The Sit Down

Chapter 1

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was on a Saturday, exactly 3 months after Jeri and I had been married. "Honey, do you have a few minutes. I'd like to talk to you about a problem I have that has come up." Jeri looked over at me, and seeing that I was serious she quickly sat down at the table next to me and waited for me to continue. I paused for a few seconds and continued.

"First off, let me stress that this is my problem, and there is nothing that you intentionally did that caused this to happen." She gave me a questioning look, but said nothing. "Ok, this is going to be hard for me to get through, so please just let me get it out before you say anything." She took my hand and nodded for me to continue.

"We've been married for 3 months now, and they have been the happiest 3 months of my life." She smiled and squeezed my hand. I swallowed and continued. But after the wedding and honeymoon, we've settled into a routine. Every morning you get up early and create these wonderful breakfasts with pancakes or waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, juice, toast and jam or sometimes croissants. And these meals have been so great that I end up stuffed every morning. The only reason I haven't exploded out of my pants is that I go to the gym every afternoon and work out."

I waited for a reaction. I had always worked out regularly, but Jeri had never been one to exercise. She had been eating along with me, and the results were very evident on her figure. It took her about a second to pick up on my meaning. She turned away and looked down at her body, seeing the roll of fat bulging over her waistband. Tears appeared in her eyes as she hiccupped and tried to get up from the table. I kept holding her hand so she couldn't leave.

"Honey, remember I told you this is my problem, not yours!" I said, desperation in my voice. She turned toward me and blurted out, "Yes, it is your problem. Now you've got a fat wife that you're ashamed of." She turned her head away and sobbed. I took my hand and gently put it on her jaw, rotating her face around so she was looking at me. "Let me get the rest of this out, and you'll know how wrong you are." She continued to look sad, but waited for me to continue.

"Like I said, every morning you fix these fantastic breakfasts, and you're always walking back and forth between the kitchen and the table, bringing all the food out. And you're usually wearing those cute pajamas with the crop top, or if I got lucky the night before, you'll have a negligee on under your robe." I saw a brief smile flash across her face, but then her eyes turned down again. "How do I say this?" I paused and then continued. "Well, with you walking back and forth, and with your expanded curves fully in view and jiggling as you walk, it causes quite a violent reaction in me." I paused and looked at her. Comprehension hit her slowly, and a surprised look appeared on her face. "You didn't see this because the table blocks your view, but it is a very pronounced reaction." I paused again, composed myself, and continued. "It's usually at this point in time that you give me a kiss on the cheek and walk upstairs to shower and get dressed for work while I watch this wonderful sexy body walk out the door and up the stairs." She turned to me and actually smiled, and she looked ready to speak. "Hold on, I want to get this all out before you say anything." She smiled again, but kept quiet.

"Well, at this point I have to leave for work, and all I can think about is you with your curves bouncing every which way, and the next thing I know I'm at work. And do you know the first person I have to walk past each morning? It's Bev, our receptionist. And there's no longer a table hiding my 'condition'. Every morning I see her look me over and smirk. And sometimes she'll make some remark like 'Is Jeri out of town?' or 'Have some nice daydreams driving to work?' I'm usually just smile and walk past her to my office." Jeri was smiling now, but I continued.

"And then I only have time to drop off my bag before I have to go into my boss's office for the morning meeting. You know my boss, Donna. Her smirk when I walk in tells me that she is certainly aware of my predicament. Bev is usually there, and my boss does not forgo the opportunity to join in on the fun. "Paul, are you feeling alright? Please sit down before you faint from blood loss." I sit down, but not without noticing the smirks or outright smiles from both Donna and Bev."

I'm on a roll now, and rush to continue before Jeri can interrupt.

"Well, I'm usually able to calm myself down and get my work done during the morning, and then I meet you for lunch. You come out looking all wonderful in your tight top and with your sexy belly pooching out over your waistband. And you're eating all this wonderful lasagna or some other fattening dish while I try to keep from staring. My condition returns with a vengeance, and the table again comes to my rescue. But do we have time to take care of things, of course not, we both have to get back to work. And again I have to walk past Bev."

