"Motoko has a six pack!"
One by one the residents of the Hinata Inn were alerted to this fact as an excited Kaolla Su ran down the halls of the inn yelling it into a custom made megaphone.
It started like this. Motoko had always worked out in her traditional outfit for as long as she could remember, but when she started using the school gym she noticed almost all of her female classmates wore sports bras. The school gym had a lot of great modern equipment that she wanted to use, and she felt self-conscious being the only one in a hakama.
Result: One trip to the mall and she was a member of the sports bra wearing masses, albeit in a fairly modest one that looked like a winter coat compared to some of the ones the girls at school wore. It was still far behind her comfort zone of modesty while at Hinata Inn, especially with Keitaro around, so this would have all stayed at school, except Kaolla's most recent invention happened to empty six cloud's worth of inky black smoke into the laundry where her hakama was, and she had to wear her sports bra to exercise in that day.
Of course, Shinobu had to wander in while cleaning, stop to admire the older girl's figure, and then tell Kaolla about it, assuming Kaolla would be discreet about it and Motoko wouldn't really mind anyone knowing she was in great shape anyway.
And that is how Motoko wound up getting chased through the inn by the various girls, one of which assumed there was alcohol available, and the rest of whom simply followed along, until the out of breath and sweating girl was pinned in a corner by a bunch of girls who weren't quite sure why they were chasing her.
"Do you really?" asked Kitsune, who by now had clued in to the fact that there was no beer available but was still curious.
Motoko nodded shyly, strangely discomfited by the situation. She had always been shy, even in the hot springs, because the older girls had such curvy and developed figures that were soft and feminine. Sure, she had caught up or passed them in the curves department, but she still thought her muscular physique was manly and unattractive.
"Show us, show us!" Chanted Su, which was quickly taken up by the younger girls, and even Naru and Kitsune stared expectantly.
Motoko sighed, giving into the inevitable, and rolled her shirt up to just under her bra. The younger girls cheered, and Kitsune whistled approvingly, then all turned to contemplate their midsections. An extremely embarrassed Motoko took the opportunity to slink away.
Kitsune stared grumpily as she pinched her belly between her fingers. She knew about 90% of the sake she drank went to her rack, but the other 10% liked to 'misbehave', as she often complained to Naru.
"Oh well, at least I've got these," she consoled herself, groping her prodigious mammaries and giving them a bounce before wandering back to her room, now that the show was over.
Naru was thinner than Kitsune, but had developed a habit for junk food during her college days that she broke routinely for the latest fad diet. She stared grumpily at the small amount of fat on her stomach, then grumbled and walked away.
"I'm going to try to that miso soup diet."
A thoroughly embarrassed Motoko walked back towards her room to contemplate the soft, round figures of the girls on magazines and tv, and bumped into a slightly confused Keitaro, who had heard the stampede of women chasing eachother about but had no idea why.
"What was that all about?" He asked.
"Ehhhh…" she replied, struggling for the least embarrassing reply. "They wanted to see…um…my midriff."
"Oh. Wait, why? Aren't you in the hot springs together all the time?"
"Well, I try to get in first and stay in the water. I'm not…nice to look at or anything"
Keitaro reacted in the same way men have when faced with ridiculous statements from the opposite gender for thousands of years.
"Uh, what?" he asked, dumbfounded. His mind immediately began to wonder how it could fix this, like someone who wandered into a group of fourth graders confidently declaring 2 + 2 = 18.
"I'm just not smooth and feminine like Naru and Kitsune and even Shinobu now, I'm like some manly freak compared to them and the girls at school," she said, the insecurities she had been dwelling on all day rushing out all at once. She yanked her shirt up, like she had earlier, revealing her toned abs.
"What guy would be attracted to this?"
"Me!" Keitaro blurted, before he could control himself. Motoko's self-deprecating tirade came to a sudden end as they both blushed and stared at anything but each other.
"I…I see," stammered Motoko, before rushing off to her room and shutting the door firmly.
Keitaro just stared after her, wondering what had just happened.