Game Changer (WG)

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Game Changer (WG)

Postby kowlooner » Fri Aug 15, 2014 8:56 am

Chapter 1

It was another warm, southern summer day by the pool. Numerous young twenty somethings were soaking in the rays on a picture perfect afternoon. For anyone living in this apartment complex, it was the place to spend your time. It was the place to be seen. Save for a few families, the tenant demographic definitely trended toward young professionals, many of which were fresh out of college. The swimming pool resembled more of a spring break meat market than a residence.

“Man, I can’t get over how fat Jessica Simpson is getting,” uttered a pretty young brunette, flipping through the pages of the most recent US Weekly.

“Well, didn’t she just have a baby?” replied a concerned, bottom heavy blond.

“Still, she looks awful. I hope I never get fat like that,” replied the brunette.

Lexi could never imagine getting fat. She had been the same size for most of her adult life. While she was once a victim of the dreaded freshman 15, however, she managed to peel that off with some sensible dieting and exercise.

“You’ve never gained a pound in your life.”

Sarah was Lexi’s best friend. She had just moved into town and planned on staying with Lexi for awhile until she was able to find her own place. Lexi was excited at the prospect of the two reuniting, and welcomed Sarah’s companionship with open arms.

“I did in college, and you know it. I was chubby!”

Sarah didn’t say anything. She looked down at her own thighs, spreading lazily across the lounge chair. Sarah managed to avoid gaining weight while in college. However, life after college was a much different scenario. A few office jobs and a couple of bad breakups provided the fuel for her to pack 45 pounds onto her 5’7” frame.

“Will you stop it!” shouted Sarah. While she considered Lexi a sister, her obsession over her figure was bothersome. When Sarah was thinner, she hardly ever noticed it. However, now that Sarah weighed over 170 pounds, it was downright annoying. Each word out of Lexi’s mouth, whether about a celebrity or a former friend that had blown up, only served to remind her of the consequences of her own gluttony, laziness, and affinity for drinking red wine.

“Kate Upton looks like a squishy brick. I don’t get the obsession over her. She is going to pork out majorly down the road,” said Lexi, continuing to flip through the magazine and pass judgement on the high resolution photos.

Sarah feigned a chuckle and took a sip from her Diet Coke. It was the first soda that she had enjoyed in days since moving in with her friend. Sugary treats were frowned upon in a household filled with fruits, vegetables, and all things deemed healthy.

“She’s not that bad, Lex.”

“I don’t know, she’s getting pretty chunky. I would just DIE if I woke up one day and I looked like that. I mean seriously, how hard is it to go jogging and not eat shit?”
Sarah took another sip of her diet soda. In Sarah’s world, exercise and eating well were two traits that were not welcomed.

“I could never let myself go like that,” said the brunette. “It makes me want to go for a run right now!”

“Oh stop, you’re making ME feel fat now.”

“Sarah, you’re not fat!”

Lexi knew she was telling a lie. She remembered getting a text from Sarah leading up to her moving into town. Sarah told her not to be shocked at how fat she had gotten. Try as Lexi did, she WAS shocked at how fat her friend had gotten.

“You just need to lose a few pounds to be happy!”

Sarah frowned. Her friend was right, albeit a bit blunt in her musings.

“Alright, I need to take a dip. It’s too hot!”

Sarah looked on at her best friend’s figure with a pang of envy. Lexi was wearing a white sundress that was nearly scandalously short. It highlighted her best asset, her tanned and toned legs, while hugging each slim curve tightly. Some of the men around the apartment complex had nicknamed her “the small wonder.”

“Make sure you put some sunscreen on too, Sarah. The sun down her is hot.”

Sarah felt another pang of envy. She was considerably more pale than her tanned and taut friend. Lexi had some Portuguese in her blood line, giving her a robust olive skinned complexion after only a single afternoon of tanning.

“That dude is checking you out, Lexi.”

It wasn’t just one male admirer, but an entire row of them that were looking in her direction. Lexi stripped out of her dress, revealing a jet black string bikini underneath. Standing 5’2”, Lexi would be classified as short. However, the muscle tone in her legs only served to add length to them, making her look taller than she actually was. Her stomach was perfectly flat, almost concave. Her breasts were modest, yet proportional to her figure, a healthy B cup by any estimation. She was a dedicated practitioner of yoga, jogging, and healthy eating. Her 110 pound figure was a labor of love, and a love she enjoyed laboring for.

“No he’s not,” said Lexi coyly, lying straight through her teeth. She knew all eyes were on her at the moment. And she enjoyed the attention. This only frustrated Sarah even further, as she peered down again at her sausage thighs.

Effortlessly and gracefully, Lexi dove into the pool. Gliding across with minimal effort, exiting the pool like a swimsuit model on the other side. It was back to tanning for the brunette before her run later that day.

Sarah sighed, “why is she in such awesome shape and I’m not?”

Later that evening, Lexi found herself in a familiar situation - pounding the pavement in her lycra shorts, sports bra, and running shoes. She cut up a trail, traipsing into unfamiliar territory, all in an effort to push her run and punish her body.

A quarter mile down the trail, Lexi heard a pop, then she tumbled to the ground. She howled in pain.

Traveling up the poorly lit trail had proven ill-advised. She tripped on an exposed tree root, torquing her ankle, and sending her tumbling to the ground. The pain was overwhelming. Right away, she realized that some serious damage had been done.

