This choice: Big Beginnings: Actually, Cheyenne never lost weight—but she's trying to now... • Go Back...Chapter #4I Like You Better with a Big Beginning by: Bobo the Hobo Friendship isn’t a big thing—it’s a million and a half little ones that, with proper care, can last a lifetime.
But when all is said and done, what lasts a lifetime without change? Just as the ocean's tides ebb and flow with the moon, so too should our ability to maintain the things that are precious to us even during times of great upheaval. When a person isn't growing, challenging themselves, they are stagnant at best and at the very worst receding.
Sometimes, the lack of change can cause stagnation. Stagnation causes boredom. And boredom causes a desire to change.
In Cheyenne Harlow's case, boredom is the least of those many factors keeping her stuck in a life-long rut...
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“Have you seriously not moved since we left this morning?”
Cheyenne looked away from the large television hanging on their apartment wall as her roommates returned from a long day at work. Avery waddled belly-first inside of their renovated Mill loft while Brooke brought up the rear carrying the lion's share of groceries. Two heaving hillsides of heavy framing plodded leisurely in file as Avery tossed her keys into the little bowl that kept them. Her large stomach had cleared the kitchen island bar before she propped herself against it with one chunky elbow.
"What happened to going to the gym?" she asked with a little exhale, "I thought you were gonna finally start using that Black Club card you bought last Christmas."
"I thought she got it this Christmas?" Brooke asked as she opened the fridge door, "Wait, you still haven't used that membership I got you yet?"
"N-No, I... definitely have." Cheyenne lied through her awkward smile as she paused an episode of Lower Decks, "I just, uh... got called into work. I'm only just now getting home."
"You are so lazy." Avery belly-laughed as she pushed off of the island and began waddling towards the couch, "I don't know why you think you need to lose weight; there's nothing wrong with being a big girl."
Cheyenne clutched at her fluffy stomach flab uncertainly as it billowed out in front of her, encompassing her entire lap. Her lightly browned blubber literally filled her t-shirt to its brim, and a solid inch of gut rolled out from underneath it whenever she sat down. Avery might not have seen anything wrong with being "a big girl"—honestly, Cheyenne didn't either.
But being the biggest girl out of her group of friends? Weighing a solid hundred pounds more than Avery, even on an empty stomach? Being a stone's throw away from weighing four hundred pounds?
Cheyenne had seen plenty of things wrong with that. And she had for a while now. Cheyenne had been fat for pretty much half her life at this point, but she'd never been so big that she couldn't take the stairs when the elevator broke. Or so heavy that none of her friends' clothes fit her. This past year, she'd been ballooning out of control—and she was supposed to have dropped at least fifty pounds by now, according to her Motivation Board.
"Avery, come on, don't be mean." Brooke returned less a few groceries and one aching back as she heaved her hooters and heavy upper half up to grab some more, "Uuf... Although, I have been paying for that thing for like six months now..."
Oh shit, it was June? Make that sixty pounds...
"I keep asking you guys to go with me!" Cheyenne whined, "We do pretty much everything together anyway—how am I supposed to get the motivation to exercise when my best friends won't come and support me?"
"Easy, because I'm curvy and I like it." Avery gave a saucy little slap to her own chunky rear, "Oh lighten up, honey. I'm only joking."
"You want a beer, Cheye?" Brooke's voice was husky and labored after another trip down into the fridge, "I'll get you one when I'm done... doing all the work apparently..."
Cheyenne frowned. It was always like this! Any time she wanted to do something for herself, Avery and Brooke were total bitches about it. Cheyenne totally understood not wanting to go to the gym (more than she would have liked to admit!) but why did they have to just dismiss her like that? They were her friends! She couldn't do this by herself...
"No thanks." Cheyenne's round face was hot with embarrassment, "It's too high in calories..."
"Cheye, you've got a Mountain Dew literally right there." Avery snorted, "Come on, have a beer. Me and Brooke were gonna order subs—you want in?"
The vast apron of Cheyenne's caramel-colored belly blubber gurgled at that. Her eating habits had been absolutely abysmal lately; the revelation that she was growing closer and closer to four hundred pounds was enough to (counterintuitively) propel her towards stuffing her face with even more junk than before. Just the night before she had been double-fisting chalupas while she parked her giant ass on the couch watching movies with her friends. And that was after pizza.
She was never going to lose any weight living like this...
"Well then maybe I just want to get out and do stuff." Cheyenne grumbled petulantly as she began to wriggle and heave herself off the couch, "By myself, apparently..."
"Cheye..."
"Oh come on, don't be a bitch—"
Cheyenne standing was easily enough to make anyone do a double take. Even her roommates, who saw that big ass jut out behind her every day, could still get a little surprised from seeing it these days. Cheyenne's ever-increasing weight problem had meant that her shelf of a seat was bigger and wider than ever, sticking out a full foot behind her. Much to her chagrin when Avery would put drink cups on it when she least suspected it.
'Cheye, goddammit stop being a baby."
"I'm not being a baby, I'm just gonna go use my membership."
"Dressed in flop clothes?"
"...yeah." Cheyenne harrumphed as she began to lumber towards the door, "It's not like I have to worry about them getting gross."
"Fine, suit yourself." Avery shrugged her shoulders, "We're just gonna order subs and sit in and enjoy our nights. Hope that's fine with you."
It wasn't. Cheyenne really didn't want to leave. She really wanted to sit in with her friends and eat subs. Then maybe order pizza. Or Taco Bell. Food always made her feel better when she was upset. And with her face hot and her eyes watery, it was all Cheyenne could do to just give in and plop her big ass back down on the well-worn couch.
"It's fine by me."
Cheyenne Harlow slammed the door more aggressively than she'd intended, with the impact cushioned only by the great swell of her girthy ass. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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