This choice: As you get ready to go to the reunion, Krista tries to desperately diet. • Go Back...Chapter #6As you get ready to go to the reunion, Krista t... by: Frenchfrye2   The next day, you find yourself busy as you prepare for the brief vacation the reunion will bring. With a whole 5 weeks until it begins, you have plenty of time for the essentials; booking a hotel, stocking up on food, and getting someone to watch Bongo. Right now, your in the middle of confirming your room at the Sweet Spot Hotel, a local favorite of your hometown. As you come close to finishing, you hear someone shout upstairs.
"SERIOUSLY!?" You hear all the way at the kitchen table. Concerned, you close your laptop and make your way upstairs. As you come up the steps, you see that Krista is standing in the bathroom, the door only open a crack.
"Really? 343lbs? How`d I get so bad?" You overhear this as you come closer. You gently tip toe to the side of the door, out of your beloved`s view. In spite of your own heavy weight, you`ve always be pretty stealthy. Taking your knuckles you softly knock against the door.
"Hey babe, everything all right in there?" You ask. You listen closely as she twists about in the small bathroom. You make out a soft thud as an object lands on the floor.
"Of course I knock off the soap.." You hear Krista whisper as you hear her come to the door.
"Yeah. I`m good honey. By the way? Have you seen my dumbbells?" Your wife says with a lot more pep in her voice. She peeks behind the door, as though she`s hiding. Now she`s asking for her dumbbells, didn`t you get rid of those in that garage sale last year?
"Uh.... maybe in the garage?" Why is Krista suddenly so interested in working out? Is she really this embarrassed by her weight? This was never a big issue before. Sure... she`d joke on occasion about going on a diet or something... but it never seemed to genuinely bother her. At least, not until that invitation showed up.
"Hon you okay? Your kind of hiding behind the door." You say in an attempt to goad your wife out. As if that worked, she fully opened the door and you saw your wife standing there.... in exercise gear. Gear that clearly had been hiding in the closet too long. First and foremost... those pink shorts were way too small on your wife. The stretchy material looked strained, your wife`s giant fat thighs spilled out in all their glory. Above that, your wife had on a purple V-neck. Her favorite color. It too was small, as a good sliver of her belly could be seen pouring out of it. You hadn't really noticed, but your wife had a lack of stretch marks. Likely from the combination of a slow ten year gain and no having any kids yet, despite how much you both wanted to.
"I`m fine. Just... trying this old stuff on." Her thick cheeks were red, flushed with embarrassment.
"Okay. You just sounded upset... that`s all." You say with a sincere smile. Your wife smiles back, hers is more awkward. She`s biting her lower lip again.
"Oh.... uh.. later I`m running to the mall. Do you need anything? I`m buying some stuff for the reunion." Krista leans against the doorway, her soft hip squishing in.
"No I`m good. Just need to stock up on some groceries before we head out. That and dog food. What are you getting?"
"Just some new clothes..." Your wife says with a little apprehension. She`s probably dreading the number of Xs.
After that you and your wife separated for a good bit of the day. While you stayed home, calling for dog sitters, your wife was out shopping for new clothes. By the time Krista got home, it was nearly 6:00, she`d left at 2.
As she came into the door, you couldn`t help but admire the way your wife`s gait was exaggerated by her extra padding. Her hips practically bouncing off the air, her rear doing a similar motion behind her. You liked it. It drove you wild. It helped that earlier she had changed into a lovely white casual sundress. In each of her hands, was at least three or four shopping bags.
"How`d your trip go?" You ask as she daintily set her large clumsy rear into a kitchen chair. You enjoyed watching as her hips spread over the sides. Her feet rubbed together as she took off the sensible black flats she had on.
"It was a little tricky. For some reason, they didn`t have anything in my size. I had to go a size down." Your wife reaches her hand down and pulls one of the bags up.
"Well... where did you shop?" You ask standing beside the table.
"I tried that one place at the end... Dreamscape. It was a little pricier, but I think it was worth it." As Krista finishes the words, you watch as she pulls a box out of the bag.
