Tom woke to the sound of the alarm clock striking his favorite tune. Rising nude but groggily from bed, he made his way to the bathroom and took care of his necessary business. Tom then did his 200 sit ups and 40 push ups while still nude and then donned a pair of lightweight nylon running shorts, some ankle-height socks, his sneakers and a t-shirt and headed off for his "meeting". Tom had battled a weight problem ever since college where his "freshman 20" had been followed by a Sophomore 15 and Junior 25 and a senior 20 too. Since graduation he had added a few more pounds per year to weigh nearly 100 pounds more now then he did upon highschool graduation. His ex-wife had even used Tom's weight as part of the divorce saying that there she no longer felt any sexual attraction to Tom. That divorce and her cruel but true comment was the edge he needed to get back into shape. That and his upcoming 25 year highschool class reunion.
Now, looking forward to his 25 year highschool anniversary he wanted to hit his goal weight desperately. He wasn't aiming for his wrestling weight of 168, or his weight of 172 as a district-winning swimmer, but he wanted to look good for the girls he remembered as total hard bodies. His goal was to get back to about 180 and a 30" waist. He did not want to be, looked on as pathetic, "Poor Tom, he gained all that weight, remember what a hunk he was".
So in preparation, he'd been working out and watching his diet for nearly a year now and the results were paying off. At the group meetings he attended regularly every Saturday morning the fellow members, mostly young housewives were starting to make more than encouraging comments and even flirt a little. He felt like younger and middle aged women he met on the street and in the grocery store and at the gym were starting to pay some attention to him again instead of looking away in disgust at the fat man. But it was his weekly meeting that kept him going. The group he started with at a local community center had decided a few months back to keep the meetings going after the center discontinued the program. They now met each Saturday morning in a member's private home. They even saved a few bucks that way.
Tom was nearing his goal weight of 180, and in fact, with a bit of luck, he might even reach it this morning, but it would take a lot of effort because he had 2.5 pounds to go and the reunion party was tonight.
This week the meeting was at Tom's co-worker Danielle's apartment. Danielle was about 28 and still single, but trying hard to find Mr. Right. She was just 15 pounds of her goal weight last week. Danielle was one of those girls that guys always said she'd be so beautiful if she lost the weight. She had a golden skin tone that complimented her hazel-brown eyes and blonde hair. She was dazzling. Tom had been the inspiration for Danielle when she had started six months ago. Danielle may have had the prettiest face in the group, but the rest of the group too was made up of mostly housewives and a few younger women and none of them were unattractive, just a little over weight. It was fun group and that made it worth Tom's time even though he was the only guy who showed up regularly.
Tom bounded up the stairs to Danielle's fourth-floor apartment two or three at a time. He relished how he could now do that seemingly effortlessly. He could feel the muscles in his thigh and abs ripple as he took the stairs. He thought back to just a year ago walking up just one flight would have left him breathless and red in the face.
As he knocked it was not Danielle but Raquel who answered. Racquel was Danielle's roommate and where Danielle had one of the most beautiful faces he could think of Tom, loved Raquel's body. Her legs were long and shapely and set off from thin delicate ankles to a high proud bubble but that looked like it belonged to a young nubile teenage girl not a mature experienced 29 year old woman. Her marvelous legs, ass lead to a tiny waist and sculpted abs that supported the most wonderful breasts. They were perfect! Just a little more than a B cup and a little less than a C cup. With tiny areolas and pert nipples when it grew too cold in the apartment like it did once last year when Racquel had arrived home from a run in the rain. More than once Tom had avoided temptation by imagining what it would be like to be with a hottie like Racquel.
Stepping inside he gave Danielle a quick peck on the cheek as a greeting. Shutting the door behind him Racquel said "Hey Tom, looking good! Where's mine sport".
Turning around he gave her one too and felt a first blush of a swelling in his groin just from a glance into her eyes and a whiff of her feminine fragrance. Stepping into Danielle's living room he realized that he was the last too arrive and he quickly slipped off his shoes and jumped onto the scale.
"And Tom is at 180.5" said Danielle quietly. "Oh, so close, but no cigar."
"Damn" said Tom. I thought I'd make it.
"Must be that you're wearing too much" said Racquel coming up behind him and murmuring quietly in his ear. He felt her hand reach out and appraise the weight of his light-weight nylon running shorts and she said, well then again. Maybe these don't weight all that much. Must be that biscuit you had for breakfast.
It was important for his confidence to reach his goal weight and have the scale's proof that he was back to his "true weight" again. Without thinking too much of it, Tom reached down and pulled off his socks and stepped back on the scale.
"Ooh, still not enough" said Racquel again. "180.4, but not nearly enough yet".
Tom's unusual move to remove his socks had caught the attention of the 15 other women in the room.
"What's up?" asked Mary, an attractive blonde mother of 3?
"Tom's big party is tonight and he's desperately trying to reach his goal weight, but needs to shed another point-four pounds", said Racquel. "Silly boy, thought a pair of anklets" would do the trick.
Tom looked at Racquel crossly. He wasn't angry, but he was a little perturbed by her combination of teasing and taunting. As he looked at her she licked her lips a little and looked him up and down and said, "You are looking pretty good Tom, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. Now give me that shirt and see if you can make it all the way".
Tom looked at Raquel and then at Danielle and then at the other ladies who were looking expectantly at him. Some of them nodding. He looked back at Danielle who was smiling encouragement and then glanced at Racquel who just arched one delicately curved eyebrow. She said, "Come on Tom. You're among friends here".
Tom, figured "what the heck" it was only his shirt and he was so eager to prove to himself that he had made it.
Racquel could see he was wavering but nervous. So when he reached down to his him and started to pull his t-shirt up she started up with the "stripper grind" song to break the tension.
Several of the other ladies clapped and encouraged him by joining in the song. "Ba da da, da da da, bah dah da da, ta dah dah da,. Bump ba da tah! Buhmpa Dah! Buhmpa da! Tom, felt giddy with 17 pairs of ladies eyes on his chest and abs as he peeled his shirt off over his head. He even got into it a whipped it around his head once or twice before throwing it at Racquel who squealed like she had just caught a Chippendale's g-string.
"O.K. Tom, moment of truth," quipped Danielle. Tom stepped back onto the scale and waited for the digital scale to complete its analysis.