Once the initial shock of the pain wore off, Lexi stood up, but collapsed again after putting weight on her foot. At the very least, this was a nasty sprain. Thankfully, she had carried her cell phone in an arm band she wore around her bicep. Lexi called Sarah to come pick her up.
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby kowlooner » Fri Aug 15, 2014 8:58 am

Chapter 2:

“Stop trying to do everything!!! The doctor told you to stay off your foot for the next three weeks at an absolute minimum. What the hell am I here for, if not to be your friend?” said Sarah, scolding Lexi and at the same time, reminder her of the professional orders for her to limit her mobility. “It’s only been three days! You need to rest and recuperate.”

Lexi fired back, “oh come on!!!! I have to be able to do something for myself. This is fucking ridiculous.” Lexi was indignant, irritated, and rather difficult to deal with.

Sarah had only been taking care of her best friend for three days and already, the beautiful half-Portuguese princess was frustrated beyond reproach. Lexi was someone all too accustomed to having things in her life go her way. Whether it was in her given profession, relationships, or love of physical activity, Lexi was used to being in control. Unfortunately for her, that damned ankle put her in a position where she was solely reliant on someone else. Thankfully, that advocate was her best friend, Sarah.

“Look… I get it…”

Lexi cut Sarah off, “no.. no you really don’t.”

Sarah was a bit miffed by the response. What exactly did she mean by that?

“What do you mean I don’t know?”

“You just don’t know what it’s like to not be able to do the things you love, never mind take care of yourself.”

Sarah was further puzzled. She took care of herself every day.

“I still don’t know what you mean.”

“You know… I love running and exercising. And now I can’t even make it to the fucking refrigerator to make a salad for lunch.”

Sarah shook her head. Many of the ingredients for Lexi’s salads were already going bad. Someone needed to make a grocery store trek soon. That responsibility, along with a whole host of others, would fall upon Sarah.

“I can take care of myself, and you Lexi,” replied Sarah. Being unable to exercise was not the end of the world.

Lexi looked down at her air cast and frowned. It was going to be a long couple of weeks.

“I just wish this didn’t hurt like crazy,” said Lexi. The acute throbbing in her foot had not yet subsided.

“Why don’t you just take the Vicodin that was prescribed to you then?”

“Because I’m afraid of how it will make me feel. I never like to put any type of crap like that into my body.”

Sarah shook her head. Lexi was in obvious pain, yet still refused to do anything to alleviate it. Though, Sarah did admire Lexi’s strong resolve and will.

“Fine. Look, I’m going to head to the grocery store. I’ll be back shortly,” replied Sarah.

And with that, Sarah left the apartment. Lexi took this opportunity to get up and clean the apartment. She spent the better part of the next two hours cleaning while her friend ran errands across town. Of course, this violated the directives laid out by her physician. By the time Sarah returned, she found Lexi writhing in pain on the couch.

“You look miserable, Lexi… and the apartment is clean. What the hell did you do while I was gone?”

Lexi said nothing. She knew a scolding was about to follow.

“And your crutches haven’t moved either. Lexi!!! You can’t walk around on your foot like that. You’re only going to make things worse.”

Again, Lexi had no reply. She knew Sarah was right. Her efforts to clean the apartment only left her more hobbled. Her lower leg was in no condition to support her lithe, 110 pound frame. And now she was paying the price for her indiscretion.

“I’m just so bored! I can’t even get over how terrible television is to watch. There is a reason I don’t watch any of this garbage, even when I’m working from home,” said Lexi, adjusting her positioning on the couch.

“You’re going to end up stuck on that couch if you keep this up, and that’s a guarantee,” warned Sarah. “In the meantime, I need to put these groceries away.”

Sarah walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. Frozen pizzas, frozen french fries, Oreos, and three different varieties of cheese were among the items that Sarah had purchased, including a large jug of red wine. Items such as these, with minimal nutritional value, had never before been seen in Lexi’s cabinets and refrigerator. However, with Sarah’s arrival, they were about to make their culinary debut.

“Do you want me to make you something,” shouted Sarah from the kitchen.

“Yes, a salad would be great!”

Sarah froze up. She realized that she had forgotten to pick up the produce that Lexi requests.

“How about a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup instead?”

Lexi had to admit, that didn’t sound too bad.

“No thank you,” replied the hobbled brunette.

Sarah came back out from the kitchen and looked at her friend. Lexi was clearly in pain.

“I’m making you take one of these pain killers. Then, I’ll scrounge up something for dinner.”

“Fine,” Lexi said, giving in. One Vicodin couldn’t hurt, right? And besides, the throbbing in her foot was as annoying to her as it was painful.

Sarah went to the bathroom cupboard and returned with a pill and a glass of water. Lexi swallowed the pill and grimaced.

“That’s better. In the meantime, I am going to finish putting everything away and get some laundry going.”

At first, Lexi didn’t feel anything. Perhaps the painkillers were only an expensive placebo?

Forty-five minutes later, that all changed.

The pain in Lexi’s ankle subsided. She also felt a feeling which she could only describe as a light buzz. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, Lexi thought, as she slowly zoned out to another mid afternoon rerun of Real Housewives of Orange County.

