This choice: I exercise, lounge around, and eat whatever I want, I just seem to stay skinny! • Go Back... "All I really do is exercise half an hour a day down at the gym." Jill leaned over, exaggerating her already lean and sexy figure, "and I can eat whatever I want, lounge around in my mansion as long as I want, and eat as much ice cream as I want."
Rachel gasped, "Sugar free?"
"Full. Fat." Jill bragged. Rachel grumbled, defeated. "I wish she'd just get fat, just like 50, or maybe 300 pounds, that's all." she thought bitterly. "Well, I guess I'll be off," she turned around, "Oh and Rachel, I really don't think they make spandex big enough for you, why don't you call my tailor,she'll fix you up, just say that Jill sent you." Jill smiled psuedosweetly.
Rachel's eye narrowed, "Hey Jill!"
Her bimbo sister turned back around, "Yeah?" Her enormous sister bent over and wrote something down on a napkin, "Since you're, you know, so good at being all thin and stuff, call my friend Monica at Mocholate, she'll fix you up, just say that Rachel sent you." Rachel waddled over and placed the napkin in her pocket
"Oooh!" Jill cooed, examining the number, "I HAVE been craving something sweet, low fat?"
Rachel remembered all of the horrible things that Jill had made her feel tonight, and just so she could retreat back to the rich and sweet life where no one is above size 0? Where everyone's a mannican? Not likely.
"None. at. all." Rachel quickly lied
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Rachel gulped as she stared at the intimidating sign. "NEW YORK FITNESS: WOMEN'S GYM." Rachel NEVER had to go to a gym! Even after she gained weight, she never had thought to go to the gym!
This was so bad, so very bad. She was so fat that she needed to get specially made pity-spandex! Not only that, they took two weeks to be delivered from their head office that was just on the next street!
Rachel was dressed in a big, white tshirt that you could pick up at any store and get sweaty and smelly. It was so unlike her usually fashionable self. She tried to peer over her fat neck to see how the spandex looked, with her butternut squash frame, Rachel barely had to strain to see a good portion of her rearend.
They were big and red with 4-inch racing stripes going down vertically where the seams met. Her thigh cellulite bulged out from the side-cut. "God." Rachel muttered, "My ass looks like a giant tomato!"
She waddled her way through the door, earning a good number of shocked stares from the other gymgoers, both regular and those who were here to work off some extra Thanksgiving Holiday weight. The blobby brunette made her way akwardly to the front counter, where a skinny little girl was absolutely in shock at this massive customer.
"Yeah... do I, like, have to pay you or anything?" Rachel quietly mumbled. The girl shook her head, "N-no... this is a free gym..."
Rachel hurried down the hall down to the tradmills, her gigantic rearend jiggling wildly with every step. "I hate Jill and her stupid spandex girl!" she spat, "I hope she's already stuffing her stupid face with stupid Mocholate."
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Running. Six years ago, this would have been no problem for Rachel. Living in an apartment with a baby kept a girl in shape for the most part. But now, it seemed like her personal Hell.
It took so much effort just to lift one heavy leg, and then she had to do it all over again! Thousands and thousands of times! Though, less than five minutes proved to be too much for Mrs. Rachel Geller.
Huffing and puffing, Rachel wobbled over to the bench and plopped her entire frame onto a single bench. She was so mortified that her ass took up a lot of it! She whimpered as she looked down at her gut, it had spread her fat thighs apart so that it could rest in all of it's pudgy glory. Rachel hated it.
Her face was red, she was already sweating, and she hadn't worked out for more than 5 minutes. "God!" she grunted, "I'm never gonna get skinny!" Rachel's pathetic muscles didn't even have the energy to take her back to the car and go home!
She whined, "I'm fat!"
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