This choice: Krista's Colossal Catastrophe? • Go Back...Chapter #5Krista's Colossal Catastrophe by: Frenchfrye2   The end of another long day at work. You close your humble front door behind you. As you put your coat on the rack, you notice that your dog, a clumsy Great Dane, is sitting at the bottom of the steps. You listen closely, the shower is running upstairs, your wife must be in it. She was probably getting the last few whiffs of a dozen cats and dogs off her.
"Hey Bongo. Long day for you too?" The dog panted, scratched at his neck, his foot bouncing off the cone around his head.
"Relax bud, Krissy will take that off soon. Its your last day in the cone." One of the best parts of being married to a skilled Vet... knowing the schedule. As Bongo scratched away, you grab a bottle of water from the nearby fridge and settle in at the kitchen table. Looking things over, you spot the mail on the far side. Reaching for it, you see that on top is a torn envelope.
"Lincoln High School, well there`s a blast from the past." You softly say looking at the nice font. You spread the envelope open, finding a folded piece of paper inside. Upon further inspection, you see its an invitation to your upcoming reunion.
"Dang... ten years all ready?" You say to yourself sipping the water. Bongo comes in and starts rubbing his head against your hanging left hand. Feeling reminiscent, you get up with a gentle rub of the dog`s head and walk over into the adjacent living room. There, you scan the bookshelf for your old yearbook. Finding it, you pull it out and start looking through. Taking a seat on your nearby recliner, Bongo takes a seat on his bed next to it. You were always his favorite.
"You want to look through my photos?" You say with a smirk. Bending the book over, you show Bongo an old picture of yourself and your AV club buddies.
"Now I know it wasn`t obvious, but I was kind of a big nerd. Both literally and figuratively." You say with a shake of your round belly. Bongo looked on with curiosity.
"This will be much more interesting. Here`s what Krista was up to in High School." As the words leave your mouth, you flip through and find an excellent photo of your wife. There, forever captured in photo, was your athletic and stunning wife at 17. Lined up alongside all her teammates on the soccer team. Memories flooded in as you looked over the image. Memories of both your wife and her friends.
"See her Bongo? The Asian girl? That`s Abby Liang. Believe it or not. I dated her before Krista." Your finger immediately traced to an attractive young woman with dark side buns. Her sultry narrow brown eyes stared out with a life of their own.
"And this... was Krista`s best friend, Val." You say pointing to a cute Redhead with freckles. She stood proudly by your wife, giving a cute peace sign symbol.
"Oh. That`s Veronica. She made Krista`s life a nightmare sometimes. For whatever reason, they never got along." You say this pointing to a tall blonde girl in the back, even in this photo, there was an air of distain. Bongo`s head tilted, as though he failed to understand.
"Yeah bud, that`s Krista." You say pointing to the figure in the photo. Bent over a soccer ball was a curvy young girl with strong looking thighs and toned arms. Her dark brown, nearly black, hair was tied in an attractive high ponytail. She had large round eyes, brown in color, with a cute dainty nose in-between. After Abby, and then Krista, you realized you had a thing for brown eyes.
"That`s what she was like. At least before her knees blew out." Now a bad memory emerged. That of Krista running along the field, before sliding to the ground and screaming in pain. Hours later, an ambulance got her and the rest of the game was up to Veronica, who made the winning pass. You recall visiting Krista in the hospital and telling her. She was glad the team won, but wished Veronica would shut up about it. The days after were a little tougher. Krista could thankfully walk, even run. But long strenuous exercise was out of the question. Krista must have bounced through all sorts of possible majors after that. But with a little help from her nerdy friend, you, she figured out a new purpose in life. Caring for ailing and injured animals. Now all these years later, here she was, a brilliant Veterinarian with a highly successful clinic. You couldn't be prouder.
As you and Bongo read through more of the yearbook, you heard the shower turn off upstairs. After some soft thuds, you head someone descending the staircase.