Sarah finished her chores and began cooking dinner. She made three grilled cheese sandwiches, a can of tomato soup, and also placed some frozen french fries into the oven.

“Lexi, wake up. I made you something to eat,” said Sarah softly, placing a plate of food in front of her friend.

“Oh thanks,” said Lexi in a haze. She eyed up the food. Her mind told her not to eat it, however, the pangs of hunger in her stomach suggested otherwise.

“Thank you, Sarah.”

While this wasn’t her first choice, she was in no place to complain. It was a nice gesture by her best friend. Besides, one greasy meal wasn’t going to hurt, right?

“You’re welcome, now clean your plate.”

Lexi began to eat. She was far more hungry than she originally thought. Within ten minutes, she had finished the sandwiches, french fries, and tomato soup combination.

“I hope that was worthy of your tastebuds, princess Lexi!”

“It was, thank you,” said Lexi with an undertone of guilt in her voice. She had just ingested over 1400 calories in one sitting. However, she was a bit too high from her medication to really care. Tomorrow, she would fix her own meals.

“I just can’t keep eating like this or I’ll get fat!” Lexi joked.

Sarah, however, did not find it funny.
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby kowlooner » Fri Aug 15, 2014 1:29 pm

Chapter 3:

Entertainment Tonight was on the television, with the major lead in story revolving around Kim Kardashian complaining about her recent weight gain. Sarah was in the kitchen, preparing a plate of crackers and cheese to pair up with the red wine they were about to drink. Well, the red wine she was about to drink. Lexi had already ingested three glasses in the past hour and a half.

“Can you believe how big Kim Kardashian is getting? I mean, seriously… She’s pretty and all, but I don’t see the appeal,” shouted Lexi, clad in her sweats, from the living room.

It had been a week and a half since Lexi injured her ankle.

“Hey, can you get me another glass of wine too while you’re out,” shouted Lexi again.

Sarah was recognizing a trend that had begun recently. Lexi was ordering her around more and more. While Sarah didn’t want her friend to aggravate her injury, she also didn’t want to become her servant either. Sometimes, Lexi’s tone really grated on Sarah.

“Yeah, sure thing,” replied Sarah as she reemerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of cheese and crackers.

“Sarah, you are the best hostess ever,” said Lexi sweetly, looking anxiously at the plate of cheese laid out in front of her.


Sarah smiled. Perhaps Lexi’s demeanor wasn’t all that bad.

“But don’t forget to get my wine.”

Sarah grabbed Lexi’s wine glass and refilled it. She walked back into the kitchen to find her friend stuffing her face greedily with cheese slices.

“This is such great cheese, I love it.”

Sarah nodded in agreement as she handed Lexi her wine glass. Lexi’s drinking had increased significantly over the past few days, as having a few glasses during the tabloid block of television had become a routine since getting injured.

Despite her overall disgust with cable television, Lexi was finding it a more welcomed companion as she healed on the couch. She had fallen asleep the past three afternoons to Family Feud while lazing about in a pain free, Vicodin induced coma. Sarah usually reserved this time to continue applying for jobs and search for an apartment of her own. She even managed to sneak in a few afternoon strolls as a means to get some fresh air and explore the area around here.

Lexi took a big gulp of her wine. “Seriously though, how can Kim just let herself go like that? She’s rich and famous. Isn’t her job to look good?”

A feeling of irritation swept over Sarah. “Well, it happens. So she packed on a couple of pounds? Big deal.”

“I know, but seriously. How hard is it not get fat?” Lexi immediately regretted the question as soon as she posed it.

“I got fat.”

There was suddenly an awkward silence in the room.

Lexi took another swig of wine and grabbed another piece of cheese.

“But you know, you’re right, she does look good,” said Lexi, with a mouth full of dairy.

“No, seriously though. I got fat. I used to weigh 130 pounds, Lexi. And I’ve completely let myself go. Maybe it’s not as easy as you think?”

“Sarah… you’re not fat.”

“I weigh almost 180 pounds.”

Lexi tried to summon the courage for another lie.

“No way, Sarah. You look great and you know it! You have curves, girl.”

“And rolls, Lexi. Look, we all can’t look as good as you do in a sundress. It’s just a fact of life.”

Lexi grabbed another piece of cheese.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be, Sarah! If you want, I can take you running once I heal up. And that’ll be soon!”

“So you’re saying I need to workout?”

Lexi again tried to summon the courage for another lie. She was half drunk and had taken a pain killer a few hours earlier. The normally articulate young woman struggled to find cogency necessary to work her way out of this trap she had created. The truth was that, deep down, she did think Sarah was fat. It didn’t change how she felt about her friend. If anything, it made her feel sympathetic.

“I… just… I just think exercise can benefit everyone! That’s all. I’ve been going crazy on this couch since I got hurt.”

Lexi was half right. The first four or five days were hellacious, as she was going stir crazy from not being able to move around well. However, since she started taking her prescribed medication, things had gotten better. She was far more comfortable with doing nothing. In fact, Lexi was starting to get used to having Sarah take care of her.

“Well, lets slow down there Usain Bolt. The doctor said three weeks at a minimum! Then they’ll take a look and see what needs to happen next,” said Sarah, like a parent keeping an overly enthusiastic child in check.

“Well, I can’t be laid up for too much longer. I need to get back to running. I have that 5K coming up next month and I want to PR that race.”

