Workouts

Whatever that was. I have no idea how they can make Lasagna with no meat in it.

But I had to admit it did taste pretty good.

It wasn't until we were all the way home that it hit me. I went into the bathroom to do my nightly duty and it was like once I got sat down, everything locked up.

OK. I poked around in the medicine cabinet, found some Aspirin and popped two of them.

It had been some half dozen odd years since I did any real work that used my body like that. Sure, trimming the shrubs, doing things around the house should count.

Of course I spend about half of the nice weather days down by the ocean trying to catch a fish, it's only maybe a dozen blocks but I drive my truck.

Maybe I should start walking that, I thought to myself. Lord did my old body feel all gimped up.

It's a good thing Debs fills me up with fiber though, because if I had to bear down any at all to take a dump, it wasn't going to happen.

How in the hell did maybe 90 minutes of hard exercise fuck me up so bad?

One look at me told Debs all she needed to know.

Probably my whining made it even more clear.

She hopped up and headed for the medicine cabinet, came back with some tube of goop and had me stretch out face down.

Whatever that stuff was got hot as hell real quick!

"Don't you dare get any of that on my dick!" I told her. Debs just giggled.

It did make me feel better though. Especially when she rubbed some of it on my ass. How a man's ass can hurt from lifting weights with his arms is beyond me.

The next morning it was worse. I went into the bathroom and made it but barely. In the medicine cabinet I found that bottle of Aspirin and took two more to get me through the day.

I am not supposed to take Aspirin since I had the bleeding episode a year or two ago but I figured a couple wouldn't hurt me.

Debs noticed I was still sore, she notices everything.

"Maybe I should have you see Jenny today?" She asked.

"What for?" Hell, I really didn't want to go see Debra's office partner, right at the moment I mostly wanted to go right back to bed.

"Maybe have her write you a prescription for pain pills?" Debs asked.

"Why don't you just write me one?"

"You know I can't do that."

Fucking ethics.

"I will be fine." I grumbled, managing to get my behind into one of the chairs at our kitchen table. She shook her head, then served me some breakfast.

Puffy rolls, low fat gravy, even two strips of Bacon.

It looked like I was forgiven for that thing with the Mayor's wife I guess, or maybe it was the compliments I gave Debra the night before?

Debs left for work shortly after, I made my way to the living room and got settled into my recliner.

I was smack dab into a really neat dream, probably caused by the way my wife had looked in that thin outfit since the dream involved titties and sweating and things like that.

The phone woke me up.

"Jenny says come on in at 11:15, ok?" Debs told me.

"Oh, all right." I groaned.

+++

The hot shower actually helped, by the time I got down to the clinic I was feeling all right.

Well, as long as I didn't move very much anyway.

Two more Aspirin really helped, too.

Debs came out while I was in the waiting room, gave me a grin and blew me a kiss but that was it. That clinic is always mayhem, everyone in our community goes there, it seems like.

I knew that they had put another few people on staff, but it had been months since I was there.

Jenny's new nurse came out to get me, telling me her name was Millie. It was clear that Millie ate well, she was about 5' tall and around 250 pounds.

"205, good! You have dropped almost 30 pounds since your last visit." She told me.

Probably why I have to keep tugging at my pants.

Then she took my blood pressure, told me it was 185 over 95.

"Wow, good thing you came in." She said, and left.

"That's odd, last time I took it at home it was 140 over 85." I told her. Then I thought about that, the home tester we had was in a drawer. When did I last use it?

Beats me.

I don't know why they make such a big deal out of blood pressure, hell, I had to climb all the way up a whole flight of stairs not 15 minutes earlier, what did they expect?

A few minutes later Jenny walked in, she is an older lady, maybe somewhere in her late forties or early fifties, if the two inches of gray roots meant anything.

Millie was right behind her.

Funny that I think of a fifty something woman as an old lady, but I do.

"Debra says you did some working out and are all sore?" She asked.

"Yea, I guess I over did it." I mumbled.

"More than that going on, I don't like this high blood pressure at all. Last visit you were having trouble passing urine, how is that going?"

"Fine." Well, sort of fine, give me five minutes and I can get most of it out. I guess I didn't sound real convincing.

"Hmmmm." Jenny looked at me pointedly.

