Clay looked rather dejectedly at the woman he had been paired with. He didn't know much about this game show, but he did know there were a couple of physical components, and his teammate did not at all seem up to that challenge.
She sat on the couch before him in the waiting area, long brown hair framing a sweet smile and large, blue eyes. The good news ended there, however. Her hair fell onto soft, rounded shoulders that were attached to big, gelatinous arms. Fat hung over her elbow, the pillowy fat not even leaving big, meaty forearms untouched. Her generous bust rested on an even more generous jelly belly with a deep navel. She appeared too big even for the big set of clothes the show had provided for her, as the shirt she wore rode up about two inches, revealing pliant, pale flesh above a waistband that mercilessly cut into her chub. She was wide, with thick love handles rolling over the side of her pants, threatening to make contact with hips one could only call child-bearing if they were meant to bear an elephant calf. In her seated position, her thighs touched the whole way and spread out wide on the couch. She was a pear, that much was clear. Her gargantuan rear end was wedged firmly into the couch in the waiting room. Clay could tell she preferred the seated position, and wondered why the hell she had even signed up for this show.
"-So we should use our strengths accordingly," Bessie continued, though Clay had zoned out briefly as he pondered the obvious unfairness of the situation. He had seen their opponents already. There was Anna, who one could only call thicc in the most pleasing way. She was a busty hourglass but she clearly lifted weights. Her thighs and glutes had some firm defintion despite their womanly shape, and her stomach was flat and trim, showing the starting signs of visible abs. She seemed to be in better shape than her male partner, Lance, but not by much. He was merely thin, but it seemed clear he didn't do much in the way of exercise. Clay felt that even if he had been stuck with a rather portly woman he would have had an advantage in this game, given the fact that he was certainly in the best shape of anyone in the competition, but even he found the task of lugging around his 300 plus pound teammate downright daunting.
"I'm pretty good at trivia," she added, counting on her chubby digits, "you should probably take lead on some physical challenges, but I'm also actually... are you paying attention to me right now?"
Before Clay could respond with an earnest "no," a man with a clipboard and an earpiece rushed into their room to tell them the game was about to start.
"Help me up, will you?" Asked Bessie as she held out her hands.
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The early fanfare of the show had subsided, with the host-a rather eccentric lad with a pencil mustache- introducing Clay's red team and the opposing blue team. Clay had to admit the podiums they stood on that revealed a few stats about their vitals, while useful, was odd.
RED TEAM
CLAY: 5' 10", 173 pounds
BESSIE: 5' 5", 338 pounds
BLUE TEAM
ANNA: 5' 4", 126 pounds
LANCE: 6' 2", 166 pounds
A set of games appeared on screen with each one flashing in order. Clay noticed there was an odd weight-theme going on with them, which again was very odd. Finally, it settled on...
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