Lexi ate another piece of cheese.

“You’re not going to be running that race if you push yourself too quickly, that’s for sure!”

“We will see about that, Sarah!”

The two friends went on watching the rest of the show, switching the subject from weight gain to something more stimulating, like which celebrities were dating who. Two hours later, the two were watching a DVR’d episode of The Big Bang Theory.

“I need to stop drinking this wine,” slurred Lexi. “I feel so bloated and kind of drunk.”

The intoxicated brunette slouched back in the couch.

“I am going to go make a snack, you want something?”

“Noooo… I’m going to get fat if I keep this up. Don’t forget tomorrow to pick up some more romaine, kale, and some veggies,” replied the drunken Lexi.

There is was again, more orders. Sarah stood up silently and made her way into the kitchen.

“She needs to stop harping on this weight thing,” Sarah muttered under her breath. “She’s never going to get fat anyways.”

Sarah reached into the refrigerator and saw a block of mozzarella cheese she had purchased.

“Or could she?” Sarah said out loud.

“What was that!?” Lexi shouted from the other room.

“Nothing, just talking to myself.” Sarah grabbed a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and some breadcrumbs from the cupboard.

“What if she did?” Sarah thought to herself.

Sarah tried to put the thought out of her mind. What would a fat Lexi look like? What would she act like? The thought of Lexi gaining 10, no 20, no 40 pounds was intriguing to her. Watching her outgrow her fashionable wardrobe was almost arousing to her. A chunky, out of shape Lexi sporting a sizable paunch, relegated to sweatpants waddling around the house was a fun thought? But no, her friend would be so unhappy then. Why was she even thinking this?

Sarah began beating the eggs in preparation for pan frying mozzarella sticks. Lexi’s favorite, and a contributing factor to her freshman 15.

If she did gain weight, where would it go? Could you imagine her with fat, sausage like thighs? Would she grow a belly? How big would it get? Could it be considered a pot belly? What about her ass? So tight and firm. What if she ended up with a bubble butt, or worse yet, a shelf? Man, she could totally turn into a “People of WalMart” candidate. Overweight, bad skin, and short hair? Hopefully none of the weight would find it’s way to her chest.

“Is there any wine left?” shouted Lexi.

Sarah stopped what she was doing, confused and yet excited about the fantasy of a fat Lexi. She shook her head, willing those thoughts out of her head.

“No, we’re all out! You can have one of my IPAs if you’d like.”

“No thank you! Beer makes you bloated.”

“I would love to see you get bloated,” Sarah muttered again, under her breath.

Fifteen minutes later, Sarah came into the living room with a six homemade mozzarella sticks.

“Want some?”

“No thank you. Those do smell good though. Reminds me of the college days,” replied Lexi, gazing directly at the cheesy treats.

“Fine then, suit yourself,” said Sarah, taking a bite.

“Besides, I’ve had enough cheese lately. Back to my diet tomorrow.”

Sarah smiled and sat silently.

A few minutes later, Sarah’s phone rang. It was her mother. She left the room to take the call. It had been awhile since the two had an opportunity to speak with each other, so it was nice to catch up with a loved one.

Twenty-five minutes later, Sarah reemerged into the living room. Lexi was asleep on the couch.

All that remained of the mozzarella sticks were crumbs.
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby Moddie » Fri Aug 15, 2014 5:03 pm

I love the setup for the story here. Sarah is fed up with her friend's attitude, and Lexi is prime for a lesson. I could see her gaining weight and struggling to take it off as Sarah tells her "I told you so". Beyond just a revenge tale though, I hope you keep the human aspect, in that, Sarah could feel guilty and fight the urge to sabotage her friend. I really like how you bring a little darkness into the character with the whole "People of WalMart". Excellent start!
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby Matt L. » Sat Aug 16, 2014 6:07 am

Thoroughly entertaining, nice premise with witty dialogue.
I'm hooked!
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby kowlooner » Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:43 am

Thanks guys! Going to do my best to put out a great story. Your praises will certainly motivate me to continue writing.
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby kowlooner » Sat Aug 16, 2014 1:08 pm

Chapter 4

“What time is your appointment today, Lex?” yelled Sarah from her bedroom. She frowned as she looked at her 172 pound figure. At least that’s what the scale said this morning. Sarah’s figure was that of an exaggerated pear. The one silver lining about putting on so much weight is that she was nearly a D cup now, which pleased her immensely. They even remained fairly perky. However, that joy was offset by the label inside most of her jeans, which either read 12 or 14.

“Right after lunch!” replied Lexi. Lexi was excited for her follow up appointment today, as she was finally going to get out of the walking boot and begin to move around again. It had been three weeks since her injury, and other than her ill-fated attempt at cleaning the house, she had been following the orders of her doctor. She was staying of her injured ankle, keeping it elevated, and getting plenty of rest.

Deep down, Lexi was a bit frightened at how easily she adapted to being more sedentary. Lexi really hadn’t been out much, save for a few trips to get out of the house to break up any cabin fever. She was a free lance programmer, so she was able to do almost all of her work from the house. Though, in her recent bout of relaxation, she had fallen a bit behind on a few projects. However, her reputation was impeccable, as her clients understood as she mended from her running injury.