"I better check, I need you to gown up. I will be right back."

I almost popped off with telling her she just wanted to look at my dick again but I kept my mouth shut.

Millie handed me a gown and left, I could see the place was getting really cheap because it was one of those paper ones.

She had Millie put one of those automatic blood pressure cuffs on me, you know the kind? Every few minutes they almost cut your arm off, then relax and make a peeping sound.

I looked at the monitor, it was rock solid at 185 over 95. Then Jennifer came back in, looked at it and said "Hmmmm."

There was something about me turning around and placing my hands on the table, I felt Jenny start to check my Prostate but then she stopped. The position was uncomfortable, it was making my right arm feel all tingly. I couldn't feel my right leg, either, so I looked down.

Funny, it felt all right when I looked down but the moment I looked away I couldn't feel it again.

I must have really overdone it with that workout, pinched a nerve, maybe?

Someone was saying something, I was not real sure what. Everything got real quiet, then something sounded like it went "pop!" in my head and they got real loud.

Debra was suddenly there, I was wondering why? She was talking to me but what she was saying made no sense at all.

Someone caught me, whoever it was felt really big.

Millie, maybe? What in the hell, I thought?

Then everything went black.

+++

I woke up in a bed, the room was dim but not dark. Some kind of monitor was sounding a tone every few seconds.

Wires were coming from everywhere, stuck all over me.

"Hi. Awake, I see?" A female voice said. I looked at her and had to blink several times before I could see her clearly.

"Yea, I guess. What's going on? Who are you?" My mouth felt like it was full of Cotton.

"I'm Constance, you had a little episode, you are in the hospital." The female voice said. I turned my head to look again, the woman was in her 40's maybe, tall and slender.

"Episode? What kind of episode?" I asked her.

"You suffered a stroke, if you are going to do that then the Doctor's office is sure a good place to have it happen." She grinned at me.

My neck felt funny, I reached up and touched the left side. I was covered in bandages.

"So what is all this?" I tried to sit up.

"Lie still, honey." The woman put her hand on my chest, then patted me a bit.

"A stroke? All that was wrong with me was some sore muscles from over working them." I complained.

"Bit more than that, honey. You were in surgery for over four hours."

"What time is it?" I asked her. That last thing I remembered was it being about 11:30 in the morning.

"It's about 4 AM, you need to relax and get some sleep."

"4 AM? I have been out for 16 hours?" I asked her.

"Today is Saturday, honey. I am going to have the Doctor come in and look you over, OK?" She smiled.

Saturday?

I remembered going in to see Jenny at the clinic on Thursday.

+++

I woke up again later to see Debs standing there looking at the monitors. She turned to me and smiled.

"Morning, honey. How do you feel?"

"Fine. I could eat a horse, though."

"It's sure a good thing you came in, Jenny caught your stroke right as it happened. We are not real sure you would have made it if it happened at home."

I could see the concern on her face, so I tried to put her at ease.

"I feel great actually." I told her.

"That's good. Move your fingers on your right arm for me, will you?" She asked.

I lifted my arm and wiggled my fingers.

"Toes?" She said. I wiggled them, too.

Debs smiled at that, I saw that her eyes went damp. She leaned down and gave me a kiss.

+++

Several male Doctors came and went over the next few days, there was a battery of tests. One of them asked me a whole bunch of questions, when he asked about what medicines I was taking I told him, then added that I had taken some Aspirin for being sore.

He shook his head at that, scribbled in his notebook.

"I think that actually was a good thing, but now I want you to stay off the Aspirin, your records show some bleeding problems in the past. We will put you on Plavix and some time release Nitro, plus some Thiazide, ok?" He told me.

Whatever that was.

"I don't like taking pills much." I muttered.

"Well. You just suffered what could have been a fatal occlusion, so maybe you need to pay attention. Then the blood clot, we had to keep you induced for awhile until the thinners took effect. What is interesting here is there does not seem to be any ill effects."

No ill effects? The odd thing was I felt just fine, except my jaw was numb.

I reached up and rubbed my left ear, I could feel my ear with my fingers but I couldn't feel my fingers with my ear?

"That will go away after some time." The Doctor told me, then he left.

Nose stuck in his charts of course, I have no idea how they keep from running over people.

