The doorbell rang loudly. “Ah, that’ll be Nancy!” said Frankie, putting down the aerobics video she’d just looked at. Frankie opened the front door. “There you are, right on time!”
The two hefty Moms go and get changed. Both had changed into leotards for their workout. It was clear that both women had bought their work out clothes years ago when they had had much slimmer figures. “Gosh, I didn’t think I’d gotton so big” said Frankie, squirming slightly in her tight leotard, and placing her hands on her meaty backside.
“I know what you mean” said Nancy, staring down at her sagging tummy and bulging love handles, all prominently outlined by a leotard that was even more strained than Frankie’s. Frankie bent over to put the tape in the machine, displaying her enormous bum and thick thighs to the room. “Oomph” said Frankie, standing up, “that should start in a moment”. Nancy nodded, shifting slightly out of the way to give Frankie room as she walked back from the TV. Nancy’s big belly quivered as she moved, shaking flabbily with each tiny movement.
The TV burst into life as the video started to play. Loud, blaring music filled the room, and a sport young woman dressed in a sleek leotard that showed off her toned body leapt onto the screen. The girl sported a manic smile and blindingly white teeth, and almost at once started shouting enthusiastic advice to her televisual audience, whilst leaping madly around the screen. “Ok, girls, let’s hit the max burn with hi-five power!!!” she exclaimed, and promptly sprang into a series of energetic star jumps. Giggling slightly, and looking nervous, the two Moms tried to follow the hyper aerobics instructor. Throwing themselves into the air as far as they could manage, Frankie and Nancy started to do star jumps.
The floor shook with the impact of the heavy Moms, and their lycra-clad flesh wobbled madly. Frankie’s portly derriere was out of control, bouncing up and down with each movement. Nancy’s heavy belly wobbled erratically, threatening to throw her off balance. Puffing furiously, the unfit women did about five star jumps in the time it had taken the presenter to do twenty. But now the music had changed, and the brightly-smiling youth had started doing a whole new exercise. “Ok ladies, let’s do some step-up work! Feel the burn, yeah! Yeah, Yeah!” she shouted, pumping the air with her fists.
“Oh dear, we don’t have steppers” said Frankie.
“No.....*puff*....matter...*wheeze*...” gasped Nancy “we can just lift our legs in rhythm”. As the perky instructor bobbed up and down on her stepper, Nancy and Frankie lifted one leg up and then the other. Frankie found her chunky legs hard to hold up, they were so heavy. Nancy had thinner legs, but her big tummy kept getting in the way of her attempts to lift up her legs. As they wore out, the women took a brief break sweating heavily and breathing hard.
Intending to finish the whole tape, the two women in fact managed only a further ten minutes of exercise before they gave up. The energetic young aerobics presenter had introduced sit-ups as an exercise. Doing thirty in quick succession, her perky voice had shouted inane slogans and encouragements to her audience. But, try as they might, neither Nancy nor Frankie could manage to perform a single sit up. Nancy’s belly was just too big to let her struggle upright. Frankie had a much smaller tummy, but her abdominal muscles had long since turned to fat, and she was too out of shape to complete a sit-up.
After groaning and straining for the five minute exercise, Frankie said with a puff “Right, I think we should take a little break”. “Agreed!” said a relieved Nancy. Leaning on each other for support, the two well-fed women pulled themselves upright and walked into the kitchen. “I’m sure we’d both like a drink – what can I get you, Nancy? Water, juice, or an ice-cold soda?” asked Frankie, opening the door of the massive refrigerator. “Oooh, a soda sounds good!” said Nancy, who was glowing red. A big sweat-stain stood out on her leotard. Frankie bent over, leaning into the bottom of the fridge to get a big bottle of coke. As she did so, another few stitches snapped on the seat of her leotard, adding to the small hole forming in the over-stretched fabric. Plodding over to the other side of the kitchen, Frankie took down a couple of tall pint glasses from a shelf. She brimmed both glasses, draining the bottle of cola.