Sarah checked out her ass in the mirror. It was big, round, and full. Some men really fancied it. For Sarah, it was a love/hate relationship. The blond had a nice round bum when she was 135 pounds. Now much heavier, Sarah felt it was getting out of control.

“If I sat on my ass for three weeks, I would gain 15 pounds without even trying,” Sarah mumbled to herself as she grabbed her jeans.

Just then, the door opened.

“HEY!!!! Can’t you knock first? I’m in my freaking underwear.”

Lexi knocked open the door with her crutch, seeing her friend clad in a pair of matching white bra and panties. This was the first look Lexi had really had at her friend’s chubby physique. Sarah was careful not be seen in a bikini in front of Lexi. Thankfully, there hadn’t been any trips to the pool. This served a dual purpose. First, it kept Sarah’s bloated form out of the public eye. Secondly, it had faded Lexi’s tan a shade or two paler.

The brunette had to admit, her friend’s weight gain had given her quite a nice chest. However, it came with a price of much fatter upper arms and a cherubic looking face, albeit still a pretty one. Lexi’s eyes were drawn to Sarah’s lower half in particular, which had ballooned out significantly. Her thighs seemed enormous to Lexi, who treasured and valued the fit and firm nature of her own gams. Even though Lexi was a few inches shorter than Sarah, her thin form and beautiful legs served to almost make her seem taller than her friend, even though the laws of physics dictated that was a fallacy.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry! But it’s not like we haven’t seen each other in our underwear before!”

Sarah turned bright red. She wanted her friend to leave the room in order to save her the embarrassment of wiggling into her tight jeans.

“Yeah, when I was a size 6!!! I don’t want you to see me wiggle into my fat pants.”

Lexi felt bad. She had embarrassed her friend. However, Sarah’s retort did foster a morbid curiosity. After all, she had never seen a fat girl try to dance her way into a pair of jeans.

Another pang of guilt resonated through Lexi’s core. She felt bad thinking that. Then again, it wasn’t like her cognition was incorrect. Sarah was fat. Lexi wished that she could get Sarah to follow a better diet.

Lexi subconsciously suppressed the fact that her diet hadn’t been much better, though, she had been mixing in more healthy choices in the past week.

“Okay, I’ll be out in the kitchen waiting,” Lexi said as she shut the door.

A few minutes later, Sarah emerged in a basic t-shirt and jeans. She looked at her friend with envy. Lexi looked so cute in her loose, flowing sundress. Though, she did note that Lexi’s hair was tied up in a ponytail and that her makeup wasn’t quite done up. If she didn’t know her friend so well, she wouldn’t have thought anything of it. However, even a bit paler and less done up, Lexi still looked great.

This was also the first time Lexi hadn’t been wearing sweats since getting injured.

“Can we stop for coffee on the way, Sarah? I’m still tired.”

Coffee had been a recent addition to Lexi’s morning intake. It seemed strange, since she was burning so little energy during the day.

“Of course we can.”

Forty minutes later, Lexi and Sarah were waiting at the physicians’s office. Lexi gave Sarah money for the copay and had her bring the requisite paperwork over to fill out. Soon, a pretty young nurse came in with a wheelchair to bring Lexi into her appointment.

“I dont need that,” said Lexi.

“It’s just a precaution. Besides, we can’t weigh you on the standing scale. So we’ll use the wheel chair instead.”

“I’m 110 pounds, there is no need for that,” said Lexi, defiantly.

“I’m sure you are, but it’s part of the precaution,” replied the nurse.

Lexi felt silly being wheeled in for her check up. The past few weeks had left her feeling helpless and useless at times. This was a strict departure for what she was used to. After all, she was a success alpha female.

A few moments later, they made it to the wheel chair scale. What happened next, Lexi didn’t pay much attention to. However, Sarah did.

The scale read 152.5 pounds.

Sarah new that the nurse would account for the weight of the wheel chair on the scale. It didn’t take a laboratory scientist to know that. However, she wondered as to the actual weight of the wheel chair.

The nurse followed up with some questions and told the pair that the doctor would be visiting them shortly.

The doctor arrived, greeting Lexi, and immediately removing the air cast.

“The swelling is all but gone and you look like you’ve followed everything that I’ve told you. I’m going to clear you to begin walking, but don’t over do it. I still want you to occasional use the crutches. Furthermore, I am going to give you a packet of simple rehabilitation exercise you can do to restore the atrophy in your lower leg and ankle.”

Atrophy? Lexi knew what that word meant. She hadn’t atrophied. That’s too strong of a word.

“When can I start running again?” Asked Lexi.

“Might be a few more weeks. You had a pretty nasty sprain. Start by walking and doing these rehab exercises. I would say you’re 10 to 14 days away from attempting light jogging. You’re going to experience pain intermittently for the next six months to a year. You’re also going to be a bit more prone to ankle rolls than other people. The occasional ibuprofen treatment after exercise is advisable from time to time. As long as you can deal with a little discomfort, you’ll be fine, and will be able to resume all your other activities without an issue.”

“See Lexi, that’s great news!” said Sarah.

“But what about my race?”

Lexi did not hear a silver lining in the doctor’s prognosis.

“You should be fine for that. Just take it slow. You’re not going to be setting any PRs at this one,” replied the doctor. “If anything, I’m quite pleased with your progress! If you have anymore problems, call me. Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll need to see you again.”