+++

Modern medicine is really something, one pill I take keeps my blood pressure at 135 over 75, another one keeps my heartbeat at 68.

It took just three months before Debs suggested we go back to the gym.

"That almost did me in the last time. Maybe it isn't a good idea?" I told her.

"Nice try, honey. It's just the opposite. Working out will be good for you, and we can just take it easy until you build up to it."

I grumbled but of course that did not help one bit.

So here I was, back in the gym. Rick came up to me and stuck out his hand.

"Nice to have you back, pops." He said.

Pops, huh? I set right down on his hand, just mean of me I guess. He didn't even blink.

Then we did a series of light workouts, those weren't really too bad. Once I had a mild sweat up, he told me to take a break and went over to work with a little blond thing that was lifting about two tons up to her waist.

I noticed Rick was very attentive to the gal, can't say as I blamed him since the little blond had what can only be described as one hell of a body on her.

"Who is the blond?" I asked Debs when she came over to sit by me.

"That's Sid, she is a full time body builder and trainer, she has won a couple of contests in her weight class."

"Wow, no kidding?" I looked over there, Sid was now on her back pushing with her legs at some bar that had cables and lifted a weight off the ground.

Her knees were about six or eight inches apart and each time she flexed her butt cheeks to push...?

The crotch of that outfit she had on wasn't designed to be looked at from the angle I had, the gap on one side let what was a very intimate part of her body almost....?

"What?" I realized Debs had said something.

"I said, she sure is cute, isn't she?" Debs had a big smirk on her face.

"Yea, I guess so, but she isn't as cute as you are!" I put my arm around her.

"Liar." Debs said, but she was grinning.

Debs was still in a good mood when we got home, and for the first time in a couple of months I got laid very nicely.

That was cool, I didn't have to do anything at all, she had me down on my back and handled it all herself.

Can't be having me overly exerting myself, now can we?

The wife even tried for a second helping but that didn't work, it was still fun though. Especially when she came out of the bathroom with nothing on but a pair of sheer panties with a little fringe around the top of them, and shook her boobs at me.

"You really do look every bit as good as that Sid woman, just not all overly muscled like she is."

"Yea, sure I do." Debra laughed and snuggled up with me. One thing for sure, a man can sleep very nicely with a woman's titties pressed up against him.

I fell asleep sucking on one of them, with Debra's hand on the back of my head.

Yep. Kind of nice.

+++

It was maybe two months after that, Jennifer was checking me out at her office. Her helper nurse named Millie had weighed me.

"Wow, 194! You are turning into a hunk!" She grinned.

"Yea, I guess the gym really does help, and I don't get all sore any more." I told her.

"Maybe I should join, I could stand to lose a few pounds." Millie said, leading me back.

I didn't say a word, although it popped into my head that she was right since her fanny did clear the doorway but barely.

"Well, you are getting there, everything looks good." Jennifer told me. Millie was standing there watching as Jennifer poked and probed me.

"OK. Turn around and let's see how your Prostate is doing."

Man. Here we go again, I thought but I did as she asked. In no time Jennifer had her finger up my behind again, I glanced back and saw Millie standing there looking at me hanging down in space with a big grin on her face.

Finally Jennifer pulled her finger out, and I mercifully turned around. I was beginning to get a hard on due to her prolonged invasion, especially with her fat nurse standing there grinning at me.

That is embarrassing to have happen in a Doctor's office.

"Sorry." I mumbled, turning red in the face.

"Oh, don't be. It's no big deal, we see male reactions all the time, it's a sign of good health. We are always glad to see that." Jennifer told me.

Then she smiled, and blushed?

Millie was still standing there with a silly grin on her face.

I guess she was glad to see it, too. Neither one of them said a word about there being no hair down there, Debra and I had gone in the week before to the spa and got a touch up. Those don't hurt so bad like they did that first time.

+++

"Great!" Debs was saying that evening as she read on the office website Jennifer's report on me.

"Blood pressure back to normal, all your counts look good, still a shade high on your Triglycerides but not too bad." She was talking to herself.

"Probably those hot dogs you have been eating, you know those things aren't good for you."

Crap.

"Even your Prostate gland is almost back to normal, but then I knew that." She gave me a smirk.

