Chapter 1: Nina Says She's Fat

It was a Saturday morning, not unlike many others, and they had just finished having breakfast, still in what they wore for sleeping. Scott had on a t-shirt and old sweatshorts, and Nina was wearing an old t-shirt of his, and a pair of boxers.

They were slowly finishing their morning coffee, and passing sections of the newspaper back and forth, when Nina suddenly put her mug down and announced, "I'm getting fat, and I need to do something about it."

Scott looked across the table at her, and raised one eyebrow, but knew better than to open his mouth and agree with her. He had learned long ago to duck the 'do these pants make my ass look fat?' question, or to migrate into another room when she started trying on clothes and looking scornfully in the mirror.

After a moment, she said, "It's true. Yesterday, I tried on a dress that I bought a month ago, and I couldn't do up the zipper. According to the scales I think I've put on at least five pounds in the past couple of months."

While not agreeing with her out loud, Scott did have to admit to himself that she seemed to have a little more to love than a year ago. He remembered how she used to exercise a lot, going for long walks and pounding an exercise bicycle to keep her weight in check, and stay trim.

Scott reflected that the results of her exercising had been amazing. Nina was fairly well-endowed up top, being a full C-cup, and she also had great legs, and a remarkable ass—high, round and tight. When she wore high heels, the effect on her calves, thighs and buns had most men watching her walk long after she had gone by.

But, he had to admit, the legs didn't look quite as toned as he liked them, and her rear was definitely larger, and somewhat softer. When they had sex these days, his fingers felt like they were sinking in a little more than they used to. While he wasn't complaining, since he knew better, he still wouldn't mind getting his better-shaped wife back. He'd heard the expression "the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'", but he'd still prefer someone who leaned toward being 'built for speed', since he thought that Nina was a dynamo between the sheets.

His thoughts were interrupted as Nina continued her self-deprecating tirade. She whipped up her t-shirt, and showed him her somewhat loose abdominals (along with her breasts, unintentionally). "Look at this gut. I've got loose flab, and a poochy stomach," she complained while grabbing a fistful of skin. "This is disgusting, don't you agree?"

Whoa—danger ... danger. He could almost hear the alarm bells going off in my head, and he clamped his teeth down to bite off the 'Yes, dear' that nearly escaped without thinking.

"It's not that bad, and besides the view's pretty good from where I'm sitting."

Looking down, she realized that she was showing more than just the flabby stomach, and quickly dropped the hem of her t-shirt. "Men!" she huffed indignantly. "It's true—all men are pigs, including husbands! All you need to do is flash them and their brains stop working!"