Sarah and Lexi both thanked the doctor and made their way out to the receptionist to clear up the final bit of paperwork.

“See, good news!”

“Ehh, I’m going to run that raise come hell or high water, Sarah,” said Lexi. “Enough sitting on my ass, it’s time to get to work.”

“Just listen to the doctor or you’re going to end up right back where you started,” replied Sarah.

Lexi ignored her friend. “Alright, I need to fill out the final paperwork and get my rehab package.”

For the first time in three weeks. Lexi was cleared to walk. It felt as freeing as it did awkward. Her foot was incredible sore and week. The brunette felt like she was dragging a ball and chain around her leg.

Sarah thought about the scale reading again. One of the nurses walked by as Sarah pondered. 

“Excuse me, nurse?”

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“Just curious, but how much does the wheel chair weigh?”

“We subtract 35 pounds off the scale reading for the wheel chair, according to what the factory specification regarding the chair weight states,” replied the nurse, baffled by the bizarre nature of the question.

“Thanks,” said Sarah. She tried to do the mental math in her head. However, she numbers were never her strong suit.

Later that day, the pair were back home in the apartment, pondering some dinner options. Lexi had been up on her feet all day long, much to the chagrin of Sarah, though she wasn’t about to scold her friend. After all, she was an adult.

“You know Sarah, now that I’m back to 100%, maybe you can exercise with me?”

“You’re not back to 100% Lexi,” retorted Sarah, holding back the swell of desire to play mother to her best friend.

“Like 99%… Besides, I feel great,” said Lexi, as she limped to the refrigerator to fill her glass with water. “It feels good to be mobile again. In fact, I think I am going to go for a walk later.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Lexi?”

“It’s just a walk, Sarah.”

An hour later, Lexi emerged from her bedroom wearing the same scandalous lycra shorts and a sports bra. This was the exact outfit she wore the evening she got hurt. Everything looked the same, save for a faded tan.

“I’ll be back!”

Before Sarah could reply, Lexi was out the door. That wasn’t an outfit for someone going walking. That was the outfit of a young woman going for a run, trying to show off her best assets.

“Were those shorts pinching her sides a little?” Sarah thought out loud. Maybe it was just the fact she was a shade or two lighter that was giving the illusion of a very slight, infinitesimal softening around her friend’s waist.

“No, it couldn’t be.”

Lexi pounded the pavement with aggression. While she was beyond thrilled to have snuck out for a run, something didn’t seem right. It wasn’t the fact her ankle throbbed, and that her gait was changed because of it. She simply felt tired, winded, and sluggish in a way that hadn’t been present in her life since her final college hangover. Though she would never admit it, Lexi felt out of shape.

Granted, she was still maintaing a rapid pace for someone three weeks removed from an injury. Lexi even managed to pass a few other familiar faces, much heavier faces, on her run. These were residents of her own apartment complex that would also try to come out and take in a jog. Deep down, Lexi judged these people as she ran by them.

Up ahead, Lexi could see the turn for the trail she had originally gotten hurt on.

“I’m going to show this trail who’s a bad bitch!” Lexi said to herself, getting pumped up for the run.

Three weeks of afternoon naps, imbibing, and guzzling pain killers hadn’t done Lexi’s wind any favors. However, she pushed along down the trail, even making it past the dreaded stump. She felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her as she past it.

“I’m back,” Lexi mumbled to herself again, albeit in a labored fashion.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Sarah sat in front of the television. She decided on a sensible salad for dinner this evening. Entertainment Tonight was on again. Sarah had to admit it was nice to watch it without the running jibes of fat commentary from her best friend. She was again reminded of the weigh in earlier in the day.

“Hmmm…” murmured Sarah, opening up her laptop and Googling “calculator.”

“152.5 minus 35 is…. 117.5 pounds?”

Had her friend gained 7.5 pounds over the past few weeks? Lexi had spent so much time in sweats, and today in a flowing sundress, that any evidence of that alleged weight gain was concealed. Maybe her eyes HAD NOT deceived her when Lexi wore that revealing jogging outfit earlier?

Speaking of Lexi, she had been gone for an awfully long time.

The sun was setting and visibility was poor. Lexi’s loss of conditioning, combined with the atrophy in her lower leg combined to alter her stride and change her form. Had her running form been better, and the sunlight a bit more prevalent, perhaps she would’ve seen that rut in the middle of the trail. Not only had she tumbled, but she managed to fall into a mixture of high grass and weeds by the side of the trail.

Lexi sobbed. She had re-injured her right foot. She reached for her phone and called Sarah, blubbering into her phone as begged her friend to come find her.

Lexi spent that evening on the couch, finishing the two painkillers she had left in the bottle. She had an appointment scheduled in the morning. Sarah refrained from scolding her friend. Instead opting to order a pizza and pick up Love Actually from a local Red Box instead.

The morning came quickly, as Sarah fetched Lexi for her trip to the doctor.

“Look, I’m only going to say this once Lexi. But that was so stupid, it’s unbelievable,” said Sarah.

Lexi immediately fired back, “Sarah, you just don’t get it. Exercise is a way of life for me. That’s why I look and feel great all the time.”

Sarah turned red with anger. “What the hell does that mean?”

Just like she had a few weeks earlier, Lexi knew she had insulted her best friend.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I am an idiot.”