"Must of been a good lunch", or "I guess Jeri is in town" is a sample of what I get when I walk to my desk. I make it through the afternoon, and then I change and go to the gym. There are always women there, and to be candid they don't always dress modestly. But that doesn't bother me. The problem is that I see them in their skimpy clothing, and I imagine you wearing one of those outfits with your new curves stretching the material to near bursting and my condition returns. And don't think those girls don't notice. I see them smiling and laughing when they think I'm not looking. Last week one of them even came up to me and asked. 'Paul, do you by chance have a banana or something, Julie thinks I might have a potassium deficiency.' I was speechless, and all those girls just lost it laughing."

I look over and Jeri is smiling now.

"Then I get home, and there you are all busy, rushing back and forth in the kitchen putting together some wonderful dinner for us. And even though you have usually changed into sweats or some other baggy clothing, my mind imagines what is going on underneath and I'm excited again. You and I sit down to a wonderful meal, and we move to the living room to watch some TV."

"My condition is still there, and you unintentionally flashing me with a bulging love handle or showing me how your belly button is outlined through your t-shirt does nothing to help the situation. I know you are tired since you've just finished cooking this wonderful meal and you've worked all day as well, so I don't want to be some pushy Neanderthal and just jump your bones. I wait till we both head off to bed, and I try to be a subtle as possible while I put forth my best efforts to get you to relieve the situation without embarrassing myself. Sometimes I succeed, the lingerie comes out, and I finally get some relief. But other times your tired and drift off to sleep while I lie there awake and think about politics or some other mundane subject while I try and relax and fall sleep.

Jeri was definitely smiling now, and looked over at me with a smirk. "And then the next day the whole thing starts again!" I looked at her, exasperated. "Now do you understand the problem I have?"

Jeri said nothing, but got up from the table and went to the kitchen. She returned carrying a tray filled with doughnuts she had purchased from the store. She had also untucked her button-down shirt and unbuttoned the top two buttons. The bottom of the shirt was knotted up just below her breasts, allowing her chubby belly to be exposed along with a long cleavage line. She took a seat down from where I was seated. I had an unencumbered view, but was not close enough to touch her without getting up.

She took a huge bite of the doughnut, chewed once, and then pushed the remainder into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she slowly chewed the contents in her mouth, finally swallowing it. She picked up a second doughnut and turned toward me. "So your problem seems to be that you can't seem to look at me in my current plump state without getting overly excited, is that correct?" She took a huge bite out of the doughnut and waited for me to reply. When I said nothing she continued. "And my eating all these fattening foods and putting on weight seems to increase the severity of your condition, correct? I nodded slowly and closed my eyes to try and collect my thoughts. "Well I had better do something about this. We're going to the gym so I can work on losing some of this pudge." She grabbed her exposed love handle and shook it to emphasis her point. "You go on upstairs and get changed. I need to do some carb loading before we go." She put the remainder of the doughnut in her mouth to emphasize her point.

I slowly walked toward the stairs and toward the bedroom to change. I could swear I heard her snicker when I put my hand down my pants to reposition my swollen member to a more comfortable position.

When I returned, she was sitting at the table and licking her fingers. There were only two doughnuts remaining on the plate. I moved toward her, but she quickly got up and walked quickly toward the stairs. "I need to change into my leotard and top. Gosh, the last time I wore them was before the wedding. I hope they still fit." She looked back over her shoulder and smiled. I groaned and crossed my legs, which made her guffaw. Five minutes later she returned down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.

She was dressed in a two-piece outfit. The material of her crop top was stretched dangerously thin over her bustline. Her leotard pants were also stretched thin, especially around her buttocks and thighs. Her abdomen jutted out round and proud, giving the appearance that she was offering herself for the taking. Her waistband was stretched tightly around her just below her exposed belly button. On top of the elastic was an impressive roll of flab extending all the way around her body. As she walked, her thighs and buttocks wobbled once before settling back to a resting position. "Let's go" she said. She gestured me to walk towards the door and the car. As she started out, she glanced at the doughnuts left on the dining room table. "Might as well finish these off," she said as she grabbed a napkin and wrapped up the doughnuts to go.

The ride to the gym was excruciating. There she was, sitting in the passenger seat with her thighs spread wide across the leather. Her belly folded into two plump rolls, and every bump we hit shock her breasts and belly up and down. She finished the doughnuts, licked her fingers, and wadded up the napkin just as we pulled into the gym parking lot.

