Yoga Class

"Are you all ready to work up a sweat!" The instructor on Kimmie's laptop said.

Kimmie's yoga instructor had to shut down her gym due to the pandemic but recently started up a streaming channel to continue lessons.

Kimmie herself was always a big girl but her yoga classes helped keep her weight down, though she was rarely motivated enough to practice the exercises on her own time. The past year of sitting in her apartment had done no favors to her waistline. She was at least twice as wide as when she started, with her spandex yoga outfit stretched to the limit on her and she was winded from just doing the warm up stretches before the actual exercise class began.

"First let's start with the tree pose." The instructor said, clasping her arms over her head and lifting her right leg high enough to touch her left knee.

Kimmie struggled to raise her enormous chicken wing arms over her head. She could barely lift massive, tree trunk of a leg up high, let alone try to twist it to her knee. While she balanced one leg, her obese body felt like it would topple over every other second or that the immense pressure on her supporting leg would cause some kind of injury.  Kimmie was frustrated at the this turn of events. She wasn't an expert on yoga and was never super athletic but she was much more flexible and durable than this. Had she really let herself go this much in the past few months?

"Now let's do a basic Cobra Pose" The instructor said she got onto the mat, letting her lower body lay flat while keeping her back and torso up and curved.

Kimmie tried to imitate the technique, but her massive belly rested against the ground and messed up her form, and her heavy, sagging bust caused her to have back pains within a few minutes. The second the instructor told her to relax, she collapsed onto her carpet in a tired, wobbling heap.

"And now let's try a Downward Dog Pose." The instructor bent onto the mat, her waist and rear pointed up at a near perfect 60 degree angle.

Kimmie, already exhausted and sore, could barely drag herself up and made a pathetic attempt to copy her teacher. Her form barely resembled the proper pose, with her knees bent as her hands barely reached the floor, her belly wobbling under her, her boobs smooshed into her face and her ass only slightly tilted up. The stress her yoga pants had suffered throughout the class hit its apex during this "pose" and it tore straight down the middle, the wide hole revealing the gaudily colored granny panties that barely fit on her expansive buttocks. 

She had hardly had time to react to the sound of the ripping fabric when she felt strong pangs in her stomach. The five breakfast burritos she had eaten earlier were acting up inside her from the strenuous activity and she felt a rushing sensation in her intestines with it quickly coming out as a long and loose fart. Her body was frozen in her awkward stance as a flatulent fit took hold of her, with her ass jutting up slightly with every brassy release of air that forced it way out. Like some kind of perverse and comedic clockwork, the instructor told her to relax at the exact same time she had pushed out the last of her gas. 

"Okay, let's take a five minute water break and then we'll go into some Pigeon and Half Moon Poses!" Her instructor said cheerfully.

Kimmie turned off the stream, instead choosing to return to her preferred yoga exercise, "The Couch Veg Pose."