Sarah squelched her anger. There was so much more she wanted to say to her friend but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Now was not the time for a fight.

“Is that a rash on your left leg?”

Lexi looked down at her leg. There was a bit of a rash forming.

“It looks like poison ivy, Lexi.”

Lexi thought back to the night before. Perhaps that brush pile she fell into contained poison ivy, which provides a nasty and itchy rash that lasts for a few days.
Finally, they were at the doctor’s office. She was brought right in for an X-ray and a thorough scolding from her doctor.

“You would’ve been better off breaking your ankle, Lexi. This is pretty bad. You’re looking at a minimum of four to six weeks of recovery. And that’s just so you can walk again. In the meantime, I’m putting you back in the air cast and prescribing bed rest and elevation for the next week. I implore you to listen to me this time.”

Lexi nodded her head like a guilty child.

“Also, I’m writing you a 7 day prescription for prednisone. It’s a steroid used to help counteract the consequences of a poison ivy rash,” replied the doctor. “And I’ll write you another script for two weeks worth the Vicodin, as I know this is painful acute sprain.”

Prednisone. Sarah had gone on that once. She remember it made you absolutely ravenous and nearly impossible to sleep. She had read horror stories of the long term impact of prednisone on one’s waistline. It wasn’t pretty.

One could only be left to wonder how ravenous it might make the 117 pound Lexi?

Once the remaining paperwork was settled, Lexi and Sarah made their way home. Sarah promised Lexi that she would fill her prescriptions at the drugstore so she could go home and begin the mending process.

“Do you know anything about prednisone?”

“Nope,” lied Sarah.

That evening, Lexi had taken her first round of medication.

“Can you make a grilled cheese, Sarah?”

Sarah smiled. “How about two?”
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby kowlooner » Sat Aug 16, 2014 2:21 pm

Chapter 5

Sarah’s interview had gone great. She felt quite confident that she was going to get the job. The blond hurried home to check in on her friend, who had been sound asleep on the couch when she left at 11am. It was now 2pm and Sarah was returning home with an armload of groceries.

“I hope she woke up for her meeting with that client,” Sarah thought to herself. Lexi had bummed some money off of Sarah for a cab ride to the cafe.

A snoring Lexi greeted her on the couch when she returned home. There was an empty bottle of wine, an empty cheese pizza box, and half a sleeve of Oreo cookies left sitting on the coffee table.

Five weeks ago, Lexi would’ve died had her apartment been in this state. However, the blond was blissfully unaware of the slobbery she had committed.

“Lexi, wake up! Your meeting!”

A groggy Lexi awoke. She wiped a swath of grease from the corner of her lip.

“Huh…”

Lexi looked at the clock. “Oh shit!”

It had been two weeks since that last doctor’s visit. Her rash had cleared up as rapidly as her appetite had increased. The prednisone had done it’s job. It had also done a number on her appetite and sleeping patterns.

“Did you get drunk and order pizza?”

Lexi looked frightened. How could she have done this?

Sarah cleaned up the mess and Lexi frantically tried to reschedule with her client. Sarah decided this might not be the best time to share such good news. That could wait for dinner later that evening.

After a wealth of apologies and promises to make up for her slip up, Lexi finally nailed a follow up meeting with the angry client. She made sure to wake up extra early that morning, as Sarah had promised to give her a ride to the meeting.

“Fuck… I look like a mess,” Lexi said, standing in front of her mirror, looking at her face. She was hungover from another wine binge the night before. While her chemically increased appetite had subsided, her desire to drink had not. She was depressed, upset, and angry with herself. Those feeling were secondary to what was going to happen this morning. It was imperative that she maintain her relationship with this major client.

The forecast that day called for unseasonably cooler whether. She reached into her bureau and pulled out a pair of dark jeans. They fit her incredibly well and were always a guaranteed head turner. This seemed like an excellent wardrobe choice when a client of the male persuasion needed to be flattered.

Lexi noticed something dotting the edges of her mouth and chin.

Zits.

She hadn’t had an outbreak since she was 15. That combined with regular face washing, healthy diet, and ProActiv skin care products kept her skin perfect. Now, she was having a teenaged breakout the morning of her big meeting.

Then again, if she had been paying attention, she would’ve noticed these zits forming over a week ago. This just happened to be the first time she was in front of a mirror.

“Gross.”

Lexi dropped her towel and pulled a pair of panties. She winced as they pinched her ever so slightly.

Next came the jeans.

Sarah walked by the door and overheard a struggle. The door was cracked slightly. Was that her best friend, struggling to wiggle into a pair of her favorite jeans?

Sarah had an idea.

She should walk in on her, just like Lexi had done to her a few weeks earlier.

No. She couldn’t do that. It would be rude.

Sarah opted not to walk in on the struggle. She made Lexi some buttery toast on white bread instead.

Five minutes later, a flushed Lexi walked into the kitchen wearing a baggy sundress.

“Isn’t it a little bit cold for that?”

“It’ll get warmer today!” Lexi was lying.

“Hey, do you need some concealer or anything like that?” Sarah noticed how broken out Lexi’s skin was and knew it might be a welcomed addition to her makeup routine this morning.

“Why?”

Lexi felt embarrassed. Sarah too had noticed how broken out she had become. The only difference was Sarah didn’t a mirror to see it, and had been noticing it more regularly recently.

