chapter 10: no more exercise

Hey everyone! The long-awaited chapter 10 is here! Enjoy!

I have been very busy with the holiday season, so don't expect a new chapter until mid-January at the earliest.

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"I thought you were done with going to the gym."

Derek had walked in to the bedroom one morning to find Lindsay struggling to squeeze into an old pair of yoga pants. Her fat rolls quaked and jiggled as she fought to stretch the pants over her massive butt.

"I want to try yoga," she said. "There's a free class starting at the local community center."

"Yoga? What for?"

Lindsay looked down at her belly. It blotted out her view of her feet.

"I know I'll never be thin again, honey. I just want to be able to move around. I've gotten so fat from these pregnancies....I was out of breath just taking the kids to the park the other day. Yoga could help me stay more active."

A twinge of arousal shot through Derek's body at the thought of his wife being so fat that the kids could run circles around her while she helplessly struggled to keep up.

Before she knew what was happening, Lindsay felt Derek's arms locked around her belly from behind, his groin pressed into her fat ass. She was trapped.

"What if I said no?" he growled in her ear.

Lindsay froze. Derek's voice had never sounded this dominant.

"Please, Derek...." She whimpered. "Just let me try it. I'm not --- I'm not ready to get fatter just yet."

Derek's grip relaxed. "OK, sexy --- go for it. I'll drop the kids off today if you pick them up later."

"Oh, thank you, honey!" Lindsay smiled, turning to give him a kiss.

"Now, let me help you with these pants," he grinned, as he grabbed a large handful of her ass.

Working together, the couple finally managed to stuff Lindsay's butt into her pants. Derek watched her from the bedroom as she waddled towards the front door. She stopped in the kitchen --- the donuts he bought yesterday had caught her eye. She snuck one into her jacket before heading out the door.

Derek smiled. He knew she wouldn't last long at yoga.

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"Oh, shit...."

Lindsay stood at the bottom of a long flight of stairs, looking upward in dismay.

"Better hurry if you're headed to yoga," said a slim woman next to her. "The class starts in ten minutes." The woman dashed effortlessly up the stairs.

"OK....I can do this," Lindsay cheered herself on. She slowly started up the stairs.

"Just one step at a time....One step at a time...."

She reached the first floor rather easily. But there were four more to go.

Her breathing became heavier as she climbed the second flight of stairs. Sweat started to glisten on her forehead. Her pace started slowing down.

She paused on the landing at the second floor to catch her breath. Since when were stairs this difficult?

As she trudged up the third flight of stairs, the burning sensation in her calves and thighs continued to grow. Sweat was now pouring down her face. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment as several older women dashed past her, taking the stairs two at a time.

She checked her watch.

Five minutes left before the start of class, and two more flights of stairs to go.

Lindsay heaved herself onto the third floor landing. For the first time in months, she was painfully aware of how fat she was. Her weight was easy for her to ignore during the pregnancies --- Derek had pampered her so much that she had almost nothing to do except lounge on the couch, eat, have sex, and feel her belly grow bigger with the babies. Now, every time she took a step, it felt like she was moving a mountain uphill. Hundreds of pounds of fat were pulling her back down.

Halfway through the fourth flight of stairs, fatigue hit her hard. She was gasping for air, her legs felt like burning jelly, and her shirt was soaked with sweat.

"Just....a little....further...." she grunted.

Finally, she reached the fourth floor. She nearly collapsed against the wall, panting and wheezing, trying desperately to catch her breath.

Her watch beeped. 11 AM. Class was starting.

The last flight of stairs was nearly impossible for poor Lindsay. She had to take the steps one at a time, stopping briefly on each one before starting the next. Her thighs felt like massive bags of dough. With each step, her body jiggled and quaked, threatening to throw her off balance. Her aching feet screamed in protest, unaccustomed to carrying so much weight for so long. Her pampered lifestyle had left her body too soft and weak for this kind of exertion.

The watch beeped again. 11:05 AM.

Desperate to avoid being late, Lindsay mustered what little energy she had left and tried to dash up the few remaining stairs.

"Almost.....there.....OW! Ow ow ow!!!!"

