your girl was too fat to have a chance against the other girls... but you thought they'd at least let her compete, for the sake of body diversity. But no, she'd been stopped halfway through her sign in paperwork, and was told that she was obviously too overweight to enter. They didn't even bother to weigh her- they didn't have to. You remember her smile as she'd pushed her bulging fat curves out of the car just minutes ago. She would've been happy just to compete, she never cared about winning anyway, even when she was professionally ranked.

You hug as much of her as you can, your arms sinking into her fat as she does her best to reach you in turn, burying her head in your shoulder. You knew your girl loved her body as much as you did, but that her confidence had dropped off a cliff, thanks to this. Surely there was something you could do... "Hey, Shar... I'm so sorry, it's gonna be alright." You assure her, stroking her hair as gently as you can in your awkward position. "Want to watch your friends compete? I bet they'd love your support! Listen... we'll get you back in shape and competing in no time, if that's what you'd like! I promise."

She gives a little sniffle, squeezing your hand and looking away with a little smile. "It's ok... I probably should have read the rules. Y-yeah, I'd love to watch, at least! But the competition is so long... can I pick out some food to keep me entertained? Like, healthy food, of course. Are hotdogs healthy...? Maybe there's an eating contest!" Your girlfriend jiggles in delight. No... it might be a little too late to get her back in shape. But you'll do whatever it takes to cheer her up!