Lexi devoured her breakfast and the two friends made their way out to start their day. Lexi looked longingly out the window at her many neighbors on their morning runs. It would only be a few more weeks before she could join them again.

After stopping for coffee, Lexi made it to her meeting on time. Sarah couldn’t understand why she needed coffee now, as she was meeting this client at a cafe anyways. Nonetheless, she was quite pleased when Lexi ordered her coffee with extra cream and sugar.

The brunette sauntered into the cafe, looking for her business contact. Instead of the man she spoke on the phone with, she saw a beautiful young woman. A fast rising account manager with the company.

For the first time in as long as she could remember, Lexi felt nervous and intimidated.

As Sarah drove to pick up to pick Lexi up from her meeting, she had an idea. More of an experiment, really.

She pulled into Gold’s gym and signed up for a membership.

“Since I start the job soon, I might as well give this a try,” she said to herself in the car.

She made one more stop before picking up Lexi. This was for doughnuts.

“They decided to go with another independent contractor,” said a clearly upset Lexi, delivering the bad news with a monotone candor.

Without even asking, Lexi reached into the box and picked up a chocolate glazed doughnut.

It was almost as if Sarah hadn’t heard a word her friend said. She was fixated and fascinated on how robotically she reached into the box and devoured the doughnut.

“What about getting fatter?” Sarah said, not realizing what came out of her mouth.

“…. they went another another independent contractor… What about getting fatter?” Lexi replied, in a concerned yet stand-offish tone.

“Oh… uhhh… Jesus, Lexi, I’m sorry!” Sarah recovered, though perhaps the cat had been let out of the proverbial bag.

Lexi looked up at the dashboard. She saw the paperwork to the gym sitting their, reflecting against the windshield.

“I don’t think you’re getting fatter, Sarah.”

That’s not what Sarah meant.

“I’m not. I’m actually down 6 pounds,” replied Sarah sternly. Lexi’s retort infuriated her.

“Not if you keep buying doughnuts!” Lexi joked back. However, that only served to exacerbate Sarah’s anger.

“These are good though,” said Lexi, with a mouthful of fattening, gut busting paste.

Immediately, Sarah regretted not walking in on her friend this morning. She thought of another idea.

“This cold snap is going to break tomorrow. Lets make a day of it by the pool with some mimosas. You’re moving around a bit better anyway. Lets break out the bikinis and catch some rays.” 

“I really should try to get some work done tomorrow afternoon,” said Lexi, sheepishly.

“Oh come on, you can do it poolside. Besides, you nap just as easily poolside as you have on the couch.” Sarah’s remarks seemed sarcastic and biting in tone.

“Hey, you’re the one that told me to follow the doctor’s orders!”

The next morning, Sarah woke up early and had her first session at the gym. She was a novice when it came to working out, so she took her time and received plenty instruction from the staff on how to use the equipment. She even managed to sign up for a Zumba class which began at the end of the month. The blond returned home at 10:30, to find Lexi zoned out to Kathie Lee and Hoda on the couch.

“Come on, Lexicakes, lets hit the pool. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Lexi tried to protest, but had no retort. She nodded her head and went back into her bedroom. Sarah followed suit, and the two got ready in their separate sleeping quarters.

Despite having not changed much physically, Sarah felt confident enough by her minimal weight loss to put on a modest, yet revealing polka dot bikini. It fit better 15 pounds earlier, when she had purchased it for a vacation she went on with her boyfriend. It highlighted all of her trouble spots, but at the same time, it did emphasize her rather robust chest.

Lexi came out, and what Sarah saw surprised her.

“That’s not exactly pool fashion, come on, put on that black bikini! Or maybe that stringy yellow one!”

“Oh, those are in the wash,” said Lexi, as she fibbed.

“Are you sure? I’ve been doing all of your laundry lately. I don’t remember seeing those in the wash.”

Lexi was dressed in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt.

“Hmmm… I’ll look later,” feigned Lexi. “I’m out of sunscreen anyways.”

“I have some SPF 50 you can use.” Lexi had never felt the need to shield her skin like that. She turned a beautiful shade of olive in the sun.

“Maybe.” Lexi was beginning to feel downright uncomfortable.

Lexi only spent 45 minutes that day by the pool. The sun was hot, and she felt uncomfortable sweating in the humid weather. Sarah’s plan to see her friend’s changing figure had been foiled by Lexi’s shrinking confidence.

Early that evening, Lexi hobbled into the bathroom. Her mobility was slowly returning and had a scheduled doctor’s visit coming up in the next few weeks. Out of the corner of her eye. She spotted the scale.

Lexi walked over to the scale, placing one toe on it. Debating whether or not to step on it. She knew things had been happening to her lately that seemed imminently out of her control, despite the fact that her poor decision making had been their cause.


Lexi gingerly stepped on the scale, being careful not to place too much weight on her bad leg. She wondered if that would obscure the reading.

She looked down and gulped. Immediately, she regretted the decision to figure out how much the Earth’s gravity was pushing down her mass on the springs of the scale.

The brunette walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Red wine seemed like the only solution to diminish her new discovery.
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby Matt L. » Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:15 pm

Exceptionally well written, fantastic work.
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Re: Game Changer (WG)

Postby kowlooner » Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:15 am

Thank you for the kind words, Matt. You are a prolific story writer and your praise is much appreciated.
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