This choice: The girls both struggle, big time. • Go Back...Chapter #24Fatty Friends Fail Fantastically at Fitness by: hedkrakka   "Oh... Jesus... fucking... Christ..."
"Sweet... mercy... holy..."
It was hard to say which of the two recent graduates was handling this workout worse. Both of the young women were sweat drenched, panting messes, forcing out quiet curses in between their desperate lungfuls of air.
And they'd only been on their treadmills for five minutes!
"Why did... I think... this was a... good... idea!?" Haley gasped between her heaving breaths. Her lower belly roll had slipped out from her sweats, slapping wetly against her meaty thighs with each heavy, lumbering step. Her barrel round thighs forced her to move at an uncomfortable waddle. The hips of the nearly 400 pounder could scarcely squeeze between the handrails, brushing the rails with each thundering plod. Her double wide, drooping, and protruding booty bounced and wobbled slightly out of time with the rest of her loose, jiggling blubber, and Haley felt like she could fall over (or be dragged, more likely) at any moment.
"When... did this get... so hard!?" Though she was fifty or sixty-odd pounds lighter then her lardy, gluttonous friend, Courtney was hardly fairing any better. During the stress and workload of her final year, Courtney's diet and exercise plan had been shelved, and shelved hard. As much as she wanted to blame Haley for being a terrible enabler, the fact is that she was herself a big eater and quite prone to stress snacking. Toss in a total dearth of exercise, and it shouldn't be much of a surprise why the belly heavy brunette had rocketed up to her old peak, and blown by it just as quick.
Courtney's blubbery belly, combined with the huge shoulder boulders currently succeeding in their attempt to bounce free of her ill-fitting bra, were clearly causing her quite a bit of discomfort with each bounce and jostle. Her burning lungs struggled to expand against the thick layer of firm fat wrapped around her bloated middle, and she at last reached out with one damp digit to turn off the exercise machine with a muttered, "Oh, fuck... this...!"
"Thank... God for... that!" Haley had given up by this point, leaning against the right handrail, drawing some worrisome creaks from it as she took deep, shuddering breaths. She'd given up trying to cover her exposed rolls, trying and failing to ignore the sweat pooling between her accrued layers of weighty lard. She let out a quiet, somewhat painful burp as she mumbled, "Eating before this was a total mistake."
If Courtney heard her, she gave no sign, but it was doubtful that she had. Miss Caldwell had her hands angled into her lower back, her muscles obviously unhappy with her recent attempt at physical activity. A nearby giggle drew Haley West's attention, though she didn't give whoever it was the satisfaction of reacting. She knew the two of them must of made for quite a sight, panting, drenched in sweat, and after...
Only.
Five.
God damn.
MINUTES!
Her sense of impending regret from before having been confirmed beyond a doubt, Haley stood upright. She couldn't decide if the cracking pop she heard came from her own spine or the thoroughly abused treadmill, but she knew she didn't want to wait around to find out her unemployed fat ass had broken what looked to be a very expensive machine. A bass rumble sounded deep in her roll-laden gut, and she knew exactly what the two heifers needed after such a strenuous workout.
"Hey, since... I imagine... sweet Christ, I'm never doing this again... we're done here... Whew! Want to grab some lunch while we're out?"
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"Not sure if this is going to help us," Courtney said as she took a big bite of her chili cheeseburger with a loud coo of sheer pleasure. She took some solace that her order was more restrained than her lardaceous friend's, though she probably shouldn't have. The woman who once judged Haley West harshly for ordering a double patty burger with extra chili and cheese was now up to three patties herself, with three cheese slices (one orange cheddar, one white cheddar, one Monterey jack), extra bacon, and a large side of chili cheese fries. Once you added in the large Big Daddy's Peanut Butter Milkshake, her so-called "Light Lunch" was close to 3500 calories of greasy indulgence. "But it is so good."
"Oh, I know," Haley groaned out as she forced more fattening chow past her plump lips, shiny with orange grease. Her order mirrored Courtney's in every way save size, containing an extra burger and an extra large order of chili cheese fries. How she could continue eating after all she'd consumed was anyone's guess, though those who knew her would have answered "practice."
One would have thought that learning you were so spectacularly fat and out of shape would have been an incitement to change your eating habits, but these two apparently didn't get the memo. If anything, their mutual struggles seemed only to encourage them to greater heights of gluttony as some kind of perceived reward for their hard work.
"Why is it the unhealthy stuff always tastes so good?"
"It's a conspiracy, I'm sure of it." Haley added. A ding from her phone drew her attention, and she was lost for a brief moment in texting. "Hey, that was from my Mom. She wants to invite you to supper."
Courtney felt her blood run cold and her pulse quicken as she remembered the last time she'd been stuffed like a turkey at the West house. "O-oh, gosh. Well, I mean, I don't know..."
"Oh c'mon, please?" Haley asked, clasping her hands together. "I know Mom can be a little pushy when it comes to food..."
Courtney snorted a little at the idea of her only being "a little pushy," but Haley ignored it and pressed on.
"... but she means well and misses you coming by. Besides, I think we can safely call this a cheat day after this meal, right?"
"Everyday with you is a cheat day," Courtney whispered, though she had to admit that Haley had a pretty good point. After mulling it over a bit, she finally replied, "Oh alright, fine. I'd love to come."
"Yay! Thank you!" Haley was already texting her mother to let her know to expect company.
"Don't thank me just yet. If I can't walk afterwards, you're helping roll me back to my place."
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