The following is a work of fiction. None of it is real, it is the work of a creative mind.
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I am a 26 year old, 6ft3, 220lb black man that lives near a military base in Georgia. I usually work out five days a week, am in good shape and shave my head because I am going prematurely bald. I have had my fair share of sexual relationships but this was the first time I forced a woman.
It all started fourteen months ago at the gym I work out at. A military unit from the nearby base had deployed and the regular group of "fatties" came into the gym so they could surprise their husbands by being hot tight lil things when they returned from deployment. This was a normal occurrence, every time a unit deployed. Fifty or so women would start to work out: Fifty on day one, ten by day ninety, and just a couple by then end of the year deployment. I work out at different times of the day, depending on my work schedule, so I get to see most of them come and the slowly drop off. I get annoyed because all these "fatties" would be on the machines making me wait but I knew I only had to be patient and my workouts would become routine again.
One of the "fatties" was a cute but overweight redhead about 5ft2 with pale skin, freckles, shoulder length hair and a nice set of tits. When I first saw her I thought she must have been a real hottie before she popped out a couple kids and gained 40 pounds of "baby fat". Not bad to look out but I could not get over the gut that stuck out as far as her C cup breasts. She was always there in the morning; I guessed it was after the kids were off to school. I gave her a couple weeks before she dropped out in favor of an ice cream sundae and a box of Twinkies.
To my surprise after ninety days she was still there every morning. She had dropped some weight and her body was returning to pre-baby shape. Three friends of hers were also hanging in there, but not as often as her. I would often see them together and anytime all four were present they got into a routine of going to the gym health cafΓ© for a drink after their workouts. One day I decided to get a drink and eavesdrop on their conversation while pretending to read some workout literature.
I found out the redhead's name was Lisa and she worked at home, while the other three had jobs in local retail stores. They mostly talked about the troubles raising kids without a husband at home and other boring suburban housewife crap. I continued this routine of eavesdropping over the next couple of months. As time went on it was rare of all four women to be together at the same time so my eavesdropping opportunities were fewer and fewer.