A Christmas Tweet - Part 1

Behind the wheel of his big red snowplow Hoyt Calkins was in his element.  Since inheriting some money from an aunt he never knew existed Hoyt had bought the big Mack truck with the money.  Most questioned his decision to buy a snowplow in Texas but the thick coating of snow Wichita Falls was under on the Sunday 21st December made Hoyt one of the few men who could drive wherever he wanted, as fast as he wanted.  What's more he was getting paid to do it.  That night he was being paid to drive north along I-44 from Wichita Falls to Lawton, Oklahoma and then back again. 

"They all said I was stupid," he said to his aging boxer dog Tyson who was sat in the passenger seat, "but who's stupid now?"

"Woof" barked Tyson.

Years with Hoyt and the dog had learned that was the best response.  It was neither agreement nor disagreement and it sometimes led to a treat.  Tyson knew his owner well enough to know the snowplow had nothing to do with making money and had been a stupid investment.  It was more about Hoyt's love of oversized trucks.  All of which was fine with Tyson.  The cab was warm and there was a plentiful supply of treats.

"Yeeehawww!" Hoyt exclaimed as he blasted north on I-44 out of Wichita Falls and toward Burnett.  The interstate was covered in inches of snow.  None of it slowed Hoyt.  Instead he kept the gas peddle jammed to the floor and hummed along to the Travis Tritt song on the radio:

Yeah, put some drive in your country
Keep country drivin' on
When the music gets you movin'
You know that can't be wrong
Every time I hear that outlaw stuff 
On my car radio
It makes me wanna drive it 
Just as fast as it will go
Put some drive in your country
Let's keep country drivin' on

"Dang it Tyson that song always makes me wanna gun the gas!" declared Hoyt as he plowed past Burnett and across the state line into Oklahoma. 

"Woof!"

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Barbara and Dave Tennant's Christmas Party was in full swing.  Vickie Wooten was sipping on red wine and checking out the gorgeous blonde MILFy butterball that was Debbie Hill.  Stood next to the Christmas tree Debbie's full figured curves were squeezed into a pair of too tight jeans that were like a second skin around her thighs, hips, and super-sized caboose.   A red Christmas sweater struggled to contain her swollen abdomen and surgically enhanced breasts.  Vickie focused on Debbie's boobs for a moment; she loved overweight women with implants.  The rock solid saline bags combined perfectly with Debbie's soft blubber.

The former Dallas Cowboys cheerleader had a rattlesnake skin belt dug in around her middle and forced her belly out into a Buddha like pooch.  Her pretty face was perfectly made up and crowned by golden blonde hair.  Once sharp features had softened but in her forties Debbie was still a head turner.  Still with a crystal white cheerleader's smile she was popular and Vickie watched a steady stream of people wishing Debbie a merry Christmas.  There were plenty of fat women around Wichita Falls, Texas and as a former Cowboys cheerleader got fat Debbie was a role model for many women losing their battle of the bulge.  They looked at Debbie with her handsome husband and salon perfect looks and figured it was possible to be fat and hot.

"So fat and hot she costs me customers," sighed Vickie.  A gym owner and personal trainer she made money off women obsessed with losing weight.  She knew Debbie attended two personal training classes a week with Vickie's rival MacKenzie Holts at Golds Gym.  Vickie had no idea what MacKenzie did with that butterball but whatever it was she wasn't losing any of the weight.  Her mind wandering Vickie imagined all the things she'd love to do with Debbie Hill...

"Hi Vickie, so glad you could make it to our party," said Barbara Tenant.

"A pleasure," chirped Vickie.

Barbara was a client of her personal training business and while she was married Barbara also enjoyed a little intimate company with Vickie.  Super toned and without a pound of fat Barbara was married to a rich lawyer who was more interested in his clients than his wife.  She wasn't 100% Vickie's type but she was good between the sheets and a fun friend with benefits for Vickie.  Stepping in a little closer than was socially necessary Barbara tugged Vickie's red wig.

"New hair?"

Pushing Barbara's hand away Vickie snapped:

"Yes, now leave it alone."

"Of course," purred Barbara.

"Debbie Hill looks even fatter," said Vickie.

"Ummmm...but then you like the fatties, don't you?"

"Yep," smiled Vickie.