That Debra does check at home, ethics be damned.

"Come on, let's check yours!" I reached out to grab her but she was a bit too quick.

That started quite a chase, at one point I grabbed the jar of Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet and took off after her. I got her cornered in the bedroom, after some more not too serious struggles I had her pants and panties down.

"NONONONONO....OOOF!" She was hollering as I got my index finger slicked up and stuck about an inch or so up her behind.

"Damn you!" She said, but she was laughing.

We never really did that before. I sometimes used the flat of my finger to rub her puckered hole a little bit but....?

I got an idea.

"Don't you DARE!" Debs squealed as I worked my pants down and slid up behind her. But I had a good grip on her hips and noticed she wasn't really struggling that much. I did manage to get about three inches of myself in there, trying to be on the gentle side but then she began to squirm way more than normal.

"STOPSTOP..STOP!" She yelled, so I did.

"Not my thing." Debs rolled over on her back.

I had to admit it wasn't my thing either, but what the hell. I hopped up and went into the bathroom and washed my dick, being careful to make sure of it.

Then I went back into the bedroom and we did things the right way.

+++

I was floored the next week when we got to the gym, there was Millie in a leotard too. It looked a bit like someone had stuffed a bowling ball into a plastic sack though.

The overly muscled woman named Sid was helping Millie, I did some mental calculations. If Millie came down and worked out just once a week, in 50 years she would be skinny.

I went over and grabbed the 80 pound bar, did 10 curls. The last two took everything I had but wow was that an improvement. I rubbed my arms, my biceps felt nice and firm.

I set the bar down, planning on going over and trotting a bit on the treadmill when Millie came up to me.

"Hi, Danny!" She smiled up at me.

"Hello, Millie. Nice to see you down here."

"Yea, I want to lose some weight, I let myself get way too plump." She smiled.

I noticed the way she was standing she appeared to be trying to make her boobs look bigger, for a heavy woman they really weren't that big, but man did she have a set of nipples. The thing was pale yellow, hell, she looked like a Papaya with arms and legs.

She was soaked with sweat and there was no missing that, the thin leotard didn't hide anything at all.

I was starting to like those leotards.

Women must know they are showing off their stuff when they have them on, I mean, how could they not know? So far every woman I had seen in this place had one of those outfits on, except for the 300 pound grandma that wore a bathing suit from 1920, and the body builder gal named Sid that wore some string and three little pieces of material the size of a tire patch.

"Well, I better get back to it." Millie gave me a sidelong look, sort of held her shoulders back for a couple of seconds.

I kept a perfectly straight face, hell, her nipples were as big around as my coffee cup and showed right through the yellow outfit.

I watched as she wandered over and hopped on one of those silly bikes, it didn't even break.

I saw that Debra was busy working some machine with ropes and weights with her legs, and that Rick kid was close by helping her.

He appeared to be extremely attentive, I almost went over there but Debs was keeping an eye on me so I decided to go find something to lift.

Looking around later, I saw Sid over on a mat by the wall, there was a large mirror and she was doing poses, flexing her arms and legs.

That is something to see, women with huge muscles like that doing poses in tiny little outfits.

I wandered over and said hello.

"Hi, Danny. I am just practicing, we have a show coming up in two weeks." She put her hands together and pressed, her biceps bulged out, hell, they were half again larger than mine.

"How do my glutes look?" Sid turned and stuck out her right leg, then clenched her left butt cheek.

The thing looked like it moved upwards six inches. Then she bent over some at the waist which magnified the effect.

All there was coming down between her cheeks was a string, the crotch of her outfit was just a little wedge.

There couldn't be any hair down there, there was no place left to hide it.

"Glutes? You mean your...uhhh?" I managed.

"Yea, my ass?" She giggled at that.

"The show is not a serious one, local judges and mostly for fun, we can make some good tips, too. Is this too much?" She clenched her butt again, bent over.

Hell, now I was looking at both her butt cheeks sticking out the sides of a piece of string!

Damn.

"Well, it looks..muscular and...uhhh...well defined." I managed.

"Or maybe more like..this? Which pose is best?" Sid turned her body and the other butt cheek came up, but not so severely.

"That's better, maybe. It's..sexier that way?" I told her without thinking.