She couldn't stand to look at women who had let themselves go. Women who looked like they were nine months pregnant and expecting triplets--twelve months out of the year--year after year after year! Women who ate fast food twice a day and stuffed their mouths with high caloric greaseburgers and French fries, and then washed down the stuff with supersize cups of sugar-laden soda pop. They didn't seem to understand what all that fat and all those calories did to their womanly bodies. They had no comprehension of the adage: For every five calories consumed, a woman had to expend ten calories to get it off. No wonder cellulite was the curse of the modern age and fat torsos were the norm.

Most American women got their fat asses from sitting at a desk all day and then coming home to sit in front of a television set all evening. With work habits like that, it's understandable why so many turned into overweight sows before they were thirty.

But not Sue. Her friends frequently complemented her on her sexy shape. After all, her hips were just as curvaceous as when she was in her teens--in fact they were a little more so. And her breasts were actually slightly larger. She had heard that titties frequently became bigger as a woman aged, but she had always thought that was an old wive's tale. But in her case, it was actually quite true. She had gone from a size 36B to a size 36C. Her breasts were now the size of nicely shaped cantaloupes--firm and succulent--standing out proudly from her chest. She had to admit that they now looked more ravishing than on her wedding day.

And they were capped by a cute set of pink-colored upturned nipples, each deliciously placed in the very center of a succulent looking aureole. Whenever she was aroused they puckered into mouth-watering appetizers.

Yes, a proper diet and regular exercise had done wonders for her body. There wasn't anything about her which wasn't appealing to the eye. Her belly button was sensually elongated and indented. Her face was classically beautiful, complete with a perfectly straight nose and a dimpled chin. Even her limbs were well-proportioned, sculpted as if for a piece of art rather than a magnificent piece of ass. Her skin was as smooth as marble and as scintillating as silk.

On this particular day, Sue was walking around the kitchen, thinking of what her husband, Harry, might like to eat for dinner. She smiled. Unlike her, he never worried about what he ate. As a coach at the local high school he was happy with a couple of hot dogs and a half case of beer. It wasn't uncommon to see him chugging down a cold pizza and a flat brew for breakfast. He considered Milk Duds and Jujubes health food.

Recently however she had started worrying about his weight. He was really beginning to turn into quite a porker. The fellow now had a size 48 waist--and it was still growing! It was becoming downright embarrassing to be seen in public with him. Here she was--all svelte and lithe--and here he was--looking like a character from a Hanna-Barbera cartoon. She couldn't figure out how a man who taught physical education at the local high school could let himself go. Didn't he know that a coach was supposed to set an example for the youth to emulate? Didn't he understand that teachers were supposed to be models for the younger generation?

As she stepped around the kitchen table she began thinking that maybe she could persuade him to attend her aerobics class. She suddenly remembered that she had tried to get him to do that very thing several months ago. She still recalled the angry conversation:

"Baby," he had said in a very sarcastic tone, "I'm not going to attend a sissy class with a bunch of wimpy women." ......(cont)