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onceatiger · 17 Jul 2025 -
2 months later, Danica gets used to her new life.
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Danica wriggled, adjusting her leggings. Again. She shook her head and turned the treadmill back up, starting slow. It was the first time she was able to exercise on her own without restrictions since getting back, and she was determined to set a decent pace, but it was proving more difficult than she'd thought. Even at the slow pace she was going at, basically just a fast walk, she was having serious trouble keeping her balance.
She glanced down toward the treadmill controls and frowned. She craned her neck, then let herself move back a bit on the treads so she could see the controls. There were still a lot of things she needed to get used to about her new look, and she hadn't anticipated just how different ordinary tasks could be now. Her tits (my huge fake tits, she thought) were completely in the way, and the custom sports bra she was wearing barely even raised them up much, they were so high and tight. She glanced down at them now as they gently bobbed up and down with her pace, dominating her downward field of view underneath the white spandex. The damn things were even more inconvenient and difficult to deal with than she'd feared.
Not to mention the backlash from the school. When she'd come back to work, the faculty had gone absolutely insane. Her principal hadn't even let her make it to her first class before hauling her in to harangue her about her "immoral choices." She had managed to keep calm and explain that it was her body, and under the law she was allowed to do what she wanted with it. He had sputtered and argued, of course, even going so far as to bring in other teachers to try and make the point, but they hadn't been able to do anything about it.
In the weeks following, she'd gotten visits, phone calls, and all sorts of messages from parents regarding the "example she was setting" and "what she'd been thinking," and eventually the school board held a special meeting just to discuss her. By the time the dust had settled, she had kept her job, but she was now in a much reduced capacity; she was no longer the sole PE teacher, instead only being allowed to coach part-time. They'd justified it under her lessened physical capability, which she couldn't deny - …
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She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
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