Next to the Christmas tree Debbie had just finished a conversation with Jenny Hill and noticed Vickie Wooten checking her out.  Debbie was no fan of Vickie.  Vickie was a lesbian who had a serious crush on her which didn't, in and of itself, freak Debbie out too much.  What pissed her off about Vickie was her complete lack of discretion.  The woman just didn't know the meaning of subtle, ranging from her bright yellow Hummer to her oversized wigs.  A wife of a former star football player Debbie was already the subject of enough gossip without the likes of Vickie Wooten complicating matters.

Vickie didn't take rejection well.  Instead of just moving on Vickie was mean about Debbie's weight by dropping all kinds of hints about "ex cheerleaders" on Facebook and Twitter.  Debbie knew she was an attractive woman but was very aware of just how fat she'd let herself get.  It was completely uncalled for.  It's not like Debbie ever made fun of Vickie's ridiculous wigs.  At least not publicly, anyway.

"Hank!" whispered Debbie.

"What?"

"Vickie Wooten keeps checking me out.  Don't leave me on my own with her!"

"I shall protect you from Wiggy Wooten."

"Thanks!"

Hank nodded, wrapped his hands around his wife's waist and pulled her in close.  She felt warm, soft and sexy against him.  He could smell the Valentino perfume he'd bought her from Harrods when they'd visited London for the Cowboys NFL game.

"You're wearing that perfume I bought you from Harrods?"

"Yeah, its really nice!  We should head over to London again!"

He winced.  It had been a very expensive week away.  With the hotel room at $350 a night they would be paying that trip off for months to come.  But it had been worth it.  It had been pretty damn cool watching the Cowboys kick Jacksonville Jaguar butt at Wembley.

"We'll see about that..."

"How 'bout them Cowboys!" said a barrel bellied man walking past.

"Pretty damned good," said Hank with a smile, "gotta respect what Romo's doing, that man's got some grit.  He's playing hurt and still winning.  Reminds me of what ol Troy could do, I remember the Eagles game back in..."

The conversation fixed on Cowboys football Debbie happily stood next to Hank and smiled.  She loved her husband.  They'd met when she was cheering and he was the second and then third string quarterback on the Superbowl winning Cowboys team of the mid nineties.  While Debbie had let her cheerleading figure spread out over the years (helped massively by giving birth to their four daughters, she reasoned) Hank still had a tall athletic frame that had cut the figure of Debbie's dreams out on the gridiron.

With Hank now stationed next to Debbie, Vickie took the hint.  She satisfied herself by watching from afar as the Hills chatted with just about every other guest than her.  Occasionally Debbie directed a sneer Vickie's way.  The message was clear, "you can look, but DO NOT touch".  Vickie contented herself by watching how Debbie's giant ass was pushing against the Christmas tree.

"If your not careful porky you'll knock the tree over," mused Vickie to herself.

The barrel bellied man had moved on and another couple, Josh and Karie Ernst, who were a slightly less attractive version of Hank and Debbie had moved in.  The two men had settled into a conversation while the women were laughing at some funny story.  Whilst Karie was no Debbie she was a plump (and getting plumper) brunette in her late thirties that Vickie had noticed more than once around town.  Vickie imagined, based on Debbie's topic of conversation that evening, it related in some way to the Hills recent visit to Wembley for the Cowboys game.  Vickie stayed focused on Debbie's ass and the Christmas tree.

Debbie took another step back and her caboose rubbed into the tree.  The tree wobbled.  Debbie and Karie stepped away and laughed.  Reacting on instinct Vickie whipped her I-phone out and sneaked a quick photo of Debbie's posterior colliding with the tree.

A smile curled on her lips.  The photo would make a funny post.

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The following morning and MacKenzie Holt was working Debbie through the final stages of her hour long personal training session.  She saw the full figured momma twice a week and ran a session focused on some light cardio, weights training and stretching.  Normally Debbie was a fun client but that morning she was subdued.  MacKenzie knew why that was.  Her ever self destructive competition in Wichita Falls, Vickie Wooten, had posted a photo of a very swollen looking Debbie at a Christmas party with the hash tags #need2workoffxmaspudding.  Commercially that kind of idiot tweet worked well for MacKenzie's business but she knew Debbie was embarrassed.

Professionally Vickie Wooten annoyed the hell out of MacKenzie.  Recently graduated from Midwestern State, MacKenzie was a former cheerleader turned bodybuilder.  MacKenzie didn't view herself as some drill sergeant trying to grind her clients into shape.  Rather she was there to help them achieve whatever their goals were.  Debbie just wanted somebody to help her stay active not prepare her for the Olympics.  That said, mused MacKenzie, for a woman of her size Debbie Hill was in pretty good shape. 

