chapter 8

A month later, Bob was down to 275 pounds. In the three months since he'd made up his mind to get back in shape, Bob managed to shed a whopping 46lbs, but was still 50lbs heavier than his wedding day. Bob should have felt rejoiced and felt happy to have lost so much weight in just one season, however, if the truth be told, he felt anything but.

The descending numbers on the scale sounded good, but looking at himself in the mirror, Bob was somewhat less impressed with himself. For all the weight he'd recently just shed, Bob was still a blubbery mess and quite far from ever achieving his premarital fitness level and weight. Prodding his soft belly that still slightly swelled over his athletic shorts, Bob highly doubted both his ability and willpower to ever achieve such a lofty goal.

From months of grueling cardio and weight lifting routines, Bob's body ached in places he never knew existed. And for what? What did he really have to show for all of his labored efforts? He was still technically morbidly obese, with a fat ass that jiggled about almost as much as his round belly and floppy moobs. With all the weight he'd lost, Bob still felt like a pig, just now a constantly hungry and sexually dissatisfied pig. And dissatisfied he was, as he and Vivian had drifted further and further apart. Bob was absolutely miserable and primed for Vivian to swoop in. And swoop in she did one day, with a a cold and full bodied IPA.

"Here hun, you deserve it", said the smiling Vivian as she cracked open and handed the cold brewsky to her starving, neglected, and horny husband. For all of the reasons just previously mentioned, Bob regretfully accepted the tall calorie laden alcoholic beverage from his wife.

"Thanks Viv. Maybe just a little", he said tilting back his head and taking a big swig from the carbonated and carb filled drink.

"Brrrrrp", went Bob, as he covered his face in shame for burping so loudly, "Sorry, mmmmmmmmm, but that was soooooooo good", he said jovially, desperately trying to deflect from his embarrassment.

"No problem", cooed Vivian in his ear as she made gentle swirls around his soft belly, something she hadn't done in almost three months.