Tara could have lived her whole life without knowing that her mama had a membership to Planet Fitness.
Like, it just wasn't something that she really thought about, you know? Whatever her mama did Mondays and Wednesdays and Saturdays was on her time. Most of the time, Tara just slept through the hours where she was gone anyway. But since Mrs. West had offered her daughter a chance at using her Black Card membership, the least that she could do was take her up on the offer—especially since she felt like all that she did these days was lay around eating.
Tara hadn't come with a lot in her bag. In fact, Tara hadn't come through the door knowing much of what to actually do at a gym. She'd never really... you know... worked out before. Before she'd moved home, her weight had never really bothered her. But that extra softness that clung to her waist had been enough to get her to take the hardest steps forward; that being, into the double doors of the purple-painted palace of perspiration.
"Welcome to Planet Fitness!" The obviously bored attendant said with a vague gesture to the scanner located on the other side of the surprisingly deep counter, "You can check in at the end there if you have your card or the Planet Fitness app."
Tara had the app version. It was just easier. Plus, it answered what that worn little piece of plastic that dangled from her mama's key ring was. The barcode still worked though, and Tara uneasily scanned her way through.
"Do you guys have, like, a changing area, orrrr...?"
"The women's locker rooms are located along the back wall, just keep going down this hallway and you'll see it."
The smell of sweat and... ugh, Spartanburg was heavy in the air as bored old women and paunchy fair-weather attendees walked idly on the treadmills. A large, very large, man in clear violation of the Lunk Alarm was huffing and puffing his way through the freeweights. And then there was Tara, just trying to, you know, make her way to the locker rooms without dying of shame.
It couldn't hurt to get a little exercise in...
The bottle blonde winced as she felt the tightness of her top press against a middle that was far softer than she would have liked it to be.
Gotta work off mama's big meals somehow...
The sound of her leggings rubbing together as her thickened thighs brushed against one another was far more potent of a motivator than she would have thought.
If nothing else, it's something to keep me occupied until I get a job.
Tara West exited the women's changing room dressed in lycra leggings and a loose half-tee, her hair done up in a sloppy bun as she faced the most tumultuous, strenuous development that she'd faced since coming home:
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