We entered the gym, and I was relieved that it was sparsely filled due to it being a Saturday. Jeri led me over to the exercise mats. "Will you help me stretch before we do anything?" I nodded, trying to face away from the other patrons so they wouldn't see my condition. She sat down and splayed her legs wide apart on the floor. "Sit across from me and put the soles of your feet on mine." I slowly complied, adjusting myself so that we both had our legs spread wide with the soles of our feet meeting. She then started to attempt toe touches. She leaned forward, compressing her belly fat into several rolls and exposing her cleavage. And every time she leaned forward you could actually hear the fabric in her leotards pop and crackle as some of the fibers in the fabric stretched and broke trying to contain her body.

Then she rolled out of her position and got on her hands and knees. She purposely let her stomach muscles relax, and her belly extended down several inches toward the mat. She then pushed her body back so that her haunches were resting on her calves. Her buttocks spread wide, and the pop and crackle of the leotard was audible throughout the gym. I groaned, and saw her smile as she continued to rock her body back and forth.

She then did a series of jumping jacks. Every part of her body seemed to bounce and jiggle as she softly counted each repetition.

After a minute she stopped and wiped the sweat from her forehead. I stayed seated to try and hide my excited state. She looked at me and smiled. "I should probably start this exercise routine slowly so I don't hurt myself. I think I've done enough for today. Why don't I just take you through your usually routine and then we'll leave." I tried not to show how shocked I was, and just gave her a sly smile and nodded. "Wait just a second, I want to get a smoothie to help me recover from my workout." She walked over to the smoothie bar and had them create a large smoothie. I looked up at the menu board and noticed the one she ordered was designed for weight lifters trying to bulk up. She returned to the mat, taking sips from the straw of her drink.

"How about some sit ups? I'll hold your feet." I shifted around and she put her hands on my feet. I raised up and was confronted by the sight of her cleavage line as my head went toward my knees. I groaned again, and she smiled and I returned to the start position. I finished off 50 sit ups, and my member was throbbing with excitement. Jeri then led me through a series of weight machines, always positioning herself so that I was eye level with either her breasts, her belly, or her rear. At the end of the 45 minute workout, I was both exhausted and excited more than I had ever been. As a cool down, she had me back on the mat, but this time she had me facing the wall of mirrors. She ran me through some stretches that had my swollen member displayed to anyone who looked at the mirrors. I could see the men smirk and the women smile as I did my toe touches and stretches. Finally Jeri slapped me on the rear. "Good job, let's go home." She slurped the last of her smoothie, brought the glass back to the bar, and proceeded to walk toward the car. I followed, watching her sway back and forth as she walked.

When we got home, she told me to take my shower first while she relaxed after her workout. I showered quickly and returned to the living room in shorts and a t-shirt. She immediately walked toward the stairs, taking off her clothes in preparation for her shower. Knowing my initial thought would be to follow her, she glanced over her shoulder. "Would you please fix us a snack while I shower. My workout really made me hungry" I could only imagine her smile as I groaned again and walked toward the kitchen.

20 minutes later she came down the stairs wearing her robe and slippers. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the tray of snack cakes I had prepared and moved it to the coffee table in the living room. She nodded her thanks and sat down beside me. She picked up a snack cake, looked at me and smiled. "Thanks for letting me know about this problem. I'm not an expert on these things, but how about this? What if we wake up each weekday morning at 6 AM rather than 7? We can just wear our PJ's at breakfast, and then we can have an extra 30 or 40 minutes where I can try to help remedy your condition should it occur. She smiled and softly patted the bulge in my shorts. "You might even be able to leave a little earlier and beat Bev to the office. And there's this great Italian restaurant where we can meet for lunch. I know the owner, and she has a back room that you can close off from everyone should you want some privacy." I smiled and moved toward her. "Any I'll try to be more observant of your needs after dinner each night. Would that help?"

I smiled, nodded, and tried to embrace her. She however quickly got up and moved to face me. She smiled and slowly took off her robe, exposing her body wearing my favorite lingerie. "Shall we go upstairs and see if any of my techniques can quell your dilemma?" She took my hand and led me toward the stairs. She glanced back over her shoulder. "By the way, this outfit is getting quite tight. Should we go to the lingerie store later today and pick out some larger things?" She laughed and bounded ahead of me up the stairs, crossing the bedroom doorway just as I caught her. I embraced her and she reached down and grabbed my throbbing member. Then she separated herself and laid down on the bed. "Just call me your little, or rather your not so little, problem solver."