“Let’s sit down – take the weight off our feet” said Frankie, indicating the small chairs around the little kitchen table. Putting the towering glasses of coke on the table, Frankie moved over to the table and sat down with Nancy.
The two bulky Moms lowered their hefty bodies onto the tiny wooden chairs carefully, each self-conscious about the strain their hundreds of pounds would put on the fragile furniture. The chairs creaked and groaned under the load, but held firm. Sighing with relief at getting off her feet, Frankie said “I don’t know why we have these itty bitty chairs, really. I’m far too big for them, I’m afraid”. Frankie’s wide bottom hung far over the edge of the seat on both sides. She would need to use at least two of the narrow seats to support the full breadth of her broad bum. “Oh nonsense!” said Nancy, “You’re barely able to fill that chair as it is! Besides, we’ve both probably lost 10lbs in that workout!”. They both laughed, genuinely believing that their 40 minute attempt at exercise would have made up for years of slothful laziness and over-eating. “Yes, you’re probably right – I think I can feel my thighs toning up already!” said Frankie, imagining herself as the sleek athletic girl she had been back in her teens. “Well I’m sure that after a whole afternoon of working out, I’ll have lost at least an inch from my waistline!”, said Nancy. “Oh, almost undoubtedly – if not more than an inch. I actually think you look a little slimmer already, no kidding” said Frankie in a serious voice. “I know”, she said in a mischievous tone, “we should both have a little treat for working so hard! How would you like a slice of the triple-chocolate cake I’ve made for the school’s bake sale? I can always bake another” she said. “Oh yes! We deserve it! Got to keep our strength up, and there’s no point doing exercise if you can’t indulge a little bit afterwards” said Nancy eagerly.
Getting up from the table, Frankie walked over to the refrigerator again, her meaty thighs rubbing together and giving her a pronounced waddle. Opening the fridge, she pulled out an enormous cake on a plate. It was a rich brown color, with thick chocolate icing dripping from the top and a deep layer of mouth-watering chocolate cream in the middle. Placing it on the table, Frankie got plates and knives, and sat back down on the chair, which made further protests as the obese woman wiggled her heavy rump around to get comfortable. “Here, let me cut you a slice”, said Frankie, wielding the knife and cutting an enormous slice of cake for Nancy. “Mmm, thanks, it looks delicious!” said Nancy. Frankie cut herself a similar sized piece, and both women took dainty little bites from their slices, not wanting to appear greedy in front of the other. “Wow, that’s great! So moist and rich!” exclaimed Nancy, and she took a bigger second bite. “Why thank you! I can easily give you the recipe” said Frankie, flushed with pride. “Mmmmmm, you must! This is divine!” said Nancy, swallowing another large mouthful. Soon, both had finished their slices. “More?” inquired Frankie, pointing the knife at the cake. “I shouldn’t....” said Nancy, sheepishly, “oh, but go on! Just one more slice won’t hurt!”. “That’s the spirit!”, said Frankie, cutting another two large slices. Taking deep draughts of their soda, the women washed down mouthful after mouthful of chocolate cake. All the while, they chatted about their weight problems, comforting one another and reassuring themselves that there was no fair reason that they had both gained so much weight. “I eat SO carefully” said Frankie, cutting herself another slice of cake, “but I just can’t seem to keep the pounds off. I have no idea why”. “Oh I know what you mean”, sympathised Nancy as she refilled her glass with cola, “I just get heavier and heavier each year, and no one can explain why!” “It is a mystery, isn’t it?” mumbled Frankie through a mouthful of cake. “Say, you know what goes great with my chocolate cake? My home-baked Apple Pie! I just made one yesterday, you’ve got to try it! Let me go get it!” exclaimed Frankie, standing up. “What a good idea! If it’s as great as this cake, i’ll need the recipe for the pie too!” replied Nancy cheerfully. Plopping the pie tin down next to the cake, Frankie sat back down. Munching away on cake and pie, the two women continued to chat enthusiastically about their high hopes for weight loss now that they were exercising together.
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