Friday, July 18, 2008

Karen and Michael: Breaking Up is Hard to Do

18 years old. Karen is widely regarded as the hottest girl in school. Her body is tight and firm, yet maintains soft and feminine curves. All the boys wanted to date her, all the girls were jealous of her.

Over the course of her senior year she dated the president of the student council, the captains of the basketball, volleyball and football teams, as well as a few of the boys who were simply amongst the cutest.

The winner of the 'Karen Bowl' though was the captain of the football team. Everyone told them they looked perfect together. He was going to college on scholarship after winning the championship - he was the guy for her.

All summer long they were royalty, and invited to all the parties and outings. Everyone wanted to be the quarterback's friend: he was going places. Everyone also wanted to watch Karen dance. As well as having the best body, she was also the best dancer, and she loved to put on a show.

Karen enjoyed the whole summer. She was in the spotlight. She had a boyfriend that was the envy of all her friends. She was in the best shape of her life. She was going to be the girlfriend of an all star quarterback!

Then disaster struck: the quarterback broke his arm on a diving board one night. The damage was severe, and it looked like he wouldn't be able to regain his football playing form.

As he got out of the hospital and began rehab, he said, "I'm so lucky to have a girl like you, so smart, so cute, so caring, who will stick with me through the good times and the bad. I'll do anything for you, and I'm glad you'll do anything for me."

Karen wasn't so sure though. "I'm still young," she replied. "I'm in the best shape I'll ever be, it's my time to enjoy life now, not follow to physiotherapy hoping you might get better. This is my one chance at being happy, and it's not going to be with you."

The quarterback was devastated, but Karen knew she was doing the right thing, and never looked back.

***

Being Michael's girlfriend was the greatest feeling that Karen had ever had. He was smart, cute, and he was sought after. All the women in the bar wanted him, and she had him.

Thursday nights, they were royalty. He was the undisputed king, and she was now his queen. With her massive curves, roles of flesh and sensuous dancing she had everyone's attention: the men wanted her, the women wanted to be her.

When she danced, she danced her heart out. She put on a show for Michael, but she knew that every eye was on her. With his love and attention, she knew that she was dancing better than she ever could. Her enormous body moved in perfect rhythms that she had never dreamed possible.

To win Michael over Karen had undergone a drastic transormation. Her taught dancer's body, defined by powerful lean body mass had given way to a large, bloated fat body. Washboard abs were lost behind rolls of belly fat. Tiny curves of gravity defying breasts had become massive jugs of fat that swayed with her every movement. Tightly contoured gluteous maximus were now simply massive maxiumus that wiggled with every step she made.

At first Karen had been hesitant to change, but Michael had seemed to be worth it. Over time she came to embrace the changes to her body as much as Michael had. Eating wasn't a chore, it was a pleasure. Outgrowing clothes was a cause for celebration, not shame. Adjusting her dance to a new centre of gravity was a challenge, not a difficulty.

When Michael finally let Karen into his life, she fell completely in love with him. He made her feel like and angel, and the least she could do was continue to grow, to give him more angel to love.

But now that Karen's body had become so big she couldn't dance like she used to, it was time for him to move on to someone else who would make him happy.

When Karen learned that Michael didn't love her, but rather her angellic body it was very hard on for her. She had given him everything, and he had taken it. she was devestated.

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