Lindsay cried out and clutched the handrail as a searing pain shot through her left ankle. In her clumsy haste, she had misjudged a step, and her foot had buckled under her weight. She was trembling as she pulled herself up and over the last step. She limped over to the wall, her breasts heaving as she sucked air, a wince of pain written across her face.

"I must have sprained it. Damnit! I can't let Derek find out about this...."

Her watch read 11:08 AM.

Finally, Lindsay hobbled over to the yoga studio and opened the door. Fifty other women, all slim and toned, turned to gawk at the sight before them. The instructor's voice dropped off as she stared in disbelief.

Lindsay stood in the doorway, frozen with embarrassment, her cheeks burning bright red. Her hair was a greasy, sweaty mess; her shoes were coming untied; her T-shirt was riding up over her big belly, exposing the puffy fat underneath. Traces of bright pink donut icing rimmed her mouth, evidence of her gluttonous breakfast. The poor butterball of a girl looked completely out of place.

After an awkward pause, the instructor cleared her throat.

"Welcome, glad you could make it. There's a spare mat here for you to use," she said, pointing to a spot near the center of the room.

"Oh --- OK.....Um.....Thank you...." Lindsay stammered.

Of all the places for her to sit --- did it HAVE to be the mat in the center of the room? Why couldn't it have been in the back row?

All eyes were on her as she shuffled towards her mat, her fat bouncing and bulging in every direction. She could hear faint twitters of gossip and laughter from the corners of the room.

As she sat down on the mat, her ass and hips spread outwards, and her belly poked out from under her shirt. It was just too big to hide.

At that moment, all she wanted to do was disappear.

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The clock on the wall showed 1 PM. Class was over. Lindsay breathed an audible sigh of relief.

She was exhausted.

Even a beginner's yoga class had proven to be an ordeal. She struggled valiantly to complete the exercises, but her body just wobbled and wiggled and squished all over the place, refusing to cooperate. Her belly was so big that it felt like a barrel in front of her, impeding her movements. And she was so tired that lifting herself off the mat was nearly impossible. Her fat seemed to be pinning her to the floor.

Even worse, she was extremely hungry.

At the thought of food, her belly rumbled audibly, provoking glances from the other women. To avoid further embarrassment, she waited until everyone else was gone before struggling to stand up.

"Ouch!" Lindsay exclaimed, as her weight settled onto her sprained ankle.

She limped down the stairs very slowly. The seductive scent of fried food wafted her way as a funnel cake vendor wheeled his little cart into the community center.

Her belly rumbled louder.

"No....No....I have to pick up the kids from school," she told herself.

Emboldened by her motherly responsibilities, Lindsay managed to avoid the funnel cake vendor. She squeezed herself into her minivan and drove away.

Despite the pain in her ankle, she felt confident. She had made it through a tough session of yoga and resisted her appetite, despite being very hungry.

Perhaps there was still hope for her?

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"Did you sprain your ankle yesterday at yoga?"

Lindsay's feeling of confidence evaporated the next day as she walked in the front door. Derek was home from work earlier than she expected, and he must have noticed.....

"N-no," Lindsay stammered, feigning innocence. "I feel fine, honestly --- I must have just---"

"You definitely sprained it," he replied. His voice sounded concerned, but Lindsay thought she could see a slight smirk on his face.

"It's nothing serious, Derek, I just tweaked it a bit ---"

"Hush," Derek laughed. "You're a terrible liar, babe." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for a kiss. She let out a squeal of pain as she stumbled uncomfortably on her injured foot.

"My poor baby girl," Derek cooed as he shook his head. "Come on --- let's get that ankle wrapped up."

"It should be fine soon," Lindsay pleaded.

But Derek had her arm in a vice grip and was leading her towards the sofa. Resistance was useless.

"There will be no more exercise for a while. You need to keep your weight off that foot to let it heal."

Lindsay sat in silence as Derek skillfully wrapped her ankle. Here she was --- her 400 pound body slumped on the couch, her belly jutting out of her shirt like a balloon, her plump lady parts clearly visible to her husband in the outline of her tight pants. She felt so fat, so disgusting, so helpless, so dependent on him.

And so incredibly aroused.

"My poor wifey has become a very fat little girl," he whispered in her ear. "Much too fat for yoga."

She hated herself for becoming such a slob. If she couldn't exercise, would she ever be able to stop getting fatter?