At that moment Debbie was working through her final set of dead lifts.  The weight was light but Debbie's form was perfect and after all her years as a cheerleader her balance was amazing.  Even with all her blubber Debbie Hill could still do one legged air squats. 

"Okay Debbie, that's us done with the weights." 

"Gotcha," gasped Debbie as she dropped the barbell back on the rack.

"That was really awesome form Debbie."

"U-huh," replied Debbie between gulps of Gatorade.

"Okay, lets stretch off those hamstrings."

Wiggle waddling her way across the gym Debbie checked her reflection out in the mirrors.  She looked seriously porked up in her workout wear.  Mid day and the gym was mostly quiet.  A few bodybuilder guys in the weights section watched her pass.  Most ignored her but one good looking and seriously buffed up guy almost dropped a dumbbell watching her walk past.  Debbie smiled and he winked.  She might be fat but she could still get plenty of male attention.  Not like when she wore her cheerleader uniform but there were plenty of guys liked the fuller figure.

Reaching the edge of the gym she lowered herself down onto the training mat.  With her figure squeezed into her Nike training pants she felt let a fat caterpillar trying to shed it skin.  Her t-shirt was skin tight and completely failed to meet the waistband of her training pants; revealing a thick slab of belly overhang and love handles.  After Vickie Wooten's tweet she was especially self conscious.  But MacKenzie had been nice about her workout efforts and Debbie was starting to feel better about herself.  Getting herself into position she allowed MacKenzie to take hold of her right foot and start to push her leg upward to stretch her hamstring.  It was the most painful part of the stretching. 

"Ooooooooof!" groaned Debbie.

Continuing to push the leg gently up and increase the stretch MacKenzie said:

"You know you shouldn't be worrying about that Vickie Wooten tweet.  Everybody thinks she's a douche."

Debbie bit her lip.  With MacKenzie pushing her legs up her fat thighs and ass were on display to the entire gym.  She could feel the lycra pushed to bursting point.  What's more her t-shirt had completely ridden up and her bare belly was on show.  

"I think your really awesome coming in here and working out with me.  You always put in a really good workout hun," continued MacKenzie, "and don't let that stupid bald bitch get to you.  Ya hear?"

"U-huh," nodded Debbie as she felt the burn in her hamstring. 

"I'm gonna push a little more," said MacKenzie as she pushed hard and forced Debbie's leg up further.  Debbie groaned.

With the stretch turning into a burn Debbie wasn't in a position to do much talking.  But it felt good having MacKenzie support her.  She thought about Vickie Wooten and her stupid Twitter post.  It was mean and stupid and showed just how jealous Vickie was.  The key was to teach her a lesson.  Debbie didn't know exactly how to do that but years as a high school then college and then NFL cheerleader and she knew how to deal with bitchy females and get her revenge.  Vickie Wooten had way too many weaknesses to be a real threat.  Time would present an opportunity.

The workout over and Debbie slipped on a Cowboy's hoodie, bought a bottle of CNP Post Workout shake and chatted with MacKenzie.  With a view of the weights area she was enjoying checking the bodybuilders out.  After finishing her shake she booked her next training session and headed out into the cold.  The sky was clear blue and the snowfall had stopped.  Slowly but surely the snow was melting.  Debbie wiggle waddled her way toward her silver Cadillac Escalade.  The giant SUV with its 6.2L V8 and all wheel drive was good in the snow.  Debbie had enjoyed watching all the eco cars and mini vans getting stuck whilst she drove around in her throne on wheels.

Hauling herself up into the drivers seat she turned the engine on and let the heating kick in.  She checked her reflection out in the rear view mirror and put on a baseball cap to hide her messed up post gym hair.  Pulling her i-phone out of the center console she logged onto Twitter and looked at the responses to Vickie Wooten's post.  Everybody was either ignoring it or supporting Debbie.  Composing her own tweet Debbie wrote:

"Just finished awsum PT session with @MacKenzieholt "

Moments later MacKenzie replied with:

"Gr8 work @debbiehill71 she's awsum @vickieWooten69 "

Smiling Debbie slipped the gear lever into drive and headed out of the lot.  Vickie Wooten would wish she hadn't posted her smart assed tweet. 

"Fuck you Vickie baldy Wooten I'm gonna whup your scrawny little ass," said Debbie to herself as she drove out onto the slushy snow covered highway.