This choice: while Skylar graduates college, Holly is graduating into plus-sizes... • Go Back... Graduation time had come and gone, and plenty had changed since May.
Though she hadn’t been able to find work in her preferred field (where was she going to find a decent place to work at all in this Podunk little town?) Skylar had managed to transition well into the working lifestyle. She’d gotten a job as a manager at a book store, which proved that her degree wasn’t entirely worthless, and she was making almost as much money on the hour as her sister.
What’s more, she had continued to go to the gym after every other shift or, failing that, at least once on the weekends. Taking control of her eating habits was hard work, and exercise was even harder, but nobody could deny the results.
“You’re looking good, Skye!”
The clap of her trainer’s hand against her still-soft back had sent a heavy ripple throughout her plump physique. The skinnier, taller woman that had intimidated Skylar so much upon their first meeting (and for the first few weeks afterwards) was the closest thing that she had in an ally in her weight loss journey, and her approval filled Skylar with immeasurable pride.
“Thuh… thanks, Riley.” Skylar posed awkwardly with her hands on her hips, full chest and tummy pooching forward with her still-nervous shallow breaths but hardly billowing as they’d been before, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“No way—this is all you.” The cinnamon-skinned cardio queen announced proudly, “Let’s take a look at that bicep.”
Skylar flexed playfully.
“BOOM!”
The two of them laughed and cheered as Skylar stepped off of the scale to give her trainer a hug. It had been an uphill battle when it came to not just Skylar’s genetic predisposition to be round, but also getting her to open up and trust her as a trainer. Her seething jealousy of Riley’s good looks hadn’t faded, but she finally seemed to register that she wasn’t a competition with every good-looking brunette with a tiny waist.
Getting healthy, gaining confidence, and losing weight was Skye’s biggest motivator in her life after college—right underneath saving up enough money to move out of her mama’s trailer.
***
Holly’s, on the other hand, had been trying to learn how to shut her mama up.
“Jesus Christ you’re porkin’ out, Holly.”
Holly rolled her dark eyes as she tried and failed to let another one of her mama’s comments roll off of her increasingly thick skin. She had just been trying to enjoy her day off, for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t like she was the only gal in the world who decided to kick back on the couch with a beer for lunch, but God forbid that she try and do it while her mama was home.
“Mama be nice.” Holly sniffed defensively as she watched the larger woman toddle around, “How would you like it if I picked on you for once?”
“I’ve been fat, honey—you’re the one who can’t put down the damn fork lately.”
Holly groaned as she rocked herself to a standing position from nestled deep into the couch. She was still getting used to the extra weight around her middle getting in the way of things. It had stopped bunching into rolls when she bent over and just sort of pooched out all the time. The higher she careened over two hundred pounds, the harder it seemed for her to do anything. She felt so heavy and bloated all the time, and the excess heft that had been largely centered to her titties and tum before was finding room to run off into her cheeks, double chin, and arms. Holly was starting to look fat now that her slim face was steadily inflating alongside the rest of her figure—and it was getting really easy to tell where the Kleinschmidt parts of her had been hiding all the while she was skinny.
“I ain’t gotta take this—I’m goin’ to my room.”
“Enjoy fittin’ through that doorway while you can.”
“Goddamn I hate it here!”
Despite all her bluster about being able to lose weight any time she wanted to after her sister graduated and the liberation that came with getting to stuff her face and drink beer with reckless abandon, Holly hadn’t found much success in shedding any of the excess fifty pounds of hooter, haunch, and arm ham heft that she’d acquired in the name of helping to shield her younger sister from their mama’s barbed comments about her weight.
Or any of the thirty that she’d put on after Skylar had graduated.
Storming into her bedroom put every pound in perspective every time that she did it. Her gut sloshing back and forth and her fat ass wobbling side to side in her sweatpants, along with the newfound pain in her back that came with her heaving tits bouncing braless in her shirt—Holly’s feet ached after her shifts at work, and she’d started falling short of breath just walking from her pickup to the few steps that lead up to the front door! Holly had never thought much to the struggles that her sister (or her mother) had put up with just doing normal, everyday stuff.
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