Bulking Up (And Out) Pt9

Hey everyone. Here's the next part and I think it's obvious that Cassie is clearly behind in her exercising. 

Hope you all enjoy your fourth of July weekend (if you're in the US). 

Thanks. 

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“Hey, Sarah! Did you take the breaded mac and cheese or did I? I can’t seem to find it in the fridge!”

The rabbit glanced through the varies items in her fridge, hoping to find what she was looking for. She saw a variety of side dishes, but none looked like the mac and cheese. She was getting agitated as she felt her stomach rumble. She was only an hour removed from lunch, but she was already hungry again.

“Sarah? You there?”

The sounds of heavy footsteps alerted the bunny to the fact that the rhino was just now entering her apartment. She turned to see the woman carrying in a big laundry basket full of clean clothes, mainly her uniforms, underwear, and some sweats. Cassie was relieved, as she hated standing around in just boy shorts in front of someone she looked down upon.

“Sorry about that Cass, I was just grabbing your stuff. What were you saying?”

Cassie grabbed a pickle from a jar and stuffed it into her mouth. She then grabbed another before moving it to the side to see if the mac and cheese was hiding behind it. It wasn’t.

“The mac, chomp, and cheese. I know, urp, I gave it to you since you said you could fit that and the apple turnovers in your fridge. Did y-you, belch, give it to your kids” she asked, barely bothering to keep her bodily functions in check. She was in her own apartment, she didn’t care.

“I really don’t know hun. I’d definitely have to check to see if the boys ate it. If they did, do you want me to bring in anything else I have in the fridge?”

The former personal trainer groaned. She wasn’t in the mood for something else, she wanted the mac and cheese. She had to keep her energy level up if she was going to work out later. If there was no mac and cheese, she was going to have to find something else, otherwise she’d have to can the exercise.

Not that she was probably going to workout anyway. Anyone who took one look at this rabbit knew that exercise was not something she did anymore, at least not outside of walking to and from the fridge. Cassie had gone on little walks before Thanksgiving but since then she deemed it too cold outside and instead stayed bundled up in her apartment. The results were staggering.

It had been about nine months since Cassie had moved to this small Colorado town and the only thing higher than the number on the scale (if she had one) was the altitude. Passing 200 and 250 pounds did nothing to awaken her from the malaise she was in. She simply ignored the warning signs and played off any uncomfortableness to Sarah shrinking her clothes in the wash, or the chairs at work being too small, or a door frame being narrow for her powerful frame to fit through easily. Nowhere did she even guess it was because she was picking up weight at breakneck speed.

As she went through mentally all the things she was going to pull out of the fridge to quell this hunger if the mac and cheese was gone, Cassie kept hopping back in forth on her feet, causing her flabby body to jiggle with each footfall. The old pair of shorts, which were made out of a spandex like material, clung tightly to her upper thighs, making them appear even larger than they really were. Those thighs were pressed against one another up to just about the knees. Her growing cheeks swallowed up the remainder of the fabric, wedging it deep in the caverns of her ass. She would occasionally pick at it, but even this did not restore her senses to what was going on. If ignorance is bliss, this was being in ethereal pleasure.

Her love handles flopped over the side of these shorts as her belly caused her t-shirt to become a sports bra essentially. Her furry arms quivered as she moved items aside in search of another culinary conquest. Pudgy fingers gripped a bowl of what looked like mashed potatoes and she grinned. These would help her get through her workout.

Sure, Cassie’s old muscles were still putting in the work, and she could still move around pretty easily, but at 281 pounds she was looking more and more like the worst of her old clients rather than the trainer they took orders from.

There was no way the old resort would take her back now, though she wasn’t aware of this. She also had no clue that more pictures were being taken of her bloated rear, so they could be sent to Kay. A nice webpage was being set up to show the “progress” Cassie was making, all so the town could relish in their handiwork.

But, as Kay had said, there was MUCH more to be done.