"Check these out." Krista opens the box to reveal a set of black heels with white straps. They looked nice. They looked sexy. They looked expensive.
"Hon? Don`t heels hurt your ankles?" You ask looking the shoes over. As much as you`d like to see Krista wear them, she hadn`t wore heels in years for that very reason.
"I can put up with it for one night. Plus I'm looking to drop some weight first anyway." Next Krista pulled out some workout clothes. A pair of workout pants with strings in the front and a LOT of stretch in the waist. The blue fabric seemed light and breathable. Then, there was a green tie dye shirt. It looked light, but was surprisingly dense as you held it up. Finally, your wife had a purple sports bra. For obvious reasons.
"These look nice. But we only have 5 weeks." You say handing them back.
"That`s why I`ll work extra hard." Krista says as she puts the clothes back in the bags.
"Okay... just... be careful... your knees." As you say it, your heart sinks and you hear the scream from your memory. Your wife gets out of the chair with a quick grunt. She wraps her heavy arms around you, going in for a quick peck on the lips.
"I promise. I will." She says leaning into your chest. You sigh. You knew how competitive and stubborn she could be. Hopefully she didn't get too caught up in trying to lose weight.
The next few weeks were an odd whirlwind of activity. Your work lives remain the same. However, upon returning home, you find your wife working out instead of her usual reading. At first, it was equal parts amusing and kind of fun to watch. Krista managed to find her dumbbells, and would frequently pump iron on the couch. She was also doing a lot of squats in front of the TV. Again, it was kind of fun at first. Watching your wife`s enormous booty bounce around with each squat. It turned out, despite how large the pants were, your Krista`s rear was still too big, as her crack would frequently play peek-a-boo. Fortunately, as a man in love with his wife, you found it hot instead of funny.
The concern for her bad knees didn`t leave though. You watched as she kept going. Well beyond what the doctor recommended. When you thought she was close to her breaking point, you got up and tried stopping her. Each time, she would stop and flop onto the couch in a sweaty mess. Rubbing at her legs. You knew the pain wasn't bad, but you still worried for a bit. But she`d just smile weakly and ask for something to eat. Where before that meant a nice sandwich or some potato chips, now it meant salads and crunchy vegetables. You leave Krista panting on the couch and open the fridge in the kitchen. Grabbing a salad, you also grab the vinaigrette she loves. As you come back into the living room, Krista has settled. With one hand stroking her thigh, she takes the salad with her other hand.
"You can put the dressing back. Too many calories." Krista says shifting in her seat. You raise your brow, confused.
"Really? It can`t add that much." You look at the bottle. Its only 170 calories in the bottle.
"Its fine, just put it back." Krista says with a mouthful of crunchy lettuce. You look down at the salad. It`s quite bland looking with only a few croutons and some tomatoes and onions.
"You sure? It`s your favorite. Plus its only a little." You say with a shrug.
"Yeah. I`ll be fine." Krista says with a big grin to try and comfort you. You obey and put the dressing away and return to see her wolfing down the rest of the salad.
For the next few days, this was Krista`s routine. Working at the Pet Clinic, working out, then salad or some other bland tasteless meal. You keep trying to think of something to say. I love you just the way you are. Your perfect already. Who cares what they think? But whether its your gentlemanly nature or fear of your Krista`s anger, you don`t bring it up. You keep quiet and just make sure she doesn`t push herself beyond her limit. The part that is hardest, for both of you you imagine, is it was hard to tell if progress was even made.
Her workout clothes seemed tight still. She wasn`t sweating any less. Was this going to lead somewhere? Where you even going to like it? Was she going to be happy? These insecurities were ridiculous. At least that's what you thought. If you could magically take the weight on and off her, you would. But it seemed to just stay and plateau her progress. The reunion crept ever closer. As exciting as it was to see all your old friends, you couldn`t wait for your wife to stop worrying about her appearance. You could tell she was miserable. Hopefully this was either over quickly or she`d make enough progress to be happy with herself.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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