Change Happens Chapter Five: The Reason Why.

Robin works hard to keep her body fit and perfect for good reasons.

“You’re hitting it hard today,” Thomas said as he passed me on the treadmill.

I pulled out my earbuds and laughed at him as he joined me. “Yeah, I overate yesterday,” I nodded as I pushed harder.

“That much?” Thomas asked as he looked at the speed I had set.

“A whole medium pizza,” I answered, “then went straight to bed.”

“Oh, you better go faster then,” Thomas smiled as he walked away.

I knew most people wouldn’t think it wasn’t a big deal, but it was a massive deal for me. I had a body to maintain. Sure, looking at me, most people would think I was a life-sized fuck doll with enormous breasts, a tight stomach, long hair, a perky butt, and lovely thighs, but I worked for all of it.

Sure, I could go under the knife and get them reduced like most big-boobed women that got back problems. I could stay home and complain that my back hurts. Or that my stomach is not where it should be.

There were numerous times I wanted to eat what I wanted and binge-watch television, but that wasn’t for me.

Sometimes, I hated the glances I got from both men and women, even at my workplace. Some came in and asked where I went to get them done. Or did I get butt implants or some other stupid question?

Then there were the guys that refused to believe they were real.

‘No woman with your body can have them that big, only fat women have big boobs.’

That was my favorite comment. Forget genetics or all the other causes that could cause a woman to get larger than average boobs. My usual response was to keep reading and watching what people put before you like a good lemming.

In my case, it was a simple case of juvenile gigantomastia. Poor Jason had to look it up and tell me about it as I started to feel awkward and weird while we were together.

My feet thumped hard against the treadmill as I increased its speed. I would lie that I didn’t have other reasons for working out this hard daily. Jeff deserved it.

I loved how he would look at me sometimes and take me there and then. When he was in his prime, he would grab me and take me in the parking lot after one of his weightlifting tournaments.

I had no problems with it. I was his wife, his property, and his alone. No matter the looks and the casual flirting I did at my other job, I went home to him.

I stopped the machine and looked into the mirror. Sweat poured from my body, drenching the machine and my clothes. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath. It was all worth it.

“Now I can start my workout,” I smiled.

“Thirsty?” Liz asked as I gulped the last of the water from my container.

“Yeah,” I answered as I dropped it to the floor. After the three hours I had put in, I was famished. Now, all I had to do was clean up, change, and start working.

‘You left earlier than usual,’ the text on my phone read as I looked at it.

I smiled as I read it. It was just after seven in the morning. Jeff must have just got up.

‘Pizza,’ I replied.

‘Right,’ he answered. I knew he would understand. ‘Have a good day. Love you.’

‘Love you too,’ I replied and put the phone away.

“You two make me sick,” Liz shook her head as she slammed her locker.

“Not my fault, we have a good marriage,” I smiled back at her.

“Well, look at you,” Trevor said as I exited the locker room.

“Trevor,” I warned in my usual tone.

“I was giving you a compliment,” Trevor said as he walked with me up to our offices. The place was already packed full of people working out. We were one of the busiest gyms in our small city.

“Okay,” I said. I turned to look at him.

“Okay, what?” Trevor smiled back at me.

“Okay, let’s do it,” I smiled back at him. “Let’s go to my office, and let’s go for it.”

The look on his face fell from a smile to shock.

“You can pound that big black cock of yours into me over and over until I melt and lose my mind and only want black cock for the rest of my life,” I smiled, staring into his brown eyes. “I want you right now!”

Trevor stood still, staring all around us, but no one was in earshot of us.

“Well?” I asked. “Isn’t that what you want to do? Turn this silly white country girl into a big black cock loving woman?”

“I…I…” Trevor said as I backed him against the wall. “You’re not serious?”

“Oh, I am,” I lied as I looked into his eyes, as he was looking for a way out of my trap. “I want that big, long thick black cock, deep inside of me, so I can’t even think straight.”

“Then, if you are really good. You can take me home and pound me on the same bed; my husband fucks me on and impregnate me with your seed,” I said.

I almost messed up and smiled as I said that, knowing that was impossible as the baby factory had been closed permanently.

“Robin!” Trevor said as he pushed me off him.

“Then don’t ever come on to me again,” I warned him. “Are we clear?”

Trevor took off like a rocket.