On the next row over, a large blonde woman was struggling with her own treadmill, puffing and groaning with every step she managed to take. The machine creaked ominously with her heavy footsteps. "Okay... that's... what... two minutes of running?" Phoebe Buffay (nee Hannigan) asked herself aloud, as usual in her own little world and not regarding what the other gym-goers might think of the crazy fat lady talking to herself.
She let the belt take her fat body back to the ground and sighed, "Well, that's better than last month." she did her best to remain positive. Feeling accomplished for today, Phoebe waddled towards the showers to rinse off the sweat
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Rachel reclined back on the wall, letting the corner cut into her thick backfat. Ten minutes later still proved to be too long before Rachel got her second wind.
Suddenly, Rachel's phone rang, probably Ross. That seemed to be the only person who called her these days. Rachel leaned over, grabbed her cell, and pressed TALK with a sausage-like thumb.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rach." Ross' monotone answered
"What's up, baby?" Rachel did her best to sound like she hadn't just winded herself
"Oh, uh, nothing much, I've got to give a lecture in Kentucky, I'm gonna be gone until Tuesday, is that alright?"
Rachel reached over to get her bag when she got a facefull of belly. "Oomph!" Rachel mangaged through the cotton covered flab. "Hi Rachel!" Phoebe's plump, smiling face greeted her friend. "Rach, Rach are you okay?" Ross worried over the phone.
Rachel smiled at Phoebe, "Yeah sure Ross have fun in Kentucky." she hung up the phone, not really listening to Ross' problem. "Hi Pheebs!"
Phoebe managed to squeeze a space on the bench next to Rachel's monumental behind, "So what's up, you trying to work off that holiday weight?" Phoebe took a big bite out of the half-eaten Mocholate bar in her hand. "Yeah, I guess... hey Pheebs, where'd you get that? Are they selling them?" Rachel used her voice usually reserved for when her friend scored a date with a hot guy.
Phoebe moved the candy bar out of Rachel's reach, "A little chocoholicy today?"
Rachel groaned and slapped her thighs angrilly, "I know, I know, it's just that I haven't eaten anything all day!" she stole another jealous glance at Phoebe's chocolate, "And I just have to lose weight, I'm huge and my sister's so little!"
Phoebe chewed another bite for a little, waiting for her dramaqueen friend to stop talking. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you done?"
"Come one Pheebs, just a little bite?"
The bellyset blonde woman just gave her heavier friend that whole thing, "Take it, I don't need it either." a grin as wide as Rachel's chubby cheeks would allow spread across her face, "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
Phoebe rubbed her own belly, "I can get all I want anyway, Monica got me a job there a few weeks ago."
Rachel's ears heard 'All I want' and got her all jittery. "Phoebe, are you serious?" she grabbed her friend's fat arm in disbelief, "You really have a job at Mocholate!"
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