"Honey? Is that you?" A feminine voice asked.
"Yeah dear. I'm home." You say as she comes into view in the doorway. Having that picture on your lap really let you compare who your wife was and who she had turned into over the last decade. The first major difference you noted was her haircut. Gone was the long flowing ponytail of yesteryear. Now your wife wore her thick hair in a neatly trimmed pixie cut with heavy right swept bangs. Not a trace of grey could be seen as it was still full and luscious after all these years. Not a trace of gray. Looking your wife over you noticed the other major difference.... her size.
To put it bluntly... Krista was huge now. You weren't entirely sure when it started. It probably started in college when she started studying over running the field. And she just kept growing since. You just never noticed till a few years down. Where her gain was most noticeable, was her lower body. As if to parody her prime, Krista now had enormous thunder thighs that quaked and stretched even the largest scrubs she found. Bouncing behind her below an overstuffed white bathrobe, was a dump truck of a rear, swaying with each step. Another part of her swaying was her wide matronly hips, which last measured were nearly 3 and a half feet across. Below her thighs, thick calves supported her, likely with what very little strength remained from those days. Your wife`s feet were fat as her toes looked like chubby digits in her flip flops, not that she`d see them. Regardless, she was certainly a pear.
"How was work?" Krista asks as she rubs your shoulders. Out of the corner of your eye, you sat transfixed as the biceps that once saved the basketball team from defeat now jiggled and bounced as wildly as water-balloons. Her biceps now hung over her elbows, giving them an overstuffed look. Below her thick forearms dug in, releasing your tension. Chubby fingers, one with a gold ring, gripped your chest as she kissed your cheek. Behind you, you feel her soft belly squish over the back of your chair. Despite her weight, it was still smooth, not folding over itself. Just a bulging drooping beachball. Her chest had barely expanded, but they certainly had a good heft. Easily double D, they bounced beneath the robe.
As she finished greeting you, you turned to see her plump lips smiling within round bulging cheeks; with that slight, cute overbite she has. For the first time in years, you notice her double chin lining her face. Then you look up into her large brown eyes... and fall in love all over again.
"Good. I see our invitation arrived in the mail." You say, holding up the yearbook.
"Oh? That? I don't know hon. I`m not sure I want to go. You know? I really want to... I just... should we?" Your wife stands before you now with her hands on her giant hips. A weak smile on her thick face. You take in how soft and wide she's become. What did the scale read last time? 330? 340?
"Krista... come on. It`ll be fun. At the very least you want to catch up with Val?"
"Baby. Its a drive all the way to Brackenridge." Krista says briefly making excuses.
"It`s okay. I`ll make arrangements." You watch as Krista bites her lower lip, her tell for when she's nervous. You`ve never told her. Why betray that advantage?
"Is something bugging you? I figured you'd want to go. Show off your awesome career." Sure. Your wife outweighs you by at least 20 or 30 pounds, but you support her. No matter what.
"Its just... I've changed... a lot." Your wife says rubbing the palm of her hand against her giant derriere. You cant help but admire the display. All things considered, you thought Krista looked pretty good with the extra pounds. But how do you tell her that?
"Look.... everyone changes after high school. I`ll bet they all have something embarrassing too. At least think about that." You shrug your shoulders. She smiles.
"Fine. But only because I know you want to see Abby." Krista said as she turned toward the kitchen. You watch her large caboose bounce behind her.
"Yeah right. Like I`m looking away from you." You mutter under your breath. Krista comes back with a plate of cheese and crackers. She plops on the couch and munches away.
"Over here Bongo." She said happily as she munched. Bongo dutifully came over and your wife got to work freeing him from his cone.
"Why so light?" You ask, observing her meager meal.
"I want to reduce my "changes" a bit." She says finishing. You sit there thinking. After all these years.. now she diets? This reunion must have her all screwed up. Hopefully, she`d get past her jitters. Besides... what could go wrong?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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