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So, not Flat Ass Friday?
Crosshair, had been working out a lot lately.
Nothing unusual there per se as the troopers were doing that kind of thing on regular basis as they needed to stay ship shape for the war efforts for sure. All of them having their specified regimes to keep up with depending on their talents.
Alas this wasn’t about that.
Rather the fact that Crosshair had gotten fed up with his body. The slim figure of his that it was. A tall small muscled stick without any hills or wallies anywhere to be found.
Crosshair always having been envious of Hunter’s curvy ass, the prominent asset of the Sergeant’s which Hunter totally loved to flaunt.
And then, just after the incident in the mess with a few regs. Those daring to call Crosshair Flat Ass and daring to ask if Crosshair celebrated Flat Ass Friday because of his, non-existent asset. Well that had really gotten under Crosshair’s skin of all the other slander. Pissing the Sniper off to no end.
And so, he had devised a new regimen to his exercise routing, to up the ante to his buttocks with the aid of Tech’s brilliant scheme to do so.
Pumping away in the gym and bit by bit, Crosshair really was growing the rear of his. As it was, the derrière was becoming rafter prominent too much to Crosshair’s surprise and satisfaction.
After some time, Crosshair trotted to the ness once again. Getting back to the same regs who had teased him about his flat ass before.
“Look at that!” One of them nearly dropped his jaw seeing Crosshair standing there, all curvy and whatnot.
“See something ya like eh?" Crosshair purred at the regs, really satisfied they had noticed the round butt of his.
“Your um.. shebs… are looking, most good!"
“So not flat then?” Crosshair just had to.
“Nope not at all! Rather good looking they be, Cross!"
Crosshair let out a smirk as he then sashed away real slow like. Letting the regs have a good look-see.
No more Flat Ass Fridays for Crosshair!