From Athlete to Chubster

When I started Patreon I didn't really know what to expect, and I've just sort of learned along the way. So it makes me so happy when you all support me on here. One of the things it has opened me up to is doing these Custom Creations. And so when James joined the list of supporters at the Custom Creation level I could have not been more pleased. So this story is spawned from his pledge and writing prompt. His prompt was "Former fit college athlete starts to get a little chubby ".

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 From Athlete to Chubster

Scanning across a dresser, lined with trophies. Little gold athletes in various poses sat atop each one, demonstrating the skills it took to take home such a prize. One was a volleyball player lunging to bump up a pass, another was a basketball player shooting what looked like a three pointer. Each of the plastic accomplishments sported a golden ponytail and athletic attire, just like their owner. 

Upon further inspection though, you could see that these trophies looked to have a layer of dust on them, like they had all been placed there several year ago, and had started to be forgotten about. There had certainly been no new additions recently, as the dust was settled evenly across the many recognitions.

What did seem to be stirring though was the individual in front of the dresser. She could not be seen, but she could be heard. A very audible huffing and puffing sound could be heard very rhythmically, in addition to several grunting sounds. Looking downwards we see what all the commotion is about.

“Ugh! When did sit ups get to be so hard to do?” Rachel asked herself and she laid on her bedroom floor, with her knees in the air and her feet resting right behind her bum. She once again attempted to raise her torso, straining to get her head as close as she could to her knees. The problem was though that her stomach wasn’t as flat as it once was.

With her blonde ponytail dangling behind down her back, her stomach bunched up as she tried to work her core. Her top half only covered by a sports bra, gave a picture perfect view of the struggling co-ed. 

Back in college, Rachel was a tip top shape athlete. She ate salads with grilled chicken, drank lots of water, and was active each and everyday. She enjoyed going to a few parties here and there when she didn’t have a big game or a big meet, and enjoyed some beers at these occasions, but with all of her activities it didn’t show on her frame whatsoever.

But then college ended, which meant that there was no more volleyball team practice, or track meets. She didn’t feel the need to eat so much lean protein since she wasn’t being as active, instead she opting for easy microwave meals or take out. She didn’t have a culinary staff working in the schools cafeteria kitchen anymore, she just had herself in her one bedroom apartment.

It didn’t take long for her more sedentary lifestyle and change in eating habits to catch up with her. 

Rachel had been skinny her whole life, and stayed that way almost as if on auto-pilot, so now that she was carrying around some extra bulk she wasn’t quite used, she had a hard time rationalizing it was there. She knew she had gained a few pounds, but was fearful of stepping on the scale and finding out the truth. But a few pounds wouldn’t leave you with a belly that big, or thighs that thick, and every week she was only adding more girth.

This workout attempt was the first in months, and it wasn’t hard to tell that from how poorly it was going that she wouldn’t be attempting again for several more months to come. Rachel huffed and puffed as she tried a few more failed sit ups, but soon where her abs used to be started to burn and she wanted to throw in the towel. 

Slowly standing up, Rachel's small belly swung back and forth a little bit until it finally came to rest when she was fully erect. Rachel was red in the face from the low intensity work out, if you could even call it that. She put a hand on her burning middle, instantly feeling how soft and warm it was. Her fingers sunk in with just the slightest amount of pressure. 

She bit her lip, knowing it was time. She had been letting herself go, and it was time to face the truth. She begrudgingly made her way into the bathroom and pulled out the scale that had been hiding behind the toilet since she moved in. Stepping on she closed her eyes until she was ready to come to terms with reality. “Two hundred and five pounds.” She slowly said to herself.

She almost couldn’t believe it, but then she thought her standing weekly pizza order on Friday nights, or how she always knew what she wanted when going through the McDonald's drive through, or the fact she knew which shelf and how far down in the freezer section her favorite frozen dinners were. She didn’t want to be fat, but here she was, over 200 pounds. 

Rachel had always heard when she was younger from friends of her mom, who lets say where not always the lightest, that once you cross 200 there is never going back. This had always stuck with her, even though at the time she never thought that would be her one day. Well one day had come, and here she was, all 205 pounds of her. 

Rachel didn’t want to be fat. She stood on that scale thinking of anything she could do to reverse this. Eat healthier, exercise more, though both were easier said than done. Or now that she was over the 200 line was she doomed to be like those other moms who were far past 200 at the time they were passing their sage advice down to her. 

As if on command her stomach churned and growled. Rachel had an important decision to make, give into her hunger cravings like she had done for the years she had been out of college, or finally put her foot down and attempt to curb her cravings and only eat healthy. 

Twenty minutes later Rachel was in her kitchen half a slice of cold pizza hanging out of her mouth, riffling through the fridge for something sweet. Thoughts of how she needed to go to the grocery store ran through her head as she noted the things missing from her fridge at this moment, most notably some soda to wash this pizza down with. Rachel would not been seeing the other side of 200 ever again.